Another Time - Another Place

[DriveSouth]

OOC: Roles for this thread have been filled at this time. New characters will be added as needed. Read and enjoy -


From his throne, the sultan was absolute master of everyone in his realm. He glared down as his valet announced the arrival of the emissary from Germania.

The emissary commanded four slaves carrying large baskets. A fifth slave spread a fine rug before the throne and exited. On the emissary’s clap each slave emptied his basket before the king and left the royal chamber. Diamonds and rubies and emeralds heaped around the seat of power. Peroidots, opals and crystals of every color dotted the mounds.

The slaves returned carrying a blood-red silken curtain draped over and around a reed frame, forming a wall of silk. Once more, a striking clap from the emissary caused the slaves to spring to action, in easy motions the curtain was dismantled and each slave removed a section from the throne room. Leaving a female figure completely veiled in silk.

“For your pleasure, your Highness” the emissary announced and like a magician began to pull endless veils from her. Finally, she was covered, head to toe in a single veil of spun silver. The sultan stopped the emissary and order the room emptied before allowing the emissary to continue.

Dramatically the emissary removed the veil, leaving the young gift- Jaleena- naked, save her veiled face. Her gaze was fixed on the floor at her feet. She stood motionless except for the tremble of her hands.

The sultan sat up, for a better look at his gift. Her skin was flawless, light beige and had obviously been pampered. Her breast, medium sized ripe globes of tempting flesh topped with brown pointy nipples. Hips, shapely and curving to meet her long finely shaped legs. Between her legs her hair had been shaved, all but a soft patch left to cover her mound, and sweet lips pouted out from underneath.

The emissary began once more, “She’s never known any other home than the women’s quarters in the palace. When she became of age, she was prepared for you entry by the kings eunuchs. We offer her to you innocent, untrained in the ways of love.”

“She’s pure?” the sultan asked

“Yes, yes your highness, I hope she pleases.” the emissary exited on these words and the sultans valet returned.

“Cover her and remove her to the women’s quarters, have her prepared and brought to my quarters tonight.

 

[willywanker]

Artimisus, Harem Keeper

Artimisus sat at the gate of the women's quaters as he always did. He had been taken in a slave raid years ago by the sultan's mighty army. By hard work and some hoarded treasures, he had found a way to be transfered to work at the women's quarters. But Artimisus had a secret. Unlike all the other men working here, he was not a eunuch. True, he had a scar where the others did that had been castrated but his had come from a knife fight, a mostly superficial wound.

It was a secret he guarded very closly. He had worked hard to earn the right to run this part of the Sultans Palace where he never had to work hard again. His days were filled with pampering the sultans concubines and wives. Only two had ever come to know his secret and they were willing to keep his secret for the favors he bestowed on them, and the chance to be with a real man when circumstance allowed.

Hearing a clamor at the gate, he hurried forward to unlock the gates. Opening a tiny door in the massive gate, he inquired as to the nature of this disturbance. Valets not belonging to the sultons men stood outside with a woman covered in a veil of spun silver. "She is a gift of the Emissary of Germania" they explained. "The sultan has instructed us to bring her here. She is to be prepared and brought to his quarters this evening."

As the gate was opened, they lead her in. "The sultan has instructed us to tell you that you are to care for this one personally. She is a virgin and he will cut off the head of one who defiles her." Artimisus swallowed hard. The valets left and the gates were once again closed and locked as he lead the young virgin down the hall.

"I am called Artimisus" he said, "I have charge over the Sultan's womens quaters. What is your name?" He had stopped outside the room set aside for the batheing of the woman chosen to go in to the Sultan that night. As they entered, she turned, removing the veil from her face saying "I am known as Jaleena". Seeing the waters had been drawn for a bath, she started to remove the veil covering her body.

Artimisus had worked hard to get to his high appointed spot just so he would not be put in this type situation. Typically he assigned this duty to one of the true eunuchs. He was glad the tunic over his shoulders hung loosly round him as he felt himself becoming arroused at the site of this special woman. He took her hand as she stepped into the bath and he quickly moved behind her, to hide himself and to assist her to wash her long hair. It was obvious she was used to being pampered, she laid back with closed eyes as he kept his hands moving as his eyes roamed up and down her body. He knew his head would be forfit if anything should happen to this one, her body sooooo perfect. If all he could do was look, at least he had that.

Finishing her hair, he moved to the side of the bath, his hands almost trembling as he moved the sponge gently over her fine skin. She sighed contentedly as the sponge caressed her globe shaped breast, her nipples becoming pointed and hard as he washed them a little longer that necessary. Down her flat stomach he moved, shivering slightly as his hand slipped over her neatly shaved region, into the cleft between her legs. Almost to easily her legs spread apart, allowing him to throughly wash that region that no man had yet defiled. His arrousal became so strong at this point, he was hearing ringing in his ears but he controled himself yet again. Finishing with her long shaply legs, he helped her from the tub.

She stood as one used to the pampered life as he gently dried her skin. Wraping a soft robe round her, he sat her on a comfortable lounge as he began to dry and prepare her hair. Remembering the scented oil the Sultan liked, he stood to get it, his erection dragging up the arm of the beauty laid back on the lounge. She glanced up at him as he moved away. Smiling to himself, he realized she didn't have enough experience to understand what it was she had just felt.

After hours of preparation, he stood back and looked on one so perfect he again felt tempted to take a chance. Fighting down the urge, he promised himself a visit with one of his 'friends' this evening while the Sultan had his way with Jaleena. Together they moved to the hidden tunnel leading to the private quarters of the Sultan.

 

[ranajja]

It's wonderful to see you again, fellas

“Ohhhh, myyyyy,” she groaned, hardly daring to move, or to breathe, her eyes fixed on the screen in front of her.

An unnecessary precaution, as they could not hear her, nor could they possibly know of the small cameras, so cleverly disguised, that were catching, recording their every move.

Suzanna Fellhardt, Ph.D. drank in the scene before her. Incredible sensuality—captured and transmitted to the monitor screens before her, recording, capturing moments of live history. Hers was the study of human sexuality, sex through the ages, courtship, mating, erotica throughout history. How humanity is ever the same, ever different. And I’m getting paid to do this, she thought with a small smile.

Many years ago, the success of “real life” TV had led to an incessant rash of more of the same, hundreds of spin-offs, The number of spinoffs was bested only by the alarming increase in the number of devotees, whose incessant demand was for more, more—more of the same, yet make it new and excitingly different.

Then, the sudden break-through of time-travel technology opened up all new possibilities—making it ridiculously easy to conduct studies of history as it happened, carefully controlled of course, and eagerly funded by major networks in exchange for rights to the footage.

Suzanna was very passionate about her work, and realized how lucky she was to have found the true market for the results of her studies. Her research was funded quite generously by several producers of erotic films, who openly encouraged her to be, well, creative –not to change history, of course, but perhaps to spice it up a bit.

And it didn’t hurt that Suzanna was a bit of a voyeur, and at times became quite obsessed with her subjects--fantasizing, desire at times obscuring her better judgement—but, hell, they wanted her to be creative, right? So, from time to time, as she went back to retrieve her equipment, she would arrange to be there longer —just long enough to seduce, or be seduced by, the object of her desire—to experience it--him/her/them first hand. And all of it recorded in the laboratory, as her own personal project.

The cameras discreetly placed all around this palace, offered wonderfully unobstructed views, particularly in the harem. Wonderful, unobstructed views danced across the screens in Suzanna’s lab. She’d been watching him for days. This man, this sultan, rippling with strength and power and sensuality, filled her thoughts and haunted her dreams.

Oh, she envied this girl, this Jaleena. The virgin mystique was a fascinating study, and soon she would witness the taking of Jaleena’s innocence in the arms of the sultan.

And here, Suzanna had watched, fascinated at the bathing of Jaleena at the hands of the harem keeper. It had left Suzanna breathless, her most intimate places wet and throbbing with desire.

Suzanna licked her lips. Another installation to the “personal project” may be just the ticket, she thought, her smile widening.

 

[DriveSouth]

It was the fourth year of the sultan’s rule. Singha was not a warrior, but more the politician. He had come to power after the death of his older brother – a warrior who had ascended to the throne just 9 months before a battle ended his life. He had opened the city to wandering merchants and freed access to things not long ago forbidden under the rule of his father and brother.

The people loved the new freedoms allowed by the new young ruler. Social clubs sprang up; houses of prostitution were common. Every pleasure known could be found within blocks of the palace. Singha had experienced them all.

The denizens of the city grew up fast, exposed to the pleasures of the world, and all readily accessible, made for early loss of innocence, indeed it was mostly impossible to find a young woman or man for that matter, still with virginity intact.

Artimisus had just walked away and out of sight, the stillness of the dark passageway crept over Jaleena’s skin. Gooseflesh washed over her as she stood there alone. The doorway opened, tall slender naked woman stepped to Jaleena and ushered her into the sultan’s presence.

Jaleena was escorted before the royal seat and once more was left standing alone, naked in the sultan’s throne room. Her eyes fixed on the rug that caressed her feet. Her skin was on fire from the bath she had just had, both from the steamy water and from the steamy washing. With all she could muster she fought to keep her nipples from standing erect, a loosing battle. Her hands trembled at her sides.

Singha’s entry was grand enough – a long silken cape covered him and trailed behind him.

His attendants – an even mix of males and females – were all as naked as Jaleena, but it offered her little comfort. The first attendants in the procession stepped to the front of the young sultan and removed hi silk covering and now all in the room were bare.

He clapped his hands and all the attendants moved to what appeared to be pre-assigned positions around the room but none took their eyes from Jaleena. The sultan walked, slowly around her, taking in her beauty, admiring her form, her shape.

Finally – “Pure are you?” he asked

Jaleena could form no words – a nod was the best she could manage.

“Pure and unlearned and ready to be introduced to the ways of the palace, the pleasures of the palace.” His voice continued – “You’ll need to be taught my ways, my likes and desires. You’ll need to be taught pleasure. Do you know pleasure, have you known pleasure?” His eyes felt her, moved over her slowly, deliberately, until slowly he raised her chin and looked at her face, into her eyes.

His motion with the opposite hand was hardly noticed, but the result was a veiled woman being presented. She approached the sultan and Jaleena, bowed before them and began the slow seductive ritual of removing the veils.

 

[Honey_B]

Nuhata, teacher of pleasure

She wore the lush silks appropriate to a slave of her rank. Nuharta had the wide slanted eyes of a true Mongol. Her tigress eyes took in the young girl standing before the sultan. The language of the girl's body told Nuhata that she was aroused, innocent, and inexperienced. The woman knew immediately what she must do for her sultan. First, she unwound the cloth that swathed her head in shimmering midnight blue silk, revealing her face to those present. Her features came from the steppes of Asia with high cheekbones and a full mouth. They gave her an exotic appearance even in the palace of a sultan. Nuhata's nimble fingers unclasped the jasper brooch at her right shoulder. She began to unravel the long azure blue silk from her body in a sinuous spiral. She was a woman who took great pleasure in all things. Undressing was no exception. She closed her tawny eyes as the filmy fabric slithered over her body in its release. The silk curtain fell and was retrieved by a lesser attendant. Between her legs, she wore a wisp of the sheerest blue silk held in place by a silver chain around her waist. She unhooked the chain and her body was completely naked.

She walked over to the girl and stood behind her. Into her ear, Nuhata whispered, "I am here to teach you, young one." The woman allowed her nipples to make contact with the soft skin of the girl's back. Jaleena tried to draw away. The teacher reached out strong arms and captured the girl around the waist. She pulled Jaleena into her so that the girl would be able to feel the full length of her body pressing into her back.

"Don't ever draw away from me again or I swear, I will leave you. That might not mean much to you now, but in a few minutes, you would beg me to stay," she hissed. "Do you understand?" The girl nodded. Nahata move her arms from the girl’s waist higher until she could caress the skin of the girl's breasts. Her touch was light, maddening. She felt the girl respond. Jaleena pressed slightly against the woman’s working hands. The teacher used her nails to scrape lightly at the girl's nipples before she ever touched them with her fingers. When she did, she encircled each nipple with her agile digits and teased them into throbbing points. The girl began to sigh. Nuhata stopped abruptly.

"We will sit."

Nuhata sat down on the soft carpet, motioning for cushions to be brought to support her back. She spread her legs, revealing a hairless sex with lush thick lips. "Jaleena, sit down in front of me and lean back." The girl did as she asked with eager compliance, leaning back on Nuhata with something approaching abandon.

"I am going to teach you about your body, how you can give youself pleasure. I will do this because until you learn what pleasure is, you will never be able to give it to our lord and master, the Sultan." Nuhata's hands reached around and returned to the Jaleena's nipples, her touch more insistent than before. "We have already discovered the sensitivity of you nipples. See how the harden under the touch of my fingers." The girl nodded her head, unable to speak.

"Jaleena, I want you to rub your nipples. Pinch them, stroke them, tease them, Jaleena," she said softly to the girl and removed her hands. Jaleena's hands flew to her breasts and copied the movements, teasing her sensitive flesh just as her teacher had. "Good... good, young one," Nuharta cooed. She let the girl arouse herself for a few seconds before she slid her hand over the girl's silken skin, down her flat belly to her softly padded mound. Jaleena's intake of was audible. "Shhh, I will only show you greater pleasures, little Jaleena." The girl seemed to relax against the older woman. The tender lips parted easily under the fingers of the master. She stoked the length of the girl's sex with a light caress. Jaleena opened her legs. "You like that, don't you, Jaleena?" The girl moaned. Nuharta caressing fingers focused, seeking out the tiny button of her clitoris. Her fingers began to tease the tiny nub out of its protective hood and Jaleena gasped a desperate, "Yessss."

She captured the girl's hand and drew it down between her own legs. "Feel... Feel the center of your being. Rub it, stroke it, make yourself feel the sweet sensations, Jaleena." Nuharta guided the girl's hand under hers, moving it in teasing circles as the girl learned to bring herself great pleasure. She felt the girl's breathing increase and she moved Jaleena's hand faster. Her moans began to echo around the chamber and Nuharta could feel the moisture coating their fingers. Nuharta's other hand stroked the girl's breast, her touch almost rough as she tugged and pulled at the sensitive nipples.

The girl tensed and screamed. Nuharta felt the girl's orgasm ripple through her body. Her fingers became soaked as she slowed the stroking to a stop. She held the gasping girl in her arms as Jaleena's breathing returned to normal.

"Your Highness, the girl has been taught pleasure," Nuharta reported to the watching Sultan.

 

[ranajja]

Her eyes flew open when she heard the teacher’s voice through the speakers. Suzanna’s breath came in ragged gasps as she slowly sat up, her eyes still glued to the monitor. Her fingers were wet with her own juices as she pressed them firmly against her throbbing clitoris.

She drew in a deep breath, willing her breathing to slow. She was so aroused…

She smiled and slowly shook her head. The legends, the myths are true, she thought as she straightened her clothing. A kingdom steeped in sensuality, every pleasure, every forbidden fantasy, every decadent desire. Studying the history was erotic enough, but to actually see it…

She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together. She absently traced the fingertips of one hand across the tops of her breasts, and wondered how long it would take for her to succumb to her own desires—and do a little research, up close and personal…

 

[Guest]

Singha’s manhood stood firm, towering over the two lovely feminine figures as he watched the older woman’s hands roam over the young nubile flesh of his new possession. As Jaleena’s orgasm rushed upon her, his mind was turning already to the next level of pleasure. She shudders and spasm with the sensation of this, a first orgasm, what shall her response be to a deeper level? His hands held his stiffness now, squeezed it tightly and stroked slowly.

As Jaleena’s breathing returned to normal, the sultan sat on the throne and dismissed his trainer. With a deep bow, her naked figure exited the way she’d come into the room.

Jaleena sprawled out on the floor before the throne, head near the feet of the sultan. She was becoming numb to her nakedness, to her exposure. Her eyes met the sultan’s and she could see the pleasure in his eyes. Without thinking her hands began what she’d just been shown – slowly, circling breast, pinching nipples, scraping nails into soft skin, teasing soft curls of hair, fingering wet swollen lips.

She was loosing herself when the snap of his fingers summoned another naked girl from the shadows.

 

[DriveSouth]

OOC

Yes - yes

That was me -

Forgive the mistake.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Talya, another slave

Talya’s bare feet made no sound on the carpet as she hurried into the room. Eyes downcast, she bowed to the sultan, then turned to the naked girl lying on the floor before his throne. The girl, Jaleena, was still touching herself, lost in her own world of pleasure, and was as yet unaware of Talya’s presence. Her back was arched and her hips were off the floor as her fingers played between her legs. She seemed to be offering her body to anyone who wished to take it.

Talya did not wait for the sultan to tell her what to do, for she had been in this situation many times and knew what was expected of her. Softly she dropped to her knees beside the girl. For a long moment she stared hungrily at the lovely body lying so close to her. She licked her lips, relishing the sight, and felt the first tickle of anticipation between her own thighs. Slowly, carefully, as if she were about to handle a piece of the finest china, she reached out and lightly tweaked one of Jaleena’s nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Jaleena gasped and her eyes snapped open. Her eyes opened even wider as she saw this petite, raven-haired girl kneeling over her. She made as if to get up, but Talya shook her head and gave her a warm smile. “Don’t be frightened,” she whispered. “I won’t hurt you. I just want to…play.” She leaned over and slid her lips over the stem of the erect nipple. The girl gasped again, but for a different reason now. As Talya flicked her practiced tongue over the hard bud, she felt Jaleena’s body shudder. Gasps and soft moans trickled from her lips as she lay back and surrendered to the sensations. After a few moments of this delightful treatment, Talya switched her attention to the other breast, nursing on it, working the nipple to full hardness. Jaleena’s moans grew louder and she began to squirm. Her excitement was infectious, and soon the spot between Talya’s legs began to throb and tingle. The temptation to slip her fingers in there and alleviate that aching need was overwhelming. But she knew better than to try that, for that would displease her master. Ever mindful of the sultan’s eyes upon her, she knew that she must play out this scene with the girl to its conclusion. That was his command, and her desires were as nothing compared to his wishes.

Just as Jaleena seemed about to lose her wits, Talya left off suckling her breasts. The girl whimpered in protest, but Talya smiled at her and put a finger to her lips. “Patience,” she whispered, tracing the outline of her lips. “Arriving at the destination is but half the joy.”

Jaleena stared, wide-eyed, up at Talya, and then she smiled as understanding bloomed in her mind. Talya returned the smile and then climbed atop the other girl and put her arms around her. Their breasts brushed against each other, and both girls gasped as their hard nipples rubbed together. Talya lowered her head and kissed Jaleena softly on the mouth. Her tongue slithered between the other girl’s lips and Jaleena took in a sharp breath as their tongues touched. Their perfect bodies moved together as they kissed, and Talya could not resist grinding her sex against Jaleena’s. Both girls were shaved, and the friction of skin on skin was exquisite. The room filled with the delightful sounds of their gasps and moans as they kissed and rubbed against each other.

Then Talya remembered what she was supposed to do, and reluctantly broke the kiss. Jaleena moaned. The expression on her face was one of pure hunger. Talya smiled and lowered her head again. This time she left a path of soft kisses down the other girl’s body, trailing her long dark hair over Jaleena’s skin as she went. She moved slowly, kissing Jaleena’s mouth, her throat, and the exquisite valley between her breasts. Jaleena squirmed and gasped as the feather-light kisses touched her. And as Talya moved ever lower, Jaleena seemed to sense the slave’s intent, and she spread her legs wide, shamelessly.

At last Talya arrived at her destination between Jaleena’s thighs. She took a moment to admire the pouting, moist opening, and then she lowered her head and planted a kiss right on the shaved mound. Jaleena moaned and arched her back slightly. Talya smiled and with her long, tapering fingers gently parted the lips of Jaleena’s sex before lowering her head. She licked the girl’s slit, using long strokes of her tongue. Jaleena moaned as these new sensations assaulted her.

Talya took her time lapping at Jaleena’s sex. At first she confined herself to the mouth and lips of the girl’s opening. When she judged that Jaleena was sufficiently excited, she then flicked the hard clitoris with her tongue. The effect on Jaleena was electric. She uttered a strangled cry and her back arched. Her fingers went to her own nipples and began to pull and tug on the sensitive nubs. Talya settled into a regular rhythm of tantalizing Jaleena, licking the slit with the flat of her tongue and then titillating the clitoris with the tip of her tongue. Jaleena’s moans and gasps were like sweet music. Her excitement communicated itself to Talya, whose own sex now throbbed and ached for attention. How delightful it was to have this lovely creature beneath her, writhing and crying out at her touch!

Finally Talya could take no more. She moved her body so that she was lying reversed over Jaleena, with each girl’s head at the other’s sex. As she once again lowered her head to tongue Jaleena, she hoped that the girl would understand what this gesture meant.

She need not have worried. The girl’s innate sensuality told her what Talya was asking for, and it wasn’t long before Talya felt the first hesitant touch of a tongue on her own aching, needy sex. She moaned and stepped up her efforts, teaching Jaleena what to do by example. Jaleena proved to be a quick study and copied every touch and tongue stroke that the slave gave to her. Before long the two girls were groaning and writhing together, grinding against each other’s mouths. The muscles in Talya’s thighs jumped and twitched as she approached ecstasy. She redoubled her efforts, lashing Jaleena’s clitoris with her tongue and moaning loudly as the girl reciprocated.

Suddenly Jaleena let out a muffled cry and thrust her hips upward to grind her sex against Talya’s mouth. Talya could feel the spasms as the orgasm tore through her body. Jaleena’s moans vibrated all through her body, exciting her even more. She thrust herself against Jaleena’s mouth, felt the velvety tongue stroke her one more time, and then the world dissolved as pleasure washed over her.

Eventually their spasms died away and they lay slumped on top of each other, gasping for breath. When she had recovered her wits, Talya raised herself and stood on shaky legs. She allowed herself one last look at Jaleena lying sprawled on the floor, then bowed before the sultan, not daring to make eye contact with him.

 

[ranajja]

Dr. Fellhardt

Fascinated, Suzanna absently ran her fingertips between her breasts, up and down, each stroke deeper, until she slid a finger between skin and the clasp of her bra. With a small smile, she quickly unclasped her bra with one hand, as the other hand found the controls for the in-lab recording devices, so she could record her own reactions to this erotic history lesson. Voyeur and exhibitionist, Suzanna slowly unbuttoned her blouse, sliding it up and out from the waist of her skirt, all the while drinking in the scene on her monitor. One more stroke of the controls, and the transmission was displayed on every single monitor in the lab…everywhere…

She slid her blouse open, revealing the sheer black bra, which, unclasped, fell away. Her blouse hung open, barely touching the sides of her breasts.

Suzanna brought her hands up to her breasts and softly caressed them, as she had seen the first teacher do to beautiful Jaleena, maddeningly light. She lightly scratched her nipples, then firmly pinched them, pulled them, teased them into taut points.

Moaning, she watched the second teacher as she pleasured Jaleena’s intimate places. Suzanna squirmed in her chair, feeling the heat, the ache between her legs.

Finally, she could stand it no longer. With her eyes still on the monitor, she rose from her chair and sat on top of her desk, watching the two beautiful women, watching him watch them—and began to imagine herself there…

She reached down and raised up her skirt, revealing the matching sheer black panties that were now wet with her hot juices. She spread her legs and slid her fingers between skin and panties, pushing the crotch of her panties aside. Her pussy was smooth and soft, with a small patch of thick soft hair just above the top of her slit.

Her breath caught as she slowly slid one finger up and down the length of her sex, reveling in her creamy wetness. With her other hand she gently separated her pussy lips, exposing her throbbing clit, which was aching to be touched.

Lightly, she touched herself, crying out as she touched her tiny sensitive clit. She touched herself as she had seen Nuharta show Jaleena, light strokes, slow circles. She imagined the feel of Talya’s lips there, of the stroke of tongue on her clit and hands all over her, just as she was seeing.

Imagining herself there, in Jaleena’s place…

 

[DriveSouth]

The Sultan

Singha’s fingertips traced his own thigh. Beginning near his knee and slowly, nonchalantly he trailed fingers up his muscular thigh and through his dark pubic curls. The back of his hand brushed the mushroom like head of his manhood, it bobbed in spasm, but his attention remained with his gentle touch – and the women at his feet.

One younger, slender, spare, innocent – small pert breast, brown nipples forming perfect peaks like chocolate heated and cooled into points. His fingers had worked their way to his balls and held them softly, lightly tickled the sensitive regions below. Her innocence showed in her eyes, her eyes never left the sultans, as his eyes wandered the playground before him, hers never broke from his. So ready to serve, to submit to him, to his desire, his passion – quite the aphrodisiac, once more his rod leapt like it struggled to be free.

The other older, voluptuous, luxurious, hedonistic - full breast, pink nipples swollen - pointing. Experienced in the world of sexual pleasure, her eyes focused on the girl before, never glancing from her task. Their eyes never met – they never crossed. Her notable lack of interest in him was quite the aphrodisiac. Again a spasm caused his member to throb into motion and demanded the attention of his hand. Soft trailing strokes the entire length, balls to head soon gave way to a firm grip, a squeeze.

Together the women rode the waves of desire till they rocked simultaneously as orgasm racked their bodies.

Without a word from him the distant one rose, his eyes followed her every step before she exited.

Jaleena’s breath – ragged, uneven – slowed to soft nearly sleeping wisps. Her eyes still locked on her master.

He broke the silence –“Now you’ve an idea of what pleasures you are experience. Time to consider what pleasures you’ll bestow upon me.”

A subtle nod and again doors opened and more naked bodies were introduced into the room. This time a bronzed, tight bodied man, free of any clothing, shackled - both feet and hands - was lead in by a woman wearing flat leather sandals, leather triangles lashed together by straps covered her nipples, portions of her breast and portions of mound unshaven and seductively showing.

As the pair’s entrance caught Jaleena’s eyes, the sultan reached for her hand. Pulling her attention back to him and softly urging her closer to his throne, leaning back on the pillows scattered – he softly stroked her hair as the couple began.

 

[DriveSouth]

OOC:

This new board has out smarted me once more -

 

[Guest]

Jaleena was wide eyed with interest as the slave man was brought in by a gorgeous woman with blond hair, large blue eyes, long legs, wearing no clothing. The women had full breasts with big nipples and they were hard, even in the mild temperatures. She had just a touch of hair above her pussy lips which were full and thick. Her lips were full and rosy and she had a very generous mouth. Jaleena then saw the slave mans body and gasped. She saw for the first time a large rod of 8" with a large mushroom looking tip. As it stood erect, the women took the mushroom in her mouth and started licking it.

Jaleena practically swooned and leaned on the sultan. She could feel something very hard against her back, the knowledge dawning on her what exactly that hardness was. The sultan was very exciting to her and she was so very much excited about what she was watching and what the sultan would do to her.

The women continued licking the slave mans cock and started slowly licking, and gently nipping his mushroom tip. She then licked the entire shaft and moved down to his balls and took them in her mouth.

The man started moving his hips as the women started touching herself and licking the man at the same time. They watched her play with her clit as she then took the slave mans entire cock into her mouth. She was able to take his cock down her throat and Jaleena felt her nipples become erect, then she felt herself getting extremely wet and dripping. She wanted the Sultan to touch her....but he did not. She knew she couldn't ask him to, but she wanted him so bad. She could feel him breathing on her near her neck and it was driving her wild. She knew she needed something more, but she didn't quite know what it was.

The women was sucking the man as he moved his hips back and forth and then she stopped. Everyone looked around as she got up, smiled and saw another slave making his way toward them. The new slave man was looking at them with such desire, Jaleena started to quake and the Sultan commanded her to stay still and watch as the erotic scene continued.

Again, the new male slave was also had a very large rod and was stroking his cock back and forth. Jaleena watched as the women then sat on the face of the new slave man grinding her pussy in his mouth as she took the original mans cock deep in her throat. The first slave man moved faster and faster and the women put her hands all over him as she sucked him. She cupped his balls gently and Jaleena saw her stick her finger in herself, gaining wetness, then stick her finger in the mans ass. The man then went wild and started pumping the womens mouth faster and faster while the women was fucking the other mans mouth. The other man was sucking her nipples and stroking himself. Then both men started moaning and all of a sudden there was a load of cum in the womens mouth and she was swallowing it as she convulsed herself over the other slaves mouth as that slave started cumming all over her tits. Jaleena was enthralled with what she was seeing and wanted to have more pleasure, it was so wonderful and she was dripping wet.

The sultan knew what Jaleena was experiencing, even if she didn't know what she wanted yet. He was pleased with her progress and was looking forward to deflowering this prize.

 

[unusuallyconfused]

That was me, I made sure it had my name on it, where is WH when you need him.

 

[Ravenloft]

Shackled slave:

It didn't matter that he, along with the other two were merely a show for the Sultan and his new prize, Cooth did enjoy the life this place afforded him. The sultan had so many women servants, taught the arts of sex, though he was shackled simply for who he was, a marrauding, raping vizigoth, now, no more. Spirited his soul was, but unlike many of his brethren, he thought with more than just the head this lush mouthed creature had captured between her succulent lips. He knew to war against his captures would lead to death, or perhaps even gelding...

Neither was favorable to him. So he allowed them to do with him as they would. Perhaps one day he would see about escape, but only when things grew stale. The lusting servant girl had wrenched the seed from his body expertly, so forcefully she had stoolen it from him that her ached, and he moaned over the soul stiring ache loudly, as though he were wounded. One such as she, he would have blindly ravished many a time in the fields with his bretheren, but that might anger the Sultan.

So after the servant had drank of his seed, he slumped back, where he sat, his eyes locked upon her moistened lips as they parted with every puff of a breath the man at her cunt forced from her. Again, the urge to wrench her from the others grasp and have his own way swelled within his breast, but he tempered that desire, kneeling in front of her, bowing his head to her full, soft breasts, lifting them in his war roughened hands, his thick hide an amasing contrast to the milky whiteness of her skin. He nursed her breast as lightly as a beast like he could.

 

[Guest]

"Ah, see the pleasure she's given - but there's more - there'll be pleasure in it for you too, like she's about to enjoy." Singha whispered to Jaleena.

With a sly grin and a nod - he gave Cooth permission to satisfy the hungry girl at his feet-

 

[DriveSouth]

OOC:

Damn - Just Damn.

Foiled again-

But that was me.

 

[Guest]

Cooth:

With a wild smile and a sharp growl all his own, Cooth grasped the slave girl, and pulled her from the salted lips that lasilly teased her. He laid her on her back, one calloused hand running along the length of her inner thigh, to her ankle. He lifted the slender, well shaped leg upon his shoulder, and his tongue struck out against her weeping sex, more to get a sence of her than to send her to her pleasure. It was a taunt, and she gasped, perhaps a little fearfully, it was no secret, the violence of the goths...

Slinking upward, his aroused cock trailing wetly along her inner thigh, Cooth met her with a sharp thrust, with one of her legs on his shoulder, and her other held down by his hand, his entrance into her was easilly seen by Jaleena and Singha both. How his penetrating cock sunk into her, how her flesh, wraped about it, surrendered to his peircing. And how, when he began to withdraw, the folds of her sex seemed to cling to him, not wanting him to escape her depths. It was an intoxicating sight for anyone, especially one so innocent of such things. Jaleena had to clench her slender hands into fists to fight the urge to caress her own virgin sex.

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: S'me up there. Got signed out, I wrote so much...

 

[Guest]

Cooth was a tireless lover, so massive and strong. The girl, Maya, was very beautiful and graceful and with one of her legs on his shoulder made a very erotic and wonderful sexual encounter. Maya then put both of her legs on both of Cooth's shoulders and wanted him to go faster, but could not without the Sultans permission. The other slave started sucking her breasts as playing with her clit while Cooth was going in and out in a rhythm that would give Maya extreme pleasure. He would roll his hips in such a way to give deeper penetration and then withdraw, teasing her, giving her a sense of desperation to fully imbed himself in her.

He was incredible. He was showing Jaleena the art of making wild, passionate and steamy sex. His sex was starting to throb as he envisioned the sultan taking Jaleena the first time, that very tight and wet place that no one has ever gone before.

Maya was starting to become frantic as Cooth would give her just a little of what she needed, but not enough to satisfy her. He looked into her eyes and the desire was evident in each other, the lust and desire to fuck each other so hard was making the sultan almost come on himself, he was so aroused.

As Maya was dripping wet with her juices from being so wonderfully entered into by Cooth, she kept her voice from screaming, PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER. She knew she would be punished, but she wanted him harder, faster, and just more, more and more.

Cooth understood Maya's need and built his speed and forcefulness to fuck her so very hard. She started the most awesome climax as he pumped her full of his hard thick cock and she could not utter a word, so she bit her arm to keep herself quiet as she came all over Cooths cock. Cooth then pulled out so Jaleena could see his hard dick cum on Mayas face as she licked him like a good girl. He smiled, knowing that he made Jaleena very very horny. The sultan would reward him greatly.

Jaleena was feeling the Sultans cock and she desparately wanted her mouth on it, but knew she couldn't yet. She wanted to be fucked. Instead, she kept her eyes down and her fists clenched.

 

[unusuallyconfused]

I was logged in, why is that doing that? The unregistered was me.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cooth:

Again Cooth's seed poured forth from his wildly pulsing cock, small rivulets of it painted themselves along Maya's scrunched face. Scrunched from the animal force of her orgasm, Cooth had submited to her hot milking, his darkened eyes showed with contentment as he was awash in his own pleasure. After he had let his seed fly, he glided the length of his cock along Maya's enflames sex, but did not penetrate her again, it was a taunt of what he could yet do to her, and he wanted her to know...

Twice she had seen to the flow of his seed, but he wanted her to know he was not dry, that she could not drain him of his potency... It was a bold move for him to do so in front of the Sultan, they had, after all given the show that was expected of them, so this, this was more for Cooth and the girl beneith him. Cooth growled softly within the depths of his throat as he smiled upon Maya...

 

[DriveSouth]

Abruptly Singha interrupted – with a snap of his fingers – a gong sounded - the room cleared - quickly - save Jaleena – who was clueless as to the meaning of the gong.

Alone.

Jaleena sat atop silk cushions, naked, exposed. Her flesh was flush with desire, with want, with need. Waves of heat, almost visible to Singha, crossed her skin. Singha encouraged Jaleena closer and pushed her head down until she could feel his cock touch her lips slightly. Apparently putting trepidation aside, Jaleena leaned forward and began application of small kisses to his chest and tracing his nipples with her tongue. They hardened. Like hers had. She sucked lightly on each one, then caught one between her teeth, and pinched the other tightly. Her teeth pressed against his nipple and he arched slightly from the throne.

Her tongue traced a path from Singha’s nipple, staring at him while her tongue danced along his stomach leaving no place on him un-licked.

She reached for his cock and grasped it in her hand to guide him in the direction of her choosing. His hand move away and he re-adjusted on the throne. Relax and enjoy what she has learned. His cock was slippery from his pre-cum. She traced her lips with his cock, allowing it to part them slightly and he groaned in delight feeling his head move past her lips. All the while her eyes remained focused on his.

Jaleena’s tongue found its way along his hard shaft until she reached the base of his swollen member. Jaleena licked her way back to the tip, her lips on the tip encircled his head and she guided it into her mouth slowly, he loved having his manhood enter her. His cock slid between Jaleena’s lips until it touched the back of her throat. Could she feel his hips moving in time with her strokes? She grasped his cock in her hand, caressing his balls in her other. Her slow movements continued along his cock until his hips were moving in unison with her mouth. His cock was now standing tall, swollen tight, purple head pulsing deep in her mouth. She stopped sucking his cock briefly and moved down to his balls and sucked them into her mouth one after the other. Just as his balls entered Jaleena’s mouth, her fingers found her wet sex and she began to probe herself.

For the first time her eyes closed, broke from the dark pools of the sultans eyes.

{{{{{{GONG}}}}}}

Singha’s hand struck the gong.

The room filled as quickly as it had emptied with the same cast of naked pleasure givers. “Your training will pick up here tomorrow, take her to her quarters.” He commanded.

Nuhata came for Jaleena and guided her naked writhing body to the hidden tunnel and the women’s quarters.

 

[willywanker]

Artimisus, Harem Keeper

After the doors had closed behind her last night, Artimisus had moved swiftly to his secret spot. Since no one but he was allowed into this tunnel, over the years he had taken the time to study it well and had found a crack in the wall that allowed him to view most of what happened in the Royal Chamber. Many a time he had satisfied himself while watching the Sultan's lustful times of indulgence.

What he had seen last night was the blossoming of a butterfly from her cacoon. He had seen the excitement and abandon on her face as she was lead to discover her own body, and then as she learned a little of how to satisfy a man. But today, Artimisus was afraid. Tonight as before, Jaleena would be brought to the preparation room before she was taken back to the Sultan and again, it would be his job to bathe her. He would have to take extra precautions not to reveal his secret.

All to soon the time had come to prepare her. Checking that his cloak was loose enough to hide his excitement, Artimisus headed for the prepartion room. Standing on both sides of the door were the Sultans best trained swordsman. With a nod to them, he slipped thru the door and turned to find the young beauty waiting for him. Plastering a smile on his face, he moved smoothly across the room. "Jaleena, you look radiant this evening. Lets get you into the bath and ready to continue your training." he said. Her response was a nervous giggle as he helped her remove the cloak she had worn to the room.

Holding her hand as she stepped into the tub, his eyes again took in her beauty, moving up and down her body. Noticing her eyes on him, he kept his eyes averted downward as he moved behind her to wash her hair. He watched from safely behind her as with her head laid back, her hands began to softly move over her body. His slight gasp as her hand found her breast and began to tweak her nipple was covered by the sharp intake of her own breath. Smiling, he realized that the Sultan had found a real treasure here, a beauty just finding her sensual side.

Finishing her hair, he moved to the side of the tub, careful today to keep his groin away from her arms on the sides of the tub. Biting his lip to keep from smiling, he watched thru stolen glances as her arrousal increased as he carefully washed her body. He knew he had spent more time than necessary on her breast and between her legs but he wanted her to enjoy as well as be clean for the sultan. When her body stiffened and her legs clamped tightly around his hand, trapping his fingers between the lips of her sex, he thought he might have gone to far.

Jaleena grasp his hand as her legs let loose their hold on his hand. Not sure what to expect, he felt his hand being pulled upward and watched in fasination as her tounge came out to lick her juices from his fingers. She giggled again as she said, "I still can't get over how good that taste."

The hours ticked by ever so slowly as Artimisus prepared the butterfly. His erection began to ache with the need for release, a release he could not have til he had delivered Jaleena safely again to the Royal Chamber. Satisfied that the Sultan would approve, he finished her hair, and slipped her cloak back on as they headed down the long tunnel. Oh, how he would have loved to have this one for himself. Her head turned to look at him as he chuckled to himself. "Your pardon, M'Lady. I meant no offense."

"There is none taken, Artimisus. Thank you for your attention. You have wonderful hands and I will remember you for the help you have given me." she said. The gong sounded, the doors were opened, and Artimisus slipped quietly to his vantage point to see if tonight was to be the night.

 

[ranajja]

Dr. Fellhardt

With hungry eyes, Suzanna watched him dismiss the slaves--

Ohhh, this young man is soooo—so hot, so powerful, so commanding, so, so, soooo damn sexy…

There was no time to lose, it was now or never, she decided. Suzanna had almost orgasmed from simply watching Jaleena pleasure Singha with her sweet mouth. She knew he was hot, horny, and ready…for her…

She wanted him, needed him. Her knees trembled at the thought of his mouth, his hands, his fingers, his dick—touching her, licking her, fucking her—all of her intimate places would be his for the taking.

Ahh, he was retiring to his innermost chambers, where there was no recorder—yet. She quickly gathered what she needed to set one up, then began to undress.

Studies of the past were very encouraged, but certain rules were strictly enforced. The equipment allowed through the travel mechanism were for recording purposes only. No souvenirs were allowed to be brought back from the past and no modern trinkets were allowed into the past. The researcher had to go through the portal naked with his or her recording equipment—which could get, well, complicated at times, but Suzanna found it challenging, and very exciting, especially now.

She would “step through” directly into his little inner sanctum. Despite the warnings from the old sci fi novels, the time travel devices had buffers to prevent the traveller from “materializing” inside a solid object. And the added “shimmer effect” upon entry or exit was worth every penny it had cost.

Suzanna would use the shimmer to her full advantage with this man, play “goddess” if necessary—but she would have him, every hot, sexy inch of him.

Completely nude, Suzanna triggered the travel portal, and recorders in hand, stepped through the portal door.

The intense cold only lasted for a relatively short time, but Suzanna welcomed it, knowing her already hard nipples would be hard little points when she reached her destination.

She could almost see him through the shimmer, and licked her lips in anticipation. The doorway became clearer, and she knew she would emerge soon, and his muscular form became more focused, once more loosely wrapped in a dark silk robe.

His back was to her, but she would see him in the polished shield hanging on the wall before him. She could see her entry reflected before him on the shield—a shimmering, warbling of the air, like summer heat rising from the ground. She saw his head turn sharply in the direction of the shield, saw his eyes widen as she stepped through, icy smoke wafting around her as her cold skin met the warmth of his bedchamber. Her auburn hair fell in waves around her shoulders, her nipples were indeed hard points at the tips of her full, upturned breasts.

He quickly turned to face her, eyes still wide with surprise—and a spark of desire?—but his composure was never broken--Ohhhh, he was magnificent!—but before he could speak, she lowered her eyes and, hiding the small recording device in one hand, held the other hand to him, palm up. “Your majesty, I am but a traveller, and I request shelter for the evening,” she said huskily, raising her eyes to his. “You would find me most, mmmm, grateful…..”