The Knight and the Slave (Closed)

[Se7en_]

Count Alexander Barov sighed as he woke up to once more spend another day at another bazaar and to view some more slaves at the slave auction. It had been just about four months since his liege lord, the Archduke of the kingdom or Nightvale had sent him on a fool's errand to buy a Circassian slave, one that had to be an expert at belly dancing, playing multiple instruments, singing in multiple languages and pleasing men sexually and sensually. She had to also be trained and completely obedient. He might as well have sent him to fetch a unicorn and the elixir of life while he was at it. He was not one to question orders from the Archduke, in fact, he was honored to be chosen for a difficult mission and it would also take his mind off of his recently deceased wife.

Alexander and his small regiment of knights had been in this godforsaken country for three weeks. They had put the word out in every city they visited if there was someone like that on sale. His men also scoured each city to find the time and place of their slave auctions, so he would not miss any. He had purchased a slave to teach him the local language and to pleasure him at night, but also one to keep his men happy and from starting too many brawls all over town.

This was proving to be a harder mission than his usual ones, which generally involved fighting and invading. Fighting he could do, but how do you fight bad luck and the lack of supply of slaves with the voice of an angle, the looks of a Nymph and the grace of a swan. But, Lord Barov was not one to quit, his code of conduct prevented him from quitting on a mission he had embarked on, he had never done it in his thirty five years on this earth and was not about to start now. He put his chain mail on and headed outside and greeted his right hand man and old friend. Sir Maximilian was somewhat of the opposite of Barov, he was carefree, walked around with a constant smile on his face like a moron. Alexander was more of the stoic strict man which made their friendship all the more unlikely on the outside. Barov did have a habit to smirk and grin in some situations and be sarcastic, but was stoic and showed no emotion most of the time.

However, those few who knew them both well, knew that Barov only had the serious intimidating expression that matched his large frame when on missions or among strangers. With his few trusted confidants, Maximillian being one of those few, he was a different person and a gentle soul at heart, but he did his best to hide that fact with a strong facade matched by his war record, having never lost a duel and being proficient with sword and spear. He thought going around being all friendly would tarnish the reputation of the tough weathered knight.

He nodded at his friend as he walked out of the inn "Another day my friend, let's see if we have any luck today". Max smiled and nodded at his dear friend "Today is the day, I am telling you." The knight said with his trademark jokester expression. Alexander shook his head at him "You say that every single day you fool. It has been nothing but disappointment thus far." Max shook his head "Let's get to it, you can't deny spending a day looking at and touching sex slaves is a bad day." Max said with a grin.

The Count pushed his friend aside and got on his horse "Let's go Shadow" his horse was black as the night and fast as the wind and had served him admirably throughout this rough trip that started at the end of the winter and is now threatening to go into the next winter. They had left their Northern kingdom in search of the unicorn at the beginning of March and it was now almost the end of June. He would really like to be on the road before the end of July to get a good head start so they would only need to ride for a few weeks after the first snows.

They rode into the bazaar, hitched their horses and with two guardsmen in tow, all armed to the teeth, the four men made their way into another slave auction, this was the tenth one they have attended in three weeks in three different cities. Finding a beautiful Circassian slave with all those talents was seeming more and more likely to be impossible, who would throw away a treasure like that after all?

As luck would have it, one such treasure was on sale that day. She was the center piece of the open auction. "Your patience finally paid off my friend" Max said as he pointed at her and licked his lips. The Comte nodded "Yeah, we might be able to leave this horrible place finally, no place like home". He said and looked at their prize, the unicorn was possibly found, but he was not going to be hasty, her appearance matched what they were looking for, now he needed to know if she also had the talents.

There she was a gorgeous Circassian slave in the classical belly dancer outfit. Hers was gold and pink showing off her arms, most of her legs and her belly. Her face was covered in a beautiful sheer black and gold veil. The young woman was barefoot and standing on a foot-high pedestal. Her slender wrists were wrapped in leather cuffs and the cuffs were attached to a chain above her head forcing her to stay on her toes and with her arms extended upwards. The slave was not resisting, indicating that she was trained or terrified or both, and the chain may have been just to enhance her beauty by stretching her body.

The men made their way to her pushing through the crowd who all made space and some cowered in fear. Alexander ignored all the other slaves on display, most naked, a lot were beautiful, but his eyes were trained on the pale belly dancer, she was now his prey, and the crowd and the slavers will not stand in the way of completing his mission. He pushed a few people out of the way and was now standing in front of her, his men at his back. He looked at her straight in the eyes. With her on a foot-high pedestal and on tip toes, she was just a couple of inches taller than him indicating that she was rather short.

His hand moved and his fingers wrapped around her chin under the veil and he moved her face right and left. The slaver standing next to her reached forward "Sir, you cannot touch her, you can touch all the other slaves if you want. But this one, she's a Circassian sir, very valuable". Alex glared at him shooting him a death stare "Do you have a death wish good sir?" The threat, combined with the size of the man and his accompanying heavily armed troops were more than enough to get the slaver to back off and cower away with his head bowed.

With a calmer voice Alex looked at the woman and then at the slaver "Oh she's Circassian is she? I had not noticed, much obliged for the helpful information sir." Barov said sarcastically with one of his rare smirks and then was back to being stoic as he then turned his attention back to the treasure in front of him. He can buy her and if she was satisfactory, he could finally go home. If only it was that easy, the Archduke was a prickly old bastard and buying him a slave that looked the part but had no skills was not a good option, so he had to test if she was up to the task first.

Breaking out of his thoughts, Alexander's hands then moved to her hair, thick rough fingers exploring the silky strands of auburn hair. His hands then found her neck, one hand locked on the front of the neck and one at the back. He was not choking or hurting her, just holding her by the neck. Nodding in approval, his hands then moved to her hands and his fingers slid down her arms enjoying the soft feel of her skin.

As his hands reached her armpits, they kept moving down her sides to the dip of her waist and then flare of lush round hips. He was very satisfied with how she felt thus far and kept going, his hands exploring the bare skin of her legs and his fingers enjoying the soft skin and the supple flesh underneath. When he reached her ankles, he let go and then took her hips and turned her around so her back was facing him. He moved back to her feet and his hand locked around her ankle and he pulled her leg up and back bending her leg at the knee and her sole was pointing up while she teetered to balance on the toes of one foot. He ran his hand along her bare sole and then repeated with the other one, satisfied that her feet were as soft as the rest of her skin. He then turned her around and once again locked his fingers around her chin "Do you have a name, girl? And do you have any special skills?" He asked, his voice deep and calm as he stared deep into her eyes.

After he listened to her response, and nodded as he listened carefully. He then stroked his chin for a moment, fingers going through his short dark beard. She said her name was Katirah. She played the Oud, flute and zither, he had no idea what those were, but will have to find out if she can actually play good music or not. She said that she can sing 100 songs. Knows stories to rival Scheherazade. That she dances. Knows Latin and Greek. That was a sticking point, she did not know his native tongue. He knew some of hers, enough to get by, but he would need to buy her a slave or servant that is fluent in her language and his to teach her.

Mostly satisfied, Barov turned his attention to the slaver "I will likely be buying this slave, but I will require a more intimate inspection of her body, so find us a private room to do so!" Alex ordered, when the slaver seemed to hesitate, Lord Barov grabbed the slaver's shirt and looked down at him "Now!" The slaver swallowed "Certainly Sir" He fumbled as he reached up to release the slave from the shackles and then helped her down off of the pedestal. The slaver grabbed her arm roughly and started to guide her away. Before he took more than once step, Alex stepped in front of him and blocked their way "Are you completely mad?" He asked, his voice clearly showing his irritation and patience thinning with the slaver. "She is a delicate flower you scum! This is not how you treat a delicate flower." The slaver let go of her arm, not sure what to do "Bring her some shoes! We don't want her feet stepping in all this dirt." The slaver nodded and ran into a building and grabbed one of her shoes, a simple pair of brown sandals. The slaver put the shoes by her feet and Alexander watched as she slipped her dainty feet in and then he took her arm, more gently than the slaver, but still with a firm vice-like grip on her arm. He looked at the slaver "Lead the way!"

The slaver nodded and walked towards the same building and then Alexander and the girl followed behind. On their way, they saw two slaves with little attention given to them, they looked like they were starving too. They were clearly not desirable as they were a little older and frail, the woman looked like she was in her mid to late thirties, way past her prime as a slave and the man was in his forties and did not look particularly strong.

Alexander stopped and called the slaver "I will be taking her too" He said pointing at the woman. She looked up at him and then at the man next to her "Please sir, don't separate me from my brother, he is all I have!" She begged, but the slaver ignored her pleas and pulled her up to her feet, the man tried to say something, but then ended up holding his tongue. The two siblings were in terrible shape and looked like they had not eaten their fill in months. Alexander noted that they were in terrible condition and was disgusted at how some people treat their slaves or servants to the point of starving them like what seems to have happened with those two.

The slaver, Alexander, Katirah and the female slave got in the building, the slaver guided them to a room, it was a small office with a desk and a couple of chairs, but not much else. The slaver stood in the room causing the Comte to once again almost lose his patience "Do you think I will steal her? Do not insult me, now go, give us privacy!" His voice and tone gave no room for negotiation, and the slaver walked towards the door whispering "I will be right outside, if you need me sir".

Alexander glared at him "I will not be needing your services...... Out!" He said firmly and pointed at the door, the slaver left and closed the door behind him. Shaking his head and sighing, he looked at the new slave and then grabbed her by the neck "What's your name slave?" The woman gasped at the rough touch "Jasmine, Master. At your service!"

The Comte nodded at her "Alright Jasmine, I have purchased you to be her servant, you will take care of her every need. Starting immediately, your first task is to strip her naked for me to inspect her body." He then turned his attention to Katirah "And you, Katirah, don't resist as she strips you, show me what you're hiding under the silk."He knew she was beautiful, but he was not going to buy his Archduke a slave without inspecting her body for imperfections first, especially seeing as this one was worth a small fortune. Jasmine took a cautious step towards the far more beautiful and young Katirah and reached with her hand to start working on the belly dancer's outfit.

 

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Katirah ((Kah-TIR-rah, roll the r)) was cursed. She had been born a beautiful child and retained that beauty into young womanhood. She did not go through an awkward stage at puberty and only became more beautiful. She was fine-boned and petite, yet had curves on all the right places. Her body was toned from from dancing, yet remained soft.

Her hair was a sun-streaked auburn, her eyes deep green flecked with gold as was common with her people. Her skin was flawless, not a mole or a freckle marred its milky perfection.

Katirah was cursed. Like all of her people, she was intelligent and clever. She loved stories and memorized them easily along with poems of all sorts. She had her father's gift with instruments. She could play almost anything with little instruction and had a good ear.

Katirah was cursed. She had her mother's voice and could sing like the nightingale in the Mandarin's court. She also had her mother's gift for dancing. She danced as if her feet were too special to touch the ground. Yet she could also dance with a raw earthiness to rouse the stoniest of men.

Katirah was a passionate girl, quick to anger or to happiness. Her moods changed as quickly as the clouds over the mountains of her homeland.

And Katirah was cursed. The women of her homeland were considered the most beautiful in the world. No harem was complete without one. When the raiders came to her village, she would have been safe if she had stayed hidden with the other girls and most of the women. But she could not stay hidden when she saw her father and brothers attacked. She snatched up a fallen sword and dashed at the raiders. She was able to give a few some lasting scars before she was grabbed and thrown over a horse. At the time, they did not know what a gem they had stolen. The rider thwacked her across her bottom with the flat of his sword to quiet her. "This one fights like a she-demon." He grinned. She would bring much gold in the slave market if she were half as fair as she was vicious. And he would take some of the spirit out of her by the time she was presented.

There were hard lessons for Katirah to learn from the slavers. But while she might be stubborn, she was not stupid. She learned to be docile to avoid punishment. She was sold to another slaver who specialized in training slaves for the sultan.

She honed her musical skills. She learned to read and write major languages used in the kingdom. She learned dances to perform for the court and harem and private dances to please the sultan or other nobles who might be interested buying her. She learned the many ways to please a man, but those were secondary lessons. She was worth far more for her other skills.

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She was indeed sold to the sultan. He was an older man who took her virginity out of tradition since his sexual appetites had waned. What he wanted was entertainment, lively conversations, and even livelier games of backgammon.

She became not just the entertainer for the harem and the sultan but his confidante. Unfortunately, the Valide Sultan, First Wife and mother of the Crown Prince, was jealous and feared Katirah had too much influence over the sultan. The Sultana made life miserable for Katirah, she was punished severely for any and every infraction in the harem. She began to fear for her life. When she told the sultan, he pondered for a few days. Katirah thought he might reprimand the Sultana. Instead, he decided to sell Katirah for her own safety. This must have been the sultana's plan the entire time.

Katirah wept and pleaded, but the sultan would not be moved. To keep peace in the harem, she must go.

Katirah was allowed to keep her instruments, her costumes, and the jewelry and clothes she had purchased with her stipend. But she expected the slaver master would spirit away some of it. But no matter, her life as she knew it was over.

Since she was no longer a virgin, the slaver kept him for himself until he sold her. It would take some time to put out work and amass buyers with enough coin to make the purchase.

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Katirah was on display, stretched with her bound hands above her head, having to stand on tiptoe. Punishment from the slave master for drawing blood with her nails the night before.

A man and guards approached, European by the look of all of them. He must be a noble from his clothes and armor. She had entertained a few who had come to the sultan's court. They did not bathe often enough from her experience.

The man stood before her. He was tall and broad with dark hair that curled to his shoulders. She met his eyes. They were sparkling blue, like sapphires.

Her turned her face and inspected her teeth like she was some horse he was considering. She suffered the indignity of his touch as his hands ran over her body raising gooseflesh as they passed over her armpits. His hands could span her waist.

She nearly lost her balance when he touched the soles of her feet.

It was good the master slaver was busy elsewhere. He would never be intimidated by infidels. But the blue-eyed man called her a delicate flower. Perhaps he would be a good master after all and treat her with care and respect. He might be easy to manipulate.

Katirah had no choice but to go into the room with the man. She was apprehensive as to what sort of "intimate inspection" he planned on giving her. Once inside she said, as the terribly thin woman, Jasmine, began to undress her, "If you wished to purchase a virgin, I am sorry to disappoint you." She spoke in Latin guessing they had that language in common. She also didn't use any term of respect for him. He hadn't purchased her, He wasn't her master. "There is no need for you to prod to discover that. I was in the sultan's harem. He took me a few times."

When Jasmine finished removing her clothes, Katirah stood with her chin held high, like a queen, refusing to let the man see any embarrassment. She put her weight on one foot to further accent the curve of her hip. Her body was hairless from her neck down. It was a custom for women to remove their body hair by sugaring. A technique of applying a warm sugar and honey paste to the skin and then rolling it off as it cooled taking the hair with it.

She had the hint of a smile as she realized that the man--her new master, had purchased Jasmine to be her own servant. It seemed she was to be coddled. She liked the idea. She knew that those in the West did not have harems, or even more than one wife. He must be very rich to buy her and a servant for her. Perhaps he wanted her to add exotic entertainment to his court.

She began to feel excited, not apprehensive about the prospect of traveling with this man to a far away place.

 

[Se7en_]

Alexander watched in silence as Jasmine began stripping Katirah, more and more of her body was exposed, and she was absolutely gorgeous. She was blessed with a very feminine and lean frame as well as beautiful features. If her words were to be believed, she was also blessed with artistic abilities like dancing and singing. What she was evidently not blessed with was behaving like a good well-trained slave. She spoke out of line and he decided to ignore it when she said. "If you wished to purchase a virgin, I am sorry to disappoint you." and then when she continued, he continued to ignore her "There is no need for you to prod to discover that. I was in the sultan's harem. He took me a few times." She also did not use any terms of respect to address him like Sir or Master and he once again was not too impressed.

When the very thin slave was done stripping her, Katirah did not stand like a slave, but like a queen, and at that time, he about had it with her. As he walked to her, he saw she had the hint of a smile on her full ruby lips and her facial expression changed from the initial worried look. He was not sure what that was about and was planning to ask her about it, but first to explain to her what she was doing wrong.

The armored knight stood in front of Katirah. His 6' 3" muscular and armored frame towering over and dwarfing her petite 5 ' 2" and barely 100 pounds frame. He took off his leather gloves and handed them to Jasmine who took them and bowed her head. His hands reached for Katirah's cheeks and stroked them before moving around her head. He arranged her silky auburn hair in a ponytail. He took a few moments to arrange it carefully while still completely silent. Once the ponytail was in his hand, he pulled on it forcing her head back as he stood next to her. The motion exposing more of her neck and stretching her chest and bending her back forward a little.

His other hand locked onto the front of her neck, once again not choking her, just holding her tightly and he began to reprimand her "I don't know who trained you or how, but my understanding is slaves do not speak unless addressed or are given permission to speak....... Slaves also do not offer their opinions unless asked for them." He pulled her hair tighter and continued "I don't know who your previous Master was and I could not care less, being my slave will be different, you have no rights except those I grant you, and you have not earned the right to speak without permission. You need to impress me and earn it first, and so far, I am far from impressed...... slave." He made sure to emphasize the word slave.

Of course, he was lying, he was very impressed with her body, personality and skills, but did not plan to show any of that. He needed her to feel inadequate and work hard to please him then he would show her his appreciation and give her more rights once she 'earns' them. He was a kind man, but also a very strict one and this one clearly needed a firm hand and a strict Master, not one she could wrap around her finger and control from the bottom. He was not going to fall for that scheme.

Still holding on to her hair, Alex moved his hand down from her neck onto her chest and cupped each of her bare breasts, squeezing and fondling the supple flesh and appreciating how good her chest felt under the manipulation of his thick digits. Satisfied with the feel of her breasts, his fingers next clamped onto her nipples, the right then the left, feeling the tender nubs harden at the attention and he questioned her "Do you enjoy having your nipples toyed with and pinched Katirah?". Once again, he was very satisfied with how her body felt and how soft and smooth she was. He had not run his hands all over her body yet, but it was clear she was smooth as silk and took good care of herself which, once again, impressed him, but did not show on his face or in how he treated her.

His hand moved away from her breast and onto her stomach, the muscles could be felt underneath and her belly was perfectly flat and had a nice shape and feel to it. His hand move back up and to her shoulder, then his palm slid along the silky skin of her thin shapely arm and all the way down to her hand. He took her small hand in his and pulled it to his face, he liked the slender fingers and the soft feel of her skin, her nails were well done, clean and polished. He pulled her hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss on her fingers. He then put her hand down and repeated with the other arm, palm brushing against her arm and to find her other hand which he examined, pulled up to his lips and planted a kiss on her palm. He wanted his actions to confuse her, pulling her hair and reprimanding her, then soft touches and and then kisses to her hands. "How do you care for your hands and nails?" He asked wondering how she achieved such a fine sheen to her nails.

Satisfied with her upper body, he let go of her hair and he turned her so she was standing face to face with his intimidating armored frame. His hands locked around her ribs and then felt and caressed their way down her sides to her slim waste and onto her full supple hips. His hands then moved around exploring the globes of her ass and squeezing and fondling the firm, but soft flesh.

Feeling good about his upcoming purchase, he once again stood next to her, one arm wrapped around her waist to steady her, and his other hand move back to her belly and then made the short journey down to her hidden treasure, his fingers probed against her thighs, lightly spreading them and then cupped her sex and prodded against her most sensitive flesh. He pulled away, not too satisfied with the position she was in and the lack of access he had.

So, he roughly turned her around and his hand locked around the back of her neck and pushed her forward towards the desk. He pushed her down onto the desk, her breasts squeezed against the wooden surface. He then stood next to her facing away and his arm wrapped around her waist and under her belly and held her down. His other hand spread her legs and then he snapped his fingers at Jasmine "Come, hold her ass open for me." Jasmine stood up and ran over and then immediately knelt down behind Katirah's shapely behind and her slender fingers took hold of Katirah's fleshy globes and spread them as wide as she could and as gently as she could. "Good girl" Alex said and the slave smiled wide at him, she had very rarely, if ever, heard any nice or encouraging words from her owners, or received any form of positive reinforcement. Which meant that, to her, even those simple two words meant the world to her and made her happy that finally her devotion and obedience may get her some appreciation and slightly better treatment from her new owner.

With Katirah open wide and pinned, Alex's hand moved back between her legs and his middle finger stroked along the length of her sex, going up and down in slow methodical passes and her body quickly responded producing lubrication as it prepared for penetration. The body was always interesting, Barov thought, even if the mind was not interested or ready, the body behaved on its own accord, evolution and instinct took over and Katirah's body produced the lubrication juices to welcome the intruder in. He of course, had no plans to take her right there, but he did slide his middle finger inside her which produced a small gasp from Jasmine and a deep red blush on her face. Here she was, kneeling in-front of this powerful man, she had her fingers in another woman's backside opening her up for inspection and this man had his finger inside that woman's sex right in front of her face. It was not something she had ever experienced before and it caught Lord Barov's eye as he probed and prodded Katirah's most sensitive flesh. "You had better get used to this slave, you will be helping me tease and play with her often, not just now, and she will do the same to you." Jasmine looked at him wide eyed, and almost gasped again at the thought of this being a common activity, she was very uncomfortable touching another woman and felt the same about being touched like this by another woman, but she was a devoted and completely obedient slave and she just nodded and said "Yes Master!"

The Knight turned his attention back to Katirah, his finger was now sliding in and out of her easily and she was producing more and more lubrication for him. His finger then focused its efforts and tracked down her most sensitive spot and he brushed against the rough patch of skin with the pad of his finger. He only touched her there once, very lightly and then pulled out of her, he had no interest in letting her get release yet. "My apologies slave, were you interested in a climax?" He mocked as he left her on the edge and continued to hold her body against the desk. "Release is something you will need to earn, just like everything else." He announced as he stroked the globe of her ass and then his pinky finger slipped between her cheeks and poked against her asshole, not pushing in, just testing her reaction to the invasive touch. The tight hole immediately responding and tightening to reject the intruder. He wondered if the reaction meant she was an anal virgin or just hated being touched there. Either way, as a slave, she had no say in where and how she was used.

Finally, Alex released the slave, pulled her up and turned her around to face him and then moved back a step "Katirah, I have deeply enjoyed playing with you and will likely purchase you, if you prove your obedience and devotion, that will seal the deal. So I want you to kneel before me, and ask me to purchase you and take you away." He was going to purchase her anyway, but wanted to see how she reacts to this, regardless, he was sold and would take her home today.

 

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Katirah looked a bit puzzled when the knight pulled her hair up. She gasped when he tugged it harder and made her look at him.

"I don't know who trained you or how, but my understanding is slaves do not speak unless addressed or are given permission to speak....... Slaves also do not offer their opinions unless asked for them." He pulled her hair tighter and continued "I don't know who your previous Master was and I could not care less, being my slave will be different, you have no rights except those I grant you, and you have not earned the right to speak without permission. You need to impress me and earn it first, and so far, I am far from impressed...... slave."

She swallowed and tried to look contrite i her awkward position. "A thousand pardons ... Master. I had not realized the purchase was complete. I hope you will forgive this humble slave." She could be compliant, if that is what it took.

"Do you enjoy having your nipples toyed with and pinched, Katirah?"

"What I like is not important, Master. My place is to please." Although she gasped when he pinched her nipples to hardness. She did like it, but she wouldn't admit it to him. She was sure that he would take note of anything she liked or didn't like and use it against her.

He examined her arms and hands and kissed her palm like a courtier. The man was a puzzlement. The stern demeanor was a mask he used to hide how gentle he really was. He had to make a show of how commanding he was.

"I use oils and unguents on my hands and body. There is a fine grit that is buffed on the nails to make them smooth and shiny. I bathe often in the harem. I must always be ready to entertain the sultan." She wanted to remind him that she had once belonged to the most important man in the land. "Sometimes we use henna to decorate our hands and feet, and sometimes our bodies."

She gasped when he turned her around and groped her. She had thought to avoid this when she told him she wasn't a virgin. She hated her body for responding to him. When he spoke of Jasmine helping to tease and play with her often, she was surprised, but not upset by it. The women in the harem often amused themselves that way. But never with a man involved. It was their secret pleasure, although Katirah rarely found a partner. The scheming in the harem was too great. Better to keep to oneself.

Katirah panted as the knight continued to finger her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip trying not to make a sound. But he stopped short.

"Release is something you will need to earn, just like everything else."

"Yes, Master." She tried to sound meek, like Jasmine.

Her tone changed abruptly as her whole body clenched, "No! That is the forbidden place!"

Katirah stood once she was allowed to, again standing like a queen. Dancing taught her good posture, performing taught her attitude. She may be a slave, but she had dignity.

Katirah, I have deeply enjoyed playing with you and will likely purchase you, if you prove your obedience and devotion, that will seal the deal. So I want you to kneel before me, and ask me to purchase you and take you away."

There had been other prospective buyers, or at least those who wanted a chance to see a fabled almeh and woman from the sultan's harem and pretend they might be able to possess her. But the slave master said he'd have to drop her price, she cost too much to keep and feed even if he forced her to his bed every night. Did she want to continue this way or go with the knight? She thought it strange that he would give her a choice. It seemed if she would not be obedient, he didn't want her.

She had never been defiant, but she had taken for granted the freedom the sultan gave her.

Katirah knelt and pressed her forehead to the floor on obesiance. "Please, Master. Purchase me and take me away from here."

 

[Se7en_]

Lord Barov watched as the dancer quickly dropped to her knees and put her forehead to the floor, a clear sign of submissiveness and supplication, and then she said the words "Please, Master. Purchase me and take me away from here."

He was a little taken aback by the change in attitude, the girl was now almost as obedient as Jasmine, he was partly disappointed as he kind of liked her fiery nature and he decided not to kill that side of her completely and to give her some freedom and rights over the other slaves to give her back some of that arrogance, but he wanted it in a controlled way and wanted her to remain fully obedient.

Once again, Barov reached for Katirah's hair and he pulled her to her feet roughly and looked in her eyes "You please me Katirah, you will be my slave, you are an amazing woman and I will enjoy owning and training you." He knew he would own her at least temporarily for the months it takes to ride home and he would enjoy her during that.

With a snap of his finger, Jasmine ran to him and knelt at his feet "Dress her and then go get that slaver scum back in here" Jasmine struggled to not laugh at that remark, but she had to crack a smile as she was getting up to get Katirah's clothes. Before she took one step, Alexander grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to him roughly. The terribly thin slave looked terrified as he asked "Did I say something amusing slave?"

The poor woman was horrified, years of abuse were rushing back to her mind as she worried history was repeating itself and she was again purchased by an abusive owner, only this time, she didn't even have her brother. Her worries melted when he relaxed the hand in her hair and gently stroked the strands of her dark hair and smiled "You know he is scum, and you were right to smile, from now on, don't hide your feelings, don't suppress, tell me when you feel something, understood?" The slave nodded and her eyes welled up with tears as he ran his hand over her bony arm "We're going to feed you a lot and get you back to good health..... Now go".

The slave bowed her head and whispered a 'thank you' and then ran to get Katirah's clothes and quickly dressed her in the beautiful dancer's outfit. She then ran to the door and asked the slaver to walk in.

As soon as he walked in Alexander moved to him "She is an alright specimen" This was different than what he told Katirah of her being amazing, this was a negotiation technique "I will be buying her, but her asking price is preposterous, 5,000 gold? Are you mad?" He asked scoffing at the ridiculous notion. Of course, his budget covered that asking price and more, but he figured any money he saves on her purchase, he can use to buy better accommodations on their many stops on the way home. He was also quite frugal and the negotiator. "I will give you 2,000 gold for her, final offer."

The slaver's eyes shot wide "Sir, I am very sorry, but that is impossible, she was the Sultan's slave and a rare Circassian. If I sell her to you at this price, my wife and kids will go hungry. We can find you another slave, more in line with your budget." He said as he reached his hand to grab Katirah. Before the slaver could touch the slave, Lord Barov reached behind his back to grasp the hilt of his sword and he pulled it up and then swung it down between the slaver and Katirah, stopping him from reaching her, the massive sword cutting the air with a loud whooshing sound and causing a small shock-wave in the air. The sword was a work of art with a beautiful sharp blade and an intimidating hilt adorned with a dragon. What was even more intimidating was the size and length of the sword. It was longer than the average sword and so was not hung on the hip, but rather on the back.

Lord Barov swung the sword up and put it on the slaver's shoulder letting him feel the weight "Your wife and kids will go hungry if I pay you 2000 gold for her? What do they eat? Gold covered bread?" He mocked the slaver and continued "You will cut her price in half, or I will cut YOU in half and find the next slaver, who I will also cut in half if he does not take the deal." The slaver just froze in his place, not sure what to do, so Barov nodded "Alright, we have a deal then!" He announced and put his sword away and motioned for the two slaves to follow.

As they walked outside, they passed by Jasmine's brother and Jasmine ran to her Master and dropped to her knees "Master you ordered me not to hide my feelings, and to tell you what I think, Master please don't separate me from my brother, he is the only family that I have!" She begged, tears in her eyes, and Alex felt sorry for her and was about to announce he will be buying the brother when he saw the slaver reach to slap Jasmine and Alexander grabbed his arm and stared down at him "She is not yours to strike anymore, if you lay your hand on one of my slaves, you will lose that hand." He threatened and then looked at the brother, he looked just as thin and frail as Jasmine and looked completely worthless as a work slave, but he had saved a lot of money and he liked doing good deeds and if this specific one makes Jasmine happy which would likely make Katirah happy and then him and the Archduke happy.

Jasmine spoke again tears in her eyes at her Master protecting her and standing up for her, something that had never happened in her life and she felt valued for the first time in her life "Master, my brother is str......" She sighed and continued "I can't lie to you, he was strong, but he will again if you feed him."

The slaver scoffed and Alex looked at him losing his patience "Yes?" The slaver scoffed again at the man "She wants you to buy him to feed him so he can become strong, can you believe that slut?" As soon as the word left his mouth, Alex punched him and sent him flying "I told you, she's not yours to strike or to insult." He then paused and scratched his chin "Although, to be fair, I never said you can't insult them, but now you know and that punch was well-deserved " He then threw a bag of gold at the man as well as one extra piece of gold "This is for the man, the woman is part of the deal with Katirah."

With that exchange done, he wrapped his arm around Katirah's shoulders protectively and possessively and guided her out of the slave market and yelled "Men! Form up, we're heading back to the inn." He said and he looked around to find his best friend with a small blonde slave draped over his shoulder and he looked very happy with his purchase. Alex shook his head, but happy his best friend found some entertainment.

Two of his men were arguing in front of a cage holding a beautiful dark haired girl. They were arguing over who would buy her. He tossed them another piece of gold "She now belongs to the two of you, she's a treat on me." Then men cheered as he walked his newly purchased slave to his horse. He grabbed Katirah by her waist and lifted her up like she was a feather and put her on the horse, her feet dangling off of one side. He then climbed on the horse behind her and wrapped one arm around her waist to steady her. He then looked at the two siblings "You're in charge of carrying her things, anything breaks and the two of you will be whipped." He then pointed at one of his men "Stay with them and make sure all her belongings are brought to the inn." He then flicked his finger at Jasmine and she came running "If the slaver so much as looks at you the wrong way, tell me and he will lose his head." Jasmine smiled and nodded and then left to do as he commanded.

Once she was gone, he gave his full attention to his newly purchased slave and he leaned in to whisper in her ear, his warm breath washing over her neck and tickling her "Don't tell anyone, but I would have paid 5,000 gold for you." He said and left it there, wanting her to once again feel special and not just like any slave. With that comment, he tightened his arm around her waist as the horse started moving.

 

[haremfaery]

Her new master had a rough touch. He seemed to enjoy pulling her hair to control her. She would have to see what she could do to remedy that.

She kept from pouting when he said he would enjoy training her. What training could he possibly give her? Unless things were so very different in the west. If he wanted her to be more like Jasmine, she could do that is it meant more freedom for her. He really didn't know her or her abilities yet. She was sure once he did, his attirude would change. She was a slave like no other.

He seemed t swing back and forth, rough one moment and then complimentarty the next. Was this his way of keeping her guessing.

Katirah was happy that she would have her own personal slave to tend to her. The harem had a hierarchy. Katirah wasn't a wife or concubine and so was only attended by the lesser slaves as they were available. She never had a slave all her own.

She had to show Jasmine what order to put her cosume back on. But the girl had deft fingers. "We will be spending much time together. I hope we may become friends." Katirah told her.

Katirah listened silently as her new master negotiated her price. But it wasn't negotiating, it was threatening. She wondered if he would have truly killed the slaver if he didn't give in to the low price for her. The knight's voilence was frightening. Even so, she was insulted that the slaver gave in so easily.

She looked over the knight's men. They seemed even rouigher than he. Was this all they were interesed in? Slave girls to slake their lust? Surely they needn't travel so far?

He lifted her onto his horse as if she were nothing. It was awkward sitting sideways but the knight's strong arms kept her in place. She placed her hands lightly on his forearms not knowing where else to put them. She could feel his muscles flex as he controlled the horse.

She wished she had had a chance to supervise the moving of her things. Her oud in particular would not stand to be battered about. The sultan had been generous in letting her take so much with her. Her instruments, dance costumes, her less fine jewelry, some games, her tarot, and books.

She stroked the horse's neck. "You have a handsome steed. I know how to ride. And hawk. The sultan would bring me with him." She stopped talking. She was only supposed to speak when spoken to. "A thousand pardons, Master. I forgot myself."

The knight saying that he would have paid the full 5,000 gold didn't soothe her feelings much. But his breath against her ear sent a shiver through her. He smelled of sweat, horses, and oiled armor. Not a smell she was accustomed to and not as malodorous as she expected.

She had to tread carefully until she knew more about her new master. "If I may, I should like to ask a question. I know you9 are my master, but I do not know your name. I do now know how I should address you. I do not wish to offend through my ignorance."

 

[Se7en_]

Alexander watched as the slave stroked the horse's neck. "You have a handsome steed. I know how to ride. And hawk. The sultan would bring me with him." She said and then quickly apologized "A thousand pardons, Master. I forgot myself." She then continued "If I may, I should like to ask a question. I know you are my master, but I do not know your name. I do now know how I should address you. I do not wish to offend through my ignorance."

He listened to her question as the horse moved slowly through the market "My name is Count Alexander Barov, you may call me Master or my Lord." He said then continued "I won't punish you this time for speaking without permission." He said as he stroked the horse's neck "And yes, my horse is wonderful creature, strong, fast and dependable. You need not concern yourself with riding or hawking though, you're a slave that exists for pleasure and entertainment, you won't be riding a horse or going out hunting." He said wanting her to understand that this will be different than what she had been used to. "What your sultan did does not matter as he does not own you anymore...... I do, and you would do well to remember it." He said as he cupped her chin in his hand and forced her to look up at him. "Now, be silent till we're back at the inn." He ordered and the horse sped up as they were now out of the market.

It was always hard for Alex to play the tough, hard, overly strict man, he was soft and gentle on the inside and the constant act was tiring, but it was necessary to maintain the respect through fear that he was taught to command from a young age. He knew it was only a matter of time before Katirah found that out as he likes to let the facade drop when in his private quarters. He would need to train her to respect and obey him not out of fear only, but it will start as fear and then evolve into respect.

He kept his arm around her and did not talk to her at all on the way back. Minutes later, they were at the inn, he dismounted and then slipped her off of the horse and into his arms, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other was under her knees as he cradled her in his strong arms and carried her small body inside.

Meanwhile, the men were dragging or carrying the slaves they bought into their quarters. Without a word, he carried her inside and up the stairs to the suite he had reserved for himself and his slave. As they walked into the quarters, they saw the slave he had purchased to teach him the local language, she was young and beautiful, but not nearly as much as Katirah. She was almost naked, a brassiere was covering her chest and a long skirt with large slits on both sides exposed her legs completely and her feet were bare.

The slave immediately came to them and knelt her master's feet "welcome back Master!" she said with a smile "I'm so happy you finally found what you're looking for," she said smiling at him and then Katirah.

Alexander smiled back at her and stroked her hair gently and then snapped out of it and pulled her up roughly by her hair "Anya, This is Katirah, the new and exotic slave we're taking home, you will teach her our language and ways" He announced "For now, take her in and bathe her, wash the stench of that disgusting slave market and slaver off of her." He ordered and then let go of her hair and then grabbed Katirah by the hair "And you Katirah..... you will behave and let her bathe you in peace, if I hear you gave her trouble, I will whip you until you pass out!" He then snapped his fingers and pointed at the bath. Of course, he had no intention of doing that, but found that threats generally do the trick. He had only had to make that threat come true once in his life when a servant openly disobeyed after being threatened with this kind of whipping. However, he never minded giving lighter more playful whippings to his slaves.

Anya took Katirah's hand and gently guided her in to the washroom, while Barov began removing his chain-mail armor. A few minutes later, Jasmine knocked on the door and came in carrying a large ornate wooden box and she handed it to Barov. He looked at her with a puzzled expression "What is this?" Jasmine shook her head "I don't know Master, the slaver told me to take this to you as a gift from Katirah's previous owners to her current owner." Alex raised an eyebrow and nodded then slapped Jasmine's behind "Good girl, now go make sure the rest of Katirah's things arrive in one piece."

Jasmine jumped at the slap and then her cheeks turned red at being called a good girl and having her bottom slapped, but not painfully, just hard enough to give a nice pleasurable sting. She bowed her head and left the room.

With the box in hand, Alex walked to the bed, sat down and opened it. Inside were a lot of things, a carved jade dildo, some silk rope, a porcelain butt plug, and a book of explicit sexual positions some involving 3 people and other things. However, what caught his eyes first was the two notes. He took the first one, it was from the Sultan, he read through it and was amazed at how much the Sultan loved Katirah. The most important part of the note was that he had said that Katirah responds to kindness, and a gentle soft touch, but also to strict rules and discipline as she has a strong colorful personality. Alexander was happy to hear that, he would rather be kind and gentle with her, but could also be strict and discipline her, he was also happy to hear she had an interesting personality.

The second note was from the Sultan's wife, in it she said that Katirah responds to pain and a firm hand and Alexander raised his eyebrows and chuckled "I'm going to have to ask Katirah about the Sultan's wife and their relationship, I am going to guess she was jealous and wanted Katirah to be hurt by her new Master" He thought to himself. That was interesting and the Count wanted to know more from Katirah after she steps out from her bath. He closed the box and locked it and put the key in his pocket. He would use all the contents of that box on Katirah and enjoy every second of it.

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah was so much more than a slave for pleasure or entertainment. She had to make Lord Barov understand that. But not when he order her to keep silent until they reached the inn. "Yes, my lord." She lowered her eyes and looked at him through her lashes.

When they arrived, he lifted her from the horse treating her as if she weighed no more than gossamer. Her feet never touched the ground.

Once in their rooms, she met Anya the slave who would be her tutor. Clearly Lord Barov preferred his women half naked. She didn't know if she liked Anya or not. But it seemed Anya liked their master. he supposed that meant something.

Katirah looked at Barov when he insisted she let Anya bathe her. Why would she make trouble over a bath? She loved bathing. Her people had elevated it to an art form. "I shall very much enjoy a bath, Anya. Thank you." She spoke to the girl and didn't even look at her new master.

"Perhaps we can start my lessons. I want to learn Lord Barov's language as soon as possible since I will be spending the rest of my life in his country.

She let Anya undress her as they traded words for each piece of clothing. They moved on to words related to bathing while Katirah sniffed the scented oils and added a few to the water. She stepped into the tub and relaxed into the water. Anya helped wash her back and hair.

Anya taught Katirah names for body parts. They giggled when naming the more private parts. Katirah asked about names for men's private parts. The two giggled even louder as they traded the more vulgar words to describe men's and women's parts.

Anya dried Katirah and helped her into a clean robe, soft and comfortable. She left her hair down so it could dry. Katirah used her makeup kit to line her eyelids with kohl and qazah on her cheeks and lips. She put on delicate embroidered slippers and went back to the main room with Anya. She bowed to Lord Barov but did not speak.

 

[Se7en_]

As he was browsing through the box of toys the Sultan left him, Alex could hear the two girls giggling in the wash room and he looked towards the door and almost walked in to see what they were doing that was so funny, but he decided against it. There will be plenty of other times where he would crash a bath session and engage in pleasuring himself with their bodies, but for now, he would let them use this opportunity to bond. He was happy they seemed to be getting along well. If they didn't get along, it would make his life harder, so he was happy to let them form a friendship, he certainly did not want them to hate each other. He was not prepared for that drama.

Soon, the two girls emerged from the wash room, Katirah, beautiful as ever, was in a nice bathrobe and embroidered slippers while Anya was in the same skimpy outfit. When they came out, Katirah bowed respectfully and Anya followed and smiled at her Master, a smile that disappeared quickly and was replaced with a pained wince as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close and then did the same with Katirah's still wet hair. He pulled them both close in front of him facing each other and then he turned Anya's head towards him and looked down at her "What was so funny? You were giggling a lot in there, I was now aware a bath could be that funny." Anya's cheeks turned red "I'm sorry Master, I started teaching her the language and..." Barov cut her off "And what is so funny about that?" He said as he pulled a little on both their hair.

Anya winced "I started teaching her the names of the parts of her clothing and then words for the bath and then body parts, we giggled as I taught her the words for the private parts and then she asked about those for men, what are they in our language" She said and grinned a little as her cheeks turned a little red. Barov grinned back at her and then turned his attention to Katirah and raised an eyebrow at her "oh who knew, a sex slave is interested in the names of sexual body parts, how fascinating!" He said sarcastically, emphasizing the 'sex slave' part, knowing full well she was not just a sex slave, but wanting to tease her and see how she would react.

Letting go of Anya's hair, he turned her around and then slapped her bottom hard causing her to yelp and jump forward "Get out Anya and don't disturb us, go help with lunch preparations or make yourself useful somewhere else." He ordered and Anya looked back and nodded "Yes Master!" She said and then ran out of the room.

Barov then turned his attention back to Katirah and, still holding on to her hair, he moved her to stand in front of him and smiled down at her as he cupped her chin "What did you think of Anya? Would she be a good tutor to help you learn the language?" He asked as his hands worked on her robe and opened it exposing her breasts and sex as he listened to her answer and then he continued "Robes like these are nice and soft, but they cover too much of your beautiful body for my tastes." He said as his hands took hold of her breasts and he squeezed the soft flesh in his large hands enjoying the pleasurable feeling of holding her feminine body like that.

Hesitantly, he let go of her breasts and then took her hand and walked her to the large bed . As they reached the large bed, he sat down and pulled Katirah to sit on his lap. One arm wrapped around her waist and held her tightly and the other hand scooped her legs and pulled them up and over his lap, her feet resting on the bed. His hand reached down and pulled the slippers off her feet and then pulled her closer and curled her small body in his lap.

With his arm still around her waist, his other arm was free to roam her body and he started at her feet, his large hand gently stroking her soft bare feet playing with the slender toes and then sliding up the silky soles to her heels. His hand then traveled up her leg from her ankle sliding along flawless skin. His attention was then back on her features as his hand moved up and down her calves and feet "So tell me about you Katirah, I don't know much about you, tell me where do you come from? How did you end up with the Sultan?" He said as his hand continued to feel and stroke her calves and feet. He also wanted to ask about her relationship with the Sultan and his wife and so many other questions, but he would ask them slowly, he had all the time in the world to learn about her as he makes sure she's fit to serve his Archduke, and fit to entertain him till they get there.

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah saw her new master put side a carved wooden box when she and Anya entered the room after her bath. It was probably something he purchased in the bazaar. A memento to bring back with him.

Lord Barov seemed as changeable as the sea. One moment happy, smiling, the next pulling her hair, demanding, sarcastic, angry. Katirah did not know how to act around him. Even subservience did not always please him. Why would a man care what women laughed about they were alone? Katirah was used to being among women for such private things as bathing. Was her master curious, or so insecure that he thought they were laughing about him?

"I only wished to know the words so that I would be more able to please my lord." Katirah learned new things easily. She had an ear for languages. But she just might act as if she was learning slowly in order to learn more. People would speak freely in front of her if they thought she wouldn't understand.

Barov was surprisingly gentle once Anya had left. Perhaps he didn't was the other servants to know that he favored her and wasn't so rough once they were alone.

"Anya is a good teacher. I have learned many new words already." She stood quietly as he explored her breasts. Her nipples puckered and hardened to nubs against his palms.

The bed he led her to was high off the floor and wide. Beds in the harems were narrow and low to the ground. The sultan's bed was low as well, but so large that all of his favorites could join him leaning against the mahkatah (leaning pillows), even taking a meal there with him. This inn clearly catered to foreign guests.

Katirah sat on her master's lap as he stroked her feet and calves. She wiggled her toes and laughed when his touch became too ticklish. Her legs were smooth. Her entire body had been freshly sugared the night before since she was displayed in the slaver's market.

"So tell me about you Katirah, I don't know much about you, tell me where do you come from? How did you end up with the Sultan?"

Katirah was quiet a moment deciding what to say. Should she make something up or tell the truth? --What little she remembered of it.

"I am a Circassian, my lord. They say Circassian women are the most beautiful in the world. The slavers make raids frequently to find women to fill the harems from here to the far eastern shores, even though the mountains make it difficult. The price the slavers get for Circassians makes it worthwhile for them.

"I do not remember much. Slavers took me. Because I already had some musical skill, I was trained to be an almeh. The sultan's agha--the chief eunuch in charge of the harem, bought me and brought. There I received more training until I was thought fit to serve the sultan.

"It could be boring, but we were protected. No men were allowed. We served the sultan only. But there was intrigue as well. The Valide Sultan--the sultan's mother controlled nearly everything. First Wife was the second most powerful. They punished slights and gave gifts to favorites. First Wife was jealous of me because I had the Sultan's ear."

 

[Se7en_]

Barov was amazed at how sensitive her body was, her feet were rather ticklish and he loved hearing her soft musical giggles and very much enjoyed seeing her wide smile as she giggled from the tickling. However, he then stopped tickling her as she started talking, but continued stroking her calves.

He listened to Katirah intently as she explained "I am a Circassian, my lord. They say Circassian women are the most beautiful in the world. The slavers make raids frequently to find women to fill the harems from here to the far eastern shores, even though the mountains make it difficult. The price the slavers get for Circassians makes it worthwhile for them."

Nodding, Barov gently cupped her chin and looked at her beautiful features and perfect feminine body and he had to agree, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he nodded at her and started "Looking at your face, I'm inclined to agree that Circassian women are the most beautiful in the world." He said honestly as he smiled at her and his index finger went under her chin and his thumb lightly played with her plump lower lip and continued "I'm sorry you were enslaved from a young age Katirah, that must have been terrible, but also its my good fortune as I get to enjoy this beauty." He said and his attitude was very different from before, he was kind and very gentle with her. It was one of the trick he would constantly use on her to keep her on her toes, rough one minute and very gentle the next would keep her guessing and she would not know what to expect from him.

He continued to listen as she elaborated "It could be boring, but we were protected. No men were allowed. We served the sultan only. But there was intrigue as well. The Valide Sultan--the sultan's mother controlled nearly everything. First Wife was the second most powerful. They punished slights and gave gifts to favorites. First Wife was jealous of me because I had the Sultan's ear." He nodded at her "That is very interesting, I did not know much about how a Sultan's harem works, so I'm learning a lot, I appreciate you sharing with me Katirah" He genuinely thanked her as his hand moved from her chin to stroke her silky ebony hair and he wondered what kind of power the mother and first wife had "So you said the mother was the most powerful, what was her role in the harem, what about the first wife? How did they punish slights and give gifts? And what counts as a slight?" He was very confused, but also very curious about how it all worked.

His hands then moved to her shoulders and slipped the robe off of her shoulders baring her damn beautiful body for him once more and then his arm wrapped around her waist again to hold her on his lap, and his other hand slipped between her legs and started stroking and caressing the extremely soft and sensitive skin of her inner thighs reveling in how good it felt to touch her there and he wondered if she was enjoying his touches as he explored her face to gauge her reaction to how he was treating her. He then looked back into her eyes "Tell me more about the Sultan, how did you serve him?"

 

[haremfaery]

Lord Barov was being playful, gentle, and kind. Perhaps he was a different man in private. Or perhaps he thought to woo her rather than simply taking what he wanted.

"If the Valide or First Wife didn't like you, there were any number of punishments they would mete out. The Sultan had one of his concubines beaten because she annoyed First Wife. Many times we are whipped, although in such a way that the pain is great but the marks are few. The agha--the head eunuch, is a clever man and knows many ways to cause pain." She plucked at the fabric of her dress. "Once, a new slave was said to be a spy and an assassin. They laid her naked breasts in an open chest." Her voice caught. "They closed the chest sharply--her breasts were cut off."* Her breath hitched in sobs. Tears slid down her cheeks, but unlie most people when they cry, except for her red eyes, her face wasn't mottled nor did it screrw up into an ugly mask. She managed to look beautiful even in grief.

Katirah took some moments to collect herself after revealing the most horrible punishment she had seen in the harem. It was done to disuade any who might think to take the life of any in the royal family.

Lord Barov began gently stroking and caressing her perhaps to turn her thoughts to pleasure and not horror.

"Tell me more about the Sultan, how did you serve him?"

"I was his almeh--entertainer and almeh for the harem. I sang for him, danced, told him stories. I played Backgammon--his favorite game. The sultan had his wives and concubines, and slaves trained in many exotic ways to please a man should he want that, but on occasion, he have me brought to his bedchamber for more than my usual entertainments." She wanted to make it clear to her new master that she was not a sex slave as much as he seemed to think so.

 

[Se7en_]

Barov listened intently as Katirah told him about life in the harem, some of the punishments like whippings that are painful without leaving too many marks made sense, but then he cringed visibly at the story of the slave who was punished by having her breasts cut off. His eyebrows shot up and he looked at Katirah "Really? That's horrible? Did she even survive that?" He knew witnessing that must have been effective on each and every one who had witnessed it.

As Katirah started crying after telling that story, he held her close and was amazed at how beautiful she looked even while crying which was rather impressive. He then listened to her talk about how she served the Sultan, it made sense, serving him by singing, dancing and playing games, but occasionally sexually too. This must mean she was not very sexually experienced as that was not her main purpose.

Having heard enough for now, he decided it was time to explore her body more intimately, so he stood up scooping her body up in his arms, and he turned around and gently threw her on the bed.

With her lying on her back, he walked away towards the chest the king left him and unlocked it and retrieved several lengths of silk black rope and explained "This box was left by the king to be given to your new owner, it contains a lot of interesting things, one of which is a note by the king to your new owner as well as one by the queen. We will discuss those later". He then walked back to her, rope in hand. He climbed on top of her and straddled her hips. His hands then gathered her tiny wrists and pulled her arms high up above her head "I could use the rope I use to tie Anya usually, but the king left this rope for you, he clearly cared about you a lot to use this type of rope, its expensive and harder to use, but he knew silky skin like yours only deserves silk to touch it. Its the kind of treatment a delicate flower deserves." He explained as he wrapped the rope around her slender right wrist, loop after loop was coiled around it until it created a makeshift cuff, just tight enough to hold, but not so tight as to cut her circulation.

"Do you know why the king sent this rope for you to be tied with?" He asked, it was more a rhetorical question as he wanted to provide the answer himself. He said as the excess rope was coiled in the same way around her left wrist until her wrists were welded together. The rest of the rope was tied to the headboard and had little slack in it forcing her to keep her arms up. "Its because he knows you respond to kindness, even while being restrained, you need to be treated gently and be cared for since you are a delicate flower afterall."

He then reached down and stroked her hair gently and whispered in her ear "Now relax" he whispered, warm breath washing over her neck as he continued to play with the soft locks of pink hair "its time for me to explore and enjoy this beautiful body of yours the way it was meant to be enjoyed. If you continue to behave and be a good girl, we will have a conversation the most important thing the king had left you that you've never seen before, but you need to be a good girl for me."

Lord Barov grinned as he leaned back up and then walked towards her feet. He pulled more of the silk rope and wrapped it around her right ankle, once again creating a makeshift cuff to wrap around delicate ankle, the black rope contrasting nicely against creamy flesh. He then pulled her foot to the outer edge of the bed and tied the excess rope there. Alex then got up and walked to the other side of the bed and took hold of her left foot and pulled it to the edge of the bed spreading her legs wide and he similarly tied her ankle there.

His hands then examined the rope on her ankles and then the rope around her wrists making sure nothing was too tight or chafing against her perfect skin. When he was satisfied the rope was just tight enough, and that there was just enough slack that she can squirm a little bit, he walked back to her feet and wrapped one hand around her right foot and he started with a grin "Previously, you were able to hold back your giggles and not relax when we were talking, but now, you need to relax, and what better way than with laughter. I want to hear your soft giggles and see a bright smile on your angelic face" He said as his fingertip found her heel and slowly traveled up the silky skin to the highly sensitive arch and began tracing random shapes on the smooth skin of her arch. Soon, another finger joined in and his index and middle finger were dancing on her bare sole from heel to arch teasing and tickling her.

A few moments later, his attention moved up and his fingers then moved to tease her toes and he carefully and gently rubbed and manipulated the slender toes in his fingers and then proceeded to lightly scratch at the stems of her toes and at the sensitive skin between the toes intending to tickle her as much as he could and trying to find her most sensitive spots.

He was having a good time toying with her sensitive feet and spent a good five minutes tickling her, but then he turned his attention elsewhere and he stood up and sat next to her on the bed and once again reached up to stroke her hair as he explained "All right, that was the warm up to get you in the mindset of a pleasure slave, now onto the main course," he said as one hand cupped her sex and his palm started moving against her outer folds while his other hand took her breast and began to lightly knead and massage the tender fleshy orb "As much fun as playing with your hair and feet is, its time to get serious and see how much pleasure I can get from you." He grinned as he continued to warm her up.

His excitement for this had been building since he first laid eyes on her in the market hours earlier and now he can finally have some peace and quiet to sample her pleasure.

 

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Katirah was surprised at how gentle and kind Count Barov was with her. And he was easy to look at. Perhaps it would not be so bad serving him.

She puzzled over what the sultan would have left for her new master and what his letter might say. She had no doubt that the sultana say she was a worthless slave who should be treated harshly and punished daily.

The count put her on the bed and bound her hand and foot with the silk rope from the box.

"Do you know why the king sent this rope for you to be tied with?" He asked, it was more a rhetorical question as he wanted to provide the answer himself. "It's because he knows you respond to kindness, even while being restrained, you need to be treated gently and be cared for since you are a delicate flower after all."

If she had been permitted to speak freely, she would have told him that she did not think the sultan put the silk rope in the box. He had never tied her with them. But the sultana used them to tie her victims for punishment. The silk was less likely to leave marks. Now she was a little frightened about what else might be in the box.

He wanted her to relax and laugh. Tied as she was, that seemed a bit absurd to Katirah. He began to pickle her feet. Tied as she was and squirm as she might, she couldn't get away. She giggled and laughed until tears streamed down her face. "Please, master," She begged. "My lord, please stop. Stop, please! I can take no more."

He did stop, but apparently, the tickling was only to prepare her for sex. She should have known that was what was on his mind. Did he truly see her only as a sex slave? Why spend so much gold for her if all that was wanted was a woman to bed?

She let out a moan as her body changed gears from being tickled to being caressed. She rocked her pelvis to rub against her hand. It had been some time since any hand other than her own touched her in such an intimate way. It wasn't long before the scented oils from her bath mingled with the scent of her arousal.

"Oh, my lord," she moaned again.