Foreign Correspondent

[haremfaery]

Life was much the same as it had been with Togo. Although with so many slaves in the harem, she did get some respite. However, being an infidel and exotic with her pale beauty and red locks, she was called for often for the Pasha's entertainment and that of his friends.

Fatima ensured that Talia drank tea containing herbs to thwart any pregnancies. She would not have the girl bear the Pasha a child. She expected his interest in the girl would wane eventually, but could not change the girl having a son. Nor did Talia wish to have a child in such circumstances. Besides, she had heard whispers of slaves or concubines that rose too high in the Pasha's favor who died under mysterious circumstances.

She took her pleasure where she could. Her clothing, when she wore any, was gauzy cotton. No constricting corsets, no kimonos or obis or strange shoes that made you walk in a shuffle.

She resigned herself to her fate and lived from day to day since she had no idea what her future might hold. She knew there was no escape. She was just thankful that the Pasha (and therefore Fatima) would not allow any permanent marks on her skin.

 

[cgraven]

Talia Carlton’s life in Pasha Kartal Avci’s Harem had settled down into a pattern of sexual use and abuse. Where Togo had merely been sadistic he had often taken Talia to his bed and took her as a man would take a woman. Yet he had always been demanding of her always the Master even when he bedded her. Kartal never bedded Talia. Oh yes he would take great joy in fucking her bent over the table as he took her from behind so his guest could see his master of his redheaded western beauty. It was always the prelude to him offering Talia Carlton to his guests to use or abuse as they desired. Avci enjoyed hanging large pearls from the diamond studs that pierced Talia’s sensitive nipple to tug at those sweet pink buds. He would also hang a large pearl from Togo’s golden ring, the large pearl caressing, and pressing to Talia’s clit as his guests fucked her.

When Kartal was through with the sweet little blue eyed beauty she would then be returned to the harem and into Fatima’s clutches where she was the erotic beauty’s little redheaded pet. Some nights Fatima would be the tender mistress and lover. Other nights Fatima was the cruel and demanding dominatrix savoring each gasp, groan, and shuttering moan of pain and heady pleasure. Yet there was always threat of the juice of the poppy the same threat that Isko Tagaya had made just before he claimed Talia’s virginity and had made her his blue eyed concubine. She had been repealed at loosing herself to a drugged induced haze where she would lose all that made her Talia Carlton. Fatima made sure that her little pet was daily given the herb that would lessen the chance that Talia would become with child from Avci’s seed as well as powerful aphrodisiac that would keep the young western beauty’s supple young body hungering to be used and even abused for the pleasure it would bring her.


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Sergeant Peter O’Halerin search of Damascus had proven fruitless. There was no sign of Talia Carlton there or even a hint of a rumor that a western beauty was held in captivity of some harem. That left Bagdad.
It seemed that the provincial Governor Pasha Kartal Avci had a very special delight in his harem, a delight he enjoyed sharing with his special guests. The problem was how to be invited to one of the Pasha’s Special Banquets. After much thought O’Halerin decided the guise of an Irish arms merchant, working for Krupp Arms with an interest in all things oriental seemed the best ploy. For the moment all that Sergeant Peter O’Halerin could do was wait.

 

[haremfaery]

One day bled into the next, sometimes literally, for Talia. While she avoided the juice of the poppy offered to her in a number of ways, she had begun smoking hashish in one of the many hookahs in the harem. It gave her some respite from her troubles without the burning addiction of the poppy.

The other odalisques became more friendly and helpful to her once they realized that as long as the Pasha and Fatima had Talia to torment, the others were mostly left alone.

Talia took her pleasure where and when she could find it. In the lovely gardens filled with birds of every color and the sound of water in the fountains. In the baths where she was massaged and pampered. And in the exquisite jewelry she was adorned in, even if that was all she was permitted to wear on many occasions.

 

[cgraven]

Sergeant Peter O’Halerin Had cooled his heels in Bagdad for over three weeks. He had had several meetings with Pasha Kartal Avci as they discussed potential arms purchases of several Krupp 77mm field guns, over strong Turkish coffee. There were far ranging conversations about several aspects of Turkish, Arab, and the mixture of oriental cultures that made Bagdad the fabled city it was. O’Halerin did not press to hard, he did nothing to arouse the cautious Pasha suspicions. In the evenings he spent his time in the city’s cafes. O’Halerin had adopted native dress when away from the governor’s palace. Peter O’Halerin let it be seen that he sat and talked with the Imams in their mosque. Sergeant Peter O’Halerin knew that Avci would have him discreetly followed. The Sergeant used all the guile that he had learned in his many years in espionage, to present the image of a man, who may be a westerner by birth, but was more eastern in his private life, accepting the ways of the Ottoman Empire. O’Halerin had just about given up hope when a soft knock came at the door of his Inn’s room.

“Enter.”

O’Halerin softly spoke. He did not go to the door as a western would have, but assuming it must be a servant, and had simple commanded him to enter, in the eastern fashion.

Ahmad entered at the man’s command. O’Halerin had spoken in Arabic, granted his pronunciation need work but he had not spoken in English.

“Effendi my master Pasha Avci has sent me to invite you to a banquet this evening in his private dinning room.”

“You may tell your Master I would be honored to break bread with him.”

Ahmad was favorably impressed with the westerner’s choice of words and his demeanor.

”Effendi if you will dress I shall escort you to the palace now.”

“ Attend me!”

Sergeant Peter O’Halerin chose eastern dress, a long flowing midnight blue robe, a long vest like garment that hung just below his knees in scarlet, and a simple white turban that would allow him to draw the tail over his face to conceal his features. He let Ahmad assist him in dressing, treating the eunuch as a servant.
Peter O’Halerin was escorted to Pasha Avci Place yet he was not lead to the public room that he had often visited over the last three weeks, but instead was led to the private quarters. Kartal acknowledged O’Halerin with a salaam as Ahmad showed to Peter to his place, at Avci’s right hand. The Sergeant easily settled crossed legged at the low table, his movement fluid, and natural. He was not the only guest, three other portly men, obviously favored officials of his court were also at table.

The meal was sumptuous, quail, peacock tongue, sheep’s eyes in curd and honey, and fruits and nuts in abundance. All through the meal a series of dancing girls entertained the men as they ate, all were defiantly Arab or Turkish beauties. Pasha Avci clapped his hands as he called for the table to be cleared and coffee brought.

“Now for something special Effendi.”

Sergeant Peter O’Halerin cocked his head as if puzzled and yet curious.

“ Draw the tail of your Turban across your face Effendi in the manner of the Arab riders.”

Peter did as he was asked without hesitation, he knew he was being tested.

Kartal smiled as again he clapped his hands.

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Talia Carlton heard the clap of her Master hands. With a sensual fluid grace she came to her master dressed in a scandalous costume that left nothing to the imagination. Her soft blue eyes demurely lowered as he Master required. Talia graceful sank to her knees, her movement sensual and graceful .
It was over a year sense Peter O’Halerin had seen Talia Carlton. The girl he had known would have died of embracement at having to wear such a scandalous outfit. He knew that Talia had rebuffed the cornel’s advances and now she knelt by Avci, for all practical purpose naked as the day she was born.

“Miss Carlton please me with your sweet mouth.”

 

[haremfaery]

This was not an unusual situation for Talia. She was frequently called by the Pasha when he was entertaining guests. She could not dance or play any of the instruments that littered the harem. She only spoke a little Persian and Arabic and so was not fit to sing. She was only useful in one way to bring enjoyment to the Pasha. And like Togo, he enjoyed showing his friends the total control he had over his Western plaything.

Talia knew better than to refuse. Just seeing the devices the Pasha had in his torture chamber made her determined that he would never use them on her. She was thankful he continued to insist that she have no permanent marks. Yet the Pasha, Ahmad, and Fatima were all experts at inducing exquisite pain without ever breaking her skin.

She knelt before her master. She paid no attention to the men sitting in a circle around him. She licked her lips and got to work. By now, she knew what the Pasha liked and didn't like. She had been punished enough to know exactly what to do.

She licked his cock to start, then using her hands at the base, she took his cock into her mouth and sucked it to full hardness. She used the pace he liked and held his balls as if they were precious. She moaned a little as she worked. He liked it when she made noise as if she were enjoying pleasuring him. He pulled her hair away from her face and tangled his fingers in it. He tugged hard when she did something he did not like. If he truly wanted to be cruel, he would tweak her nipples or add heavy pearls or chains of gems to weigh them down.

She could tell he was nearing climax. She looked up at him to determine if he wanted to come in her mouth or on her face or breasts. Or not come at all. To him, spilling his seed on or in her was a gift that he sometimes withheld.

She tried to only think of the moment and not anticipate what would be required of her when he was finished. She knew it would then be time for his guest's to use her as they wished. There were a few occasions when he led them all to his torture room. She pushed that out of her mind.

 

[cgraven]

Sergeant Peter O’Halerin sat emotionless as this sweet young beauty who had been like a daughter to him aboard the Sagamore now sank gracefully to her keens, the tip of her little pink tongue sensually licked her lips, slowly parted and “O”ed around the shaft of her master’s cock. Her little tawny copper head bobbed up and down Avci’s cock. O’Halerin watched as Talia Carlton seemed to willingly deep throat Her Master. Avci fingers tangled in Talia’s tawny copper locks as he pulled his cock from her adoringly suckling mouth. It slipped from Talia’s “O”ed lips with and obscene little POP. The first gushing jet of his cum splattered over Talia’s angelic face, the next over her firm young breasts. His lust satisfied for the moment Avci commanded his little blue eyed concubine.

“Lick yourself clean Miss Carlton.”

Peter O’Halerin could see that Pasha Kartal Avci was a cruel man that delighted in tormenting and humiliating Talia. He knew he must be very careful, if this man enjoyed tormenting westerners, this dinner was a test for him. When Talia Carlton had done as she was commanded Avci once more turned his attention to the winsome young western beauty.

“Miss Carlton you will now pleasure my guests.”

As he spoke he indicated that his Vizier would be the first. The Sergeant watched as Talia went to the man and softly whispered,

“How may I pleasure you Noble Lord.”

The Vizier did not answer the stunning young western beauty but simply bent her over the table and fucked her hard as if Talia was a little bitch in heat. Each thrust had the young redhead’s firm young breasts swaying, and jiggling. Talia mewed and panted for the man as he took her. It did not take long for him to cum and pull out of the ravished young beauty. The next two men sandwiched Talia between them, took her chaste pussy and tight little ass at the same time. They were rough and demanding of her gorgeous young body.

Peter O’Halerin watched in silence as the young girl he had known was used and abused and came for each of the men that had used her so cruelly. Then suddenly Talia was kneeling at his side sweetly cooing,

“How may I please you Noble Lord?”

O’Halerin knew her dare not speak to Talia less she show some sign that she recognized him. In stony silence he bent Talia over the low table, bound her hands at the small of her back, her pert tight little ass high in the air. He took a cord, looped it, Talia Carlton heard a swish and then searing pain exploded in her firm ass. Again and again the lash caressed her ass, curved around her torso and licked at Talia’s breasts, and lashed her hungering pussy. Peter O’Halerin could not believe it as his nostrils were filled with the dark musky scent of Talia’s growing arousal. That intoxicating scent of Talia Carlton’s, drove O’Halerin on as he lashed the young beauty he had once known. He lashed Talia until she came without being granted permission. Pasha Kartal Avci softly applauded as Talia blushed scarlet at her failure.

“Effendi you are truly a Master of the lash.”

Avci Paused and the with a wicked smile bowing his lips he continued.

“Effendi you shall be my guest for the night and Miss Carlton will warm your bed. Feel free to use and abuse her as you desire.”

Talia found that she was being given to this silent stranger for the night her ass and breasts still stinging from his lash. What would he demand of her once they were alone. He did not release her from her bounds but added a loop around her slender neck and bound that cord to the bindings that held her wrists captive at the small of her back.

 

[haremfaery]

He yanked on Talia's "leash" so that her face was turned away from Avci and the rest of his guests. O'Halerin had no choice but to speak. He spoke in a low husky voice. He made a small bow. "The Pasha is most generous. I am sure I will enjoy this night very much. I doubt the slave will be able to say the same."

Talia realized the stranger was not Persian. She had not heard an accent like his in a very long time. Perhaps ... Perhaps he would take pity on her. But he had taken no pity when he beat her. She tried to make herself invisible and not think about what might happen during the night ahead.

The Pasha chuckled. "Perhaps tomorrow I will show the room I use when my slaves misbehave. Miss Carlton knows it well."

Talia stiffened. If the Pasha was in a certain mood it mattered little if a slave did anything wrong or not.

The Pasha clapped his hands and the strong coffee favored in the middle east was brought by a male servant. "Will you join us or are you impatient to go to your room?"

O'Halerin looked Talia over. "With the Pasha's permission, I will take my leave."

"The slave knows the way to the guest chambers." He shooed his hand at them. "Tomorrow you will tell me every delicious detail before we conclude our business."

"Most assuredly, Pasha. Until tomorrow then." O'Halerin clicked his tongue as one would to a horse. "Move along, girl."

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The guest room was one of many along a corridor. It contained a large low bed against one wall and various pieces of furniture all of which seemed to serve dual purposes both functional and sexual. There was also a small tiled tub recessed into the floor for bathing. A door led to a small private garden, and another doorway led to a small water closet. The room was high ceilinged and comfrotably cool. An open chest along one wall contained an assortment of whips, canes, floggers, and sexual devices. On closer observation, the bed was equipped with many tying-off options.

Talia stood for a moment in the middle of the room and then knelt before him. "How may I please you, noble lord?" She kept her eyes on her knees.

 

[cgraven]

Pasha Avci had found himself becoming aroused as he watched the redhead beauty being whipped. He watched as Talia came to the caress of the lash. Chastise and blushing with shame she rose to come and kneel beside her Master her soft blue eyes demurely lowered.

O'Halerin nodded his head in appreciation as Kartal gave him Talia for the night, leashed her and passed the leash to O'Halerin. The sergeant gave the leash a sharp tug bring the sweet little beauty’s attention fully to him. He knew that now he would have to speak and he choose to speak in Arabic less Talia recognize his voice.

"The Pasha is most generous. I am sure I will enjoy this night very much. I doubt the slave will be able to say the same."

O’Halerin brought the young blue eyed beauty to kneel by his side as was his right for she was his for the night by the grace of her Master.

"Perhaps tomorrow I will show the room I use when my slaves misbehave. Miss Carlton knows it well."

Two things struck O’Halerin; the first was there was an ominous note of glee in Kartal’s voice. The second was that his eyes strayed to his Vizier and other guest to see their approving smiles.

"Will you join us or are you impatient to go to your room?"

"With the Pasha's permission, I will take my leave."

"The slave knows the way to the guest chambers. Tomorrow you will tell me every delicious detail before we conclude our business."

His permission granted Peter O'Halerin rose gave a sharp tug on Talia’s leash and drew her to her feet and then shoved the girl before him so she could lead her to the room the Pasha had granted him. Ahmad rose as well and followed them to the room.
The room was sumptuous decorated in the eastern manner even with its own garden. The room was well appointed for either carnal pleasure or carnal torment of this stunning young beauty. Talia Carlton gracefully sank to her knees her firm little derrière resting on her heels and her delicate hands resting on her thighs.

"How may I please you, noble lord?"

Before O'Halerin could reveal himself to Talia a soft knock came at the door.

“Enter!”

The sergeant made no effort to hide the agitation in his voice.

Ahmad entered and bowed low his eyes now down cast, his manner nervous as he spoke.

“Effendi can I be of assistance?”

“No be gone I am well capable of dealing with the girl.”

There was no doubt that Avci had sent the eunuch. As the man backed out of the room Peter O'Halerin had the uneasy feeling that they were being watched. He had seen the delight that Pasha Avci had taken in watching Talia being taken and abused by his guests. If his plan to rescue Talia was to succeed the Pasha’s palace must remain blissfully ignorant. With a sigh he decided that the only course of action was to assume that Avci and his guest would be watching.

Peter O'Halerin went to the chest and selected three items from it, a ball gag, a blind fold, and a flogger. He pressed the ball gag to Talia’s moist ripe lips strapping it tightly in place stealing Talia’s voice from her. Next he robbed the blue eyed beauty of her sight as he tightly blindfolded her. He draped the sinuous leather tongues of the flogger over Talia’s shoulders and drew it to him. Those sinuous leather tongues sensually caressed Talia silken skin, tumbled down over her high firm breasts to cling to the stunning young beauty’s taunt nipples before cascading down on to her lily white thighs. A flick of his wrist and those supple leathery tongues fiery kiss licked at Talia Carlton nipples. She could not anticipate the sensual caress or seductive fiery kiss of the flogger. Peter O'Halerin did his best to make Talia Carlton’s flogging a sensual and seductively arousing affair. He knew that Talia could not beg to cum gagged as she was, that she would be pushed to her limits, until she had to cum without being given permission, as he decorated her flawless young body with a fine lattice work of crimson stripes.

The musky scent of Talia Carlton’s intoxicating arousal filled the sergeant’s nostrils her little mewling of pain and pleasure a soft muffle whispered around the ball gag. Her gorgeous young body shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat as Talia tried so desperately not to cum. After what must have seemed to Talia to be an eternity her torment would continue until she came hard for O'Halerin.

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Pasha Kartal Avci and his other guests watched his little blue eyed concubines torment at the hands of the man that Avci had given to her to him for the night. Their own passions aroused they left Talia and the man to themselves as they called for other beauties to satisfy there awaken lust from what they had seen

 

[haremfaery]

The stranger barely spoke and kept his face covered. Talia wondered if he was disfigured in some way or if his anonymity was something he cultivated. The pasha was known for entertaining guests of dubious morals and occupations.

She could not see, she could not speak. The pasha was correct, this man was a master of the lash. He teased with the flogger and then struck. He repeatedly hit the same spot so that her skin was on fire, then he used it like a caress. Talia was hopelessly aroused. She tried to beg. For him to stop. For him to let her come. But she could only moan and whimper. Finally, she could no longer contain herself. She came hard and fell exhausted at his feet.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Drool fell in a trickle from her mouth to wet her chin and her breasts.

 

[cgraven]

Sergeant Peter O'Halerin told himself that his harsh treatment of Talia Carlton was because he believed that Avci and his guest were secretly watching, yet if he was honest with himself there was something about this sweet little blue eyed beauty that aroused him, and enkindled his darkest desires. It was an attraction he had fought when she was on the Sagamore. After all she was a young lady and he was an old sergeant coming to an end of his military career, what could she see in him other than perhaps a father figure? It was a role he had accepted to be near to her.

Talia was a fallen woman, fallen from grace, and wantonly embraced the lash. Her gorgeous young body arched to both the sensual caress and the fiery biting kisses of the flogger’s sinuous leathery tongues. That supple lithe young body bucked and thrashed in pain and ecstasy. Robbed of her sight by the blindfold, Talia still turned her stunning blue eyes to him, her chin lifted, as if to implore him to let her cum. Soft mewing, sensual gasps, and seductive moans of pleasure escaped from around the ball gag that had robbed Talia of her voice. Talia Carlton came, came hard for him.

The stunning young creature fell exhausted prostrate at his feet. She was his given to him by her Master to use or abuse Talia was his to do with as he wished. Something in back of O'Halerin mind nagged at him, the vision of the carefree innocent young beauty that had come to him to learn how to better defend herself against the threats she might encounter in the war zone. Now as Talia Carlton lay prostrate at his feet Sergeant Peter O'Halerin once more saw that innocent trusting young girl. He swept Talia into his arms, as if she was light as a feather, he carried her to the bed. He laid her on the black silken sheets, Talia’s pale flawless beauty highlighted by the contrast, and O'Halerin had no doubt that Avci was watching. The sergeant sensually slid his hands up the girl’s arms, stretching Talia’s hands above her head. He lightly bound her wrists; his lips fleeting brushed the blindfold young beauty’s moist ripe lips. O'Halerin seductively kissed his way down the sensual curves of Talia’s magnificent young body, down her long sculptured legs. He kissed each of her trim ankles before he drew them apart and lightly bound them in place. Talia Carlton was bound spread eagled, her stunning young body perfectly displayed. O'Halerin kissed his way back up her supple lithe body, again his lips seductively brushed Talia’s, his lips brushed her earlobe as he softly whispered,

“Miss Carlton I am here to rescue you.”

Talia was still blindfolded and gagged.

“I fear the Pasha or his guests are watching us, forgive me Miss Carlton on what I must do.”

O'Halerin swallowed hard as he freed her from the ball gag, his lips claimed Talia before she could reply. Talia could feel him between her thighs, the ridge line of his cock brushed her silken thigh. Freed of the blindfold Talia Carlton could see that it truly was Sergeant Peter O'Halerin that was now between her silken thighs. For his part the sergeant had no idea how the young girl would react, did she even want to be rescued. O'Halerin knew he was placing his life on the line, but he had never given up on searching for Talia, the risk was worth taking.

 

[haremfaery]

The stranger still did not speak. He positioned Talia as he wanted her on the bed. She did not resist--What would be the point. She had finally learned to acquiesce if she wanted things to be easier for her. Regardless of all of the abuse and humiliation, she had still be able to keep a part of her to herself. Her deepest thoughts were her own even if she could not voice them.

She was surprised at how tender the man treated her after he had abused her tender skin with the flogger. And then ... and then he whispered words she had given up that she would ever hear.

“Miss Carlton I am here to rescue you.”

Was this yet another cruel joke of the pasha's? But the man spoke again. “I fear the Pasha or his guests are watching us, forgive me Miss Carlton on what I must do.”

She knew then that this was truly a rescue for it was dear Sergeant O'Halerin risking all to come into the lion's den to fetch her home.

She was ashamed that he knew just how low she had fallen and now he would know every bit of her. She had a flare of anger that he had beat her, but she knew that the seargent was playing a very dangerous game. He had to convince the pasha that they enjoyed the same dark desires.

"How?" She said when the kiss ended. "How may I please you, noble lord?" she said a bit louder but doubted anyone could hear their whispers. "Do what you will. It is not my place to receive pleasure, but to be with you tonight is a great joy." This is the sort of false praise she would say to any of the pasha's guests, but tonight it was sincere and held a second meaning.

But how could O'Halerin take her from this place guarded by soldiers and eunuchs? She dearly hoped he had a plan.

 

[cgraven]

O'Halerin’s kiss lingered and deepened longer than was necessary yet when he broke the kiss both he and Talia were breathless. The young redhead blushed a most adorable shade of pink and demurely lowered her eyes from the sergeant’s as she softly sighed,

"How……….How may I please you, noble lord?"

Talia softly whispered. Peter O'Halerin could see the shimmering hope that sprang up in the young girl’s eyes the pleading for him to save her.

"Do what you will. It is not my place to receive pleasure, but to be with you tonight is a great joy."

The sergeant could see that not only hope shown in the depth of Talia Carlton’s soft blue eyes but also doubt as to just how he intended to free her from the Pasha’s closely guarded palace, after all he was just one man. Yet there was also something else shimmered in those soft azure blue eyes a hunger and a need in them that called to Peter’s darker nature. Once more his lips claimed hers, crushed to her soft moist lips in a soul searing kiss, his fingers tightly curling into her silken tawny copper hair. His hips arched and the tip of his cock brushed the bound and spread-eagled beauty’s soft moist labia. Slowly the sergeant broke their kiss, his lips clinging to Talia’s moist ripe lips till the last possible moment. His light sensual kisses traced the sculptured line of her jaw, the sensual bow of Talia’s slender neck; those taunting lips claimed her soft pale pink nipple. As he gently suckled that sweet taunt little rosebud nipple Peter O'Halerin thrust his hips forward, gently bit now on Talia’s throbbing nipple and impaling the bound beauty on his cock.

Sergeant Peter O'Halerin no longer cared if Avci, or any of his guests were watching from some hidden hiding place. All he cared about was this gorgeous young creature and the pleasure her supple young body could provide him and the dark forceful pleasure he could bring to her.

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Captain Simpson paced the bridge of battleship Oregon

Captain Simpson the signal lamp has been sighted and it is green.

The signalman of the watched declared.

“30 degrees starboard………..clear for action stations………..bring main batteries to bear……target Pasha Avci’s place…………Fire one round then call away the landing party.

 

[haremfaery]

Talia could do little but trust O'Halerin. Surely the Sagamore was nearby but how could he possibly get her out of here? The women's rooms were deep inside the palace guarded within by eunuchs and without by royal guards. There were guards all over the palace. There was no way that the pasha would sell her to O'Halerin. She just had to be patient and trust the Sergeant had a plan.

In the meantime, she had to act as if O'Halerin was just another of the pasha's guests that she had to "entertain."

Talia moaned when O'Halerin entered her. If someone had told her when she first began her journey that she would be coupling with the dear sergeant in a few year's time, she would have scoffed.

She struggled against her bonds wishing she could touch him. As it was, she moaned and cried out in genuine pleasure. When she felt her peak nearing, she begged him to pull her hair, pinch her nipples, or hurt her in some way. It shamed her to ask, but if the pasha was still watching, it would be expected.

They would be able to whisper post-coitus and she could discover O'Halerin's plan for escape.

 

[cgraven]

Sergeant Peter O'Halerin had placed a pillow under the small of Talia’s back titling her delicious little pussy up for better access to that delightful treat. It was just what Pasha Avci would expect of the “Master of the Lash”. But at the moment Kartal Avci was the last thing on O'Halerin’s mind. Was this the same naïve innocent girl he had first met in Springfield who had hurried to collect her things to go on her first big adventure, her first assignment as a Foreign Correspondent? The girl he had spared with on the Sagamore as he tried to teacher her some basic self defense? Yes she was, was the girl that haunted his dreams, had tugged at the edge of his mind, and had fired much darker desires as he had watched the sway of her hips, savored the sensual curve of her breasts, and the seductive firm curve of the girl’s ass.

Talia Carlton gasped and a sensual moan escaping her moist ripe lips as Sergeant Peter O'Halerin entered her chaste young body. He loved the feel of her body as Talia’s pussy clenched at his cock, the dark smoldering fire he saw in her stunning blue eyes, and the upwards thrust of her hips as this adorable young creature met his powerful thrust. The sergeant mouth crushed to the redheaded beauty’s mouth his tongue trust into her mouth to sample its summer wine sweetness and to dance with her little pink tongue. O'Halerin was powerful in his dominance, as he made love to Talia Carlton. This was no longer the innocent you waif that he had know on the Sagamore but a darkly sensual and seductive beauty that he lusted for. Time and again he brought Talia to the brink of the abyss, let her titter on the edge before denying the bound beauty. He loved the way that Talia begged and pleaded for him to pull her hair, pinch her nipples, and gasped for him to hurt her in some way.

Peter O'Halerin’s fingers entwined in Talia’s tawny copper hair, his wrist turned as he drew the bound beauty’s hair tighter and tighter unit a gasp and little sob bubbled from the girl’s lips. His lips slid from hers, his head bent to Talia’s heaving breasts, he licked nipped and bit Talia, as he explored the contours of her breasts, and his tongue flicked at her pierce nipples until Talia bucked and thrashed with in her bonds. Before he simple breathed,

“Come for me Miss Carlton, come for me NOW!”

Sergeant Peter O'Halerin seemed to effortlessly rip a sears of cascading orgasms from the young redhead. He used her, abused her and made love to her. He was an erotic mixture of pain, pleasure and love. Sometime during the night he had freed Talia from her bounds. He had taken her and used her until she was spent and exhausted to lay in his arms, her head resting on his chest her tawny copper hair in wild disarray, a fiery halo framing her angelic face. His leg was possessively draped over Talia’s hip and leg. He kissed the crown of her head and whispered,
“Be ready when I say go and get behind me and stay there.”

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Captain Simpson turned to the Oregon’s Gunnery officer.

“Fire.”

The Gunnery Officer repeated the command, ”Fire”!

All six of the battleships 10 inch guns barked the shells straddling Pasha Avci’s Palace.

“Away the boarding party.”

The 1st Lieutenant led a platoon of Marines and two platoons of armed sailors over the side to take and hold the Pasha’s Place.

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At the Bark of theOregon’s main guns the Sergeant gathered Miss Talia Carlton into his arms,

“Quickly thrown on a western dress and bet behind me Miss Carlton.”

Peter O'Halerin let the young redhead slip from his arms as he pulled on his trousers and a shirt.

 

[haremfaery]

Talia was in a haze of afterglow. Her body still tingled, throbbed, and ached. She traced old scars on the sergeant's chest. When he whispered, “Be ready when I say go and get behind me and stay there.”

She could scarce believe that her ordeal would be over. That she would be back on a US ship and safe very soon. That was, of course, if they could escape the palace. She had to trust that O'Halerin knew he was doing. All traces of her lethargy left her as she anticipated what would happen next.

Still, the loud blast startled her. She would have lept from the bed if O'Halerin hadn't held her tightly to him for a moment.

"Western dress?" This was a guest room. But the pasha had accoutered it with all manner of sexual devices for pleasure and pain, perhaps there was an assortment of clothing for role playing games as well.

As soon as O'Halerin let her go, she began looking in chests and armoirs looking for something suitable. She found under clothes and a corset. Stockings, but no proper shoes, just the embroidered slippers worn in the palace. She found a skirt that was suitable, but no blouse. Instead, she took a veil and wrapped it around her upper torso. It was the best she could do in the short time she had.

She stood behind the sergeant as he directed and waited for his next instructions.

 

[cgraven]

From the first thunderous salvos of the Oregon’s 10 inch guns things began to move very quickly. Shot rang out in the hallways of Pasha Avci hallway, the distinct bark of the Pasha’s guard’s Mauhsers , mixed with the staccato crack of the landing parties’ Kreg-Jurgenson’s. The screaming of the women of the harem as the sailors and Marines searched for the Pasha or Sergeant O'Halerin and the young American woman reported to be held captive.

Sergeant Peter O'Halerin stood ready to defend Talia as he heard the hammering of rifle butts at the room’s door. He watched as the door splintered and then was knocked off its hinges. His body tensed fro it was not the naval landing party he faced but Pasha Avci’s personal guard. He watched as they leveled their rifles as he pushed Talia behind him. A shot rang out but it was not Peter O'Halerin that fell but one of the Pasha’s guards, more shots rang out, O'Halerin turned pushed Talia to the floor and covered her with his own body. The fire fight was short lived when a voice came to him.

“Sergeant, Sergeant Major O'Halerin Commander Metcalf of the USS Oregon Are you all right, have you located Miss Carlton?”

Peter O'Halerin slowly rose from where he was lying and then extended his hand to Talia.

“Yes Commander she is here and unharmed.”

The landing party fell in around the Sergeant and Talia Carlton their rifles at port arms. Commander Metcalf led the party to Avci private dining room where Pasha Kartal Avic stood under guard and fuming at the invasion of his palace. The Commander did not give the haughty and outraged Pasha an opportunity to speak.

“Pasha Avci you are free to make a protest of my action this evening………..”

Metcalf paused for a moment before continuing.

“……..That is if you wish to spark an international incident and explain to the American Government and your own in Istanbul why you were holding an American Citizen in captivity, against her will.”
Commander Metcalf knew well that Istanbul cared little who Avci enslaved as long as it was a private matter but once a matter of international knowledge Istanbul would have to make a example of him.

“Miss Carlton and we will be taking are leave now Pasha Avci.”

There was little the man could do but hold his temper and bemoan the loss of his gorgeous blue eyed western concubine. The landing party along with Talia Carlton and Sergeant Major Peter O'Halerin returned to the Battleship Oregon. All eyes were on Talia as she came aboard, and whispers greeted her as it was obvious that scuttlebutt of her captivity had already spread trough out the ship

 

[haremfaery]

When the door to their room splintered open, Talia was afraid the rescue was over before it had begun. There stood the Pasha's personal guards. She could only hope they guards would kill them outright rather than drag them to the Pasha's dungeon.

But then ...

The guardsmen were felled by other bullets. It was true. They were rescued.

Talia thought she might faint from relief. But the gallant Sergeant put a strong arm around her waist to keep her upright.

Instead of going to the main door, they went further into the palace to Avci's private chambers. Talia shivered. She thought she would never need look on the man again.

She thought the marines were going to kill the pasha. When they didn't, she snatched the saber from O'Halerin's side and launched herself at the pasha. O'Halerin was at her side in a moment holding her back. "Let me go! Let me go!" She struggled against his grip. "I'll kill him. Le me kill him."

But O'Halerin pulled her to his chest and held her tightly. He stroked her hair and made comforting cooing sounds to calm her while he removed the blade from her hand. Then they walked out of the palace with the guard.

~~~~~​

Once aboard the Oregon O'Halerin relaxed perceptively. Talia did not. She saw the way the men looked at her when they thought she couldn't see. While she couldn't understand what was being said, she heard the whisperings. Just what stories were being spread about her? That she was captive in a harem was gossip worthy on its own, but did they know any more than that? She felt as if her tatoo was glowing through her skirt for all to see.

She clutched O'Halerin's arm as if he were a life preserver. One of the sailors led them to a cabin. "Sir, you cabin is right next to Miss Carlton's. I expect the captain will want to see you both, but for now. Relax and collect yourselves. If there is anything you need--use the comm. Miss Carlton, I'm sorry your cabin doesn't have many comforts. We are a battleship after all. But you are safe now and we'll be making all haste back to the US." He saluted the sergeant. "Sir. Miss." He turned on his hell and walked off.

 

[cgraven]

"Let me go! Let me go!"


Talia Carlton’s words echoed in Sergeant Major Peter O'Halerin's mind. He had seen the wild desire in Talia’s soft blue eyes to kill Pasha Kartal Avci in a very personal and vicious way. The images of how he had treated her, had so easily commanded her at that private dinner, and the sweetly submissive way that Talia had obeyed his every whim and wish even being given to him to be used in any way he desired. O'Halerin could only guess at what dark forces Talia had endured to have transformed her form the innocent spirited young girl he had know on the Sagamore to the erotic concubine he had witness at that dinner.

Yet there were also other memories that haunted the Sergeant Major. The visions the ball gag, the blind fold, and the flogger. The way Talia could only moan and whimper, the way her gorgeous young body had arched to the caress and fiery kiss of the flogger until finally, she could no longer contain herself. She came hard and fell exhausted at his feet. Try a he may he could not banish those images from his mind or the adorable way Talia had looked bound to the bed and offering him her body and soul.

"Sir, you cabin is right next to Miss Carlton's. I expect the captain will want to see you both, but for now. Relax and collect yourselves. If there is anything you need--use the comm. Miss Carlton, I'm sorry your cabin doesn't have many comforts. We are a battleship after all. But you are safe now and we'll be making all haste back to the US."

The Marine orderly’s words brought the Sergeant Major back to the present as he acknowledge the Marine’s salute.

There was a deep sadness in Talia Carlton’s soft azure blue eyes. Despite all that she had been through there was a shy innocence still in those clear blue eyes as well that gave the young redheaded beauty the alluring appearance of youthful innocence and the sensual concubine all at once. O'Halerin gave Talia a hug held her in his arms for a moment,

“Miss Carlton I will be next door if you need anything…………if you need to talk.”

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The voyage from Bagdad to Italy had taken two days, two very long days where Talia had to face the wondering looks of the Oregon’s officers, and the whispered conversations of the enlisted men and their little glances and chuckles when they thought the stunning young beauty was out of ear shot. When the Oregon paid a port call in Marseilles, France, O'Halerin took Talia ashore, he knew she needed a break from the oppressive confines of the Battleship.

“A shopping tour for some new clothes Miss Carlton.”

He was giving Talia the opportunity to be rid of the things she had worn in her captivity. The first shop that they came to the sales clerk smiled and greeted them,

“How may I be of assistance?”

She smiled at O'Halerin,

“Your wife is quite a stunning beauty Sir.”

 

[haremfaery]

"Sergeant, would you like to come in for a bit? I don't think I'm ready to be alone." She remembered saying something like that to Agape and how he had betrayed her. But Sergeant O'Halerin would never do that. He was an honorable man, even though he had to do dishonorable things in order to rescue her. She could not hate him for that.

~~~~~​

Talia blushed at the clerk's assumption that she and the Sergeant were married.

"We're not ... Sergeant O'Halerin is a dear friend." Talia told her. "I'm in need of a new wardrobe. Where better to shop than in France?" She smiled. Shopping for clothes was such an ordinary thing. A thing she had not done in some time. Her masters had decided what clothes she would have and when to wear them. Or not wear them.

"I need a few dresses and underpinnings. And a nightgown. Oh, and do you sell shoes here?"

 

[cgraven]

That first night aboard the Oregon was a trial of O'Halerin’s will when Talia Carlton had breathed her request,

"Sergeant, would you like to come in for a bit? I don't think I'm ready to be alone."

Thos words stirred images of Talia weathering beneath the lash, of her gorgeous young naked body bound to that bed as she had willingly offered her body, and soul in her desperate need to escape the hell her young life had become. As much as he wanted to take her and once more enjoy her supple young body, he instead had enfolded Talia in his arms and held her in the security of his arms. There was no denying what his body wanted as it pressed to her but it was her damaged young spirit that he tended that night, just to be held and safe with no demands made on her.

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"We're not ..... Sergeant O'Halerin is a dear friend."

Talia stammered as she demurely lowered her eyes.

"I'm in need of a new wardrobe. Where better to shop than in France?"

Talia Carlton’s soft azure blue eyes remained demurely lowered as a shy little smile bowed her moist ripe lips. O'Halerin could not help but noticed that Talia had a pronounced submissive nature, one possessed of a natural sensual grace. Each little move, each little breathy word she uttered fired the Sergeant’s desire for her and yet he knew that years laid between the vibrant young beauty and himself, how could he be more than a father figure to her, perhaps her deliverer, despite what had passed between them at Avci’s palace.

"I need a few dresses and underpinnings. And a nightgown. Oh, and do you sell shoes here?"

“But of course Mademoiselle.”
To anyone one that saw them they would assume that Talia was O'Halerin Mistress. Their age difference irrelevant in French society, in fact it would be expected.

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When they returned to the Oregon late that afternoon the Sagamore was moored aside her as both vessels floated above the harbor and Jonas Pincheon was waiting for them.

“ I am pleased to see you again Miss Carlton.”

Pincheon made no mention of Talia’s captivity but he remained aloof and at a distance.

“Miss Carlton the Sagamore will be returning you to the States.”

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Talia was once more settled into her former cabin next to Pincheon’s, Sergeant was once more berthed with the Marine guard. They had been underway for three days when a knock came on Talia’s door.

“Miss Carlton I have a proposition for you.”

Jonas Pincheon spoke through the door.

“I think we could make a great deal of money if we published your adventures as a concubine in Japan and the Ottoman Empire.”

 

[haremfaery]

Sergeant O'Halerin was such a good friend. He comforted Talia, held her and made her feel safe. He made no demands, in fact he only touched her in the most platonic of ways. She couldn't bring herself to ask him about Agape, or to tell him of Agape's betrayal. Not just now. Perhaps later. She knew she had to tell him eventually.

~~~~~​

Talia picked out a few dresses and even modeled them for the sergeant. She found it amusing that despte what she told the clerk, the woman still beleived she must be O'Halerin's mistress since she wasn't his wife.

It was pleasant to be occupied wiht everyday matters and to be away from the ship and the looks of the sailors.

he clerk said she would box up Tali'a, or rather, o'Halerin's purchases and have them delivered to the Oregon for her.

The two left the shop and continued on, eating lunch at a bistro. Window shopping arm-in-arm afterward and finally returning to the Oregon.

~~~~~​

Pinchon had always been a no-nonsense man, and he continued to to be. Talia thought he would at least acknowledge something of what she had been through, if only to compliment her pluck for having survived it all.

"I look forward to returning home after being away for so long." But did she really? She would be the subject of more gossip.

~~~~~​

Talia missed having O'Halerin at her side, but he had to return to his duties aboard ship. She spent her days reading old newspapers to catch up on all that she had missed. She tended to take her meals in her room to avoid the eyes and whispers of the crew.

Pincheon's knock was a welcome interruption to her self-enforced solitude.

She opened the door to him. "Please come in." She remembered on her first voyage when he had made quite a different proposition.

“I think we could make a great deal of money if we published your adventures as a concubine in Japan and the Ottoman Empire.”

"I will admit, sir, that I had thought about it. But what I experienced is not for the faint of heart. I fear my story would have to be severely edited." She paused. "I had begun writing in secret while in Japan. I was even able to take my journals with me when I was taken to Baghdad. But the nature of my escape precluded me from bringing them with me. I expect the pasha has added them to his collection of erotica and perhaps has learned a thing or two from my Japanese masters." She shivered a little at the memory.

"I have also thought about the necessity of changing my name. I will forever be associated with what happened to me. I have experienced the whispers on board both the Oregon and here. Through no fault of my own, I am a fallen woman. I will be shunned. Or made the subject of titillation. Writing a book would only make it worse. But I do need to make a living. What are your thoughts about the book?"

 

[cgraven]

Jonas Pincheon had listen to Sergeant Major Peter O'Halerin report on the rescue of Miss Talia Carlton, and those he maintained a straight noncommittal face he found himself becoming more excited as the details of Talia’s captivity in Japan, and Bagdad became more evident even though the Sergeant Major did not go into vivid details of that captivity. As he listened to the report Pincheon remembered how Miss Carlton had spurned his advances, his attempt to kiss her on their outbound voyage from the States to Japan. Pincheon made up his mind that the voyage from France to the States would be quite different; after all she was a fallen woman now.

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"Please come in."

Talia was standing with the door half shielding her gorgeous young body, looking as pure as the new driven snow but he knew better as he entered the little redhead’s cabin. Pincheon started by making what many would consider a scandalous proposition.

“I think we could make a great deal of money if we published your adventures as a concubine in Japan and the Ottoman Empire.”


Jonas let just a hint of a blush kiss his cheeks as if he was slightly embarrassed at proposing the idea.

"I will admit, sir, that I had thought about it. But what I experienced is not for the faint of heart. I fear my story would have to be severely edited."

Pincheon was pleasantly surprised that Talia Carlton did not immediately slap his face at his scandalous suggestion. His eyebrow arched at Talia’s confession that she had been keeping a journal of her dark sexual captivity.

"I have also thought about the necessity of changing my name. I will forever be associated with what happened to me. I have experienced the whispers on board both the Oregon and here. Through no fault of my own, I am a fallen woman………

Jonas Pincheon was only half listening to her as let his eyes drink in the sensual beauty of the gorgeous young creature that stood before him, as he pictured her naked and kneeling at his feet, unable to refuse anything that he demanded of her.

……… the subject of titillation. Writing a book would only make it worse. But I do need to make a living. What are your thoughts about the book?"

“Well Miss Carlton I feel that the book would sell better if you did not spare the dark details of your captivity. It then would become a powerful cautionary tale to other young women contemplating entering a man’s world.”

As always Jonas’s face remained unreadable, calm and placid as he made his proposal.

“Shall we say 5% of the royalties would be your payment Miss Carlton, the more salacious the grater your profits.”

Jonas Pincheon slowly let a smile bow the corners of his mouth as he continued.

“ I believe your Japanese Masters must have taught you the position of display Miss Carlton. You will disrobe now and assume that position Miss Carlton.”

Pincheon smile broaden as he saw the fury in Talia’s stunning azure blue eyes. Jonas then struck at what he perceived was her Achilles Heel.

“It would be a shame if Sergeant Major O'Halerin would have to face a Court Marshal for his actions in your Rescue Miss Carlton and he so close to his retirement.”

Pincheon’s threat was quite clear, Talia could submit, or O'Halerin would pay for her refusal.

 

[haremfaery]

"First, I do not know how comfortable I would be about writing an uncensored version fo what happened to me. Second, I would think an uncensored book would only be able to be sold privately thus limiting sales. But I would have to do some research to find out if my suppositions are true. My book as a cautionary tale for women? I doubt any woman wold want to be caught reading such a scandalous work."

She stepped back a bit. Pincheon was an imposing man. He knew it and used it to his advantage to intimidate people. At least this way she wasn't craning her neck to look up at him.

"Five percent! Sir, that is an insult. For a book of this sort, I will take nothing less than 40%." That was actually more than she would accept, but she needed to start the negotiations at a place where she could lower her amount and still get something more than the going rate.

But what he said next shocked her. “I believe your Japanese Masters must have taught you the position of display, Miss Carlton. You will disrobe now and assume that position, Miss Carlton.”

Talia's anger flared like lightning. How dare he! After all she had been through he thought he could command her?

She slapped his face. Hard.

He barely blinked. He remained calm. When he spoke, his voice was even. “It would be a shame if Sergeant Major O'Halerin would have to face a Court Marshal for his actions in your rescue, Miss Carlton, and he so close to his retirement.”

"You wouldn't! The sergeant is your friend. This is the worst sort of blackmail. You are as despicable as the pasha and my Japanese masters. I had thought this depravity was solely Eastern, but I see now that all men must have the potential for this sort of darkness." Her cheeks had flared red with her anger. Her eyes were bright. She clenched her hands into fists at her sides. She looked like she might strike him again.

 

[cgraven]

Jonas Pincheon passively listened as Talia voiced her concern about writing an uncensored book of her adventures as a concubine of the Japanese and Pasha Avci.

"First, I do not know how comfortable I would be about writing an uncensored version…….. Second, I would think an uncensored book would only be able to be sold privately thus limiting sales………… I doubt any woman would want to be caught reading such a scandalous work."

Jonas made no reply to Talia’s objections and then again listened as she blushed crimson at his offer of 5% of the profits for her salacious story.

"Five percent! Sir, that is an insult. For a book of this sort, I will take nothing less than 40%."

As Talia stepped back trying to open the distance between them Pincheon took a step forward so that he still towered over her. It was then that he suddenly changed his tack.

“I believe your Japanese Masters must have taught you the position of display, Miss Carlton. You will disrobe now and assume that position, Miss Carlton.”

The young redhead action was instant and dramatic, as she slapped his face, her little hand print crimson on his cheek. Pincheon merely smiled down at Talia as he spoke

“It would be a shame if Sergeant Major O'Halerin would have to face a Court Marshal for his actions in your rescue, Miss Carlton, and he so close to his retirement.”

Jonas could see the outrage in her stunning blue eyes, her fist clenched at her sides, her knuckles with her anger, as Talia Carlton stammered,

"You wouldn't! The sergeant is your friend. This is the worst sort of blackmail. You are as despicable as the pasha and my Japanese masters. I had thought this depravity was solely Eastern, but I see now that all men must have the potential for this sort of darkness."
Jonas Pincheon did not respond to Talia’s accusations but merely took a step forward. For each step that Talia took to open the distance between them until Talia’s back was pressed against her little cabin’s wall.

“Miss Carlton you hold Sergeant Major O'Halerin’s fate in your hands my dear. He never gave up searching for you, he risked his life to rescue you, and he disobeyed his orders to affect your rescue……..”

Jonas spun a series of truth and half truths as he threatened her. Pincheon’s voice trailed off, his bodies so close to Talia’s that she could feel the heat from it wash over her. He slowly reached up, his fingers toying with the top button of her blouse.

“After all Miss Carlton…….”

The first button of Talia’s blouse popped open.

“…………I am not asking…….”

The second button of Talia Carlton blouse parted.

“………..anything that…….”

As the third button of Talia’s blouse parted Pincheon’s finger slid between the thin material of her blouse and her soft silken skin to ease back the material to bare the sensual curve of her breast to him.

“…………you have not done many times before for your foreign Masters Miss Carlton.”

The fourth button of Talia’s blouse parted at her trim little waist, her blouse hanging seductively open, as she was trapped between Pincheon and the cabin’s wall.

“I will not tell you again Miss Carlton disrobe now and assume the position of display or Sergeant Major O'Halerin will be the one to pay for your pious modesty and you a Fallen Woman a concubine that have laid with foreigners.”

Pincheon had, as her foreign Masters’ had, offered Talia the devil’s own choice. He had made it quite clear what was demanding of Talia submit to his will and what the consequences were if she refused him.

 

[haremfaery]

Talia was appalled at Pincheon's words as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. That he would blackmail her by threatening Sergeant O'Halerin's career was beyond her imagining. Did Pincheon covet her so much that he would do such a thing to a man she thought was his friend?

"You act as if I had a choice in what was done to me. You are worse than any of them. I had thought you a gentleman, but you are a cad." It took an act of will for her not to slap him or to shout at him to get out and never come near her again. But she could not let her dear sergeant be ruined for her sake.

She removed her blouse even as she continued to look daggers at Pincheon. She unhooked her skirt and let it slide over her hips to the floor. Her corset was next, followed by her chemise. She could see the lust in Pincheon's eyes as more and more of her was revealed to him. She hesitated before removing her Parisian bloomers knowing it was impossible to hide her tattoo. Her cheeks were flushed in both anger and shame.

She stepped away from her clothes wearing nothing but her stockings and shoes. She hesitated not sure if she should leave them on or not. Finally after a nod from Pincheon, she stepped out of her shoes and rolled her hose down and pulled them off her feet. Still glaring at Pincheon, she knelt and sat back on her heels with her knees splayed open, hands resting on her thigh in the position of display she had been taught.