Your sexual tormentor noticed your lack of verbal reaction, but this did not seem to anger him. On the contrary, he chortled at your glare.<br/><br/>"Seeking to keep your secrets? Well that is fine by me; we can find some other uses for your mouth."<br/><br/>Sultan Erdem's face leaned closer to yours, a hand reaching over to pull your hair and face forward if you dared look away. Then came the kiss, his tongue probing into your mouth and whiskers tickling your chin. He violated your slit again and again as he did this, until his mouth eventually parted away, connected to yours by only by a thin trail of saliva.<br/><br/>"Ah... hah, your defiance will not last long," the Sultan said with panted breath. “Girls, let us show the world what kind of woman our newest slave really is!”<br/><br/>The two concubines immediately got up off the bed without saying a word, taking positions at opposite ends of a nearby curtain. Standing up while still maintaining the connection between your respective legs, the Sultan lifted you up from your lying down position. His hands held you under your thighs as your body slumped against his. At least now the drug was beginning to lessen, if only enough for you to hang on to him as he carried you.<br/><br/>Sunlight filtered into the room as the Sultan swung around to face the window, the afternoon glare casting a rather obscene shadow of your current predicament.<br/><br/>“Let your actions speak for you!” he exclaimed as he pushed your back against the warm glass and began thrusting. “All those looking towards my palace will see for themselves your true lot in life!”<br/><br/>This thought clearly excited him, so much so that the glass frame began to make slight shuddering sounds from his more rapid thrusts. Leaning forward, he whispered into your ear.<br/><br/>“How does it feel, knowing that you’ll be in the lustful fantasies of men you don’t even know? Doing things to your body even worse than I am right now? We<em>could</em>return to the bed and save what remains of your dignity, if you’ll tell me of at least one man you’ve had...”<br/><br/>If he was awaiting your answer, it was hard to tell: his hips continued to pound into you, balls slapping against your taint, your ass most assuredly squashed and clear as day for anyone to see against the transparent barrier.