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intercourse between blood relatives.Loud applause echoed in the room but Jenny didn’t dare look
up. She remained demurely kneeling on the floor, her ears still
burning with shame.During the ritual act of submission her lust had thankfully
provided her a way to escape the awareness of what she was
doing and where. But now this dubious escape from reality had
been shattered into a million little shards and scattered to the
wind. A part of her felt she ought to be proud that the general
had chosen her to become his first concubine now that he had
proclaimed himself a Sultan. Still, Jenny found it humiliating
beyond belief that she had to perform on a stage! It was simply
too much for her Western sensibilities.She pressed herself up against her master's knee in an
instinctive attempt to shy away from the leering eyes of the
gathered men."My beautiful concubine," the Sultan's big ringed hand swept
lightly through her long blond curls. She was his now. All of
her. “That’s my good little slave," the Sultan gently caressed her
head. She looked up at him somewhat dreamy-eyed blinking
against the lights trying to dispel the cobwebs of lust that had
clouded her mind. It was a strange feeling of normalcy against
which her soul rebelled and then convulsed trying but failing to
reclaim her rapidly vanishing sense of pride. Jenny took a deep
breath and let it out through pursed lips. She reached to put
back her hair that had fallen in slight disarray around her
shoulders.Then she saw with building anxiety that the blacksmith had
entered the room.