The Shami desert tribe is famous for their trade in obedient, masochistic slaves. No one knows the secret to their process, which is rumored that only one in three survives, but those that come out
are broken into total subservience, a high quality merchandise that no other slavers can rival.
She had seen the light in Lia’s eyes slowly fade, as the dark shape slithered away from the corpse of her friend. Fear gripped her mind. Pure, primal, unfiltered terror. She did not want to die.
On the side, the other girl was waiting in silent shock, her gaze distant and lost. She knew that soon it would be her turn too.
‘Humiliate yourself!’ hissed the voice like desert wind.
She lowered herself forward, placing her hands on the ground and offering her opening for him.
‘I am yours, do what you want…’ she mumbled.
Something entered her, long and twisted, sinking all the way to her depths. For a brief moment she felt as if the shape continued, striking through her stomach and lungs and penetrating all the way up to her mind.
‘Humiliate yourself or die…’ hissed the voice in her ears again.
Malika thought of the man she hated the most, the one that had once made her life miserable and sad...
The shadow shifted and the djinn took the shape, a fat and repugnant old man with a distinct smell that filled her nostrils. His coarse beard rubbed on her skin as he kissed her shoulders, sending her back to the worst moments of her life… His dick rammed harder inside her, up and down and all the way in again, forcing pitiful moans out of her mouth. For some inexplicable reason her hole was itching with insatiable heat, and despite herself Malika’s hips pushed back to welcome her tormentor deeper…
‘More, give me more…’ hissed the voice in her head.
Her mind drew blank. She didn’t know what could be worse. She felt the man turning his head towards the other bound girl. Third and last. She didn’t want to die.
A fat, greedy hand reached around and squeezed her breasts.
‘I can make anything happen…’ taunted the evil voice.
Her mind locked in fear, Malikah closed her eyes. She imagined two piercings on her nipples, keeping her in constant heat forever. She imagined her womb forever fertile and ready, for his children to be forced inside her…
‘More, humiliate yourself more…’
Her hips bounced on his fat dick on their own. She was climbing towards a climax and she felt it. She imagined being forced into orgasm after orgasm by the man…
The creature lost interest again, stopping the thrusts. Malikah understood in an instant. What was she thinking? Who was she, to receive such unthinkable pleasure? No, that was not the way.
‘Take it away!’ she cried out, tears rolling down her eyes. She would be in fertile heat, but would never orgasm again. Her true curse - to forever lust after the man she hated, and never receive satisfaction.
Content with her choice, the djinn filled her womb, and their contract was sealed.