Slave girl (closed for TirithIre & I)

She looked at the other girls, and knew that today would be the beginning of a new life for each of them. Each girl had been prepared: bathed, her skin perfumed, her hair brushed a thousand times, kohl to accentuate the size and shape of her eyes, her lips and cheeks rouged, and each was looking so beautiful, if sad. Mysah was scared.

They were indentured girls, about to be sold at auction to the person with the most gold coin. Mysah;s father had explained it. Last year he had borrowed money, for seed for the crops, and for breeding stock, but the rains had come late, and the crops had withered and died in the fields. Yes he had the few cattle, but they were needed to provide for her brother. He was training to be a powerful warrior, and all the family's megre resources were being pumped into that. Once he was part of the Caliph's personal guard, he would be able to provide the necessary doweries for his sisters when they came of age, and to support his parents in their old age.

Men had come, demanding payment, or, the collatoral which had been set against him, his second eldest daughter. Her exquisite beauty, and petite, yet full breasted stature had fetched a higher loan than her older sister.

The family required her sacrifice, her father said, as unshed tears shone in his eyes. If she was unwilling then their only alternative was for Father to kneel before them, offering his head. But without him, they could not work the farm adn the entire family would perish.

It was an honourable sacrifice. She had bid her family farewell, and accompanied the guards, travelling three weeks to reach the rich slave markets of the Sultan. Today all would be sold. For some, the future held a life of servitude. For others a life as wife and mother, and for a very select few, life held a future as a sexual plaything for a wealthy man.

It was her turn. She had day dreamed through the bidding. She walked onto the dais, her long ebony hair shimmering in the sunlight, clasping her hands before her. Her eyes, large and dark were downcast, unable to look up, and with a flurry, the bidding commenced.

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Galib Sumarah... he was a name that was well known among the people of the deserts. He wished it were not so sometimes, but being the son of the sultan had it's responsibilities, some more easily shunned then others. Even as he looked out over the balconey of his suite at the palace, he heard the knock upon his large arched doors, and with a sigh, he knew it was time. His breath left him in a slightly... disjointed venture, for he wasn't truly sure about what he was to do today.

He knew his father had a harem, it was every man of royal blood or power's right... if one had the coin... one could have the woman... and with the right amount of coin, one could have a wife, without there being love involved at all. One would have to call Galib a sadist romantic... he did enjoy the bondage arts that he had learned but two solataces before... but it was because he enjoyed seeing the women whom he chose to bind writhing in pleasure... and sometimes, with the right touch, a slight bit of pain. After all, pleasure, when mixed well with pain, could create something completly new and powerful.

Yet he was ripped from his own reverie by the persistant knocking upon his doors. Rising to his feet, and slipping on the sandals, he nodded more to himself then for the benefits of his personal guard, before he headed out. Past the servant whom bowed to him... past the guards whom tilted their heads. He ignored the fact he was surrounded by four men whom were trained to protect him with indeed their very lives.

Galib was afforded one of the booths in the small stadium of an auction house... a house wasn't quite correct, as there was no roof, but over his head were some cloth covers, in case, though it was very rare, that rain decided to fall. He looked to each woman as they were brought up... he affording them his gaze before it would pass. Galib was to choose a plaything today... he was to take on his first full slave.

It wasn't by his choice, but a birthday present from his father. He had dabbled with random women enough his father had said... it was time that he chose one and played with her, learned about how to enjoy the pleasures of a womans body fully. For all of his bindings, all of his 'hangings' of women, Galib didn't spend more then one night with them, no matter whom the woman was! Yet when she came forwards, he found his eyes gazing upon her longer... his gaze not stealing back to his drink as quickly as the others.

He could tell she was the prized gem... they usually kept the 'best for last' as the random rabble would have spent all their gold by that point... they didn't want to waste those whom had the correct amount of coin for such a girl's time. Even as he looked her over though... the cloth they had placed upon her was plain... not something he would choose to dress his slave in... he had his own tastes... tastes that were both demanding of a slaves obediance, as well as pleasing to those interests.

He allowed the bidding to go for a small while... he finally nodded his head to his servant... the servant in turn held up his card... the prince himself was bidding on this slave... if anything, he would be interested to see if the curves of her petite body were as delightful as they were hidden by the plain cloths she had been afforded. He was already considering... just what she was going to wear as he snapped his fingers, a servant handing him his drink as his gaze never left hers... the slight tilt of his head enough for the card to be raised time and again. Money was no object in his eyes... she WOULD be his!

Mysah was looking at the floor, the large pit, in which the masses were gathered. She stood on a dais, with the Auction Master, and two female slaved.

"Gentlemen, I have an opportunity for those discerning men amongst you, a sweet and succulent little morsel, a slave of such beauty that she is surely destined to become asweet odalesque!! Gentlemen, I will show you this rare jewel.... see her long, lustrous hair"

Her hair was lifted out to the sides, and allowed to fall in a silken sheet. The Auction Master guestered for her to spin slowly around, and embarrassed she did. she had never thought of herself as beautiful, not until her father had mentioned her bringing a higher loan than her sister. At home she was not allowed to go anywhere without her father of her brother since her coming of age, so she had not noticed lustful looks, and had not thought of herself in such becoming terms.

The bidding was fast and furious, and there were gasps from the crowd at the bids being tendered. A smile played at the corners of the Auction Master's mouth, as he plied his art, for it was that to him, to revel enough, to drive the bidding, to pause, and to amaze, even on occasion to shock. The bidding had slowed and it now seemed to be one man on the floor, and two bidders in the booths. Ever the master of sales, the Auction Master had a trick of two to ensure the best price.

"And she is as yet untouched, unschooled in the ways of men, ripe for the plucking! Instruct her as you see fit, mold her to your own tastes. And this young temptation has a body made for sin!!"

There was a sudden gesture from the Auction Master, and to Mysah's shock and horror, her outer clothing was sliced from her, leaving her standing there in her sheer undergarment, that fell only to the top of her thighs! Shocked, she covered her breasts and womanhood with her hands, her eyes wide, darting about, frozen to the spot with shame.

"Observe the fullness of her ripe young breasts, more than a handful, I'd wager, and yet pert, her puffy nipples begging for your touch, her slender waist, and the flare of her hips, and her round posteriour, and lean, shapely thighs. Imagine those wrapping you gentlemen!!! Her young supple body beneath you!!"

She was more humiliated that she would have thought possible. To hear a man speak so.... so crassly.... and about her! It was almost too much for her, and her pride was the only thing keeping her upright.

"She how she blushes?? That could be yours Gentlemen!!, Would you enjoy her innocence, stripping it from her, bit, by bit, by bit? Your every wish gentlemen, she can be trained to cater for your every desire!"

"Now, do I hear a thousand???"

Two hands shot up together, and there was a shocked gasp from the crowd. Then a moment later, she heard the master cry out

"Sold, for sixteen hundred dinar, to His Royal Highness, Son of our Esteemed Sultan, may he reign for a hundred glorious years, Galib Sumarah!! Congratulations!!"

And with that, she was almost thrust off the dais, and prodded sharply in the back sending her to the far left corner of the auction house, made to walk, almost naked though the ogling crowd.

Galib had been intrigued by the 'game' of the auction... he was curious though where some of those men whom he knew were getting the coin to bid the types of numbers that they were. Galib after all wasn't like most men... he didn't simply sit in his palace and ignore the world... rather he was quite involved in it.

Even as the Auction Master clearly knew what he was doing, Galib appreciated the look of her hair... it shone slightly within the light... her skin was delectably tanned... she clearly a woman whom had spent time in the sun, and unlike some men, Galib found that a rather endearing thing. It was long, and with a good thousand brushing's he was sure that it would glimmer even moreso.

Yet as the clothing outer wise was cut from her body, Galib was among those whom took in a slight breath as he took in the beauty beneath her plain clothing, his eyes moving over her. It was ever enchanting that she was so innocent... she looked humiliated, though why she would be humiliated he did not know... she was a beautiful woman.

More then a handful indeed. He mused... her breasts looked almost too large for her body... not that he was complaining at all... they stood out firm and round, and even as she tried to cover them with her hand, he could not help but smile at the futility of such an action... there wasn't any 'saving' of herself in that way.

As he nodded to the auction master though he rose, his servants packing things up as he turned and headed from the booth... he had what he had come here for... and though he at first hadn't been very enchanted with the idea of a slave... he found his desires stirring from the idea of taking her innocence from her... of training her to be his slave.

Clearly she hadn't been with a master before... clearly she hadn't been with a man. He found both facts fascinating... for such a rare thing was truly scarce indeed. He made his way through the back of the house, the corridors lined with carpets, though as he came to the payment room, he but nodded to his servant... his father had given him two thousand dinar to 'play with', so he had plenty left over. She would be brought to him, the prince of this entire city, a grand city it was... a man whom she had heard about, but hadn't actually met before now.

He took a breath... he was ready to take on his first slave... she would learn, or she would be punished. Such was the way of slaves. Please him, and her life would be pleasant and 'easy'. Displease him, and it would be no better then a living hell.

She had been worried that she would be groped, but the crowd parted for her, as she made her way to the rear, to the man with the coloured scarf in the air, to whom she had been directed.

She could feel every eye on her, and her flesh was heated with her shamed blush. She reached him, her head lowered, her bundled up robe still clutched desperately in her hands.

He looked kindly on her, a man of about her father's age, and he helped her cover herself, while he glared at the nearest men, who were still commenting on her bountiful charms.

"I am Aban, manservant to his royal highness, Prince Galib, your owner. I am to escort you to the palace."

"I am Mysah, daughter of Abdul Al Kharim, from the Boudain region, on the far side of the desert, three weeks from here"

Her voice shook,. but the servant didn't notice. Instead, in his officious way, he herded her toward the palace, urging her on to speed.

"Hurry girl! You cannot keep your Master waiting!!"

On the way he babbled about how very fortunate she was to serve the royal household, and how she ought to appreciate that, and what a wonderful, if somewhat stern man his highness was. Whether he spoke of the Sultan or his son, she didn't know, she was instead consumed with fears of what was expected of her.

Aban made it clear to her that she was expected to serve. In whatever capacity her master wished of her, she would serve. Every slave had that duty, and though perhaps Galib was going to be a bit more lax upon her as she would be his first slave... it was up to her as to whether the experience would be a pleasant one, or a painful one. It was a hot day, and yet as she was ushered through the markets, Aban had placed a silken robe over her, she was to be hidden from all eyes but her masters Galib had instructed.

Soon enough though the market parted much like a sea to a strip of land that was the main road... it went directly from the main gates all the way to the palace... no one was permitted to block the path. People routinely sold upon it, but they had to get out of the way for those whom were of real importance, such as nobles, suitors, or otherwise. Beyond, the palace itself rose up, the walls twenty feet tall... it almost glimmered with how clean and yet... imposing it was as well.

As she was taken inside, she would be handed from Aban to a cleaning servant, she was simply to be inspected, to make sure that she was clean and ready physically, before she was handed back to Aban. Galib for his part had already returned to the palace, he sitting upon a pile of pillows as he looked intently to the door. She was to be his slave, and he would have her submittance.

Yet Galib was young. He was curious how things would go... Would she be stubborn, requiring him to be utterly dominating... would she be compliant... making him a soft master. He was going to learn just as much from all of this as she was... but Aban WAS right, she was priveleged to be in the service of a prince. Within the palace she found that it was cooler then anywhere else, the sun not hitting them directly, the breezes came through open windows that were ten feet tall and arched in the style of their people.

The carpets on the floor were soft and plush, and within his chambers, would she find it was made decadently well, with silks and arts that were hung, servants would tend to her as they did he... for a personal slave to the prince was a very... lofty position among the realm of slaves and servants! Galib could hardly wait to 'begin'.

She was taken into a part of the palace, near the hareem, where she was handed over to the care of two servant girls, Abir, a girl of 18 and Hind, a woman in her 40s.

Mysah was undressed, an experience that caused her great embarrassment, as she had not been nude before another since she was a small child. Abir giggled, but Hind was stern, and she was ushered into a bath. They bathed her, and then, she was made to sit on a stone tablet and wait. She gasped when the older woman returned with a vicious looking razor, and Mysah trembled, as it was expertly applied, and every hair was stripped from her body, including the silky bush which sheilded her womanhood from view.

When she was denuded, she was taken to a small room, where hot steam swirled, as heated rocks were put into the shallow trough of water. She could smell herbs in it too, although she could not identify them. When she had spent twenty minutes in there, she was brought out and washed again. Her hair was once again inspected for lice, and she was horrified, and insulted, but she was declared clean. Her teeth were checked, and Hind pressed a finger between her legs, feeling her hymen, confirming that she was, indeed, untouched. Finally, both women rubbed scented oil into her skin, soothing the razor burn, making her skin soft, making it gleam. By the time they were done, Mysah was shaking, shocked at the lack of modesty she was allowed, terrified of what was to come. Hind gave her a harsh warning to please her master, and she was declared ready.

She was dressed in the skimpy halter top, and transparent pants of the hareem women, and then she was covered in a flowing silk burka from which only her eyes could be seen. A bell was sounded, and she was was once more collected by Aban, and hurried to the prince's quarters. She was breathing hard, not with exertion, but rather with mounting nerves, as she contemplated what lay ahead.

She had best get used to the 'little modesty' that she was aforded. Even as she was inspected and cleaned, Galib for his part grew impatient. He knew these things took time, but he was anxious for his new slave to arrive fully. Aban had came to him, a low bow as it was explained she was being cleaned and inspected, so that soothed Galib's shortness.

Finally though, as he heard the bell, he nodded to Aban whom went to collect the girl, he simply got up, and moving out onto the balconey, he looked out over the city that he would one day be the sultan of. It was a grand and powerful responsibility, but he felt he would be good for it. As he heard the jostling of his doors though he turned as she was brought in. Galib was a handsome man, his dark piercing brown eyes took her in. The burka was a light blue, but even as he saw that she was shaking, his eyes narrowed faintly.

" Did they harm you slave?" He did not know she was afraid of what might happen... the truth was Galib was enjoying that she was there... he hadn't thought he would... as it had been imposed upon him by his father, but he found that the more he looked upon her, the more she was 'growing on him. As he nodded to Aban though, the manservant would know to pull the other servants along with himself from the room.

After all, her master needed to become more aquainted with his slave, and he wished to do so with no one else watching. He was sure that she would be grateful that the prying eyes of servants would not be upon them in these first moments of her servitude to him. Yet he looked back to her. " Speak. Do not fear answering your master. Hesitate in the future and I shall punish you." He wasn't afraid of his role... Galib had been raised to be sultant, and sultans had harems... it was simply the way it was!

Her eyes took in the opulence of his quarters, and flew wide as she observed his form. Tall, well built and handsome, with deep brown eyes. He was young, that was a pleasant surprise.

" Did they harm you slave?"

She was shaking still, as tredipidation made her quiver.

She shook her head imperceptibly.

Aban bowed and signalled to the others, and the sound of the door clicking closed behind her, leaving her alone with him, made her start. Her heart was hammering, galloping along, beating so loud she thought he might hear it.

" Speak. Do not fear answering your master. Hesitate in the future and I shall punish you."

Her mouth was so dry! Again she shook her head, harder this time, and a high pitched voice she hardly recognised answered him.

"They did not"

He looked to her as she seemed so afraid, though he simply moved, powerfully long strides brought him close to her within moments. " What caused you to be within the markets this day as a slave?" He asked, his hand moved, he moved it over the outer silk of her burka... it was definatly an improvement from the simple plain cloth she had worn before.

He seemed to hold her gaze, though even as he did he finally moved and pulled his hand away as he returned to the cushions upon which he sat comfortably. Leaning back he seemed to eye her for a long moment, though as he looked to her, he had to admit he was impressed by her beauty. She was certainly a rarity, probably why he had chosen her.

" Remove your outer clothing. Disobey, and I will remove it for you. Your servitude to me can either be pleasant, or harsh... depending on how well you serve." He remarked easily, his eyes on her even as he 'demanded' it. He could demand anything from her, and she would have to obey... she was his slave.

His personal slave... he found the idea all the more endearing the more that he considered it... and even as he watched her expectantly, she could tell he wasn't asking her to, he was commanding her as a master, and as a man. He held all the power in the world, her fate. If he so wished it, he could have her death as well. Her very life, belonged to him!

" What caused you to be within the markets this day as a slave?"

"My father borrowed money from the Caliph, for seed for the crops, and to invest in livestock. The rains came late, and the crops failed, and when he was unable to repay, the wanted me instead, to sell as an indentured slave. It is a thing I do to honour my family, so that they will prosper."


She trembled as he touched the burka lightly, and she wondered if he would tug it from her, exposing the hareem clothing she wore beneath, but to her relief, he returned to the cushions, and sat, looking at her.

" Remove your outer clothing. Disobey, and I will remove it for you. Your servitude to me can either be pleasant, or harsh... depending on how well you serve."

She sucked in a breath, seeking courage. In someways it was worse to have to undress herself. She felt scrutinised, and indeed she was. She slowly gathered the fabric, delaying for as long as she dared, and then delaying another few seconds, before she slowly removed it, and held in, clutched in front of her, sheilding her modesty as best she could.

He looked to her, nodding even as she explained herself. The fate of many a woman then... though even as he looked to her, he smiled ever so faintly. " I am lucky the rains came late then... although the price of coin I paid for you will see the debt and then some to your family." He remarked... after all seeds weren't that many coins... and of course the actual slavers would take some of the share of it, but still, some would go to her family.

She felt scrutinized, and so she should. He was a man whom held her fate within her hand.. but then again he had already seen most of her. He felt slighted as she held the cloth before her as a shield, though even as he watched her, he seemed to rise to his feet again smoothly, before he made his way to her once more. circling her, she knew not to move, dared not to move.

Even as he returned to stand before her, he reached out, and taking the silk from her hands, he tossed it aside as he nodded. " Much better. You are far too beautiful a woman to hide your body. Keep your hands at your sides." He remarked easily, though as he said that, he moved closer, and leaning down slightly as he was taller then she, he inhaled the scent of her.

He was so close... though even as he looked to her, he moved around behind her. " You have never been lain with a man?" He asked, as she felt his hand lift her hair, letting it slide between his fingers as he watched her... he could tell she was frightened, but to Galib, it mattered very little whether she was. As the last of her hair was released from his hand she felt him smoothing his hand over her shoulder, testing the softness of her skin as he spoke with her.

At first he had considered simply using his words to control her, but Galib decided right then and there he would touch her, he would take her in whatever way he wished. She may be frightened, but he was confident in a small amount of time he would have her squealing and begging to feel the pleasure of his cock within her.

Soon, she would be broken as a girl into the slave woman of the high prince!

" I am lucky the rains came late then...

She just managed to suppress the humph noise denoting her thoughts on that!!

He cirlced her, and she was reminded of a wild predator, circling, biding its time as it considered its prey. he took her burka from her, revealing her in her hareem clothing.

" Much better. You are far too beautiful a woman to hide your body. Keep your hands at your sides."

Her hair, he stroked it, the sensations, pleasant, and soothing, and yet she knew he might pull it at any moment.

" You have never been lain with a man?"

She was startled into action. Had he not heard the Auction Master declare so in front of everyone?? Had his own servant not probed her most intimately????

"How dare you!"

She turned on him, her eyes flashing, the words were out before she had thought, and her hand flew to her mouth. The knowledge that she had just shouted at a prince shocked her.

"I apologise! I forgot myself!!"

Galib could see she was embaressed by her own innocence... and yet it did not bother him. The Auction Master could have lied, it was a common enough thing to do so. He had not spoken with the firm woman whom had probed her innocence and declared her intact, so he wasn't knowledgable about that.

Even as she dared to speak out against him though his posture grew colder, his expression rather cold as he watched her. " I did not ask your opinion, nor did I ask for your indignation." He remarked, even as she prostrated herself with her apology, he shook his head easily. " Speaking against your master carries a heavy penalty, but since you have not been fully trained, I shall give leniency to your spite."

He would not forgive it though. If she spent all her time thinking about what negative he could possibly do to her, she would destroy her own sanity. He shook his head slightly though as he watched her, he finally coming to his own decision. " You have spoken without thought, much as a child would. When you act like such I shall spank you." With that he moved over to a chair and sitting down, he eyed her easily.

" Prostrate yourself over me, and declare your age. You shall receive a smack for every year you have lived, to represent the lessons that this age will bring you within my service. As this is the first time, I shall use my hand, but should you speak against me again, be assured the striking impliment shall be worse then that."

She knew that she would be punished. Apology or not, she had spoken out against her master none the less, and must be punished! What was worse, was he making her lean over his lap, presenting her ass to him... she would find he was a man both of action, as well as verbal domination. He was sure she would become accustomed to it.

The temperature in the room dropped perceptibly as her remark reverberated around the room. He was angered, as she might have expected.

" I did not ask your opinion, nor did I ask for your indignation. Speaking against your master carries a heavy penalty, but since you have not been fully trained, I shall give leniency to your spite."


For one, horrible minute, it had occured to her, that he might cast her out, or sell her on, or behead her. The word leniency gave her hope. She needed to be more circumspect her what she said.

" You have spoken without thought, much as a child would. When you act like such I shall spank you."

Her eyes widened, as he sat himself in a chair. He was going to spank her like a disobedient child!! No one had done such to her since she was 6. She remembered it clearly. She had taken their flour, and mixed it with all the eggs, and water from the river, to make a cake, wasting valuable food, and her mother had been furious. But this..... her father had never risen his hand to her... and she was shocked.

" Prostrate yourself over me, and declare your age. You shall receive a smack for every year you have lived, to represent the lessons that this age will bring you within my service. As this is the first time, I shall use my hand, but should you speak against me again, be assured the striking implement shall be worse then that."

She hesitated for long minutes, watching his face, hoping for a change of heart. She walked, slowly, to him, and red faced, she lay across his lap.

"I am 19 Sir"

The harem pants were tight across her ass in this position, and she hoped he didn't look too closely at their translucent fabric. She knew, if he looked he would see the shape of her ass, and she felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed.

He had no intentions of beheading the first slave he had ever known or owned without just cause, and though he was upset with her over her bold comment, it wasn't that which would cost her her head. Banishing her wouldn't teach her anything either... and besides, relatively it had been a small infraction... so he would punish her ligthly.

Even as she hesitated, his gaze remained fixed upon her until she complied with his wishes. He wasn't asking her whether she felt that a spanking was the correct punishment... he was telling her that was what her punishment would be. After all, he had but asked an innocent question, and had received a very heated response. It hadn't been called for, nor, as he had said had he asked for it.

Even as she laid herself across his lap, he felt her slight weight settle upon his thighs. He unlike her 'hopes', did look down, seeing the round firm shaping of her ass, the translucent fabric making it clear that her skin wasn't used to the punishment he was about to inflict. He decided though within an instant, and even as he moved his hand over the curve of her buttocks, she felt him take a firm hold of the waiste band of the pants, before he yanked them backwards, pulling them down over to the backs of her thighs, presenting her bare ass to his view.

With that though he placed his other hand on her lower back, firmly holding her in place. " Very well, nineteen spankings then." She was lucky she was young... if she were older, the punishment, even with his hand would be more. With that announcement though his hand moved firmly and crisply through the air, before it smacked into her left butt cheeck, not overtly hard, but definatly shockingly firmly as he held her there in place.

" Count, and thank your master for your punishment slave, and do not forget your place again." He warned her, waiting for her voice to ring off the number.

She could feel the heat of his hand through the thin fabric, and she blushed. This was as bad as being nude!! Then she gasped, and only just managed to stop herself from trying to yank the harem pants back up. He had bared her ass, pulling her pants around her knees.

It hadn't been as bad as being nude, she'd been wrong! She was mortified, and her face was crimson with humiliation at having to endure this!!

" Count, and thank your master for your punishment slave, and do not forget your place again."

His hand landed on her butt, sending a firey sting throughout the cheek, it had made her yelp.

"One, Master, thank you!"

She voice was small, quiet in the room, and she could hardly believe she was doing this.

"Two, t..thank you Master!"

On and on it went as his large hand heated the flesh of her ass, making her burn. Tears shone in her eyes, not really on foot of the pain, though it was sore, but more due to the humiliation of being spanked.

By the time it got to fifteen, her entire ass was throbbing..... and something felt funny in her female flesh too, a weird kind of throb there. Trying for relief, she wriggled on his knee, pressing her mound against his thigh, not knowing why she felt so strange.

He was waiting for something, and she wondered if it was over, and then she realised, he was waiting for her.

"thank you Master, fifteen!"

He knew she was humiliated... she still had 'standards'... she still thought of herself as a proper woman whom had rights. The only right she had was to obey her master. He had all the power over her, and the more quickly she reminded herself and learned that lesson, the less painful her service to him would be.

He had watched her yelp, he had watched her jump in surprise, and he was sure a slight sense of pain. Even as he nodded to her for being 'polite' though he simply moved on, his calloused hand smacked into each firm yet fleshy cheeck of her ass in turn, turning the pale flesh crimson with the punishment. He could feel the heat off her flesh as he continued, and even as he watched her wriggle slightly upon his lap, his hand held her in place.

Even as he halted, waiting for her to count again, he felt that she was getting aroused from this. He hadn't punished her hard, but it had been firm. Even as she finally caught herself though the next smack came crashing down, the last four being delivered in swift sucession to one another, before he stopped, the punishment over... this time.

Even as he finished his hand remained on her throbbingly reddened behind, his palm began to smooth over the flesh there, and even as he smoothed and soothed the ache in her backside, he simply considered her. She was an interesting slave... she spoke out against her master, and yet never in a truly defiant way... she was submissive, which was good, and even as he smoothed his hand over her backside, he moved his hand over the backs of her thighs.

He looked over to her as he boldly slid his hand between her legs, fingers smoothly stroking over the flesh of her bare womanhood. He would never ask to touch her... she was his slave... he could do whatever he wished with her, and they both knew that fact intimatly!

Mysah yelped as the last four smacks came hard and fast, raining fire on her upturned ass.

She was still moaning from the last one, as his hand began to smooth her heated flesh. She felt strange, a throb emanating from deep within her woman hood, and it had felt good as she ground against his thigh.

She was grinding against his thigh!! That shocked her, shocked her to the point that she froze, as the thought wrapped itself around her mind. She felt it then, his finger as it strayed between her legs, and she halted, terrified, and yet... somehow she yearned for it. She was confused. His finger grazed her slit lightly, sending waves of sensation through her, and she lay there, allowing him to do so. Not that she could deny him, she was his slave, she was just shocked that she enjoyed the touch so.

She waited a moment, wondering what he would do. Would he continue to explore her, or would he set her from him? Her face matched her ass, both heated and red, though for different reasons, as she waited.

Galib was no fool... he knew that a punishment could bring arousal... just as the denial of pleasure later could be a punishment all on it's own. Yet she had endured her punishment well for a first offense, so he had already decided that he would but allow her to experience the after math of what she had wrought within herself.

He could see she was both tense and relaxed at the same moment though... tense that he might continue, or tense that he might not? He wasn't sure, but the titilation of her not knowing was interestingly curious to himself. His finger grazed the newly smoothed slit, her womanhood before this day had been hidden from view by her own pubic hair... but Galib, along with his servants knew that the prince enjoyed the softness of those nether petals without the hair's interference.

Even as his other hand remained on his back though, his finger slid along her slit, she feeling him pressing the finger between her outer lips, tracing her virginal hole with the tip of his finger, before he moved his finger slightly further down. He seemed to be seeking something, and it was only when his finger bumped into the small nub of flesh that he seemed to be satisfied.

He knew how to pleasure a woman... he knew how to play with her, to conjure the sensations of desire and lust... and even as his finger gently circled that small nub that was designed from his teachings to bring a woman pure pleasure, it suddenly, like the desert snakes struck again, gently flicking the nub as he watched her reactions... listening for her sounds as well.

She may be shocked that she enjoyed his touches, but he wasn't shocked. He wanted to make her body tremble not in fear, for fear could drive her to mis-behave, but rather with pleasure... for the promise of future pleasure with obediance was quite more motivating to the mind then fear in 'breaking' a slaves obediance to her master. He could feel her tremble against him, but he could also feel the wetness of her womanhood, it telling him she wasn't immune to his 'charms', so with that, Galib continued his 'assault' on her.

OOoooooohhh what was he doing??? Shudders pulsated through her, at this new and strange experience. OOOOOOooohh again he touched her, and then with a a flick of his finger, he made her cry out.

She was squirming in his lap although whether it was her intention to get closer or get away, she could not have said. She whimpered and moaned as he teased and toyed with her, and she felt something swelling and tightening within her, making her pulse, making her throb with a desire she didn't recognise.

Her harem pants were annoying her, and she kicked her legs, not in and attempt to move him away, but to removed the obstacle that was annoying her so. She desperately wanted to kkow what he was doing? Was he trying to check her virginity? Perhaps she should tell him that Hind had poked her finger inside the hole he was circling?? But what was it he kept touching? Like a little pleasure button,and how had she never discovered it? With the pants gone, she allowed her thighs to part more, easing his access, and then realising what she had done, she snapped them shut again!

He watched her as she shuddered... he watched her as she experienced what he could tell was new pleasure. Even as he looked to her though he could not help but smile as he watched her writhe upon his lap, though it was easy enough for him to be able to tell that she wasn't trying to get away, but rather to get more.

As she kicked her legs he wondered to himself just what she was doing, and yet as she managed the feat and spread her smooth thighs for him, a smile that she did not see crossed her lips. She had clearly never been pleasured by a man... a man whom knew how to pleasure a woman was the most 'dangerous' kind.

Her little cries were delightful to his ears, and yet as she snapped her thighs shut, he moved his finger from the button of pleasure he had been stroking and flicking to pinch her thigh rather hard, not to leave a mark, but to motivate her to spread her shapely legs.

" Spread." It was but one word.. yet was a word he could tell that she would obey. Even as he demanded that, his finger did not return to pleasure her... she could tell if she did not keep her thighs open, he would not bring her that pleasure she was seeking clearly. Instead he shifted, as though he grew tired with her... if she didn't want him to pleasure her, he would simply throw her from his lap and ignore her!

" Spread."

That word transfixed her, and the world for a moment stood still.

His pinch punctured her frozen state, and reinforced his desire, his order. It seemed such a lewd thing to do, and yet, she wanted his touch! Needed his touch!!

She moaned, knowing there was, for so many reasons, only one course of action!

Shyly she opened her thighs wider, granting him access, imagining him looking at her intimately, and squeezing her eyes shut at the knowledge that he could see her most private parts intimately! But she wanted him to continue with the pleasure he was giving her!

Time seemed to stretch. She had parted her thighs and nothing happened. She opened her legs wider, and lifted her ass a little, as desire forced her to overcome her shyness.

Galib watched her, as though she was transfixed. He wasn't going to simply touch her without her immediate compliance, it was why she found herself in that cruxible of time, wondering what he might do. Yet as she pressed her ass up, it still reddened from the punishment she had received by his hand, she felt his hand smoothly moving along her thigh.

He had waited until her shyness had passed, and as it did she felt his hand return to the crux of her thighs, the apex of her womanhood, before two his index finger and ring finger suddenly slid between her nether lips, she there as she felt those fingers part, and with them the lips of her womanhood did as well. He opened her so intimatly and fully, and even as he did the middle finger of his hand swept forwards with a sure strike.

The finger struck that small nub directly, a sure touch, though even as she writhed he easily held her so lewdly open as his finger began again, stroking and rubbing her clit more surely and quickly. " When you please me, I shall please you. Dis please me, and you will be punished." He explained as he worked her pleasure higher, and even as he watched her shivering through her pleasure, he simply smiled.

He controlled her, her body, her will. Even as he stroked and rubbed her clit though, he was looking her over, seeing how she shivered delightfully atop his lap. " I am giving you pleasure, since you have taken your punishment without complaint." He remarked, his fingers stroking her even as she was 'forced' to remain so open and lewd, so lusty and pleasured if she wished the knot of desire that grew within her satisfied!

" When you please me, I shall please you. Dis please me, and you will be punished."

She meant to say Yes Master, but all that came out was a moan!!

She felt him opening her but at lease his finger was back on that magic button. She found herself pressing her body agaisnt his seeking finger, striving for a firmer touch, finding such pleasure in what he was doing that all thought of modesty faded. She began to moan feeling it winding tighter and tighter not knowing what was happening.

"Master!! Help me I feel so...... strange!!"

She squirmed rushing for something she had never experienced and didn't understand, feeling as though that little nub of nerves was about to exploded, and then with a scream, she exploded, waves of pleasure pulsing from within her core, making her body convulse and throb, her back arching and a sudden wetness at her crotch.