1. Anoud, opposing the Sultan. Part 1
  2. Anoud, opposing the Sultan. Part 2
  3. Anoud, opposing the Sultan. Part 3
  4. Anoud, opposing the Sultan. Part 4
  5. Anoud, opposing the Sultan. Part 5
  6. Anoud, opposing the Sultan. Part 6
  7. Anoud, opposing the Sultan. Part 7
  8. Anoud, opposing the Sultan. Part 8
  9. Anoud, opposing the Sultan. Part 9
  10. Anoud, opposing the Sultan. Part 10

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I, that this jackal only thinks about the throne! Oh, Allah, I pray every day to meet the one that will rightfully become my Valide and will give me a son!

“We all pray for this, my sultan ...” Miraid said, bowing low to Said.

- How is my sister? - Said asked, going to the table where he was waiting for his breakfast. He gestured to the adviser at the table, and he bowed low and sat down on the opposite chair.

- Everything is fine, with zeal fulfills its duties as a wife, and also demands that I sell all my concubines ...

- Ha, women! But this is her right, so, dear friend, I can take the best from you, and you can send the rest to the market!

Friends talked a little more, and then moved on to more important issues, since the time had come to recall that much depended on their decisions in this country ...

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For the second week already they were sailing on a ship in a dark and damp hold, chained. Once a day, they brought soup and rotten water to them, and buckets of sewage were poured out every two days, which made the smell unbearable. Several girls fell ill, caught a fever, and were very weak. The rest were like ghosts, they were dirty and unkempt. Suddenly the hatch opened and two people, who spoke their own language, went downstairs. They smelled of alcohol, and they began to roughly paw the girls, who screamed when they openly groped them. So they stopped the choice on young Natalia, who squeezed into the wall, watching them with fear. And those saying something, unfastened it, and dragged her to the exit, not paying attention to her weak resistance and horror in her eyes. The remaining girls eagerly swallowed the fresh air that had been flowing all the time the hatch was open. From the deck came the joyful shouts and tramp of feet. After a short time, there was a loud female cry, and laughter, and then a tap of the legs on the floor and claps until the young girl screamed furiously, being abused by the hungry men. And then everything went quiet. There was a dead silence, then harsh cries and commands from the captain, who was scolding their team for something.

The prisoners were sitting quietly and motionless, someone was crying, someone was looking at one point. Each had their own thoughts and hopes that were not destined to come true. They were taken to the slave market, their relatives and loved ones were brutally murdered, and the houses were burned to the ground. Now they had a ghostly future, if they were destined to survive this hellish journey. Natasha was never returned, therefore, the situation in the hold became even more tense.

All the way, Alyona suffered from a headache, because then in the village she was well knocked on the head, that she had not recovered the day. And she woke up here in the hold, chained to the wall with other girls from her and the neighboring village. Her first thought was about her beloved, who, before her eyes, these Herods had killed. She remembered the pain and fear in his eyes that had faded when the dagger sank into his chest. The girl sobbed inconsolably for several days, refusing to eat and drink, until one of the guards threatened her, shoving a filthy stew in her mouth from which her stomach was reduced. But the girl tried to pull herself together. And so that fate would not prepare her, she was ready to take all her blows in order to show that she was not broken. She will live to avenge her love, for her lost family, for her people! She will avenge herself! ..

... They were led into a spacious room, where there was a couch and a small tub with water. Here on the floor lay clothes, or rather things, which should not hide, but emphasize the nakedness of young bodies.Several men entered the room, dressed in spacious robes and a turban on their heads. One of them, as it turned out, was a translator so that the girls could understand what they wanted from them.

- Now each of you undress. Clean up with water and go to the doctor who will look at you. Those who will be selected, should stand near me, the rest go to the wall.

The girls whispered, gazing at the men who were standing with impassive faces.

- Faster! Hurry up! - said the translator, clapping his hands, translating the words of the person standing next to him. One after another, they began to throw off their dirty and smelly clothes, waiting for further developments.

Then the two men took the first slave girl under their arms, brought her to the couch, and laid her on her back, widely raised her legs, spreading them to the sides, causing the girl to scream trying to break free. A man came up to her, and looked into her wide open womb, nodded something to the second and said:

- Go to the wall! The following ...

Alena watched in a dream how her friends in adversity were subjected to a shameful examination, dividing into two groups. And now it was her turn. She proudly threw up her head, and she went to the couch. She did not want these paws on her, and she lifted her legs and spread them out, trying to calm embarrassment and shame. She was quickly examined and sent to the translator.

“From now on you are the property of Sultan Saeed Al Hadjibba, bright and gifted by Allah!” The rest will go to the market, and they will be sold there to the houses, where they will serve and fulfill all the work received ...

Alain bit her lip, she could not believe that now some sultan would manage her life and destiny. She again sadly remembered her fiancé, and her heart sank with sorrow and pain ...

8 comments
  • August 11, 2015 16:00

    Please leave your comments. I sent the second and third parts, the story goes well and easily, without any difficulty, so I hope you enjoy my story))))))

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  • August 11, 2015 19:53

    We look forward to continue)! To be honest, I want more frankly, details, but this is an erotic tale ...

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  • August 11, 2015 23:29

    a little further will be more frankly, but for now only warming up)))))

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  • August 12, 2015 1:35

    Yes, the tale is still the same

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  • August 14, 2015 15:44

    Not bad! Reminds of the plot “The Magnificent Century” and my beloved captive of the Sultan Roksolana))) From me +10

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  • August 14, 2015 16:20

    Thank you, there is a small mention of Roksolana, it's like a story now about her grandson))))))

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  • Alena (a guest)
    August 27, 2015 21:23

    And nothing that in the described times in the described area did not exist the mother of his chocolate.

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  • Natalia (a guest)
    October 26, 2015 6:27

    Oooh, I love these stories so much, I like it.

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