I gagged as the Sultan's mouth found my own, as his tongue forced its way between nearly paralyzed lips.  I would have probably bit him if I could, instead I just got to enjoy the feel and taste of his tongue even as his penis filled me.  It was, in some weird way, almost worse.  A perverted intimacy.<br/><br/>He was clearly a man interested in a show, but I had known that much.  I felt him lift me even as he remained buried inside of me, not an unimpressive feat I will admit.  I slumped unable to maintain my posture, soft breasts and aching head resting against his hairy chest.  His scent filled me, a mix of sweat and some flower or other I couldn't recognize.<br/><br/>The glass was warm against my back.  I should have perhaps been embarrassed but, really, who would be looking?  And even if they were looking, how close would they be to see anything?  And even if they saw anything, it was just my back.  It seemed almost minor next to the other indignities, but it did raise the fear of the glass giving way.  It would be a sad twist of fate to die with a megalomaniac's cock inside of me, having fallen by sheer chance into a shard of glass.  I groaned, some strength returning to my throat, as he returned to his thrusting.  It was awkward, almost uncomfortable, the friction of the glass with bare skin keeping me from moving as much as I had on the bed.  As a result the thrusts were more violent, there was less give.<br/><br/>It was a game, or a dominance ploy, or something similar.  I debated resistance but, really, I had a goal.  I had to distract him.  I groaned, forcing rough sounds through a sore throat.<br/><br/>"In Alexandria, there were two men in an alley after a book."  It was a monumental effort to speak, a struggle against the drug still inside of me.  "They got the drop on me, I didn't have the book, they wanted to know where it was."  I rasped.  "I don't know that I got their names..."  I paused, a dark thought sliding through my mind.  "I certainly hope they didn't give me anything..."  A bit of fear for him, hopefully, but also a hook, a draw, a way to arouse his interest.