The Harem...... All Welcome!!!

[BriefcaseRonin]

Buthayna

The Sultan's Daughter left her father's company to rejoin the festivities. She didn't see her uncle but she decided to wait for him. Buthayna took her seat, crossing her leg, and just watching the celebrations. Yes, she joined in on occassion, grabbing a random harem girl and crushing her lips to her's for a passionate kiss, but for most of it she waited. She didn't wait just for her uncle; she also waited for Miranda, her body shaking at the thought of a second rendevouz with her friend.

She tapped her nails gently on the arm of her chair, drinking from a glass that a slave had given her upon her request. Closing her eyes and swaying a bit in her seat to the musicians as they played, enjoying the fragrance of passion and merriment. Ah, this was indeed a good time. A time to enjoy all the perks of her royal heritage without having to deal with thoe inconvenient duties her Father spoke to her of. Luckily, her husband, when she chose one, would take care of such matters for her.

 

[LadyChance]

Zaynab

Zaynab i am here... Breathing a sigh of relief Zaynab lets out a small cry of frustration and shame as she sees the look of pain on Idrial's face. Idrial hadn't done anything wrong other then follow her lead and now she was paying for Zaynab's stupidity. Looking upon her friend laying there in as much pain as she herself was Zaynab decided that it was time to accept what was happening. If not for herself but for her friend, maybe if she just gave in and showed the Sultan that she would be a good slave he would not allow Idrial to be hurt anymore.

Now whether she could do it, would be another question and problem entirely. But if it meant Idrial’s safety in the future anything could be done. Maybe...
Wincing with the pain in her back Zaynab moves slowly almost clumsily towards Idrial, taking in the angry red welts upon her friend’s lovely skin. In places it looked that Idrial had strained and pulled open the angry lashes causing more lines to be formed across her skin.

Switching to their own language saying softly, “I am sorry Idrial I did not mean for this to happen. I should have listened to the slaver, if I had but just done as he told me to then none of this would have happened to you or I. Although I am not concerned with myself anymore, but you on the other hand I am. If in the future I get another idea like the last please promise me not to listen to me. I am going to try not to do anything like that again...”

Even though she had more to say, the door to their small room opens and a amazingly black haired girl steps into the room. Her almond shaped eyes, and exotic grace suggests to Zaynab that here is one of the Sultan’s favorites. Eyeing the newcomer as she shoos away the guards saying something to the fact of not needing them at this point of time. Zaynab watches her come closer to them carrying what looks to be a roll of something within her small hands.

 

[redbaron05]

Akbar rejoins the festival

After his bath Akbar dons his finest uniform with its braid and ribbons and returns to the festival. Seeing his beloved neice Buthayna sitting alone he rejoins his beloved neice and greets her . Retrieving a drink from a passing slave girl as he sits in his place Admiring his young beautiful neice he thinks what a lovely creature she is a fine queen she would make one day

 

[Logan2]

Robert didn't know when the sultan would have time for him, he surly was a busy man and so he decided to look around for a woman himself. He didn't know if it was propper to do, but he guessed it didn't hurt to ask.

He called for a guard and let himself be guided back to the festival, this time remembering the path exactly.

He approached the place where the harem of the sultan waited and asked:

"Is there any lady who would be willing to show me the art of lovemaking?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda stirred in the bed, and smiled in her sleep when Akbar had left. She was curious as to why he had felt pulled away from her arms, but she just shrugged her shoulders and settled back into a quiet slumber.

Later she awoke and saw he was still gone. She could still hear the revelry and the talking from the celebrations. She quietly slipped from the bed and moved to the private bathing chamber of Prince Akbar. The waters were quickly prepared for her by one of the lower slaves and soon she was enjoying the late bath. Her body needed this time to relax, she knew the Prince just like his brother, would have a healthy appitite for morning activities.

A jolt of pleasure arose in her as she thought of his hands upon her in the morning. Soon Miranda was moving from the tub and back to the bed. Her hands moved slowly over her body, and once more she was quivering in release. She brought her hands to her lips and nose. Breathing deep, she inhaled the heady aroma, then licked her fingers clean, once more the beautiful minx found herself embracing the pillow of her lover and falling into another long bout of rest, with promises of the sunlight dancing in her eyes.

 

[WearMeWell]

Nimerah stalks

The sweet and cool of night enwrapped Nimerah as she tracked the assassins goings. Having to squint in the blackness made for slow and frustrating travels.

Coming upon a turn in direction,she lighted down from her mount. Pressing her fingers into the indented earth she tried to piece together his thoughts and intents.

Her mind wandered back to his visage in the dim, flickering light of the tavern. Replaying his movements, his countenance, the absolute calm with which he executed each move.

Sly,silent,and fast....'like a viper' she thought.

Walking along the path of the tracks, she looked on ahead. The Palace;and from the way it was lit at this time of night,they were in celebration.

*A slow nefarious smile crossed her full lips "Perfect."

 

[cati]

Yasmeen attends the wounded.

Yasmeen knelt over the two girls who lay naked on their bellies. She gently pulled back the cotton coverlet that enwrapped the two visions of sensuality, careful not to disturb them more than was absolutely necessary. The healer gasped when she saw the extent of their wounds. The puffy welts and deep lacerations told the story of the cruel punishment they had just recently received. The soft smooth flesh of their backsides riddled with countless numbers of angry red lines, reflecting the sadistic artistry of the Sultan's disciplinarian. Indeed the guard had not been kind in his use of the whip, had not shown one ounce of compassion in his treatment of the new arrivals. But she knew things could have gone much worse for the pair.

Yasmeen went about treating her new patients. She placed the soothing poultices gently over the brunt of their injuries, careful not to scrape against their traumatized flesh. The healer held the plasters in place for some minutes, before she applied the ointment. One of the girls turned to look at her, expressing a weak smile of gratitude. Yasmeen returned the gesture, speaking quietly...

"Rest easy sister, do not fret your situation… you will both be fine I promise you. There will be no physical scars to remind you of your punishment… but I beg you, do not attempt to flee…there will be no second chance given to either of you."

Now that she had the girl's attention she continued...

"Why did you try to run? The Sultan is not a cruel man."
" Jalal bin Khalim would not have spared your lives if he felt you were unworthy of his affection."

"The girls of the harem are highly prized and well treated…given a better life than they could possibly hope to have anywhere else. You and your friend will have everything your heart desires… except perhaps your freedom".

"If you wished to be free", she puzzled, "why did you not run from your former Master?"

Yasmeen continued to gently massage the girl's back with the healing lavender ointment as she waited for the other to speak.

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial didnt have time to awncer Zayab before the healer entered but she understood what she had ment, and wished she could tell Zaynab that it was alright and not to blame herself, because she could have stayed where she was she didnt have to follow....

Biting her lip as the healer applyed her saves, and ointments..., Idrial listened as the healer spoke to Zynab before speaking herself. We had no opprotunity to flee aboard ship, and ... Were constently on guard... No oprotunity presented its self for us to escape until... we arrived and everyone was distracted by the display of the man inturupting the procedings. She said carfully as she moved herself into a better position to see the healer.

After the pain passed from her movements and she opened her eyes Idrial found herself faced with an extreamly lovely women, but then many in the sultans heram were beauties, and she was glad that her mistress would fit in well with them.

Thank you for you kindness and care of our wounds... I am Idrial, and this is my Mistress Zaynab. Idrial had no fear of speaking before Zaynab when there were no guards or royalty about, because she new Zaynab would not take offence to her doing so, but then Idrial thought better of it and lowered her head and eyes..

.I am sorry mistress i spoke out of turn.. she said to Zaynab hoping that she would understand why Idrail was bowing and know what she needed to do. If Idrial spoke out then others in the harem my think Zaynab week, and she didnt want to cause her friend any problems just as Zaynab had promised not to try and flee again Idrial had promised to try and curb her nature and behave her self, and that was going to prove interesting... They needed to be strong and Idrial would do what she could to help and protect Zaynab.

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira is taken to sultan

Almira lay on the silk scatter cushions, she vaguely registered guards calling for her and Habib, and then Habib leaving from his post at the door. But it was all very hazy as if seeing it from the clouds, must be due to that damn sleeping potion the herbalist had given her.

Almira drifted back off to sleep only to be rudely awaken by a palace guard dragging her to her feet.

"On your feet girl, you have displeased the Sultan and you have been summoned to his presence." That said the guard starting dragging her off towards the room where the Sultan was waiting for her.

Almira may have been sleepy but she still had spirit and started to struggle against the guard.

"A pox on you" She spat "and a pox on the Sultan, i hope all your cocks shrivel up and drop off from over use you lechorus old men" Still struggling she continued

"I hope the next slave you capture over powers you and rapes you up the ass so that you know how it feels, i hope..."

With that the guard clamped his hand over Almira's mouth, but Almira had been waiting for this and bit down hard drawing blood and causing the guard to curse and loosen his hold on her. Almira didn't run, she knew there was no point, so she did the next best thing. She kicked the guard right in the groin, casuing him to drop like a stone and groan in pain. But her moment of triumph was short lived as two guards came out of the room where the Sultan was waiting for her. Without any ceremony they both grabbed her and dragged her into the room and threw her onto the ground in front on the Sultan. One of the guards placed his foot upon her head so that it remained lowered in submission to the Sultan.

Almira reached up and grabbed the guards foot twisting as she did so, causing the guard to go down and hit the floor with a large thud. Standing difiently in front of the Sultan, nose defienetly up in the air, shoulders thrown back highlighting her large heaving breasts, her Violet eyes sparking defience.

She hissed at the Sultan, "I will submit to no man, what makes you think that you, Jalal, are any more special then any of the other shriveled cock men that i have met in my life?"

Glaring at the Sultan she awaited his reply.

 

[redbaron05]

Akbar Leaves the festival and checks on the slaves

After drinking and dining Akbar stands and leaves the festival and his beautiful young neice. Adressing one of the nearby guards Akbar asks "Where was the two slave girls taken after their apprehension by the guards and the Sultan had sent them away. The guard replies "Sirethey have been disciplined and are now in the harem being treated by the healer Yasmeen" with a wave of his hand Akbar dismisses the guard to return to his post. Akbar goes to the harem to check on the two girls especially the one with the eyes the color of the water of a desert oasis and hair the color of ripe summer wheat. Seeing the healer Yasmeen with them Akbar lets his eyes roam her body as he watches her as he wonders to himself "I wonder what she would be like in bed." Then he speaks How are they healer its a shame such fine womanflesh had to be disciplined. As Akbar awaits Yasmeen's response he lets his eyes boldly roam over all three beautiful women before him

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira realises the Sultan isn't THAT old

Glaring at the Sultan Almira decides to add insult to injury and gives him an insolent once over.

Starting with his toes she runs an inventory in her head, his feet are tanned and strong looking as feet go she mused to herself. Continuing her pursual she ran her eyes up his long legs, and up to his rather muscular torso.

Oh zounds Almira thought, i think ive made a huge mistake, there is no way that a a body with that muscular structure can belong to a impotent old man.

Almost to scared to look, Almira cranes her head back so that she can get a good look at the face of the Sultan. Her eyes widen as she takes in his impressive height, dwarfing all those around him, they widen still more as she gets her first real glance at his visage.

Ruggedly handsome, with a short cropped black goatee and mustache peppered with gray, as was his hair. Though it was more a distingushed silver rather than grey Almira though absently to herself, still staring at Jalal.

Taking a deep breath she glances into his eyes, and slowly but surely sinks to the ground in a dead faint, the medicines and trials of the last day and night finally catching up with her. As she sinks to the sinks to the floor she cries out, "Father Mustafa please forgive me, he is too handsome to resist"

The last concious thought Almira had before she hit the floor was of Jalal's eyes, they were the most beautiful shade of brown she had ever seen, and with so many secrets and so much history hidden deep in their depths

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne/Nackal

Susanne felt the stirring of the man beside her, she slowly eased back into sleep once she assured herself by his sounds he was only eating. When he slid back into bed, she felt the shifting of the covers and she was again woke up, her irritation growing. She was slowly remembering why she preferred her slaves to sleep on a pallet away from her bed.

When his fingers moved over her skin, she feigned sleep, and hoped he would cease his teasing so she could rest. But when he teased her nipple she groaned in frustration. Her eyes shot up and looked upon him, they were darker then usually, all ready he had made her body hum quietly and she shivered at his touch.

"Slave, I was resting... do not take liberties unless I ask it of you," her voice was thick with a mixture of annoyance and passion, but she would not be swayed. Susanne could not and would not allow this man to have control over her body, she saw no reason to let him see what he did to her.

"You may remain in this bed, or rest on the pallet," she pointed to the unappealing bed in the corner. "But I will tell you when I wish to be mounted, do you understand that?" her eyes flashed with anger and she waited for him to make his decision.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth/Market Place/Stable - with a stranger???

Kenneth made his way to the market place and purchased a small bit of fruit and cheese for his evening meal. He found the Captain of the next departing ship and introduced himself using his title, and claiming to be a servant of Lord Kenneth Raja Ben Evanston. Once the Captain had received the missive that Kenneth had written to his solicitors he then paid him enough coin to keep the man’s silence concerning Lord Evanston’s arrival to the lands of great richness.

He watched the Captain tuck the letter in his breast pocket and he felt a bit of tension leave his body. Slowly he made his way to one of the drinking establishments and settled down to enjoy a stiff drink and the dancing girls on stage. His mind traveled to the three slaves he had seen that morning, and the harem girls that he had seen off and on throughout the day, his sister standing out in his mind. He crushed the bread he was eating and thought of what his sister could be doing at this very moment, he feared that what he imagined her doing was something she was being forced to do.

As the beautiful dancer wove a spell of magic around him, he felt his mind give up the fight to ignore the temptress and soon he like all the other men were lost in the way her body swayed and moved with the music. He felt the heaviness of his coins in his pocket and knew he would make use of them tonight. His eyes locked with the woman’s and he raised a brow at her, she acknowledged him with a smile and a welcoming glance to the walkway that would take them upstairs later.

It was her smile that changed his mind, the knowledge that he was about to pay for the false pleasures of a woman. When the dance was over, she walked toward him, her hips swaying and her full breasts begging for his touch. She slid onto his lap and stroked his shaft with a firmness that spoke of heady promises being fulfilled. He kissed her neck and slid his tongue down the crevice of her breasts, then slipped a coin inside the material that barely covered the heated skin.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, then slid her from his lap and rested her soft ass on the table. “Simply beautiful, your coin gives you the privilege of picking your partner. He kissed her lips, and left her there, an confused expression on her face, and a growing erection in his slacks.

Kenneth made his way back to the stables and slipped inside. He noticed a figure petting the mare that was to be presented to the Sultan’s daughter tomorrow and he watched her silently, his body hidden in the shadows. He didn’t need someone toying with his plans, the animal needed to be riled, he needed to find away into the castle and this woman would not help him do that, if she calmed the creature.

“You should leave,” he told her. “It is not safe to be out this late with no guards to protect you.” He allowed his eyes to rake over her, making his face appear threatening, “You never know what kind of vile creature you’ll run into.”

 

[leopardlover]

"Who said anything about mounting you?" Raising an eyebrow he rolls over in bed, chuckling.

"I merely wanted to see how you responded. And, of course, how you felt against my skin. Now my curiosity is satisfied. Good night."

He's hoping to irritate her by his disinterest, use reverse psychology on her. He plumps the pillow on his sideof the bed, drawing the sheet up to cover his nude form. And anyways, he knows he got to her. In the faint light he saw her gaze, felt her hardened nipple, heard the desire that laced her voice.

"Good night m'lady. Pleasant dreams."

It isa now his turn to try to go back to sleep or at least feign it. He is on his left side, slightly curled into a ball, but nowhere near fully, breathing deep, slow. He looks to be a man about to fall asleep or already swiftly on his way. The only tyhing to contradict his lack of interest, a semihard cock between his legs.

 

[LadyChance]

Zaynab

I am sorry mistress i spoke out of turn. Giving a nod of her head indicating her understanding to Idrial. She understood what the girl was thinking and although she was right Zaynab could not bring herself to berate her friend. After what she herself had done to them, it would have been wrong.

Moving slightly, exhaling sharply with the pain of her actions Zaynab turns so that she may see the healer a bit more clearly. "You are a very good healer, and trust me we will not try to flee again. It is my promise to Idrial, I will not put her through this again. The reason we did not flee on the ship was there would have been no place to go from there. Here there would have been a chance, somewhere that we could have gone and not been brought to punishment."

This girl was beauty in and of itself and yet she seemed to enjoy being at a man's whim. How could this be unless what Zaynab herself had known of men was wrong. Maybe she could live a life of luxury, here being passed around for all's use. But she wasn't sure that Idrial would be able to handle as such, Idrial was not a weakling by no means but had a spirit. One that would get her into trouble if she felt something was not done right.

"This man the Sultan, he treats his harem kindly?" Knowing that her voice held the uncertainty that she felt but needing to know the answers before making a choice for her and Idrial to live by.

Closing her eyes for but a moment Zaynab once again sees the storming eyes of the Sultan. When he had looked upon her during the lashing, there had been something there in his eyes that spoke of kindness. There had been wisdom in his eyes, knowledge and sorrow for what was to happen. Perhaps this girl knew more then Zaynab did, she seemed smart, knowing the ways of how to make one's self prized.

When Zaynab once more opened her eyes it was with shock that before her stood the Sultan. No, not the Sultan but one that looked closely like him. With shiney black hair, and eyes of midnight. His gaze seemed to take all three of us girls in at once and from the smile on his face what he wished to do was more then just look upon us.

 

[WearMeWell]

Watching from the darkness

Slipping through side alleys and shadows,Nimerah surveyed,making mental notes.
"Where did you enter Wolf Brother?"
Scanning the front entrance the palace itself, the guards seemed....complacent;nothing like an assassin had just passed through.
"Hmmmmm."Her mind again drifted to his speed and dexterity back in the tavern. "Were they the Sultans enemies,or yours? Did they ask him for you? Did you ask for them?

Memories of the sounds and drunken slurrs of the men came back to her.
Northerners....they mentioned a Sultan. Mustafa....

Looking over the complex,counting the heighth of the walls,the streets to each wall length,the doors down each row between each alley,she plotted.

Going back for her mount,she paused breifly,turning to face the illuminated palace complex.

*Know thine enemy...

"I will meet thee prepared,Wolf Brother."

Turning the mount outside the city walls,she headed...north.

 

[Joe Schmoe]

Discovery of Mustafa's daughter

Jalal stood stock still and quiet, letting the girl run through her efforts of hollow defiance. He knew that there were only two options for her, accept her fate or be disposed of.

Taking a deep breath she glances into his eyes, and slowly but surely sinks to the ground in a dead faint, the medicines and trials of the last day and night finally catching up with her. As she sinks to the sinks to the floor she cries out, "Father Mustafa please forgive me, he is too handsome to resist"

When her eyes reached up to his and she fainted, his jaw dropped in astonishment. He was not expecting such a reaction as well as the words that crossed her lips.

He turned his look to the Grand Vizier who looked back at him with the same startled look.

"Did I hear the girl say Mustafa?"

"Your ears did not deceive you Jalal, that she did and father too."

"By the love of Allah, this is his daughter?"

"I cannot say for sure but it does appear so."

"Then that means he will be attempting to rescue her. First his insulting gift and now this. I do not think even he is aware she is here or those that came to the presentation would have tried to find and escape with her."

"I guarantee he will come to find out some way and when he does he will confront you."

"To hell with that traitorous snake. He prospered under the tyrant at the expense of the people. Let him stand so he can later fall. Cloak her and do not let any eyes fall upon her outside of here. Gag her so she cannot cry out and attract unwanted attention. Have the girl discretely taken to my chamber and shackle her to a column. Double the guards inside and out. Have no one enter without consent from you or me. This must be kept silent. I want to know more about her, such as how she came to be enslaved and in my hands."

"It will be done my Sultan."

The Grand Vizier bowed then began instructing the guards in the room of their duties and warning them to the cost of not keeping their tongues silent.

As the guards performed their task the Grand Vizier returned to the Sultan before leaving with the girl.

"This could be advantageous for you Jalal."

"I was thinking the same thing, my friend, the very same thing."

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne/Nackal

She felt her anger boiling in her veins and she curled her fingers into a fist, he removed himself from her, and she watched him curl up and face away from her. Rolling her eyes, she thought about ordering him from her bed, but she didn't want the hassel, now she was fully awake and the ass new it.

Susanne lay in bed, and grew more frustrated, both sexually as well as in anger. She pushed the blankets from her body, and grabbed her robe, she growled her anger, "Fool... do you think you can arouse my body, and I have to have it sedated by you?"

Her eyes fixed on his back. "Do you think yourself so damn arousing that I can't go find some other slave or guard or even the Prince himself and have him relieve me of the tensions you have caused in my body?"

Susanne grabbed a goblet from a table near the bed and moved into the other room, and poured herself a glass of wine from the skin attached from the wall. She felt the anger in her rolling and she wondered it the celebrations were still going on.

 

[leopardlover]

*nackal laughs, calling after her.*

"You just said you wish not my attention. So if you wish to find a guard, go right ahead. Wait your horseflesh.Return me to the sultan if that is your wish. But I stopped as m'lady wished. So please, remember, when you give him a reason...Blame me not for your unsatisfaction. As you said. When you want my attention, youll call for it."

Nackal goes quiet then, moving to lie on his back, eyes closed

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne took a deep breath, swilled down her wine and moved back to the bedroom. She lit a lantern increased the flame and opened her closet doors. Her fingers selected the sheer garment and she slipped it over her body, attaching a silver belt along her slim waist. Her full breast were hugged loosely by the guazy material and her nipples were still hard from Nackal's ministrations as well as the fury she had building inside her.

Looking at him, she said nothing, but slipped her feet into the soft sandles and headed toward the celebrations, or at least hoped to find someone to satisfy her. Just as she was about to leave the room, she remembered the letter from the servant and she went back and retrieved it.

She gasped then covered her surprise with a cough. Susanne read the letter twice and then felt her skin pale. She would have to go to the stables and see what Kenneth wanted, or her actions would be revealed and all would be lost to her.

Susanne said nothing to Nackal as she crumbled the letter and tossed it toward the fireplace and left the room quickly heading down the halls to try and reach Kenneth.

 

[WearMeWell]

Heading north

Tiring as the hours stretch on,Nimerah rubs her sore rask and pulls the horse to a stop. Dismounting,she stretches her aching body,and walks a tight circle around the horse,rubbing his muscles. Reaching the saddle bags,she withdraws an apple. Taking the dagger from her side,she cuts it in half.
Wiping the dagger free of the sweet juices of the apple,she takes the halter in her hands,and gives the rone a half. "Good boy. Something for your speed,and stamina."

Placing the remaining half in her mouth,she moves under the horses chin,and snags the flaggon of water. Tucking it up under her arm,opening it and giving it a little squeeze she cups her hands under her mounts nose, feeding water over slender fingers into his lips.

He drinks readily, then his head snaps up in alarm. Dropping the flaggon,she crouches on his far side, dagger re-drawn.
Gripping the halter,she keeps him close to her as she quiets,and listens. Squinting into the night,she scans the area. Blast,open country.
Whispering,foot falls,and rustling reach her ears from her right side.
Then from behind her.
Mumbling to herself,she crouches under the horses belly.
Reaching up slowly,she silently withdraws a sword from its sheath.

Two, then 6...more. "Marvelous. What are you going to do now Howakahn?"she mumbled to herself.

 

[cati]

Yasmeen

Yasmeen finished attending to the two slaves, promising to return in a few hours to check on their progress. She was in the process of gathering her things when she saw that Prince Akbar was standing in the doorway watching. Yasmeen bowed humbly to him.

"How are the slaves faring?" he asked smiling.

"Their wounds will heal, my Lord, t'will take but a day or two." Yasmeen explained to him briefly what she had done in terms of looking after their lacerations. Letting him know that she would like to check in on the girls later on.

"May I be excused your highness? It has been a very gruelling day for us all and I for one am needing rest." She waited for Prince Akbar's reply before backing out of the harem girl's quarters to head off to her own sleeping chambers.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne returns to bed

Susanne hurried toward the exit closer to her, but was quickly told she could not go out. For some reason on be known to her, the Sultan doubled up the guards, so Susanne moved back toward her rooms. As she did she passed the celebrations and noticed they seemed to be coming to a close. She wondered what the hour was, for she was anything but asleep.

She made her way back to her chambers and sighed, she would have to deal with Kenneth later, right now, her body that needed satisfied and a very proud slave in her bed. Susanne weighed her options and decided she wouldn’t let the slave control her emotions, she all ready admitted to him that she become aroused, now she needed to relax and just sleep, ignore her feelings.

Slipping the clothes from her body she climbed back into bed, and then saw the letter Kenneth wrote. She gave a heavy sigh realizing she hadn’t made the toss to the fireplace far enough. Closing her eyes she debated on whether or not to get up and dispose of the letter, then knowing that the slaves were uneducated, she held off on retrieving it until morning.

 

[leopardlover]

Nackal picks the letter up and reads it before looking to Susanne who seems to have rolled over and decided to sleep.

Now why would a stableboy need to see the sultan's guest so badly? This seems somewhat suspicious...Perhaps...I could regain my freedom somehow from this"

His words are quiet, mostly for his own ears. He has an idea and goes to the door, intending to speak to the guard As he moves towards the door though, he hears Susanne roll over, so he stops, hoping she is still asleep. But he can not be sure.

 

[redbaron05]

Yasmeen finished attending to the two slaves, promising to return in a few hours to check on their progress. She was in the process of gathering her things when she saw that Prince Akbar was standing in the doorway watching. Yasmeen bowed humbly to him.

"How are the slaves faring?" he asked smiling.

"Their wounds will heal, my Lord, t'will take but a day or two." Yasmeen explained to him briefly what she had done in terms of looking after their lacerations. Letting him know that she would like to check in on the girls later on.

"May I be excused your highness? It has been a very gruelling day for us all and I for one am needing rest." She waited for Prince Akbar's reply before backing out of the harem girl's quarters to head off to her own sleeping chambers.

With a smile and a wave of his hand Prince Akbar replies "Yes you may be excused" As the healer leaves he turns his attenion to the two beautiful slave girls asking the one with hair the color of wheat "How are you feeling?" Letting his eyes boldly roam over the curves of her body as he awaits her reply.