Chapter #7An even more cruel dose by: Carl   But after a year of marriage she had begun to just have him take it regularly. Each time he took the draught he wondered why he let her subject him to do this. But each time he felt the painful deep longing in his soul to obey her. And each time he did he became more accustomed to it. If on that first night he knew that he would have to take that elixir every week, that he would not be allowed to find release, if he knew that she would one day cuckold him he would have sent her away or worse. Regardless of his lust he would have been rid of her. But now he could not. Each time he knelt before her, each time he abased himself, each time he saw her she had greater and greater control over him. He feared what she would do a year hence. Or five years. What more could she demand of him?
Ameera took out the vial that had the foul liquid and said, 'Well cur' do you want it?' The Sultan knew from his painful past experience the answer should always be along the same lines. He lifted his forehead from the ground and knelt upright. 'Yes Sultana Ameera. I need the elixir, I beg of you Sultana Ameera give it to me.' Opening the tiny bottle she poured its contents into his mouth. The bitter taste made him grimace. She spoke to him, 'Here let me help you wash it down.' She then spat in his mouth. Renewed shame hit him even as he desired it. However as much as he did desire these humiliations his penis no longer rose to attention. It shrank as if he had exited a cold bath.
She rubbed it with her foot back and forth slowly and erotically. He willed his body to respond but it was to no avail. She mocked him, 'Come Sultan I will let you ravish me, you have never consummated our marriage I give you the chance now. Merely show a sign of your desire for me.' He groaned in frustration, how long had he fantasized of actually entering her with something other then his tongue? She played with him for several minutes and then sighed, 'See, this I why I need a real man to please me.'
She rose from her seat and moved to the bed. She said, 'You do you have your uses, I have trained that unworthy tongue of yours well.' Ameera lay on her back and the Sultan crawled forward to the edge of the bed. Ameera lifted her legs onto his shoulders and he knelt at the bed side the perfect height for his face to be buried into her sex. He did so. Ameera had taught him exactly how she wished to be pleasured. There were many positions for him to be in. Sometimes he knelt at her beside like this, others she sat on his face in a forward or reverse position. Other times he knelt on the bed bringing his head low to provide oral service. On occasion she had him do this in the large heated pools in his harem. Wherever and however it was he was expected to be attentive and alert to her mood.
He began to softly lick the outer edges of her sex. He kissed it, his tongue darted in teasing her as she had taught him. The Sultan felt her quiver with pleasure. He nuzzled the opening with his lips and again darted out with his tongue. He could taste her wetness building. Now he began in earnest attaching his mouth to her and thrusting deep. She let out a moan of pleasure as he began to move in and out faster and faster. His face was becoming damp from her juices and he drove his tongue as far as it could go. She let out a cry of pleasure as her legs tightened around his head.
When she climaxed she loved to arch her back and squeeze her thighs as tight as she could. His head felt like it was in a vice but he knew he had to continue his oral administrations as she rode the waves of pleasure. His nose was jammed against her flesh and air was cut off as she squeezed tightly screaming in ecstasy. The Sultan saw stars as she relaxed her body. Able to breathe again he felt his blood rushing back to his head. He had been kneeling for almost half an hour pleasuring her with his tongue. But despite the ache in his knees he knew he was not done.
As she came down from the sexual high he had to softly kiss her womanhood until she was ready for him again. These moments were precious to the Sultan despite being unable to gather an erection he saw her lovely form in all its majesty. Her bare breasts moved in time to her breathing and her body glisten with her sweat. She was utterly relaxed but completely in control, as he knelt between her legs.
After several minutes she lifted her legs again onto his shoulders and he knew that was his signal to begin again. Ameera was rarely sated by only one time. Often she would have him please her three times. He also knew that while he was in court she had his other wives pleasuring her in similar ways. This time however she bade him pleasure her five times. After the fifth time she said, 'The thought of your cousin driving his manhood into me has me extremely excited.' Swallowing another helping of humiliation The Sultan could do nothing but bow his head.
Seeing his dejected look she smiled happily, 'I was wondering if a dung beetle like you could still feel shame and humiliation. I am glad to see I am still able to lower you further.' She went on, 'In your last hour of court know that I will have your cousin atop my beautiful body while you issue meaningless proclamations.' A fresh tear of shame rolled down his cheek. He could not believe he was actually weeping before a woman again!
'I will have two of your concubines come in; I will tell them tonight you think you may be able to perform your manly duties.' Her eyes mocked him. 'And I will let them know you wish to be driven to perform those duties, that you wish to be chastised by women as a spur to actually push you to become a man again. Yes those lowly concubines will be mocking you all night to your face; you will tell them that you wish to try all night if necessary.' Cruelly she added, 'And the women I have chosen for you can not keep their thoughts to themselves, within a week your entire court will know that your manhood is shriveled and worthless.'
The Sultan couldn't believe his ears. Before he had always been careful to avoid the other women of his harem for sex now that he was given that elixir every week. Now they would know that he could not perform and they would laugh at him. It was one thing to allow Ameera the most enchanting woman in al the realm to mock him but for the others'. On top of that word would reach his court this could weaken his rule and embolden his enemies. He opened his mouth to say something but one cold look from her stifled the words he was about to speak. Instead he meekly said, 'Yes Sultana Ameera.' A splitting headache from the draught he had drunk was coming on. He would be up all night with impotent frustration. Ameera laughed at him one more time before leaving.
Who would be the two from his harem to torment him that night? Mya the Asian beauty with a grudge? Or the Nubian twins recently given to the Sultan?
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