Abducted and Submitted: the Great Sultan's White Concubine

[CourtesanBeryl]

OOC: This is a thread that will start with me and Ariosto as the Great Sultan. If you feel like joining the harem later on, please contact him!

IC: Rumors are rumors. And that one was really, really silly: do you really believe that some women who enter fitting rooms of Parisian cloth stores can be abducted and sold on white women trade?
Let me introduce myself: I am a student at the Sorbonne University in Paris and I specialize in Oriental Languages. I want to become a translator of Arabic books; there's quite an audience here with all the second and third generation of immigrants who can't read the classical Arabic literature.
With my hair pulled back, my grey sweater, skirt and flat shoes, I'm really no concubine material. And noone ever thinks to invite me to parties. Not that I would go though since I spend most of my time in libraries. I simply won't waste time drinking and chatting uselessly: another year and I'll have my master's degree.
That's where my silly older sister decided to get married. She asked me to get a summer dress, so I would not stand out. And she warned me about those clothes stores that lay across the century old department stores every tourist is bound to visit.
Do you think I listened to her? Of course not.

 

[ariosto]

OOC:...Haroun al'Kabar, Emir of Jed.

Haroun was brought up in Hollywood California by his Uncle Omar Sharif. The boy had been plucked from assasins hands when his entire family was lined up against the wall of the palace and shot.
He grew up on Movies, books and fantasies and created a Near Eastern world of his own that bore little resemblance to reality. His Uncle tried with frustrated determination to teach him bridge and was a bit more succesful in getting him some bit parts in movies.
Three years ago there was another revolution in the tiny Emirate of Jed and thirty years after the four year old was spirited away he returned to Arabia as the new and absolute ruler of
the oil rich kingdom of fifty thousand souls.
He has done his best to turn his patrimony into a modern reflection of the Arabian Nights...

Haroun is 37 years old. He's dark, black eyed and bearded. He's of medium height, slender build and possessed of a fertile imagination and an insatiable sex drive.
He writes bad poetry and watches a lot of movies when he's not in the act of fornicating. He attends to the affairs of the Emirate every other Wednesday morning whether he needs to or not.

There is a Grand Vizier of course, an Oxford educated chap named Harold Pasha.
There is an extensive Seraglio too. Curently numbering thirty seven, He has promised himself a new Concubine for every year of his life.

Today is his birthday.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Liliane Lhermitte

It's mid-afternoon and I'm studying the poetry of Omar Khayam; I enjoy the silence of my tiny student room set under the roof of an old decrepit Parisian building. I left my parents a few years ago to study in the "City of Lights". My family lives in the middle of the countryside, a couple of hours drive away. The end of the world, so-to-speak.

My cell phone rings, making me almost jump from my bed.
"Allo Liliane?"
My face turns to white. It's my mom!
"Yes, mom… How are you?"
"Liliane, I've just talked to your sister. You know her wedding is in two days and I promised her that…." My mom talks, and talks, and talks…
"Yes mom… I was going to buy it this afternoon…"
White lie: I wasn't, but come to think of it, I won’t have time to go shopping tomorrow… If I don’t show up in a fancy dress, my family will kill me!
"Yes, mom…. I'll take the train tomorrow afternoon and I'll be with you around diner time."

I left my tiny room shortly afterwards, with my cell phone and my Omar Khayam's poetry book to read it in the metro. I headed for the department stores area, close to the Opera House. When I finally got there, I couldn't believe the crowds and then I remembered it the Sales season. I entered "Les Galeries Lafayette" and spend an hour in there. I also went to a few other department stores on the same sidewalk. They all had nice clothes and even though I only looked at the merchandise on sale, the price tag was still twice the amount my parents were willing to contribute.
It's the end of the afternoon already, I have to hurry if I want to find something before everything closes. I leave the department store area for the back streets where they're many shops with clothes in my price range. How I hate doing this! And I wish my feet weren't sore from so much walking.

Ah, here's a nice shop: "Les Folies d'Amélie", with really nice dresses in the window; I should have come around here earlier! I enter the shop and see the owner giving a receipt to an older lady about to leave with a large bag.
"Au revoir Madame!" The older lady leaves and the dark skinned man turns towards me. He greets me with a wide grin: "Bonsoir mademoiselle! Have you seen something that you like?"
"Well, I'd like to try this dress…" I'm pointing at a flowery round neck dress with a narrow waist.
"Certainly…" He almost undresses me with his dark eyes: "You're a size 38, aren't you? Here's one for you to try in the fitting room."
I take my clothes off and put the dress on. I don't even have to take a look at the large mirror that covers one side of the cabin: it's too small. I knew it!
"Sir?!" He doesn't answer but I can hear some commotion within the shop. He must be with another client. My head comes out of the curtain that closes the cabin. Where is he? "Sir?!"
"I'm here little lady. Here's another dress for you, size 40"

How did he know this? I'm taking the dress off it cloth hanger, and holding it above my head I begin to slide in it, first my arms, then my head, then… Suddenly, while my head is covered by the dress' cloth, I hear the curtain being pushed aside. One strong arm comes around my waist and another one holds my arms upwards. I'm struggling but the person holding me still is a lot stronger than I am. The intoxicating smell of chloroform invades the fitting room right before wet cotton is pressed against my nostrils. I'm screaming: "Help!" but a hand shuts up my mouth. It's useless… I'm drifting into complete unconsciousness, unaware that my life is about to change completely.

 

[ariosto]

OOC:...lest you think Liliane is on the large size, let me explain that CB (being French) is using size 40 European measure.
N'est pas, Beryl?



IC: Haroun looked idly down at the girl trying so very hard to get him up.
After a feverishly sensusous strip tease she had used her hands, breasts, mouth and tongue in an effort to make the Emir rise but the results had been disapointing.
He dismissed the weeping girl away.
It had been the same with Roxanne that very morning.

The fact was Haroun was bored. His vow to take one new concubine on every birthday, sworn on the Koran, had come back to bite him. It had been 364 days since his last birthday and during that time he'd only been able to enjoy the favors of his 37 Houris. There was of course the trip to Vegas and the party at Hefner's mansion in LA but that didn't count.
The Emir of Jed wanted a different kind of toy.

That's when Harold Pasha had stepped in and suggested the use
of several agents in Marseilles who were willing to supply innocent young women to depraved Eastern potentates for a price.

He looked out the window at the huge, empty "Haroun al'Kabar
International Airport"...he had to do something with all that money...and checked the time.
One hour till dusk and the arrival by chartered plane of his newest acquisition.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Liliane on the Plane

OOC: Yes, Ariosto, you're right! I used the European measurement on purpose (although the same size has a larger or a smaller fit from one country to another). To my opinion, a little touch of authenticity reinforces the overall efficiency of erotic writing. Of course, Liliane Lhermitte wears the equivalent to the US "10" size.


IC: I have very little memories of what happened to me after I was chloroformed in that small Parisian shop's fitting room. I would wake up from time to time and it would be noticed immediately: before I could come back to my senses, someone would inject me with some drug to keep me unconscious.

My kidnappers finally allow me to wake up from that artificial deep slumber. My ears are painful and my throat is dry; from the low mechanical humming sound, I know I'm in an airplane. .I understand now why my eardrums are painful and why I can't hear properly. If I sit up, then I can… Darn! As my senses are slowly returning to me, I'm finding out that my hands and feet are firmly tied up to the feet of the couch or whatever it is that I have been sleeping on . I turn my head in my desperate attempts to swallow so my eardrums can be freed from the air pressure. I'm also trying to swallow some saliva but my mouth is dry too. I'm covered with a thin blanket so I guess that's why I didn't get cold from the intense air conditioning.

"Mansur! The girl is waking up!"
It's a male voice and it speaks a form of Arabic that I'm a little unfamiliar with.
I open my eyes and see an older man looking at me with an expressionless face. He lifts up my head and gives me some water to give. I'm grateful but I don't dare to say anything: I don't want these people to know that I can understand them. The sooner I escape from these highwaymen, the better.

Another man shows up and sits next to me. He's also an Arab and wears a kaffiyeh, the traditional square piece of white linen that men wear in the Middle East. If it weren't enough, he also has large sunglasses on; probably to keep me from describing his looks to the police. I'm boiling inside: I swear I'll have these crooks pay for what they did to me. I want to go home!
The man has a smooth voice.

"Mademoiselle Eliane…" Ah, the guy can speak French. How about that?
"I'm sorry if you experienced some lack of comfort at the way my henchmen… lead you to join us on this airplane."
I feel like yelling: "Snake!!!" to him. My only reaction is to look at him with anger.
"We don't have to give you any information. But I want you to cooperate for your own sake. Are you ready to listen to me?"
I nod. Did he say "your own sake"? As soon as I'm untied, I'll get my revenge!
"We are far away from France now and you can forget about seeing it ever again…"
"That's what you think! My family will have the police look for me and…"
He smiles. "Do you know how many people per day disappear in your country? You will be one more file in someone's drawer…."
"What do you want of me?"
"It's quite simple, my dear. We will land in my country in a few hours from now. There, you and the other girls on this plane will be introduced to a very important man. If he likes you, I'll sell you to him and you'll have a very good life in his harem! I understand you enjoy reading? If you are lucky to be the chosen one, you'll be allowed to use his private library. But if he doesn't choose you, you'll be sold on a slave market. Understood?"
"Hooker or concubine! Great!!!! I know where I'll end up: I'm no concubine material!"
"Oh yes, you are. You're still a virgin, which is a pre-requisite to enter the harem. And with that nice body of yours, and those brains, you'll know how to entertain him."
"I'll run away!"
"Our country has kept its traditions: all of our women are submissive and they wear their chador with great pride. As for sex slave, or concubine, no one has ever run away. Those who tried have been stoned to death."
"Very well. I… I'll try my best."
"That's better. I'll have Aïcha prepare you as soon as she's available. We'll feed you afterwards."

I watched him turn around and leave.
I should have listened to rumors: there's never a smoke without a fire as the French saying goes. Let's not dwell on this mess: it's too late for regrets. Luckily, I understand the Arabic language and unlike other abductees, I should be able to run away.

 

[ariosto]

Haroun was waiting with two guards and Harold Pasha in the large empty hanger as the LearJet taxied in.
Mansur came out grinning broadly and held up three fingers.

"Very good" yelled the Vizier in Arabic. "Are they pretty?"

"Like Playboy bunnies!" the procuror laughed.
Then the three frightened girls were hustled down the stairs and onto the concrete floor.

Haroun approached them.
One girl with long auburn hair looked at him boldly with hard grey eyes. She was taller than the rest. Her shirt was white with several buttons missing and he could see the promising curve of her jutting breasts. Her legs were long and sheathed in tight black slacks. She stood on three inch heels and was as tall as the Emir.
"Andrea Gillot," Mansur said, pushing her forward. She's a dancer.
She met Haroun's eyes and her full lips curled into a knowing smile.

He said nothing and moved on.
The next girl was tiny, barely five feet tall but as exquisite as a porcelain doll. Inspite of the tears running down her face he saw her great beauty. Her hair a lustrous black, her body perfectly proportioned,
'"Yvette Than", she's Vietnamese. We nabbed her right from her Fathers restaurant."
The Arab laughed and the girl fell on her knees pleading to be sent home.
Haroun touched her head gently and moved on.

The last girl was quiet. She showed no emotion. Her blonde hair was pulled back, her clothes subdued. She was of medium height and at first seemed the plainest of the three. Haroun raised her chin and studied her face. No make up...full lips...smooth tight skin...eyes...eyes a deep almost violet blue. They held him like rivets.
"Her name is Liliane, she wont say what else. A student and she speaks some Arabic...nice tits huh?"

The Emir looked down. Yes very nice. In fact the girl, he felt, under those dreary clothes would have a voluptuous body.
He asked her name in Arabic, but she shook her head.

Haroun walked away and muttered some instructions to Harold Pasha and left the hanger.

"Well...?" Mansur was waiting, anxious to be gone.
"Which one?"

"The Emir says all three."

"All three!"

"Yes, he's mortgaging himself till his 41st birthday. How much for the lot?"

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Arrival at the Emirate of Jed

Oh the outrage! I cannot believe this is happening to me. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine I would ever be treated like the cheapest bimbo there is. I swear I'll take the first opportunity to get away from these… Aaaaargh! Control yourself, Liliane.

The Emir looked at me intensely as if he wished he could undress me on the spot. He asked me in a clear literary Arabic what my name was. Better pretend I don't understand one word: I shook my head with an expressionless face.
Soon afterward, the three of us girls were wrapped from head to toe in huge black veils (called chadors); the Vietnamese girl was crying silently. We left the hangar looking like the average Muslim woman, except that we were escorted outside the hangar by six armed guards and to a black limousine. We sat between guards and as if it weren't enough, they pushed guns in our sides to discourage us from jumping out of the car. It would have been a silly idea anyway: besides shacks, tents and desert, there was no place to run to.

We finally arrived to what seemed a fortress with an oasis inside of it. Set aside the main entrance, a sentry box housed two soldiers armed with submachine guns. They came to the limousine and peeked inside the car from the driver's window.
"The three new concubines?" asked the guard.
"Yes indeed. That's nothing for you and me!" answered the driver.
"I wouldn't want them anyway. They're too skinny! Take them to the harem's back entrance. "

My heart sinks as we enter the fortress: there are armed sentries everywhere. Even if I can escape these sentries, the fortress and its airport are in the middle of the desert. There is no way I can ever escape from this golden cage! The gun pressed onto my side reminds me that I am not here as a guest but as a prisoner and that I'd better behave accordingly. This is a new situation to me: I have never been forced into doing something I didn't want. All of a sudden, because I was stupid enough to ignore rumors, my freedom has been taken away from me. Tears swell in my eyes as I think of my family who will soon experience an emotional agony because of all this.

After a few turns, the car stops in the shadow of palm trees. We are ordered to step outside the car and are lead into a white washed house decorated with brightly colored earthenware tiles. Sentries are here too, armed to the teeth The guards sitting next to me push me outside the car and I follow them inside the building. I can't keep myself from giving a quick look at out surroundings. It is the classic and elegant arrangement of fine and white columns that support small or wider arches. On the walls, geometric patterns are repeated endlessly on earthenware tiles, while Arabic scriptures (verses of the Koran, of course) are traced gold on black and are framed on each wall. I am impressed by the quality of the workmanship, it almost reminds me of the Alhambra gardens in Spain.
We enter a large patio and come upon a small group of women: an older one, rather heavy, who's been talking to a few young women, sitting on the floor. The old woman smiles slightly as we, the three girls, are pushed to stand together in front of her. She gestures at the guards to have them leave us and gestures that we should take our veils off. She gestures again and again until we are standing naked in front of her. Completely naked. The Vietnamese girl looks like a doll and she trying to hide her minuscule features with her hands. As for me, since I grew up with a sister and many female cousins, I don't care if these women see me naked.
"In name of the Emir, welcome to the Harem!" Her Arabic accent is heavy but we can understand her nonetheless; she snaps her fingers at the girls sitting at her feet: they rush to stand close to us.
"The Emir's birthday will be celebrated tomorrow. The Emir has ordered the three of you to be prepared right away; you will be bathed, shaved and rouged by these servants. Tonight, the Emir will see you and will decide in which order you will be allowed to his bed. None of you is familiar with our customs, let me warn you to always lower your eyes in front of him unless he asks you to look at him, and most of all to be very obedient to him or to whomever he wants you to obey to. Girls, if you do well, you shall be treated very nicely. If not, we have effective methods to teach you to become a perfect concubine. Now hurry up, the sun will soon be down."

So I am to be prepared to be the picture perfect concubine? Fine, I can go for a good bath. But… Never! I will never do this, bent backwards to obey his every wish and desire.

 

[ariosto]

"Strip them off now!"

Liliane far from looking downcast, stared at him defiantly.
The other two had obeyed him quickly enough. The Oriental in terror, The Dancer because she was used to it.
They both stood against the wall. Yvette covering her eyes and Andrea watching the scene with unabashed interest.

Harold Pasha stepped up to the girl.
"You must do what his highness orders. You have no choice."

Liliane slammed her foot down hard on the Vizier's.
Color drained from his face but he gave no other outward sign of his rage. He smiled evily and gestured for the two bodyguards to step forward. Khaseem and Ali were giants. They were short on intellect but possessed of immense strength and great loyalty.

"Hold her."
They each grabbed an arm as Harold backed away, deferring to Haroun.

The Emir stepped forward.
"Your last chance. Will you remove them or must I?"

Liliane stared straight at him but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of struggling.

She had already lost her veil and her hair had fallen free. Her face was flushed and she looked quite beautiful.

Without another word he walked up to her and began tearing the thin material of her dress.
Beginning at the neckline he tore it in his strong fingers, down between her breasts, over her belly and navel, down over her sex and her legs and finally to the hem.
He stood and faced her, opening the torn cloth, sliding it to either side of her young pointed breasts.
He took her right nipple in his fingers and looking her in the eye began to squeeze it.
harder and harder...he was smiling.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Crime and Punishment

It was too much. This man whom I have never even met is using his people to hold me still, then he rips those stupid clothes apart and pinches my nipple to punish me… And while he' s pinching my nipple and takes the other one to pinch it too, I feel anger taking over. I don't care what happens, I… I gather my saliva and... spit in his face. He looks stunned for a moment, raises his right hand and slaps my face forcefully. My head is spinning from it and I hear him order the two brutish louts in Arabic:
"Take her to the dungeon and chain her to the wall. You can all have fun with her but if anyone of you dares to deflower her… I'll have you eat your own balls and cock. Understood?"
The men grumbled. The Emir turned to me and spoke in French:
"As for you, Mademoiselle Liliane, my men will see to it that you're in a better disposition next time we meet.

I am in the dungeon now: it's like a cubical made of concrete and almost reminds me of a storage facility if it wasn't for a small window in the door. The Emir's men stripped me completely and chained me to a wall by my ankles and wrists. The chains are long enough to allow me to lie down on a small mat and they can be pulled back by a lever that is out of my reach. I was so hopeful to escape this place and I got myself in a more impossible situation.

The door opens: to my surprise, it's the Emir's intendant.
"Harold Pacha!"
"Yes my dear. The birthday festivities will soon begin and… I felt sorry for you. Get on all fours!"
"No way!"
He shakes his head.
"Fine." He shouts: "Samir! Ahmed!"
Two large men, sweaty and smelly, come rushing in. Harold Pacha orders them in Arabic:
"Hold her still. This bitch needs to get it up her ass. Now!"
I'm horrified, my face turns to white. Harold Pacha grins and comments in Arabic:
"I knew it! You understand everything we say. Guys! Do as I told you."

They pull me brutally away from the wall and force me to get down on my hands and knees. I feel fingers caressing my exposed labia and rubbing my clit'. I'm so mortified that tears are swelling in my eyes.
"You have a nice pussy, my dear, I wish I could force it open…. But that asshole of yours looks good too… And since you're into this…"
Suddenly, I hear him spit and the thick liquid is on my asshole. He spreads it with one finger, then pluges his finger inside of me. It's a bit painful:
"Awwwww….."
"You think this is painful? How about THAT?"
He pushes something that's a lot thicker.
"Aaaaaah!"
"Yes my dear… You can scream all you want, noone will hear you. Guys! Hold her still, I'm going to show her how we treat bad girls in our country"
Wham! Wham! Wham! This man is hammering his cock into me… I'm screaming indeed but it doesn't stop him…. What else can I do? I've lost the battle. I give up. My body relaxes so he doubles his efforts and moans loud, obviously enjoying himself.

"Guys, she is…. She is….. Aaaaooooooooaaaaahhhhh!"
Harold Pacha is unloading his cum in my bowels. He sighs.
"Phew! Guys, she is yours. I have to watch over the banquet. Stuff her up all you want and don't forget she belongs to the Emir."

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

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OOC: The server was so slow that I hit "Post reply" A second time. Sorry!

 

[ariosto]

"Enough."
A voice thunders on the intercom. Samir and Ahmed stop instantly and drop their heads.
"Give the girl to Fatima. Tell her to wash her and clean all of Harold Pasha's filth from her. Then send her to me in the rose garden. She is to be naked with her hands bound...Do you understand?"

The sun has set and the the sky is vivid in the brief afterglow. Already bright stars can be seen in the clear desert air and the breeze is cool. Refreshing after the furnace heat of the day.
So cool in fact that Liliane's nipples have stiffened and she shivers in the wind.
He stands up from the stone bench and looks at her. They had brought her to him and left her naked and exposed. Her wrists are bound tightly behind her.

"My Vizier overstepped himself. He'll pay for it."
Haroun walked all around her as he talked.

"Life here would not be a bad thing. You would live in a palace, have servents, never have to work."
He stopped in front of her. She saw for the first time that his eyes were grey and his skin fair for an Arab.

He reached out and stroked her breasts. Her nipples already stiff from the cold responded immediately. He smiled and leaned down kissing each one, sucking them into his mouth.

"You must of course obey me in all things." He said taking a step back.
"Get down on your knees."

She stared at him, her nipples were still tingling from his lips.

"Get down on your knees."

She didn't.

Four women suddenly appeared. All were as naked as she was. She new two of them. It was Yvette and
Andrea. They would not meet her eyes and stood in the background watching as the Arab women took Liliane over to a tile topped table and forced her head and shoulders down on it. She tried to resist but they were amazingly strong and held her tight.
She sensed but couldn't see the Emir behind her.

"They say you are a Virgin. I hold no great stock in such things but had you been more docile I would have made our first meeting a gentler one.'

He turned to the other new arrivals.
"This one is stubborn. Watch how she is dealt with. You...", he said pointing at Andrea
"Come here and suck me till I'm hard."

His cock was already out and partially erect.
"When I'm stiff and full I will take my pleasure with our little Virgin here and fuck her till she begs for more."

The tall stripper was already on her knees before him.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

A no win situation

My tears are rolling as I'm being held firmly on a tile topped table. My ass is in the air and I'm still hurting from this afternoon's assault. Why is this all happening to me? What have I done? Why did they have to kidnap me? Why me? Why me…
In my back I hear the emir starting to sigh: "Ummmmmmm…. Good…."
Andrea is working on his cock and I'm glad I don't have to watch the action. If I weren't held down by these two strong women, I'd be able to close my hands on my ears. I hate this man… I hate him…
I will not take this for years. No way…

"Enough". It's the emir's voice… Oh, Heavens help me!
My buttocks are parted by two large hands and I can feel his eyes feasting on my asshole.
"You're a little bit red… Pacha had a great time with you, didn't he?" He sighes.
He releases my buttocks. Is he going to leave me alone? No… he's not… His fingers are now playing with my labia parting them.
"I wish we could have done it nicely but…" I feel the soft and warm tip of his cock against the opening of my pussy. He pushes it slightly in… My heart begins to beat faster…
"You leave me no choice, my dear."
"Aaaaaaahhh!" I'm screaming at the top of my lungs: he has pushed his cock with one thrust deep inside of me… And it' so painful… The Emir doesn't move: his wide and hard cock is filling the inside of my cunt.
"Tight and dry… You should be thankful to Andrea for coating my cock with her saliva. It would have been a lot more painful on you my dear."
He gives a hard tap on my buttock.
"You belong to me… and to my cock. Behave and you'll be treated nicely… Be a pain to everyone around you and this is what you'll get punished… like this, for instance…"

His hands go on my hips and hold them tight. He pulls his hard cock backward and hammers it full force inside my cunt. Back and forth… Back and forth… I hear him panting with each thrust now: "Huh… Huh… Huh… Huh… Oh… Oh.. Uh…" and it reminds me of my parents' German shepherd mating with a stranded female.
It feels so strange, this hard flesh rubbing the inside walls of my pussy.. Suddenly, like a long lost memory, I feel this strange pleasure overtaking me, just like when I was a young teenager who enjoyed rubbing her pussy against the leather saddle of her bicycle… His cock is not so painful anymore… Maybe because of the blood I lost when he deflowered me…
He stops suddenly: "Liliane… Listen to me…" I close my eyes.
He leans over and whispers in my ear: "Many women in my harem would kill to have me fuck them instead of you… "
I nodded… His hand played with my hair "You like it, don't you?"
I nodded. He resumed his thrusts, slowly this time. He pulls himself away from me.
"I won't cum in you, you don't deserve it. And I have a party to attend to. Andrea! Yvette! You two follow me. Goodnight Liliane."

Me and my stupid pride! It has taken me nowhere. I have to find a better plan. And quickly….

 

[ariosto]

Her bed camber is sumptuous but completely secure. The door locked and guarded, the arched windows barred. Through them she sees the crescent moon and behind it the stars. She is still sore from the violations and drifts in and out of sleep.
A man is standing beside her. He wears the flowing robes of an old Arab chieftan he seem to glow in the midnight dark.

He reaches down and pulls away the silken sheets. She sleeps nude as instructed too and the cool air on her breasts stiffens her nipples. She reaches to draw the cover back, hide herself but she can't move.

She can't move!

Her arms are like lead, her legs weigh tons. She can feel everything but she can't move!
The man smiles and kneels down, she watches his hands move over her breasts. He lets them lie there and then begins to slowly massage them. His palms are hot against her nipples. They rise up pushing against his skin. He squeezes her, forcing the tip up higher then he takes it in his mouth and sucks it. His tongue plays with it, then draws it slowly out between his teeth.
OH God! but that feels good.

She watches in helpless fascination as he moves to the other breast and slowly repeats his actions.
Over and Over and over until her nipples are burning, aching, sweetly aching.
His fingers trail down her body, taking there time. He touches the ribs beneath her skin, presses his hand against her navel, moves it down to the smooth shaved velvet skin of her mons.
She wants to do something! Cry out!, Twist away!,
Open herself for him. She cannot, she can only watch and feel...

He gently spreads her legs. He looks at her sex for a long moment. He smiles and nods as though in approval then touches her pink hood with his fingers. He squeezes it and spreads the skin around it. He leans down and licks her, his tongue tempts the pearl from it's secret place and then presses it, rubs it. He sucks it gently between his lips.
MY GOD!..IS this happening! Tingling spasms roll from his lips she wants to push herself up against him, pull his face down into her! But she can't!
She can't!

Now fingers are spreading her folds, her labia, she feels a gentle invasion, a single finger, moving slowly inside her while her clit is being teased and ravaged by the Arabs mouth and tongue. Another finger joins the first, they twist and curl and probe inside her. She squeezes down against them, trying to absorb them into herself.

The mans eyes meet hers, he looks right at her as his fingers and mouth drive her mad!

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

So powerful...

I can't move and I don't want to move anymore...
I am drifting on and off from sleep and there's this man with me. He is calling me... making my soul and my body craving to belong to him...
He is there and his desire flows over my body and soul... and yet, when I try to perceive more about him, or to feel the reality of the room around me, he vasnishes...

He is faceless, weightless... but his desire is strong.. I can't feel him touching me, and yet he wants me and he can have its way with me, no matter if I agree or not...
At the same time, he is so... passive, so silent, so.. vaporous that it makes him seem gentle. I could chase him away if I decided to wake up... I don't want to... he is so gentle, so unlike any of these brutes who approached me since I got here... .
Oooh... don't leave me! Stay with with me!
And indeed he's there, even though I can feel clearly he knows he shouldn't be doing this... taking advantage of me in my sleep...

My crotch is warm, so warm... I'm pushing the cover away so he can watch me... and I drift back into a half slumber...
Oh yes... Look at my body calling for your touch... Look at my nipples stiffening for you... Ooooh, he's there, close... so close... I feel him watching me, floating above and around me, longing to enjoy my pussy...

I can only feel his lust now... and then I feel the smooth head of his gigantic cock between my naked thighs... It is too huge to enter my pussy... and yet it feels so good...
My body answers to this intrusion... I'm like a soft sand dune bathed by warm waves of pleasure that rush to my head...

My crotch feels like a jelly fish swimming away, a circle of energy pulsing powerfully... The circle has become hard, it tightens and loosens quickly... Ummmmmm.... So good... An orgasm... Yes... That's what they all talk about...
And... Ummmmmm... a second one, smaller..... My pussy is throbbing...

I don't want to wake up fully! Where is he, my wonderful luscious dream of a man...
I'm drifting into sleep again.. And I see him! A dark man, who seems unsure and certainly guilty of abusing me in my sleep. There's a strong feeling coming from him, as he knows he has been transgressing what is allowed.
I am so grateful though... Such a wonderful moment of pure and soft extasy... I look at him in the eyes and tell him, finally aware that I'm dreaming: "Thank you...."
He smiles and walks silmently away from me to enter... an elevator.

He's gone. I don't want to open my eyes to establish a contact with reality...
I send my hand down to my slit: it is bathed in its own juices.
Yes, definitely not a dream. A Succubus. A powerful one. Ah, if sex could always be that sweet!

 

[ariosto]

"Did you sleep well?"
The Emir seemed to be smiling at something.

"Yes."
Liliane's face gave away nothing.

"They say you were dreaming."
"Who says!?..." She caught herself.

Haroun walked over to her and began to unlace the bodice of her loose garment.
His fingers were long and gentle. Like the man in the dream.
"They say it must have been a delightful dream."

He opened her blouse to reveal a lace topped western styled brassiere. He ran his hands over the lush curving flesh forced up by it.
"It seemed as though you were making love to someone....they say"

Who was they!?

He cupped his hand under her breast and raised it to his mouth, caressing the soft skin with his lips.
"You seemed to be enjoying it very much."

His fingers unsnapped the clasp that held the bra together and it fell away to reveal the full ripe mounds capped by coral colored buds which he immediately began to kiss and lick into a state of excitement.
She wanted for a moment to raise her hands and press his face into her flesh but they were bound behind her.

She stood between Andrea and the little Oriental girl, both fully clothed, while the Emir ravaged her breasts with his hands and mouth.
He stood up and kissed her on the lips, his tongue barely brushing them.

"Did you have an orgasm Liliane?"
Andrea snickered and Haroun slapped her hard across the face.

"Do not interrupt me!"
Her eyes spit fire at him.
He slapped her again, she raised her hands but they were instantly pinned behind her by a huge fat, sweaty bodyguard.

The Emir tore open her her garment and in a few seconds she was stripped completely. The fight had gone out of her and it was obvious that Andrea feared what would come next.

Hers was the lush body of a woman who displayed herself for the eyes of men. Everyone in the room was looking at the former stripper and Liliane was a bit disapointed that the Emir's attention had been diverted. Her nipples still ached from his touch.

He nodded to the guard who grinned lecherously and hurled the tall blonde to the tiled floor. Andrea was tall and strong but a 130 pound woman could not defend herself very well with a sex crazed 300 pound Arab intent on raping her.

The Emir ordered sherbert and ice water. A divan was pulled up and with Liliane on one side of him and the Vietnamese girl on the other, he settled back to watch the show.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

I am lying in my cell, staring at the ceiling and trying to understand what is happening to me.
This Emir has taken my freedom away and I am slowly getting used to the idea. From what happened last night, it's now clear to me that I have lost more than my freedom of moving around as I please. He has proven to me that he can use my body as he chooses and that there is nothing I can do against it. I tried to show him my anger for what he did to me and it got me in a worse situation. Just to think that he was forced his cock inside my pussy and claimed my virginity… in front of everyone! And what's worse, his intendant had his way with me too…

Tears are swelling in my eyes… This is so awful... Is this how my life is going to be from now on? If I want to survive this, I have to go along with what the Emir wants from me. But I'll get my revenge, oh yes…
But now, I must accept whatever is being done to me…

I was looking at the gray ceiling to try to calm myself down as the door opened and a veiled woman stepped in, with a small tray of food and some extravagant clothes to wear. Life goes on, I guess, and I must try to make the best out of this situation.
The guards came later on in my prison cell and use handcuffs to tie my hands together in my back. Then one grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me brutally in the corridor. There was no way I could escape.. Walking though the palace, I cannot believe how beautiful it is; I feel like in a movie set for the 1001 Nights tales. We arrived in large room overlooking an inner patio and the Emir smiled at me as I arrived, wearing that ridiculous set of a see through shirt, a tight brassiere and large see through pantaloons. He questioned me about last night and I was so surprised by his questions that I couldn't speak. The must be spy cameras all over the place!
But the memory of the succubus is so strong that I gave in to the Emir's touch, to his smooth hands running over my skin. As he locked his mouth over my nipples, his teeth pulled on them so hard that they became quickly painful. My eyes swelled with tears and I clenched my jaws, trying to keep a growing moan in my throat. The Emi pulled his head away and I opened my eyes, only to see anger and jaleousy burning in Andrea's eyes … The Emir saw it too and roared in anger at her. I was terrified as he ordered one of the huge guards to take her in front of us. I felt immediately sorry for the poor woman, and if I had been free, I would have run to her rescue.

Andrea is on her knees now, her cheek still red with the slap given by Haroun. She is so lovely even though she is looking down and tears are rolling down her face.
The Emir pulls me closer to him and his hand reaches for my nipple; his long dark fingers pull on it, absent-mindedly. He does it so gently that I am getting aroused. I feel warm under his touch, and my pussy tightens gently. I arch my back, pushing my naked breast forward onto his hand. The Emir senses it and looks at me with a beautiful smile, so gently that I look into his eyes, searching for… He whispers:
"Look, my dear, look at them…" and turns his head away to watch the scene under our eyes.

One guard is standing behind Andrea and holding her firmly while she is sucking on the other's cock in front of her. It is a thick, dark, almost purple cock whose head seems too big for her mouth. After a few more pushes, the guard puts his hands on her head to hold it still and pushes his cock all the way inside her mouth. She wiggles as if suffocating from the enormous staff entering her throat. I feel so sad for her! If only I could save her from this misery… and I have to watch it all. The guard is now thrusting his cock full force into her as if it were a pussy. She is screaming now under his brutal treatment, but his cock is so deep inside her that it muffles the sound. It is so awful, I hope they will nevr force me into doing the same thing… Finally, and I'm happy for my poor Andrea, the guard reaches extasy and shouts at the top of his lungs: "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! " He gives one more push, shakes his head and sighes. His body is glimmering with sweat and Andrea is now looking down at the floor again. The guard turns to face the Emir, grinning, his cock hard erected in front of him.

The emir nods and says with obvious satisfaction: "That was good, very good… Take that slut over here."
The guard who was still standing behind Andrea helps her to her feet and pushes her until she faces the Emir. He looks up at her:
"My dear Andrea, did you like it?"
She looks down and says "yes" silently with her head.
He sends his hand to her pussy and as he pulls his finger back, I am completely astonished: they are covered with moisture.
"That's good Andrea, you are telling the truth. I hate lies."
He snaps his fingers at a guard and gestures to have him come to me; he immediately opens the handcuffs.
"Andrea, turn around and bend over in front of Liliane. And you, Liliane, you get on your knees and you lick that pussy clean. Understood?"

I obey him and feel myself blushing to the roots of my hair. I lower my head slowly, knowing I'll burn in Hell for this! My tongue darts out and I can taste her juices, her luscious juices… Oooooh, it tastes so good.. I lick at her labia, her erected little clitoris… I am so excited by it all that I send a finger inside her slit to gather more juice…

 

[ariosto]

"No NO! I want your mouth on her!...Grab her hips.
Pull her onto your face!...That's it...That's it."

Liliane is on her hands and knees behind Andrea. Her face is right between the blonde woman's ass, her tongue is deep inside her pussy.
Andrea's muscles tighten and she throws her head back and moans.
The two guards sitting on the ground just a few feet away are watching the show with delight. They have taken out their cocks and are masturbating each other furiously.

The Vietnamese girl has been standing quietly through all this looking at the ground as much as possible. Suddenly the Emir stands and and walks over to her.
He reaches out and tears her clothes, every stitch of her clothes, from her body. She makes a pitiful attempt to hide her diminuitive body from him but Haroun laughs and grabs her wrists, jerking them above her head. His mouth covers hers and then kisses her throat and breasts brutally. He bites her nipples so hard she cries out!

"Down!...down on your back. Do it now...or I give you to them." He gestures at the grinning salivating guards who are performing fellatio on each other.
Yvette crumples to the ground beside Andrea and Liliane who are still on hands and knees.
THe Emir quickly strips off his garments and spreads the Oriental girl's legs wide apart.
His cock is huge, much too big for a tiny creature like Yvette.

"Open yourself Little Slut." He commands.
She begins to cry hystericaly.

"Damnit. Must I do everything!"
His hand reaches down and pushes the folds of her
small pussy open. Then his fingers slide between the delicate labia, twisting cruely.
She cries out again and again as Haroun enters her
tiny canal with his fingers and then his enormous cock, ramming himself in deeper each time.

 

[Nemo200]

this sounds intresting can i join i can play Andrea Gillot the dancer

 

[ariosto]

OOC...No new players at the moment Nemo. Thanks anyway. I'll be in touch when CB and I decide to open the thread.

 

[ariosto]

((((bump))))
Hmmmmm...are you there CB?

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

The Deflowering of Yvette

I never went down on a woman and what's more, I don't even know what women do when they have sex together! Touching her pussy with my tongue was so… awkward! But it was not enough for Haroun, he ordered me to bury my face into her pussy. It was almost scary at first, but I concentrated on what was expected of me and sucked on the warm and moist opening, the tender labia, the clit standing on top of it all like a minuscule penis. She must have enjoyed my poor attempts since she began to squeeze my head with her thighs and moaned. I felt her juices pour out from her cunt onto my tongue and the taste was different from mine.

Right then, the emir lost control… He orders the Vietnamese to lay down on the marble floor next to us. He looks briefly at her exposed pussy and throws himself on top of her. Ah! Poor Yvette! She is screaming at the top of her lungs and he is pushing, and pushing his cock onto her opening and yet he can't get it further inside of her. This man has it all; he takes women as he pleases!
"Yvette, you little slut! You owe me that tight cunt of yours, you hear me? Or do you prefer to have one of the guards as your first man?"
She nodds and grabbs his arms, signaling that she is ready for him. He sneds his fingers and titillates her clitoris. Her legs open slightly: he immediately gives a violent push and his hard, enormous cock finally gets past her tight opening. He grins and rams himself inside her: the poor girl is violently pushed forward with each of his thrusts. There's a fine dribble of blood now running down onto the marble floor.
All the while, poor Yvette is looking at the ceiling, clenching her jaws tight and grimacing under the attack. The emir is moaning now: "Uuuuuh, Aaaaah!" and Yvette relaxes, finally accepting what he's doing to her. And all of a sudden they become beautiful to watch. They remind me of those old paintings, where the god Pan is raping a helpless nymph.
He continues ramming himself inside her until he stiffens and moans even louder: he's cumming, I know! She turns her head to the side and looks at us with tears in her eyes. I feel so sorry for her... and so much in awe too. Her attitude is one of a perfect sex slave: so obedient, so graceful, so beautiful… I wish I could be like that, giving myself over to the emir and accepting whatever is being done to me. Maybe, one day...

The emir pulls himself brutally away from her and is kneeling between her outstretched legs, his enormous cock still erected and covered with her maidenhood's blood.
He looks at his cock with a mischievous smile then without a glance at us, he shouts: "Guards! Take the girls back to their rooms, I've had enough of them."

The guards escort us to an area of the palace I am sure I haven't seen yet. It must be the Harem and suddenly, as we walk underneath a beautiful arch, we're surrounded with many, many women. They are mostly born here, with their dark skin and black eyes. They smile gently and the guards leave us with the small crowd of women; they observe each one of us, naked as we are, helpless white girls in a foreign land.
I feel so tired all of a sudden… my head is swinging and all around me turns to black.

 

[ariosto]

The beginning of a very long night...

Haroun sits in his bed chamber. He wears only a black silk robe imported from the Orient.
Candles and lamps burn tonight. He is feeling medieval.
Liliane is brought to him naked and blindfolded. She has been cleaned and perfumed. He can smell her sweetness as the two guards, the same ones who were watching her earlier, bring her in. She had put up a brief struggle when they awakened her but no more. She realized finally that it was useless.
Haroun has decided that his three new concubines will become the toys of his increasingly deviant fantasies. And this one, so proud so beligerant will be main player.
Leather bands are attatched to her arms and ankles. Each band has strongly laced to it an iron ring. Through these the guards run chains which they loop through eyebolts on the wall, pulling them untill her arms are outstretched almost as far as they can go.
Lilianes bare feet are on the floor still but now the two brutes puill them apart about three feet locking them to the eye bolts on the floor. When they're finished The Emir dismisses them to an ante room to await his summons.

He rises and approaches her, she listens to his steps on the marble floor. He stops in front of her. Even with the mask on her calm beauty shines through. He touches her hair...
"I had a dream last night." She says.

He says nothing, his fingers trace a line from her lips to her navel.
"The man in the dream was like you but....kind, gentle."

He kneels and kisses her sex.
She twists...
"I, I would do anything for such a man..."

His fingers part her outer folds and lick her pink slick lips.
"I...I...are you?...."

His tongue enters her, curling up to caress the tight walls of her vagina.
"Ohhhh....nooooo" She feels herself resonding.

"Please it doesn't have to be like this ...I"
His hands slide up along the back of her legs, along the tender skin of her thighs, they squeeze and open her buttocks as his tongue continues to savor the tight insides of her cunt.
A pretty girl has entered, one of the dark skinned Arab girls. In her hands she holds an object. It's about five inches long , slighty over an inch and a half wide at the base. In the center of it's length it smoothy narrows and swells again at the rounded tip. It's made of silver and gleams in the candle light.
The girl stands behind Liliane and inserts the object first into her own pussy. Her eyes close as she moves it inside herself and then removes it, wet with her own juices and pushes it into the French girls ass.
Liliane jumps at the surprised invasion.
Haroun's tongue is relentless and his fingers pull her even more widely apart allowing the elegant butt plug to slip home. Her muscles close around it instinctively trying to reject it, but the swollen head is to large. It is locked in place.
She writhes under the double effects of the Emir's mouth and tongue and the object so coldly embedded up her back passage.

Haroun opens his robe and the Arab girl kneels between the captive concubines legs and takes his
huge cock into her mouth.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Lord of the Rings

The guards woke me up in the middle of the night and brutally pulled me out of my bed. I barely had time to realize what was happening to me, they were already undressing me. I struggled, thinking they wanted to rape me on the spot but one slapped me violently: " Be obedient! The Emir wants to see you now."
I was blindfolded and from what I could hear, I was carried through corridors, staircases and empty halls. In the end, I was taken to a room where some frankincense had been burning.

They tied me up to a cold wall and left the blindfold on. I recognized the Emir's body odor instantaneously and tried to wheedle him to be gentle:
<i>""I had a dream last night… The man in the dream was like you but.... he was kind, gentle. I, I would do anything for such a man..."</i>
I felt his soft and warm tongue licking my labia and I relaxed, thinking he would be good to me, for a change.
But the pain, oh! the pain and the humiliation of this metallic cone pushed up inside my ass… Is it the pain? Or sheer exhaustion? This… Whatever it is… Tells me cruelly that my body must be fitted to provide more enjoyment to the Emir, no matter what my own wishes and needs. I am just a toy for the Emir. A toy of flesh to do as he pleases. A toy! Tears start to roll down my cheeks while I hear him moan and coach in Arabic someone (a woman? A man?) who is pleasuring him.
There's no doubt in my mind that he is certainly enjoying to see me tied up to the wall, at his complete mercy. I hear him ask the person with him to stop, then I hear his footsteps coming close to me. Sure enough, his hands are on my breasts and very quickly, he pinches my nipples again. They are so sore that this is getting really painful on me. Of course, it doesn't hurt as much as what has been inserted inside me.

"Liliane…"
My head is hanging down; I have lost all pride and am trying my best to accept what is being done to me. The Emir sends his right hand between my legs and gently rubs my clitoris:
"Liliane… My hardheaded rebel… You're so wet… You are learning what being a female is all about… and it is tough on you, isn't it?"
I nod and hear myself reply with a whimper: "Yes… Yes it is… I'm trying my best to satisfy you, Master..."
"Ummmmm…. You're doing very well, girl. It is time, my dear, to shut that little cunt of yours. You belong to me and I don't want any other man's cock to enjoy you."

My entire body stiffens up at his words: what is he going to do to me? Have me sewn up like those poor African females? I hear the Emir laugh at me:
"Don't be so scared! I am going to have these fine thin lips of yours pierced so that each one gets a ring in it. I'll have the pleasure to secure these two rings together with a padlock... and I'll keep the key."
His fingers slide between my labia and enter my pussy. His tone his sharp: "Yes, my dear. No one, not even you, will be able to enter this cunt without my approval. It will heal quickly and from what all my concubines tell me, these rings give them lots of pleasure when my cock finally honors them. "
The Emir steps away and I hear him order someone in the room: "Omar, come over here and do your job on the French girl. And you, Sanaa, get on your knees again, my cock is getting cold."

 

[ariosto]

Omar is a tall black eunuch who has done this many times before. Except for the tenderness of the skin it is no different than piercing an ear.
He kneels before the bound and frightened girl and reaches between her legs to pinch and pull her labia until they are distended and ready for the needle.

"Wait!"
Haroun walks over and touches the slick pink petals. Liliane shivers, though whether its from his touch on this most private part of her body or the hard cold 'Thing" that sits immobile in her bowels she can't be sure.
The Emir kneels and sucks each pretty lip inside his mouth, causing them to engorge even more. He nods to Omar and as he walks back to the waiting Arab girl he hears Liliane's first shriek of pain and then a few seconds later the second.

Sanaa was a beautiful girl who long ago had gone through this same thing. She paid no attention to
the French girls moans and whimpers or the drip drip drip of blood as she took the Masters cock
again and again into her mouth. She had been especially trained for this one thing and the new Concubine would learn the 'art' from her when the time was right.
As Haroun approached his climax he heard Liliane ask for water. He said something to Sanaa who began quickly to massage his balls and stroke him with her delicate hands in rhythym with her mouth.
The Emir felt himself rising rapidly and did nothing to hold himself back, to prolong the delicious agony. Instead he just went over the edge and began to pulse hot cum into the Arab girls mouth.
When he was finished Sanaa rose and walked over to the bound captive.

"Water please..."
Sanaa raised lilianes chin and placed a glass against her lips. The French girl opened her mouth and began to drink greedily. As she did Sanaa let the Emirs seed fall from her mouth and into the cup which until that moment had been empty.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Have a Drink!

My labia were pierced quickly by Omar and it was not that painful... but I have very low resistance to pain so I couldn't keep myself from screaming as the needle entered my flesh. And I am sure I would not have been bleeding if the Emir hadn't sucked on my labia before hand. I am sure he did it on purpose, and that he enjoyed watching it all… I can feel the rings against my flesh and it is so strange… I hope that once they put the padlock in, it won't be too heavy, no doubt it will pull on my tiny little labia.
I still have the mask on and I can listen to the Emir moan and finally shout as he is cumming. Oh this room is so warm, and my throat so dry… Now that the Emir has enjoyed himself, maybe I can ask for …"Water please!"

Ah, I don't know who that is, who is immediately answering my call… Water… so delicious, so refreshing… and then the cup is pressed a second time against my lips:
"Drink, little sister, drink… It is the juice of our master…"
Oh my… It is warm, and has such a strange taste…
"Liliane…" It's the Emir's voice "Your tight cunt will have to wait until those cute little lips of yours are healed… In the meantime, you're going to keep that plug inside your butt so I can enjoy it easily… And you will learn to pump my cock and drink my cum, yes! All of it…."
"Little sister, our master has asked me to help train you… and if you do good, I will reward you…"

I feel her long fingers brushing my nipples, and to my shame my body responds to her light touch… Oh… it feels so nice… Oh… And it's a woman doing it to me… Immediately my blood is rushing to my cheeks.
The woman laughs: "Look at her! She likes it!"

I can feel her nipples against mine and… she is opening my lips with her tongue… Ooh… what a wonderful kiss… So gentle, so soft, so nice... I must be in Heaven…
"Ummmmmm… The two of you seem to get along very well…" It's the Emir again and he seems to enjoy watching us. She pulls her head away from me, leaving me so frustrated!
"Yes… I will allow you Sanaa, and you Liliane, to play with each other… but only in front of me. If I hear that you are being dirty little girls when I'm not around, I'll have you both whipped. And you'll be begging for mercy!"
"Ooooh Master Haroun, I promise you that we'll behave." She laughs: "It looks like your cock needs some attention too!"

I wonder who is going to have the honor of taking care of it… Sanaa? Me? The other French girls? And then, I wonder if they have been pierced already?