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

[gypsy4191]

Feeling her tight nipple and her relaxed throat, Akbar growls, "So you like this? Huh Bitch!" He fucks her mouth harder and faster, then stops.

Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of making him cum with her mouth, he pulls his shaft out of her and strides purposely behind her. He bends, rubs his hard cock teasingly across her cunt lips, he hears her groan and changes his mind. He moves his wet shaft away from her pussy, grabs her hips and impales himself hard and deep into her tight ass fucking her deep. He explodes filling her with his seed

Almira was enjoying having the Prince fucking her mouth. She hoped he came in her mouth, her tounge watered at the thought of her first taste of cum.

Feeling Akbar pulling his cock out of her mouth she whimpered in protest, No she wanted it still, Don't pull it out yet. Still lamenting the loss of the cock from her mouth she groaned in surprise and arousal when she felt Akbar rubbing his cock teasingly across her cunt lips.

Whispering quietly "Yes oh please yes" She tries to move her pussy more so that akbars cock can slide in easier. She is caught completely by surprise when he pulls away from her cunt lips and impales himself hard and deep into her virgin ass.

She let out a scream "Oh god no, please, it hurts, please don't, argh" Her cries make no difference to the prince, if anything it seems to spur him on, faster and harder he pounds into her poor little abused ass.

Gradually Almira relaxes and starts to enjoy the feeling, thrusting back as much as the chains allow she treis to spur the prince on. "Oh yes, fuck my little virgin ass. Do you like that? Knowing your the first man to fuck my ass? Harder, faster."

She feels strange, like all the blood is leaving her head and centring in her clit. What is happening to her? Feeling the Prince showering her asshole with his seed something inside her snaps and she feels her body tighten and then let loose. She lets out a large groan and feels liquid running from her cunt lips and down her legs. Had she wet her self? She hung her head in shame, she enjoyed what the prince had done to her. But wasn't it wrong? And wasn't it wrong to lose control of her bodily functions like that?

 

[Babette_____]

“Mmmm...” she moans as she feels his seed cover her. She shakes as she feels little trembles run through her. She moved over his cock. “I’m not finished,” she groaned, continued moving over him, grounding her pelvis into his sex. “I need to feel more... I have to,” she moaned.

Susanne raised up and continued to hold his cock inside her. She squeezed him tight, then leaned back. His hands still rested on her hips and she slipped hers behind hers and grabbed his thighs. Her pussy was displayed for him, the cunt open and exposed. “I want to come again, Nackal. I want to cover your cock with my juices. I want to beg for you...” she hissed as she began to lift herself up and down on his members. She knew he’d take her to the place she sought.

Her body leaned back, one hand balanced her weight, and the other moved to grasp his balls. She rubbed the package tightly, stroking him firmly and knowing he would give her more. “Your mine, Slave... I want more from you,” she purred, moaned and gasped as she felt the sides of her sex become more wet. His cock scrapped over the sides of her cunt, moved slowly into the bone of her sex. “Mine... no one else’s.” she mumbled as the little quakes began to build into larger ones.

 

[redbaron05]

After exploding and filling her ass with his seed, he feels her orgasm rip through her body. Akbar slides his softening cock from her tight ass, notices her head hanging in shame. “Why do you hang your head in shame? I felt your pleasure. Are you not honored to your Master's come filling your body?”

He feels annoyed, and walks around her, bending down, he begins nipping her skin, biting her neck and shoulders. His bites will bruise her, but otherwise leave her body unharmed, not wishing to scar his new pet. Slowly he works his way down her body, passing her cunt to taste her thighs. He stops when he comes across the first slick juices that flowed from her.

He slides his tongue through the thick, warm liquid that lay gently easing along her silk flesh. He groans, “Mmmm... I must taste this from its source.” Akbar continues to bite, suck, and lick his way back to her pussy. He lavishes it with long, stroke laps knowing exactly how to make her come again for him.

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira started, so that wonderful feeling that she felt was her pleasure. She had orgasmed? No wonder the Women from the harem were always willing to pleasure men if that was their reward.

While her thoughts were occupied the Prince had continued on with his pleasure, biting and nipping his new pet. Finally he reaches her pussy which is still throbbing gently. He starts to stroke it with his tounge, long laps.

Almira shudders and groans in desire. She must tell the prince why her head was hung in shame, he must not think that is was becasue she was ashamed of what he was doing to her body.

"Sire... ohhhh. My head, i, argh, hung it in shame, i had never had such intense pleasure before, urgh. I thought i had wet myself, i was ashamed. PLease forgive me Akbarrrrr." Almira cum Long and violently when she uttered the princes name. Her juices flowed freely past her cunt lips and onto the waiting tounge of Akbar.

 

[redbaron05]

Hearing her groans and passionate moans of pleasure Akbar drinks deeply of her sweet honey as it flows freely from her virginal honeypot bathing his face and tongue in her juices.

As Akbar partakes of her juices between waves of pleasure and groans of passion he hears her explain, "Sire... ohhhh. My head, I, argh, hung it in shame, I had never had such intense pleasure before, urgh. I thought I had wet myself, I was ashamed. PLease forgive me Akbarrrrr."

Lifting his face from her hot wet quivering sex, Akbar looks into her face which is flushed a rosy pink with her arousal and says, "I forgive you my pet now rest I will have you moved to my quarters where you may rest in comfort.'

Standing Akbar rings the bell which summons the guard. Soon Bard the Commander of the Palace guard appears bowing, "You rang MiLord?"

"Yes Commander have this slave transferred to my chambers and see that she has food and wine oh and make sure she is secured to my bed so she makes no attempt to escape. I will have my lunch in the anteroom of my chambers." Bowing Bard replies, "As you command sire"

As the Prince dismisses him he notices Bard hesitates before carrying out his orders and has a troubled look on his face, "Is there something you wish to say Commander" Akbar asks? "Speak Man"

Bard clears his throat and stutters, "Uh Sire it has been brought to my attention by one of the guards that another man, the one called Kenneth has dared laid a hand on your favored slave Miranda"

Feeling his wrath kindled Akbars face turns livid as he growls, "Find This one called Kenneth and have him brought to my anteroom now he bellows I will deal with Miranda in due time now go" Then in a rage Akbar leaves the room slamming the door as he makes his way to his chambers.

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial finished her second drink truly enjoying the taste of the wine, her head spinning she wondered if she had imagined that Si Habib had smiled at her as he refilled her cup before looking once more at Zaynab.

Her nipples were hard and her body tingling she wanted to get up and throw her clothing across the room, and even remove Zaynab’s clothing if Si Habib would allow it, there was sooo much she wanted to do, but some how she managed to stay kneeling.

Hearing Si Habib speaking Idrial looked up “That’s better, we’re all friends together now,” Hearing the swish of his pants caused Idrial to blush slightly as he brought her to her feet she found herself imagining what was beneath his pants, and before she new it or had time to think he was kissing her gently sliding her arms around his neck and untying her robe.

His hands sliding over her body caressing and messaging her breasts as his knee forced her legs to widen excided Idrial even more as he pinched her nipples she felt her self growing wet, each touch of his hands seemed to leave a trail of fire and wanting she didn't feel she could get enough of.

Feeling his fingers slide down to rest on her wet pussy Idrial moaned as he slid them inside and tightened her arms around his neck, as he kissed her again. She didn't want him to stop she wanted more so much more, and nearly cried as he removed his hand and whispered in her ear...Get undressed.” Then it registered what he said and she did as she was told allowing her robe to slide to the floor.

Watching him move to Zaynab. Idrial watched them wanting to join them to touch Zaynab’s breasts much as he had, but her feet felt as though they were glued to the floor, and all she could do was watch.

Seeing him leave Zaynab and move to the bed Idrial waited until she heard him speak “Let’s all get onto the bed,” Looking at Zaynab she smiled and she wondered if Zaynab could read her mind. Seeing Zaynab smile back, and begin moving towards the bed Idrial grinned and followed suit wanting more of what she had been feeling earlier and knowing that Zaynab felt the same..

 

[gypsy4191]

"Yes Commander have this slave transferred to my chambers and see that she has food and wine oh and make sure she is secured to my bed so she makes no attempt to escape. I will have my lunch in the anteroom of my chambers."

Almira sighed in relief as her chains were loosened, she felt the painful rush of blood back to her extremities. One of the guards lifted her up and carried her to the princes room, where he deposited her on the bed. Walking to the door he bellowed

"Slaves"

Almira looked up as three female slaves entered the room and set about running a bath for her. Once it was ready she slid into the fragrant waters and sighed, when was the last time she had, had a bath? She couldn't remember, her thoughts briefly fluttered to Habib and she wondered what he was up to.

Sighing again as she felt the slaves massaging her muscles she drifted into a light doze until one of the girls offered her a towel. Rising from the waters she allowed the girls to dry and dress her hair. She was offered no clothing but it was warm in these roooms so it didn't matter. One of the slaves applied a dusting of glittering powder all over her body so it seemed that she shimmered whenever the sun hit her.

Sitting in front of a small table she gorged herself of the fruits and wine that the prince had ordered. She felt her cheeks flush when she remebered why she was so hungry and what the prince had done to her. Running her hands over her body she felt the stirring of arousal, but it wasn't any where near as furious as when Akbar had touched her.

Looking up she saw a guard comeing towards her with shackles. Determined not to have them on her again she commaned the guard to stop.

"Stop there, i will not wear those. I know Akbar has ordered it, but look how raw my wrist and ankles are. I do not think the Prince will happy if his new toy is damaged, do you"

Seeing the guard hesitate she pressed her advantage.

"I have seen another sort of shackle will shall suit me better. I shall need a choker and a length of fine gold chain."

As a slave brought her these items her jaw dropped in astonishment at the sheer opulence of the chocker. It was studded with emeralds and diamonds and sparkled every which way she turned it. Attaching the chocker to her neck the guard locked it and took the key to give to the prince later.

He led Almira over to the bed and attached the chain to a loop set in the wall for just such purposes. Almira yawned and stretched across the bed, wallowing the luxury of being able to move. Slowly her eyes shut and she drifted off to sleep wondering all the while wether the prince would like this new power that she had given him over her.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth waits

Kenneth felt the heat of the bathing pools ease the tension from his body, his head still ached and he wondered if the man he’d heard of from the village would perhaps have a headache powder to ease the sore knot that finally stopped growing.

He was enjoying the solitude, reflecting on his sister and doing his best to ignore her beauty or the memory of her touch upon her skin. She admitted to him that she knew no other life, but what if she did. What if he carried her away and saw the role she was bred to play. The role of a Lady and not a concubine. He recalled her touch, and felt his body stir once more. He would seek out Susanne to ease his burden, for he truly didn’t want to cross that path with his sister.

“You,” a voice called out to him.

Kenneth turned, opened his eyes and looked to the guard that was pointing a blade to his throat. He looked at the sharp weapon and stared at the man. “Yes?” He asked, feeling no threat to his person as of yet.

“Prince Akbar wants to see you.”

His brow rises and he grins, “Well, its about damn time.” Kenneth rose from the baths donned his robe and was escorted to his chambers. He dressed in his finest clothes, grabbed the papers that would transfer ownership of his armada to the Sultan and followed the guard out of the room. He was taken to the Sultan’s antechamber where he was told to wait until the Prince appeared. He wondered how he was to address the man, he was acting Sultan, but the official service hadn’t taken place. He decided he’d address him as Sultan, just to play it safe. He was looking forward to being one step closer to his sister’s freedom; whether she wants it or not.

 

[redbaron05]

Akbar meets Kenneth

Leaving the room where he’d interrogated the slave Almira, Akbar, his mood darkened by the report that a man named Kenneth dared to touch his property without his permission, makes his way to his chambers. Once there he finds his lunch waiting.

"Who, does he think he is touching her?" Akbar mutters under his breath. He enters his private chambers. His lunch of roasted lamb, finest fruits, vegetables, and wine is spread on the table. He sits to enjoy his meal, a guard enters and bows. "Sire the man you requested to join you is waiting."

Deciding to let Kenneth cool his heels, Akbar dismisses the guard with a firm order. "Tell him to wait till I finish lunch then I will see him." He then dismisses the guard and enjoys his meal with gusto. His body famished from his time spent with his newest plaything.

When his meal is finished, Akbar relaxed and laid back upon the luxurious couch of his plush private chambers. His eyes glanced over the marble walls and columns. Tapestries of the finest linens and silks drap around the room from the Orient, its plush rugs from Persia rest at his feet. After awhile Akbar calls for a slave girl to prepare him a bath wanting to be at his finest when he meets his adversary. Shortly she returns and announces his that his bath is ready.

Arising he disrobes, enters the fragrant, warm water, and relaxes, allowing the slave girls to bathe him. Finishing his bath, he dressing in his finest Princely robes and finds himself ready to meet his guest. Quietly he enters the opulent antechamber, which is just as plush as his private chambers, by an entrance behind Kenneth.

Akbar sizes up his opponent, noticing his fine clothes and regal appearance. Akbar decides this man isn’t the simple servant he thought him to be, but obviously a gentleman. Therefore, he decides to hear him out before passing judgement. Stepping into view Prince Akbar greets him cooly, "Welcome to my home."

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth and Ackbar

Kenneth turns his eyes taking the imposing figure of the Sultan, noting his choice of clothing as well as the slight, but precise greeting. He bows at the waist, stopping at a forty-five, degree angle, he rises back up. “Thank you for the welcome Sultan Ackbar. I am Kenneth Raja Ben Evanston, Lord Evanston of England. “I’ve been told an illness has struck your brother. I hope his health is restored soon. I arrived here last night, staying at Lady Rolith, she was supposed to bring me with her, but I was unable to escort her. I would like to see her once our business is discussed.” Kenneth pulled from his jacket a packet of papers.

“I understand that in order for one to reside in your palace an offering is usually given to the Sultan. I also understand that since your brother is ill, you are now that man, so I offer you an additional ten ships to add to your armada. They are the fastest ones that are coming out of the English Harbor.” He waved his hands over the papers the Sultan now held. “Five escorted me, and the remaining ones will be sent upon request once my man gains possession of the order. I know you will find them a great addition to your fleet.”

He glances over to the guard that waited just inside the entry way. “I was well received once I showed your men the papers not only promising you this outstanding gift, but also when I showed my creditials as well as my friendship with Lady Rolith. I was surprised however by the weapon that was placed at my throat when you requested my presence. I have already been assaulted once in your palace, I would like to know why your guards would have need to assaulted me twice?” The pain in his head was still evident, but he shrugged it off, waiting for the Sultan to address him.

 

[leopardlover]

Nackal groans, very sensitive from his recent orgasm, but she wants more. And so does he. The lurid display sends his lust soaring again, making him want more of the pleasure they give each other.

Their mixed creams slide down him, pooling in the hairs that mesh with hers on every up thrustto meet her, his his grinding with the vessel that carries him to such heights.

He shudders, the groan changing, carrying more need, more hunger. His hands move up and over her flesh, all langorousness gone, vanishing with the returning flames of desire that burn within., searing his soul to the core.

Her firm stroking of his ball causes him to twitch, to moan, swelling even further inside Susanne, the tremoriong of her body bringing it even further.

""Yes. Yours. All yours. Just so long as I can keep finding release in you..."

 

[LadyChance]

Zaynab/Idrial/Si

The room seemed hot to Zaynab moving slightly, squirming as she sees Si move over to Idrial pulling her up to kiss her deeply. His hands seemed to be everywhere on the girl, but she was enjoying it from the sounds she was making. When he released Idrial’s robe Zaynab found her eyes drawn to the girls body. Lush with a grace of beauty to it, any man would lust after such a form as Idrial’s. Actually it was just any man, Zaynab thought as her mind swung towards what she would do to the girl later.

Realizing the fuzz in her head isn’t just the room being hot, Zaynab shakes her head. Trying to clear some of the cottony feeling, only increasing the feel of being on a cloud somewhere in time watching everything going on as another person. She could see Si’s hands exploring Idrial’s body, soft and pliant to his touch. Idrial’s responses leaving no doubt to Zaynab that Idrial was enjoying the attentions of this man.

Standing thinking to give them their privacy she goes to turn and flee, then from no where Si’s hands grab at her. Freezing on the spot Zaynab did not fight when his hands moved to release her robe leaving her standing before him. Zaynab then watches as Si steps back viewing her body. For some reason Zaynab wanted him to look upon her like this, taking in her glowing tanned skin, long legs, her slim waist. She felt her nipples harden as his eyes feasted upon her, adjusting slightly in her stance almost brings a moan of pleasure from her. As her neither lips rub causing pleasure beyond belief to flash through her.

Then his hands were on her breasts, pulling and pinching upon the nipples. Oh how good it felt, Zaynab thought she would melt on the spot. She wonders if he would kiss her like he had Idrial, finding herself hoping for it more then she would have liked to admit. Just as she thinks he will not he pulls her forward to him using her nipples as handles. Putting his lips to hers, his hands seemed to be everywhere. Her breasts, her belly and then his hand found her wet pussy lips. Brushing upon them making them pucker for his touch, need burned straight through her. She needed this, no not needed but WANTED THIS.. She wanted this man’s touch upon her body. Stepping into him she presses her pussy into his fingers feeling them slide up in to her wetness. She would have moaned except his mouth still had hers captive. Putting her hands upon his chest she lightly massages his shoulders then moves up to the nape of his neck playing lightly upon the smaller hairs she feels there.

Her hips move slowly against his fingers, rubbing her enlarged clit against his palm as his fingers probe her. Zaynab thinks for sure that she will surely die if he were to stop, and then as she thinks this he does. Crying out in her mind "No don't leave me like this!" Feeling suddenly cold like someone had opened a window in the dead of winter. Her body continues to shake with need even as Si moves away from her. It seemed to Zaynab that Si smiled but Zaynab was to far gone to care. She knew she just wanted more of this and was willing to do anything to have it.

“Let’s all get onto the bed,”

Bed, yes that was where she wanted to be, on the bed with this man who’s touch had enflamed her body with a need for more. More of his caresses, his kisses thoughts of what she would like to do flash through her mind. Wondering what Idrial is thinking of all this Zaynab looks towards the girl seeing her smile. Returning the smile with one of her own, Zaynab moves slowly towards the bed and the man that Idrial and her both would share this night. Leaving her robe forgotten on the floor where it had dropped earlier. Her only thoughts were centered on how to give him the pleasure that she so badly desired.

 

[redbaron05]

Akbar & Lord Evanston

Acknowledging His guest's bow as the stranger introduces himself as Kenneth Raja Ben Evanston, Lord Evanston of England.

Taking a seat on one of the plush couches Prince Akbar bids his guest take o seat as well. As he takes his seat Lord Evanston tells him, Nodding Akbar thanks Lord Evanston for his well wishes for his brother.

Lord Evanston explains that he had arrived in the country the night before and was supposed to escort Lady Rolith to the palace but she had departed her estate before his arrival.

"We shall see," Akbar replies.

Pulling a sheaf of papers from his pocket and handing them to the Sultan he explains that he had heard that it was customary for someone wishing to stay in residence at the palace that an offering was usually made to the Sultan.

"Yes I am Akbar acknowledges."Smiling slightly Akbar accepts the gift simply by saying,"Thank You these shall make a fine addition to my fleet."

Deciding to play his cards close to the vest Akbar watching his guest closely. "Sir there is a report that you have violated my home and property by placing your hands upon my most prized slave girl of whom no one is allowed to touch without my personal permission. What do you have to say for yourself?" Akbar asks as he awaits his answer.

 

[bullshot]

Si / Zaynab / Idrial

Si smiled as he watched the two beautiful naked soon to be real pleasure slaves making their way towards him on the bed. The bounce of their breasts as they walked and their clean shaven pussies showing just a hint of their sex made his mouth water in anticipation of the pleasures to come.

One thing was niggling at the back of his mind, he knew that they were both submissive now because of the drug, but Idrial had been submissive from the time she entered the room. That didn’t appear right when the two of them had been disruptive, then he noticed that Idrial was walking behind Zaynab, did that make sense a slave with a submissive slave he wondered. One session with him had always been enough to turn the girls into real pleasure slaves after they’d been troublesome. Now if Zaynab had enough power over Idrial to make her be troublesome as well, would Zaynab be the exception to the rule and need a second session to bring her into line. He’d have to make sure everybody was warned about her after their training.

The bed was large, nine foot from the top to the bottom and eighteen foot wide, Si was half sitting in the middle of the bed at the top end and the girls were approaching the bottom end.

“Crawl up the bed on your hands and knees,” Si ordered as Zaynab reached the bed. “You Zaynab on this side of me and Idrial on this side,” he instructed the girls where he wanted them.

When Zaynab came into reach he stretched out a hand and took hold of the breast nearest to him, massaging it while he waited for Idrial to also come within reach, she then received the same treatment.

“I’m sorry Idrial you’ll have to be patient for a little while as Zaynab arrived first,” Si told Idrial as he released her breast. “You should give me a kiss,” he told Zaynab as he turned to face her.

Still on her hands and knees because he hadn’t told her to do anything else Zaynab kissed Si as he massaged both her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. He pushed Zaynab onto her back and as he moved his body onto hers he felt her open her legs for him, if his cock had been free he could have slid it into her pussy without any effort. Still kissing her he played with her breasts and nipples until he had her nipples really hard, once they were hard he moved on hand down to her sex and started to massage her clit again. He could feel her body responding underneath his so he broke the kiss and sucked the unattended nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as he slid his fingers into her waiting pussy. He could feel her juices running from her and knew she was ready to accept his cock whenever he saw fit.

Si moved his fingers around inside her coating them with her juices as he moved his mouth over to the other breast to give that nipple the same treatment. He could hear moans of pleasure coming from Zaynab and then realised that he could also hear whimpering, giving Zaynab’s breasts a short rest he looked across at Idrial. She was the one whimpering in frustration, she knew she wasn’t allowed to touch herself and obviously wanted her turn of his ministrations. He returned to Zaynabs breasts and removed his fingers thick with Zaynab’s juices and offered it to Idrial she quickly moved and sucked his fingers into her mouth and he could feel her tongue licking every drop of Zaynab’s juices from his hand.

Once Idrial had finished licking his fingers clean he licked his way down to Zaynab’s sex, with his fingers back inside her he licked her enlarged clit before sucking that into his mouth. He ran his teeth along it and teased it with his tongue, he could hear Zaynab’s moans getting louder and knew he had to work fast as he didn’t want her to climax. He removed his fingers and slid his tongue into her pussy lapping as much of her juices onto his tongue as he could. Quickly he withdrew his tongue from her pussy and moved up her body to kiss her and push his loaded tongue into her mouth so she could taste her own juices.

“Stay there, don’t move and don’t touch yourself,” Si ordered Zaynab as he broke the kiss and turned his attention to Idrial.

Idrial was laid on her back with her legs wide open waiting for him to start, he kissed her hard as he slid one hand down to her shaved sex, taking her clit between his thumb and forefinger he squeezed it and teased it as he continued to kiss her. When he could feel her body responding he broke the kiss and moved down so that he could take her clit into his mouth and tease it with his tongue. After a few minutes of this he dipped his tongue into her willing pussy and started to move it around, this had the desired effect because she arched her body giving his tongue better penetration. He enjoyed the taste of her then returned his mouth to her clit as he pushed his fingers into her sex coating them with her juices before offering them to her to be cleaned.

Once his fingers were clean he moved his head up to her breasts and started to tease her nipples by sucking one into his mouth and using his tongue to lick it or his teeth to gently bite it, he repeated this on both nipples quite a few times. While he was doing this he ground his hard cock which was still hidden by his trousers against her sex. He kept doing this and teasing her nipples until she was arching her back to meet his cock with her sex as he ground against hera. Still rubbing his cock against her pussy he left her nipples and kissed her deeply, fighting her tongue with his. Thinking that it was time the girls did something for him and knowing that Zaynab would probably have calmed down a bit by now he broke the kiss with Idrial and looked at Zaynab.

“Move closer,” he ordered and waited until she was close enough for him to get at her sex with a hand. He then returned to grinding his cock against Idrial as he worked one hand in and out of Zaynab’s pussy. Once he was satisfied that they were both as hot as he could make them he removed his fingers from Zaynab’s pussy and rolled off Idrial so he was lying between them.

“It’s now time for the two of you to give me pleasure as you’ve both sampled pleasure from me. You can do anything that gives me pleasure but you mustn’t touch each other sexually,” Si gave his instructions and waited for them to start. He wondered how long it would take them to strip him and get his cock inside one of them, which one would it be he wondered as he settled to enjoy their work.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth/Sultan

Kenneth's brow rose slightly, he felt the painful welt on his head, rubbed it and looked carefully up at the Sultan. “I apologized to the young woman and I apologize to you as well. It was a simple mistake of identity. I came to this lands to seek my sister, one that I have been searching for.“ He took a sigh and held out his hands in a show of good faith.

“Sultan Akbar, I meant no harm to the young woman. When she offered her pleasures to me, I also turned them down. I know your rules Sir, I was just overcome with the thought it was her I saw in the gardens.“

Kenneth saw the interest the man held in his eyes and he continued explaining. “My mother had the reddest hair, color of a burning flame, and eyes the greenest one has ever seen. Amanda was born with those same colors and when I saw the woman, I now know as Miranda, I thought it was my Mandy. I reacted as a brother would when the sister they have searched twenty years for is suddenly standing before him.“

He placed his hands on his lap. “As I said, an apology was given... granted,” he rubbed his head. “It was given after I got up. Your guards were efficient in her protection, but it was a simple mistake, it went no further on my end Sir.“ Quietly Kenneth waited, his face bare of emotion as the Sultan comtemplated all he had heard.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne/Nackal

Susanne heard his words, stilled for a moment and looked down on him. Her face filled with power, her eyes flashed and she bent her head down to his eyes. Her fingers moved over to the side of the bed. Her body continued to squeeze and ride his sex distracting him. She found the link of chain, lifted herself to sit astride him fully, and placed the thin silver chain on his chest, allowing the coldness to touch his hot flesh.

Holding him inside the warm caverns of her sex, she stared down on his features. “You'll seek your release in no others, ever.” Her eyes showed the meaning in her words. “If you seek your release from someone besides me, you'll feel every lash of the whip until you plea for deliverance.“ She took the end of the chain, tossed it to the side of the bed and went back to riding him faster and harder then before.

As her passion built, she glared at him. “I am your Mistress, slave; don't ever forget that.” She climaxed over his cock, angry that he had tried her patiance and taken from her the pleasure of having them come together. She looked over to the chain, lifted herself from his cock and left the bed. “You overstepped yourself; we are finished here.“ She picked up the chain, ”Do I need to keep you tethered, so you don't seek another to give you pleasure?“

Her eyes went to his wet cock, her anger fueled her passion, but she wouldn't give him her body again. He would learn he was her slave and to threaten to seek another would only cause his own body to ache from the lack of hers. “You disappoint me slave. Go wash... I've no need of you now.“

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda and Jaden (MicrowaveOven)

Miranda walked quietly back to the rooms. She still needed someone to ease the ache that the man Kenneth's charming good looks had given her. She pulled her clothes from her body and eased onto the small bed that was her own. Her eyes closed and she thought of her past lovers. Lovers that no one knew of, lovers that she had spirited away to small places in the palace, where she had made fast, quick and savoring sex.

Her fingers traveled down her body, to play with her nipples, where she teased, and pinched each one. Miranda's eyes took in the features of the new slaves, the men that would need taught to pleasure a woman, and for the first time in a long while she considered taking a new slave as her lover. She knew that Ackbar would not allow her to be used by anyone of low standing so a new lover would have to be one that she could either control with fear, or control with love.

She reached her moist sex, stroked the wet lips, and slipped a finger inside. Her body moved slowly as she took a moment to pleasure herself. She only allowed the passion to build, then she removed her wet fingers, cleaned them and rolled onto her stomach. Miranda left the bed, gathered another set of fine material from the closet, her bracelet from the Sultan and the anklet that glistened in the light.

She would seek out the newest slaves, enjoy the view of them and then decide that perhaps one of them could be used as a new palace slave instead of a pleasure slave. The palace slaves were easier to sneak away with, and much easier to keep quiet, for they wished not to lose their position or status in the palace.

Her feet carried her to the slave rooms. “I wish to see the slaves,” she told the guard. Her eyes spoke of her station and he thought she was acting under the Sultan's behalf, so he knew to say nothing to anyone. She'd often been sent here to take a young slave, one that was deemed unfit to serve as a pleasure slave and pull him from the depths of the sorrow that was the slave quarters. It wasn't odd for the favored one to be here, her judgement of character was highly prized by the Sultan and Prince Akbar, so when she looked over each one and found the perfect specimen for her fun she waved to the guard to release the man.

He was quickly allowed to go with her. She feasted on his features and noted his handsomeness. As they walked toward the bathes, followed by two guards she looked over to him. “Do you read, write or do numbers?” she asked him.

 

[Microwave0ven]

Jaden and Miranda

The young man stood a bit taller than her. He'd been brought to the slave rooms and told to clean up, and just follow the other slaves in what they did. He was permitted to go to the common baths and wash the travel dust out of his medium-length black hair.

He was suprised to be called out with the other slaves for presentation. He automatically glanced up to see who it was who was looking for a slave to deal with. He was pleasantly suprised to see it was the pretty girl who had been performing during the ceremonies earlier, before he was purchased by the Sultan. Seeing her up close, she was far more stunning than he had originally thought, with her long red hair and curvy figure.

She waved to the guard and he was released, to go with her. He obediently followed her, two guards following behind him to ensure her safety, so he assumed. "Do you read, write, or do numbers?" she asked him in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Yes, Ma'am." he replied, "I can do a bit of each, I attended the school at home before I was taken."

Only the second time for him walking through the interior of the palace, he couldn't help his curiosity, looking around and taking in the richly-decorated surroundings with his unusually blue eyes as they walked. There was so much to look at, the decorations, the beautiful posterior of the woman who walked in front of him...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda/Jaden/NPC - Salam... palace book-keeper

Miranda could feel his eyes on her, her pulse beat faster as she thought of how wonderful it would be to enjoy him further, but she also knew that as a new slave he wouldn't be trusted with, and so it was a disappointment that she would bare... for now.

As she looked back at the slave she caught his gaze as well as the admiration for her backside. It was clearly written on his face. She moved toward the room where Salem, the house book keeper worked and she knocked quietly on the door. The old frail voice answered and she walked into the room.

“Salem, my friend,”she walked over and kissed the old man's wrinkled hands. “I bring you a new apprentice.” She waved over to the guards and they allowed the slave to come forth.

“Please meet Salem. He's looking for someone new to take over his position, and few slaves are taught to read and write.“

Salem nodded to the young man, noticed his dressings and looked to Miranda. “You will have to find him proper clothing.”

Miranda winked, “I was on my way friend, but we were passing by so I stopped to have you meet him.“

“Where is he from?” Salem asked.

Turning she looked at the slave. “Please tell us your name and how you came to be here,“ she eyed him closely, as did the guards. The gaurds watched his every move, making sure that he would not harm her or Salem. Miranda watched and listened, wondering if perhaps he was as articulate in words as he was in body.

 

[Microwave0ven]

Jaden/Miranda/Salem[npc]

"Greetings, Salem." Jaden bowed respectfully to the old man when the woman greeted him.

"Please tell us your name and how you came to be here," the lady ordered. She noticeably ran a glance over his body as well.

Jaden began his story with a small smile. "My name is Jaden. I came from a smaller town in the East, and my father is a merchant. I was taught at a young age to do sums, writing, and such. When I came of age, my father taught me a little about the family business, but I was not the eldest in the family so I did not need to know much. He sent me out with a caravan to learn more, but the caravan was attacked."

He noticed Salem hurriedly scratching away on a piece of parchment as he spoke, but didn't comment. "All of us fought, but the raiders were many and we were few. I was among the captured who were sold into slavery. That was a few months ago, and I was assigned a handler. The chief slaver thought my unusual looks might bring me into the Sultan's palace for a good sum, so they brought me."

Jaden turned to Miranda, trying hard to remember to keep his eyes cast downward in respect. "Whatever it is I am to do, I am willing to learn though. This life here will be more than anything I would ever have as the second son of a middle-class merchant."

Salem brought the paper to him, saying, "If you are as learned as you say, then read this to me and do these sums."

Jaden took the paper from him, reading out loud slowly, stumbling over some words, his brow furrowing in concentration. "The sultan is...ssome..no, coming to the p..par..party." At Salem's noncomittal nod, he took the pen and scratched away at the sums. He was much more practiced in the math than the reading. He finished and handed the paper and pen back to Salem for his approval.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda/Jaden/ NPC - Salem

Miranda's body was slowly starting to come down from the sexual high she was on while she listened to the young man speak as well as focusing on Salem and his movements, though quick and fast he still felt himself weakening and had expressed concern to her that she would need to look for someone to take his place. The young man read passably well, but when Salem's face lit up she knew he obviously could figure numbers out also.

Her eyes looked over him again, guaging his sizes as well as his ability to remain controled it was then she remembered him and she stared at him for a moment. “Did you not try to escape earlier? Or perhaps I am confusing you with someone else. Last night at the celebration were you unruly?“ Miranda cocked her head to one side, her long red curls flowing easily down her back as well as over her shoulders.

She couldn't leave him roaming near Salem if he were a threat. “Also... since you are willing to learn in order to maintain a place here in the palace, I must assume you know... it won't make you a free man. You'll be a step above the pleasure slaves, but you won't have your freedom. Do you understand what I'm saying?“

She softened her tone of voice and added. “I'm sure there will be several slaves willing to give you their pleasure and you will be allowed to use them also... once you have been welcomed into the palace by one of the slave trainers.“

Salem went back to his work, lost in his numbers and not truly caring about what the two young people were discussing. He'd heard rumors of a group of ships docked in the harbor that would become the Sultan Akbar's possessions and he was figuring out the new wealth his Leader had acquired.

“Let us walk toward the rooms where the house slaves use. You will recieve...“

“Miranda... ” Salem called to her.

“Yes,” she stopped and respectfully waited for him.

“He is to be my apprentice and so will stay in my hut. Get his clothes and take him there.“

Miranda nodded her head, and wicked thoughts ran through them. She looked back to the guards motioned for them to follow and soon the group was following with her. This time, however, Miranda walked beside the handsome man. “So Jaden... please tell me if you can accept this station of servitude or not.“

 

[leopardlover]

Nackal just looks surprised and confused a moment. Then irritated and still obviously in need of release. There is a slight scowl on his face as he tries to figure what the hell she is talking about. Then he has an idea. Right or wrong he's annoyed now so sort of snaps at her.

"Maybe I am wrong but is that not what I just said? And if the sultan commands it, or gives another permission by your rules I may be used by any guest or other female who wishes my services. You paid to use my body. Not own it. However I thought we'd gotten past this dung."

She had stopped when he was very close himself. His desire level is too high to just suddenly have all action cease and be accepted. So his hand wraps around his cock, pumping up and down at a slow but steady pace as he looks over her body, using the juices that coat him for lubriction.

"As for tethering me, you would need help. I am no dog to be chained. If anything, I'd be like the wolf of your lands. I -might- be able to be tamed. -might- be gentled towards someone. But ever will I be a free spirit.I will not be broken easily if at all."

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne watched him for a moment allowing him to proceed to pleasure himself as he did she looked into his eyes. "You speak of things you don't know. I have purchased you for the times I am here, no one is allowed to use you. Yes... if the Sultan wishes then you will be used as he see fits, but in all reality... he hungers for wealth and I have plently. While I am here you are my pet, my property, and my toy... don't forget it."

She turned away and left him. Her body sedated for the time being, but her anger and annoyance beginning to reach greater heights. "The fool," she hissed to herself more then anything. "Go finish him off," she told the slave girl, then she prepared her own bath. The idea of knowing that the slave girl would taste the come of her lover only drove more anger into her system, anger she refused to turn into passion.

Once her bath was ready she slipped into the water, her eyes focusing on the window, taking in the position of the sun and she sighed. "Damn," she muttered. "Kenneth." She needed to seek him out and speak with him, she also needed to work with that stubborn slave and hope he kept his mouth shut, for she needed to keep Kenneth at bay, and still maintain control over Nackal.

Rolling her eyes Susanne wondered if perhaps she ever would have control of her plaything while she stayed in the palace. She pushed herself under the water and held herself for a moment until she was forced to come up for air. "Men..." she hissed into the air, before washing her body free of his scents and his touch, though she was worried that his touch would be one she craved for a long time.

 

[redbaron05]

The audience ends

Accepting his guest's explanation and apology, feeling irritated that Miranda had offered herself to another without his permission, Akbar says, "Please make yourself at home in my home and feel free to make use of my harem except for Miranda of course, as to your request to see Lady Rowlith. I will see if she is willing to see you and let you know her decision"

Signaling the audience is over, he stands to his feet. Akbar excuses himself leaving the anteroom and returns to his inner chamber.

Entering his inner sanctum he summons a slave girl saying, "Find Miranda and tell her The Sultan requires her presence in his inner chamber at once. Also locate Lady Rowlith and inform her the Sultan requires her presence in his anteroom as well.“

Dismissing the slave girl Akbar summons another girl and orders a glass of wine to calm his irritation before facing his beloved Miranda.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth... and his NPC fetish

Kenneth leaves the Sultan's presence and proceeded back to his rooms, as he did so he hoped he'd not gotten Amanda in trouble. He'd assumed she offered herself to him because she could see his noble baring and so she'd only done her job in trying to welcome him. His thoughts shifted back to Susanne and he wondered when he'd see her. He'd not fed the information to the Sultan, his proof of her deeds still safely tucked away inside the chest that he'd had with him.

Once in his rooms, he ordered his lunch, and was soon dining on the fruits of the palace, hoping to dine on Susanne's or some other sweet succulent flesh later. An image of his sister ran through his mind, as did the images of the slave girls he'd seen chained in the prison. He wondered his hand to his cock and noticed the quiet slave girl that was standing in the corner waiting to remove his dishes.

He motioned for her to come to him and for the first time in months Kenneth was swelling inside the mouth of a young woman who he soon knew had been taught very well by someone. He learned over the course of her ministrations that he could not thrust his cock into her folds, because she was still a virgin in that manner, but she was trained to give him pleasure in other ways.

His fingers tangled in her hair and he drove his cock into her warm mouth. His come filled her and soon he was shuddering as the blood rushed to his head, forcing his eyes back, and his sperm unloaded deep into her, flowing down her stomach and filling her up.