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don’t you?”
    I had every intention of tormenting her—playing with her like she was my little fuck toy.
    “Oh hell yes,” she cried out.
    “Oh girl that aphrodisiac is really working on your little system. I have all kinds of tricks up my sleeve for you. I have access to things that you have never before encountered. We deal with our women differently where I come from, but you will learn; oh will you ever learn.”
    I straddled her leaving my jeans on but unzipping them.
    I began running my cock up and down her slit, over and over, bringing her right to the point of climaxing and then stopping.
    I stroked my cock as I spoke to her. Watching her moan and writhe was turning me on.
          “I so enjoy taking a woman and bending her to my will, especially a defiant, disrespectful little entitled brat, such as yourself—you deliberately disobeyed me”
            She started begging, pleading, apologizing, her whole body danced as she moane d. She was so compliant now.
    “Oh please, I need your cock in me. I’m begging, I’m pleading, I’ll do anything! I need you to fuck me, Akmal.”
    I tossed my head back groaning as the explosion of cum shot out of my loins and all over her abdomen.
    Her cries of defeat as she screamed “Nooooooooo, fuck you!” when she realized that she would not be receiving release were absolutely delicious.

    Akmal
              Akmal stood arrogantly looking down on her as he applied a mentholated cream to her labia and clit, the cream and the aphrodisiac would insure her torment.
    The Sadist in him learned a long time ago that leaving a woman seething in he r juices with no way of release was a torment that went much further than a strap to the back.
    There were many ways for a man to make his point and finding out new ways of putting someone in a state of distress was half of the fun of being sadistic. This would be a lesson that she would not easily forget.
    He viciously grabbe d a handful of hair, “Fuck me? Fuck me?” he repeated, “No fuck you!”
    He yelled in his native tongue, “Cage this bitch and cuff her so she can’t pleasure herself. If either of you so much as touches her I will kill one of your family members.”
    Ther e would be no touching of her—she was now property—Akmal’s property!
     
     
     

Chapter Eleven
    Akmal
    Akmal made his way to the dungeon and eyed the American beauty. He tightened his cufflinks as he stared down at the juices that flowed freely from her neglected cunt. It was not her moistened inner thighs and sex that caused his cock to harden—it was her crying out to him.
    “Akmal, please I beg of you, anything, oh please Akmal, I will do anything that you want—anything that you ask of me.”
    Oh the vulnerability that this woman exuded right now was absolutely delicious.
    The way she was begging with her eyes—her body—everything in her cried out in desperation and it cried out in desperation to him. The pure power of it all was fucking delicious. He lived for moments like these.
    Her green eyes were glazed over with lust and just a bit of dampness bathed her beautiful white, creamy flesh—flesh which was such a contrast to his Middle Eastern brown skin.
    Memories of the night before flashed across his mind as if it were a movie playing. The pleading in her eyes had now turned to anguish due to the herbs that he had subjected her to. Yes, being from the Middle East definitely had it perks.
    Her head hung to the side and tears were beginning to form in her eyes. She now begged more desperately than she had the previous evening. This time black mascara ran down her face and the sight of her being unkempt and completely at his mercy was delightful.
    Akmal knew that he was kinky when it came to sex. He enjoyed power, control, pain , and bondage. He couldn’t have scripted a scene this to his liking if he had planned it. That was what made his little captive different, she had all the makings of meeting his sexual deviance