Susan Storm: Sultana of Marabia Part 2: Seduction

The Invisible Woman sat nervously at the dresser brushing her hair and checking her makeup. This was to be her first night with the old Caliph. She disliked him, yes, and his chauvinistic ways, but she still had a duty. One she learned from her time as a ****. Keep them happy, and you'll survive. Try and enjoy it, she would tell newer **** girls.

What surprised Susan was that here, girls were not afraid to join the harem. In fact, it was a great honor. The women didn't even object to the full coverings. Sue was told it was for modesty and submission to Allah.

The women were actually quite nice. They helped Susan adjust to this new life. Taught her how and when to pray towards Makkah al-Mukarramah. She was told it was both where the prophet Muhammad was born, and home to the 'Ka'bah' a most holy shrine. Sue was sure this was Mecca. She wasn't giving herself to Islamic religion or traditions, but like the sex part of sex slavery, she was merely going along with it. Though, the rituals, customs and traditions were beginning to intrigue the young heroine.

Susan had made two quick friends. The short portly Syrian Halima, and the tall skinny Shaharezade. At first Susan wondered if this was the very character from 1001 Arabian Nights, but it appeared these tales were already circulating in this early Arab world.

In fact, Susan had spent the past week sitting on a glass table at night, while Helima stuck a glass dildo (really a but plug, but Sue didn't correct them) into Sue's now very tight pussy. The Caliph wanted Susan to enjoy their first night.

Susan would watch Scheherazade suck upon the old man's surprisingly long dark skinned cock. Susan knew he'd want her staring at him as she was manipulated to orgasm. As the nights went on they began to climax together.

She realized she was being trained right away. She wasn't dumb. She merely went along. Survival was key. She went along so much so, that the training got a hold of her. She wanted to fuck the old Arab man. Very very badly.

When she was told that the frail man's very fat gut meant he was wealthy and fed, and in this land that was desired, Susan initially scoffed and laughed.

But now, just like the others, Susan saw it as a sign of stature, of nobility and...it was sexy. She gravitated towards the more round portly older men when she served food and drinks.

Now after three weeks, he was to lie with her. She sat and brushed oils into her hair. It was straight and wet looking with the oil. Her hair was cut with perfectly leveled bangs over her forehead. The sides were long and went to her breasts, again perfectly cut in a straight line around her head. Her eyeliner was black and branched out like wings from her eyes. Her lipstick black as well. She again checked her makeup...which covered her whole body. She was covered head to toe in a gold paint-like substance that only a special oil could remove. Black painted ringlets around her arms and legs, were criss-crossed with actual gold ringlets. Her nipples were colored black. She wore a frilly purple top and flowing purple fluffy pants. Like a cross between Anaksunaman from the Mummy if she wore Jasmine from Aladdin's clothes, laughed Sue.

Except Jasmines clothes weren't see through like "Jamila's". Sue's dark painted nipples poked out and her dripping wet cunt glistening in gold with black pussy lips. She wondered if the pussy painting was healthy.

Her piercings, in the nose, the nipples and her pussy remained. But The Caliph ditched the chain. That was only to infuriate Reed. Sue sighed. Reed wasn't coming anytime soon, she realized seeing him and the family shimmer away. Its why she gave in to the **** training. She was going to get fucked. No getting around that.

Susan smacked her black lips and made sure her dark Egyptian like eye makeup was perfectly done. She flicked her tongue out, showing the new stud. It wasn't new...the hole was there. It was just a new stud. Word about Sue's tongue ring spread wide amongst the harem, and then the castle and soon the kingdom. There apparently were no such piercings here. Was it haram? Aka forbidden by the Quran or Allah? No one knew.

It was clear Susan was different. Tales of her appearance and beauty were spoken of around campfires surrounding the kingdom. Had Reed found an early version of One Thousand and One Nights, he'd have read of the mythical "Jawharat Alsahra' Aljamila"...the Kings Jamila. The Sultans Jawharat. She went by many names.

It was said her skin was so fair it resembled porcelain. Cold to the touch, it could freeze a man's hand. Only the Caliphs hands could touch her. This, Susan found out was the only truth to that myth. She was his and his alone, which was new to Susan as a ****. The others "entertained" guests, lords, generals, visiting kings and nobles.

Further, he didn't allow Susan to tan. He wanted her pristine skin to stay as it was. So unique. Always she was covered in the sun.

Susan WAS learning belly dancing. At first she...well sucked, but now she could move better. If you got a chance to see Jawharat Alsahra' Aljamila, it was said you'd fall in a trance at the sway of her hips. Only the Sultan could endure her hips.

Her blonde hair was legendary. Apparently Vikings were decades away from contact in the Mediterranean and the Far East. Germanic tribes were known to only Romans and Greeks. Not many blondes appeared in this Kingdom. In fact, none until now.

It was told that her hair was as bright as the sun. To look upon her hair would blind a man. Only the great King could gaze upon her locks.

The reality was more the Caliph wanting to keep her pristine, so her hair and face were covered from the elements.

It was said her eyes were bluer than the deep Mediterranean sea. So deep and blue if gazed upon too long you'd turn to stone. Worse than Medusa herself. Only the King and his greatness could withstand her stare.

Her beauty was said to rival Helen Of Troy. If Helen could launch a thousand ships, Jamila could launch a million.

Sue was also taller than almost every harem girl and most in the kingdom. She was therefore noticed first whenever in a room or in public.

Susan sighed, looking at her boobs taking a break from fixing the accentuated eye liner. She realized this was the true measure of her legend. Due to the hormones in modern foods, and added preservatives, carbohydrates and the like, modern bodies developed more....curves than normal. Its not that Susan had the biggest breasts. Its just that her tits were hard and large. They didn't sag down to her knees like some of the heavier and older harem girls. Nor were they shaped like the heads of fishes like Shaharezade's, or merely flopped over mounds like Halima and Aesha. She had a good rack, Sue thought to herself. Firm and big.

It was said each breast was heavier than a sandbag. And their weight could crush a normal man. Only the great King's strength could hold them up.

Susan...ahem...Jamila's hips were truly the stuff of legend. Thick with muscle like her large round ass, it was unlike anything anyone around here had seen. Women were not athletic, nor warriors in this Kingdom of the Middle East. It fascinated men who yearned to touch it and see it bent over from above.

It was her ass, so firm like a diamond, that a camel broke its neck smashing into her ass. This was kinda true, Susan laughed. The camel didn't die, but poor thing knocked itself out.

Further, Jamila's real jewel...the real Jawharat alsahra' aljamila, was between Susan's legs. It was whispered that Jamila's pussy was so tight, to enter it was a pathway to heaven. To be touched by Allah. But those without pure hearts would have their cocks crushed by its tightness. Only the great Sultan had the strength of will and strength of cock to withstand her pressure. The Sultan would achieve what the far easterners called "Nirvana" when inside the girl and some say he would commune with God.

Sue rolled her eyes. She adjusted her gold chain veil that was more seductive than a covering.

Her very presence here was a myth. Travelers said that the Sultan kept a Djinn in his tower and harem. That Jamila was actually a demon spirit. Along with three other Djinn, she attacked the kingdom. A Djinn of burning living fire, a horrendous rock monster, and a creature with no form. Jamila appeared with them from the wind herself.

The great Sultan was said to have vanquished the Djinn. With his magic he cast out the formless one, the fire demon and the rock monster. The Caliph captured the wind spirit Jamila, brought her to his castle, laid her upon the bed and claimed her as his. So good did the old wizard bed the spirit, that she professed her love for him, converted to Islam and sits in the tower amongst his harem.

A cadre of ambassadors from an empire in India came to the castle and when one beheld Susan, he bowed and said the tales did not do her beauty justice. In the palace, amongst his guests, the Caliphs harem girls were in harem outfits right from Aladdin. Except their outfits displayed their nipples and pussies.

Susan worked the room, serving drinks and dancing seductively, showing her growing ability. She heard the rumors of the Caliph's Jawharat Alsahra' Aljamila, and how the rumors must be true. She was serving drinks rather happily, so the old Muslim must have truly claimed her in bed.

Susan found Halima, and shook her head that night. "This is like High-school...except global." A confused Halima asked what such a school was, and Susan laughed. "School for dumb teens who talk a lot of trash and make rumors." To this, Halima understood, she came from a small town.

As Susan walked by a group with Halima, they heard a man state the Caliph bed the Djinn known as Jamila "ten times" that first night.

Sue and Halima laughed. In the kitchen, Susan Storm remarked. "See...we haven't even had sex yet and its all people are talking about."

Now, as Susan puckered her lips, and swayed her ass, and bounced her tits to make sure she looked perfect, it was going to happen. Sue looked around and grabbed grapes and giddiness took over her. She was to spend the night with the master. She did a few poses, as sensual as she could in her golden strap heels. She then made sure no blemishes appeared on the paint. To prove no one had touched her.

She heard a ring and knew someone was coming down the hall. It could be no other person. This lavish room was his, with a plush purple bed with big pillows in the middle. A waterfall into a small hot-spring lined the wall. There was even a pulley system toilet. Lavish and luxurious. But right out of Arabian nights.

The Invisible ****, began to pour a wine from a goat sack into a large chalice. She waited by the door, until she heard the pulling of the gold ring on the other side of the door. The old emperor was covered in his purple hooded cloak. She helped him disrobe without saying a word until he was only in a white satin puffy tunic around his stomach. The old wizard stared at the beauty, trailing his eyes down her body to her quim. There were eight new ringlets pierced to her pussy walls on each side, adding to the one around her clit and the stud around her clit as well. He dipped his fingers down her pants and into her sopping cunt causing her to moan. "What is all this," he asked taunting her and fingering her slowly.

Susan's eyes rolled as she tried to respond. Her cheeks were red as he expertly fingered her tight snatch. For an old Arab...he was in control of a woman's pussy. "I got carried away when I was younger, " she stated blushing, and then sank to her knees, freeing her pussy. "A few years back I had a lot of piercings. Holes are still there." She admitted and began to unbuckle his rope belt. He was hard already. Sue knew this. These Arab body coverings were thin this time of year, and men couldn't possibly hide excitement. She was so giddy and eager to see it, and to show her new master her ability.

On those nights she'd been fucked by a dildo and **** to cum as as she watched the Caliph get blown, she noticed how poorly these harem girls sucked dick. Either they put their mouths on his cock and moved up and down, or they let him fuck their faces. Now a good face fuck is a good time to Sue. But a master doesn't want to work for a blowjob. Those are different experiences all together. Like anal and normal sex.

Sue pulled his pants down and smiled. The mostly hard cock still had foreskin over the head. Some uncircumcised dicks had a LOT of foreskin. She could see a small shiny thing as well as strange bumps under the foreskin. She'd seen them before. But never got close enough to inspect. Now she was going to solve her own mystery. She gripped his dick and pulled back his skin.

She gasped at the sight and fell back on her legs which rested on the floor, catching herself from falling all the way back.

On his cock-head, there were four piercings. One ball at the top, two on the sides and on ball connected to a ring at the bottom. The ring came out of his cock hole. She'd never seen anything like this. She quickly sat back up and gripped the cock looking at it closely.

"Like the cross of your ʿĪsā ibn Maryam," the Sultan smiled down. Her confusion made him add, "Jesus...your Jesus."

Sue looked up and asked. "I thought this shit was illegal for Muslim men."

The Sultan smiled even wider. "I am the Caliph...descendant of the prophet himself. I can make the rules work for me." He lost his concentration when the young girl took his cock-head into her mouth quickly.

The Invisible Woman felt the strange piercings in her mouth briefly and then pulled off with a pop. "Does it make things feel better?" She then licked the ring, which displayed her tongue ring.

Sultan had never seen such a piercing. He was about to chastise the **** for going overboard with piercings, but her mouth slid over his cock, and her tongue stud rubbed his shaft wonderfully. "Yes...yes..." he both answered and blurted out.

Susan, like a professional, kept her eyes locked on the Caliph's eyes. The first thing she noticed was the taste, a hint of cinnamon actually and oil, like she had on her body. Quite pleasant.

She gripped his shaft with her hand and began to traverse the distance of his dick with her mouth slowly and deeply. With long drawn out sucking motions, she slid her tongue ring over his dick. She took in his face, as he tried to fight her amazing cock sucking motions. His crows feet showed when he winced in pleasured pain. His black tuft of hair in his chin was all the hair on his head other than his bushy eyebrows. He was bald. He was frail. But she found him handsome. It made her pussy quiver knowing the old man would soon have her.

He was struggling above her. Looking down at the beautiful gold painted face, her blue eyes locked on his, and he realized the legends were true...her gaze had turned his cock hard as stone. She was the fairest in the land, and it gave him pride to subdue her so. But as he attempted to regain control, to maintain composure, to exert his will, he found himself failing. He expected she would need breaking. He was shocked when Susan seemed eager and open to watch other harem girls suck his cock. He suspected something then, and now, feeling her ability first hand it was all but confirmed...this was not her first time as a ****.

He wanted to wait, to prove his great might when he bedded her, but looking upon her beauty and feeling her warm mouth work around his cock was too much. With a heavy sigh, his shoulders dropped in submission. "By Allah's grace," he groaned and began to cum in her mouth. She slid down half his shaft, and began to simply drink his essence. Her eyes never left his, but he watched her throat work, and heard the room fill with loud sounds of gulping. When he was all but done, her head pulled off to the tip, and she sucked the end of his tip taking the very last drops.

"You are quite remarkable Susan of the Storm," he stated. "The powers you gained from your trip to the heavens pale in comparison to the ones you have on your knees."

She was still so fascinated by his cock piercings she didn't register his words. "I thought these things were forbidden in Islam?"

The great ancient sultan laughed. "I am the Caliph. A descendant of Muhammad himself." He smiled defiantly. "I make the laws...I can bend them to my will. As I can bend you to my will." He grabbed her arm and lifted her slowly. She stood before him, almost a full foot taller. Her breasts were in his gaze. He then looked to the table. Her own Koran sat there, unopened. "You have not studied."

Susan suddenly felt scorn for this evil leader. She recalled what he made her say. "Your parlor tricks don't last long."

The Arab Lord's grin widened at the side. "I can call you to say those words," he nodded. "But only Allah will accept them." He pointed to the bed. "In time...but first lie upon your back." He retook his control.

Susan did as told and laid back on the plush bed, but she felt annoyed. She had her legs closed, in a show of slight defiance. The old Arab, frail and thin except his fat gut, sank onto the bed and moved Susan's legs open. His hand went swiftly between them, and his long index finger dipped in her very wet pussy. Susan moaned from the intrusion into her sex, and she felt him press her g-spot instantly. A place even REED had trouble finding. The old man had decades of experience fucking slaves, and it was obvious. He pressed and rolled his digit over her sensitive inner spot. He'd made Susan cum in front of her husband, and that deviously erotic memory added to her stimulation. Susan's hands gripped the sheets and her eyes fluttered. She bit her lip and her face went red. She fought a little, but it was no use, the old Arab had her cumming again and Susan groaned softly, her hips rising to fuck her pussy onto the old man's fingers.

But even as she came, the sultan did not let up. She suddenly felt a warm thick tongue press down onto her clit as she climaxed. Her eyes shot open and she looked down to see the bald old head of the man buried between her legs. He was tonguing her clit in strange circles and symbols, using little bits of rune magic to send small shocks to her sensitive bud. “OH FUCK….OH FUCK!” She cried out. “What are you doing to me,” she couldn’t stop her hips from bucking, but the old fuck kept up his pace, moving his head with her hips, not letting her away from his sensual ****. Susan felt like a brick wall with orgasmic waves crashing over and over. Something grew, like the sensation of a need to piss, but it grew even greater and greater as swelling orgasms splashed and rolled across her whole body. Never in her life, save for giving birth, did she feel such a building pressure. The pleasure was peaking to a strange almost….pain. Her orgasms were too intense to continue to possibly endure, and yet something even stronger built. “Please...please stop,” the young blonde heroine pleaded. “It hurts.”

But the old scheming Muslim emperor wasn’t going to let her go from her pleasure prison just yet. “Say the words Jamila,” he taunted fingering her still. It was sort of an abomination to make her say them in such a position, but he wanted her to bend to his will fully.

“Ok….ok….ok,” Sue Storm reluctantly agreed, merely wanting this orgasmic onslaught to wane for some time. She looked into his brown eyes with her deep blue eyes and again recited what to her religion would be blasphemy. The Shahada. "I bear witness that there is no god but Allah, and I bear witness that Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah!" She watched the old man smile between her legs and then she felt the sultan ‘s finger press hard on her most sensitive inner spot. That building pressure was suddenly released and Susan’s pussy began to literally spray the old Arab man between her legs. “Allah is my god….” Susan nodded as her she became a squirter, a mind shattering orgasm pumping chemicals through her mind and body, she didn’t know what else to say, only that he had released that pressure.

The old Arab opened his mouth and drank her essence as it flowed from her in spurts. She was delicious. A delicacy only he would ever enjoy from this moment on. He kissed her quivering pussy and released his fingers. The girl was writhing on the bed, saying “Allah is my god,” over and over. It wasn’t the most ‘respectful’ recitation of the Shahada, but it was about bending her to his will, and the will of Allah.

The short, pudgy old middle-eastern man stood up, his pierced cock bobbed up and down, hard and straight as a sword. The girl’s eyes were upon it, and he watched Susan scoot down closer and open her legs wider. She reached for his prick, but he stepped back. “No...let us go for a ride.”

The King walked away, and Susan slammed her body onto the bed in disappointment. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”