Gwen learns her fate, and rebels

"My son is a very non-pious man. He is cruel, and has an evil in him. The women of my land have no backbone; no strength. When I saw what you did in that harem, I saw a strength and a beauty that would both enrage and intoxicate him. The women he takes leave with shame in their eyes and bruises on their skin. He emerges with a grim face, unsatisfied; so the next girl gets its worse. There is only so much a veil and eye shadow can hide. After you are finished, you'll be free to go. Obviously, money is no concern of mine, and the investment will be well worth it if my son can be quelled."

I tried to understand. "So, you want me to show him that not all women will bow down to his abuses? I am to show him that tenderness will make him a better man?" It wasn't ideal, but after Safi, I felt I could endure anything. Slowly, a smile spread across his face.

"You misunderstand. You are to be broken so that he sees what it is truly like to dominate a woman. He must know that he has the power to not just toy with mice, but to tame lionesses! If he is to be...my successor, he must learn this. How can a man control half a dozen wives if he has to resort to bringing in a donkey to fuck a serving girl to make her break to his wishes? When we arrive, I'll arrange a demonstration of your endurance with my African employees, and perhaps a few of the Turks I employ as guards. Once he sees you can't be broken sexually, he'll find other ways to tear your corrupted Western mind apart."

I sat in silence. A man with an Uzi sat beside the driver, and we were swerving through the streets at over 80 miles an hour. There was no escape. I had to think of something. This man was a stone. He wouldn't bat an eye to have me shot at the side of the road, or tossed to the **** street dwellers of this Godforsaken country if I tried to escape. Slowly, a thought formed in my mind.

"What makes you think I'll break? Have you ever tried to break a Western woman? What if he is better at it than you? How would you break me?" I asked, slowly unwrapping my headscarf so my wavy red hair fell to my shoulders. "I've been in the country long enough to have men try to break me, and I'm still here." I said, slowly sliding the dress up so my creamy legs became more and more visible.

"If you do not stop, I'll have the driver pull over a invite the next vagrant he sees to **** you until you are ****." he said, sweat forming on his brow.

"So what? You are no better than him, bringing in the donkey. No, Idris. It's not me who'll break. You don't want that at all. You talk about controlling and dominating your wives, but what you really want is for a shameless harlot to break you..." I said, sliding the dress over him waist so he could see my shaven sex. "...to tempt you into sin, so when you give in..." I slid my legs over each other as I pulled the dress over my head. I sat for a moment, nude, staring him in the eye. "...when you give in, and do what I tell you do, you can feel justified in punishing me, and when you've absolved yourself of this sin, you'll feel even closer to Allah." He sat, motionless, the raging erection in his designer pants clearly visible.

"Lick my toes, Idris; and if I am pleased I may let you lick my asshole." I said, pointing my right foot toward and wiggling my toes slowly.

"You are an enchantress, a queen of the shaitans!" He dropped to the floor of the limo, and frantically licked and sucked my toes. A smile crossed my face as I felt his tongue along my foot's arch. "...and I am bewitched!"

"That's right, Idris. You are under my power. Its not your fault that you want to slide your thick cock into me. Pull your cock out, Idris. I want to see what I'll be sucking for hours during our flight." He unzipped his pants and awkwardly fished his big, uncut prick out. I slid my left foot down to it while he kissed my calves, lifting it playfully with my toes. I knew that he would probably beat me savagely after he came, but I'd already won. There was no way he was going to let his son have a shot at me if I'd already bested him. I hooked him by the back of the neck with my leg, and drew him closer to me. His heavy breathes and quivering anticipation let me know everything I needed to know.

"Now, tell your driver that we are going to a hotel instead of the plane. Then, lick my pussy good enough, and I might not make you suck anyone's cock tonight." He looked up, and I saw the realization of what had happened enter his eyes. He pushed a button.

"Ahmed. Take us back to the hotel. We'll be staying a while." I leaned back into the seat, enjoying his tongue as we turned left, and headed toward the best hotel remaining in this war-torn country. When we pulled up, I pushed him away, and quickly redressed myself; headscarf and all. He awkwardly stuffed his cock back into his pants, and scurried to open the door for me.

As we hurried passed the desk, he tosses who knows how many thousands of dollars to the clerk. When we hit the penthouse floor, which was all reserved for us, I kissed him deeply, licking my sex juices from his mustache. He didn't know what to do, so I led him inside by biting his lower lip and grabbing his collar. I roughly pushed him onto the leather sofa, and started to unwrap the headscarf again with my back facing him.

I really need to thank the writers of those Cosmo articles I read in airport terminals for all those tips on how to seduce a man. When I turned around, I let the dress fall away; and started looking for things to tie him up with.