«Eastern Lust» by Anna Austin

In these three sultry and exotic tales of Eastern Lust, innocent young woman find themselves slaves to cruel Sultans.

These rulers of the East will take whatever they desire, and will punish their slaves as they see fit!

Story One: The Sultan's New Toy

Emine's life as she knows it is over. Taken from her village, she is destined to be the Sultan's concubine.

He is a man as cruel and ferocious as he is handsome. Emine is inexperienced, with no knowledge of the ways of lust and love. Will her first time as the Sultan's new toy leave her wishing she was back home in her simple village — or will he leave her begging for more?

Story Two: The Sultan's Innocent Bride

Amina is nervous. Tonight is her wedding night. Her new husband is the Sultan, a man reputed to have insatiable and ferocious carnal appetites. Amina is unversed in the ways of passion, but tonight she will learn that to be the Sultan's new bride, she must first submit utterly to his will.

Story Three: Ravished By The Turk

Emily is powerless, her wrists and ankles bound. A young Christian woman in the heart of an Islamic Empire, she has no rights, no allies — and no way to escape.

Her new Master is the Sultan, a Emperor of all the Turks. He is arrogant, proud and lustful. He enjoys inflicting pain and pleasure in equal parts, and now Emily is his plaything. She has no choice but to submit to his depraved desires — and to awaken the passion within her.

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Thinking even further back, I recalled something that made my blood run cold. This man…the Sultan. The Sultan had asked my father what my price was. My eyes shot open. There was no way this was happening — the Sultan wanted to purchase me, as though I were a product to be bought and sold. I felt goosebumps prickle all along my arms in fear.

Upon glancing back up at him, I realized with horror that he was staring directly at me. Those dark eyes were looking down at me through thick lashes, and I had to avert my gaze. I was utterly petrified — petrified and slightly embarrassed. It was shameful, the reaction my body had had when confronted with those eyes.

The fact that I had blushed when I realized that he was staring at me was something I would probably be ashamed of forever. I felt humiliated, and I'm sure that he noticed.

My father was still trembling on the ground, having realized the magnitude of his actions — insulting a man so powerful would certainly have consequences. We waited a moment, both of us praying that the Sultan and his entourage would simply walk away from the situation. However, we soon realized that was an unrealistic hope to have.

A member of the royal guard forced me to my feet and shoved my arms behind me. Another was tying them together. Yet another was gagging me with a silk scarf, preventing me from protesting. My father looked on in horror as my legs were bound, and I was hoisted over a man's shoulder.