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

[leopardlover]

OOC repost of stats
Name:Nackal
Race: Nomad tribe in/near the Sultan's lands. Just call themselves Our People.
Sex: Male
Hair: Black, falling to just beneath his shoulders, with the sides completely shaved. (much like an iroquois mohawk without the crazy spiking and dying)
Eyes: golden brown surrounded by a hazel ring
Age:18
Height:6'1"
Weight: 205 LBS

IC
Nackal wakes with a start, trying to get up but unable to as he is bound, spread eagle to the bed, entirely nude, toned tand body completely on display though none seem to be around when he wakes up. His golden eyes scan around, trying to find a way out but finds none, as well as trying to figure out how he got here and why. He twists this way and that but is unable to get free so he settles down, truly looking over everything to see if he can find anything. He is in a fairly small room, colored all in blues. There is the bed, a door, and not much else but cushions scattered about.

"Hello?"

He calls out with a strong but mellow voice, hoping someone is near, or will be soon. Unknown to him this is the day that everyone is arriving and shall be seen by the sultan and thus not many are in this wing right now.

He tries to think back to what he last remembers. A raiding party riding through his village. Then a short, bloody, fight. Going for the killing blow then feeling pain before all went black.

He doesn't know it but has been caught and sold. He is fairly well known among the nomads and thus his skills would have been told to any potential buyers. He looks again, to see if he can find anything in his limited view. There! What appear to be his scimitars. Knows he will need them to get out of wherever he is and thus tries again to free himself but again is unable. He keeps trying, disregarding what may happen, knowing any scrapes or rawness will pass in time*

 

[LadyFairy]

Things had improved since the night Idrial awoke to Zynab’s screams as a drunken slaver tried to rape her, and Idrial had fought against her chains causing her wrist to bleed as she tried to help her friend, and had been relieved when the lead slaver had stopped his man. Her wounds healed leaving a very faint scar on her now fair skin. Where her skin had been tan before being in the hold of the ship for months had paled her tanned skin somewhat.

When they were taken above to their trainers Idrail's temper hadn't improved . She learned to bathe, clothe, and arrange Zynab’s hair, as well as cleaning and caring for other parts of her anatomy for when the sultan or one of his guests were thru. Idrial had been taught along with Zynab how to give and receive pleasure incase the sultan should call on her for such a service for himself or a guest.


These tasks however were not a problem for Idrial and she rather enjoyed caring for her friend, but bowing, kneeling, lowering her eyes and holding her toung had taken longer for her to learn, and she bore the lash more than a few times for her stubbornness but had no scars from it. The Slaver had instructed the man who whipped her that if she scared he would bare the lash himself until he died from a shredded back and blood loss, for a scared slave held no value, and was considered damaged goods.

Kneeling in the litter next to Zynab, Idrial smiled proud of the way she had dressed her friend for her meeting with the sultan. Seeing the look Zynab sent her way. She new her friend was thinking Idrial was up to something, and quietly leaning forward she said. Its all right I give you my word I will be have myself. , and Idrial meant what she said. She would do her best to control her nature. Though it had taken longer for her to realize it. This was a new beginning for them and she didn't wish to destroy that. It was simply hard for her to control her temper at times.

Idrial’s clothing was simple she was dressed in silk tanned colored pantaloon’s the legs of which were made of a sheer fabric so that her supple legs were visible thru the cloth, and her feet were bare. She wore a matching tanned silk fringed bandu, or bustier, and sheer vale. Her only ornament save for the slave collar around her neck was a bronze circlet set to hold her vale in place.

Apparently the slaver took her smile to mean trouble as well and decided to remind her of her place. Grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him he said Remember slave when Zynab is presented you will get out first, and assist her from the litter, As well as remove the vale from her hair, Then you will kneel at her feet Idrial’s smile had faded the moment he had touched her and her golden eyes had narrowed but she nodded that she understood what she was to do, and he released her. Keeping her eyes down she prepared herself, and waited as the litter was lifted and they were carried inside to await their introduction.

 

[redbaron05]

Akbar Khalim

Prince Akbar rises and bows as his older brother the Sultan takes his place and then retakes his seat . Listening to his brother speak he gazes toward the women of the harem and smiles as he sees Miranda remembering the many nights of pleasure her body had given him. Then there is Smyrna many pleasures she had bestowed on him as well Akbar awaits the presentation of the Sultans gifts that the many guests had to bestow on him to curry his favor he wonders to himself ' What pleasure shall this night bestow on his beloved brother and himself'

 

[shadowoftheheart]

As I glance around at the busy Palace, watching everything begin to get ready, I lean back toward Cleopatra, my lips near her ear.

"When I command you to Kneel, kneel swiftly but gracefully. You are to be the Sultan's and if you display obedience to me, he will believe you a good slave and things will go well for you."

I speak in an accented but fluent Egyptian, except for the command which I speak in Arabic. I know she does not know the local language, and hope that someone here will know her native language, or another from Africa that she might know. If not, she will have a difficult time even if she obeys me when I present her to the Sultan.

 

[cati]

Yasmeen

Yasmeen rose from the settee, her black raven tresses cascading around her shoulders. Her near transparent garb shone in the moonlight. The silver threads sewn into her veil shimmered as she moved, reflecting the light like a thousand tiny mirrors. The other slave girls gasped and turned their heads as she silently passed them. She could hear them whispering, felt their eyes staring. She held her head high and drew her shoulders back just so, in order to accentuate the delicious curves of her body. She was an elegant woman and proud. A slight smile played on her full sensual lips, now barely hidden behind her veils. Her nipples appeared as sweet succulent berries and had been rouged a fiery scarlet red. They showed clearly through the thin almost transparent fabric of her bra. The Sultans attendant had chosen well, the girls clothing left nothing to the imagination. White gold slave bells encircled her ankles and tinkled as she padded barefoot across the marbled floor. This was her signal to all present that an extraordinary slave girl was in their presence. Yasmeen's eyes shone bright beneath her thick lashes, reflecting this sudden change in her demeanor. Her eyes were her most attractive feature, they were large and almond shaped and had a tendency of speaking when words failed her. Her slightly upturned nose was marred by a single tiny scar, which only added character to her lovely face. Full, ripe breasts spilled hopelessly, yet invitingly from the cups of her bra. As she moved slowly towards the Sultan, Yasmeen challenged any man or woman to approach her and ask her favours. But the men stood as if transfixed, some with mouths hanging open, hypnotized by her bewitching form.

 

[cati]

Yasmeen speaks to the Vizier

As was the custom, Yasmeen approached the Sultan's Vizier first and knelt at his feet. She bowed her head in obeisance, but did not quite touch the floor with her forehead. Her hands were extended, her slim fingers splayed.

" Look up and speak girl, what is it that you wish"? The vizier moved closer so that he might hear her.

Gazing up into the gaunt wizened face, she spoke quietly, averting her eyes.

"Oh wise Visier, this lowly slave asks for your permission to give the Sultan a small token of my love and respect."

She held out her hand, then slowly opened her palm to show him that she indeed had a gift for her Master.

" I wish to be the first to present the Sultan a gift…perhaps before his Eminance begins to greet his most honourable guests?"

The Vizier frowned at her, wondering at her audacity, but remembering their special relationship, he nodded.

"Rise and stand aside girl, for the moment has come".

 

[cati]

Yasmeen and the Sultan

Yasmeen stood silently as the procession entered the great hall. Waiting for a few moments until the Sultan had taken his throne and some introductions and minor announcements were made, the Vizier moved silently behind Jalal bin Khalim and spoke. Jalal turned to look upon Yasmeen and motioned for her to approach.
The girl tip-toed towards him, almost afraid to breath, she held him in such high regard. She wasted no time in kneeling at his feet. Taking each silken slipper in her small hands, the girl kissed them respectfully, almost lovingly. Her head pressed firmly against his feet, she stretched out her arms and offered her gift to the Sultan. As he reached out to take her small offering, he spoke to her in an old Persian dialect that was familiar only to them.

"Yasmeen he smiled, you take liberties with me, no slave girl before you has approached me on such a day, attempting to offer me a token of her esteem... none have dared. How is it you come to kneel before me now?" He pretended to appear displeased with her.

"May I whisper to you Jalal bin Khalim? The Sultan leaned forward.

"Yes of course Yasmeen, what is it you wish to tell me?"

" The gift you now hold in your hands is a powerful talisman that was given to me by our village Shaman before he was murdered. I have said a prayer in your honour Master Khalim. The talisman will protect you... I fear there are those that might wish you harm. Please wear it always and remember why it was given to you." ....May Allah protect you Jalal bin Khalim."

With those final words Yasmeen asked to be dismissed. With her eyes downcast in respect, the slave girl took three steps backwards before turning to face the waiting guests.

 

[LadyChance]

Zaynab

Zaynab knew from what the slaver had told her, the Sultan would not acknowledge her until after he was done with the days business. Unless he was very pleased with what he seen in her, she was to remain still when she left the litter unless called forth by the Sultan. As well as Idrial was to stay by her side, unless told to do otherwise by the Sultan or the Slaver themselves.

Both girls were anxious to get this over and done with Zaynab’s thoughts kept going back to what she had been taught, if the Sultan would be pleased with her and Idrial. By now she had more confidence in who she was but as to the what, well that remained to be seen.

Outside the litter she could hear names being called, some women but mainly men. And her curiosity almost got the better of her. Reaching up to move the curtain aside just a bit, her hand just reaching the material. A loud hiss of sound stirs her, turning to Idrial her eyes wide looking at Zaynab with a firm shake of her head letting Zaynab not to. It would not be good to upset the Sultan or the Slaver this early in the game.

Speaking huskily in a voice so soft only Idrial could here her, “I am sorry my friend curiosity, anxiousness, fear has taken control of my body. If the Sultan does not like us what are we to do then. I do not wish to go back to the ship with the rest, or the blocks as they have said.” Indeed the girls had been warned that if they were not accepted it would be the blocks and they would be split up.

"Have I told you that I think you look beautiful in your garments, and how fantastic of a job you have done with mine? He has to like us Idrial, he just has to we have worked to hard to become what they wanted us to." Idrial truly did look beautiful in the garments that she wore and if Zaynab hadn't been chosen to play the lady part then Idrial would have been just as perfect except for her temper.

As the names droned on the girls became more nervous, wishing that the day would come to an end and they would know where their lives were to lead them. Then just at the very moment they thought for sure they were not going to be seen at all. They felt the litter being moved once more, moved forward not backward. This was it, this is what they had been training for the last six months for.

Zaynab listened carefully now waiting for the Slavers name to be called, upon hearing it her expressive blue eyes looks to Idrial. Seeing that the other girl was just as nervous as she, Zaynab takes her hand giving it a gentle squeeze with her own.

“He will like us, he just has to I could not bare losing you not after all this.”

Outside she could hear the Slavers voice talking, then his voice raised, "M’Lord may I present to you the Lady Zaynab and her servant Idrial. Zaynab is a true Lady from the lands of ice and snow, a jewel like no other in your treasury M’Lord. Idrial is from the lands from across the sea, known as Ireland. A jewel as well M'Lord."

Knowing that to be her que Idrial moved from the litter after looking to Zaynab once more. Taking a last breath, checking herself quietly and sending a pray to the gods above which ever they may be here.

The people around the room could see a slim white arm reach out its delicate hand taking that of Idrial’s extended one. Bringing forth a woman dressed in the softest of blues, her hair and face covered with sheer veils. Her eyes down cast as she had been taught, Zaynab was lead to the middle of the room. Her movements were as gentle as the wind on a soft day. Though her body was stiff it looked as if she walked in a dance hypnotising the eyes of all those around her. Idrial promptly removed the veil upon Zaynab’s head releasing the long waving white blonde hair to sway softly against her back, kissing softly at her ass.

Lowering her head in a respectful way, never once looking about her Zaynab stands quietly waiting for what is to come next. As she feels Idrial move to place herself upon the floor to her right of her at her feet. Standing there was torture, there was no sound it was as if the world had just all at once stopped making sounds. Zaynab found it hard to continue to stand there quietly she wanted to look to see if anyone was still before her. She knew that Idrial was indeed there and that gave her comfort, but it seemed that no one else moved, spoke, not even a whisper could be hear from within the room.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Just a nobody...

Kenneth had been in the area for months now, he was just another vagrant in the streets. He had paid more money to make this final voyage across the sea then any he had been forced to pay out over the last two years of his search.

With his identity hidden he had blended well with the English that had decided to make their homes in this wicked, sin filled land. He had quickly gotten to work, contacting the only family friend that knew his real self, and they placed him in their home as their employee.

He handled the horses that were bought and sold for the area’s more lofty citizens, and it wasn’t until today’s gathering that he had felt sure that there would be enough people in attendance that he would go unnoticed.

Now Kenneth stood outside with all the other nobodies. Just another man taking care of his Master’s horse. In this case his Master was his long standing friend and confidant that was getting the information he needed.

Kenneth would wait here until his friend came back and told him all he could. His friend would be a guest of the Sultan’s for many days, weeks perhaps. Kenneth would be the man in the shadows waiting to take his sister away from the life she had been forced into, from her kidnapping long ago.

His fingers curled in frustration, gripping the straps of the horse’s bridal. He led the phantom carriage, trimmed in polished brass toward the Sultan’s stable. No one bothered him or acknowledged him.

He proceeded to settle the beast into its assigned stall, having left the carriage where it was to be at a ready when his Master called, Kenneth relaxed knowing that no one thought more of him, then just a speck of dirt on the ground.


OOC: Remember I’m like the invisible man… you don’t see me

 

[Joe Schmoe]

The Grand Vizier read from the scroll, announcing the name and house from where each guest was from. The procession was long and varied, some from the region while others crossed continents to attend.

The Sultan watched silently, calm and noble with a welcoming nod that was given to those that approached. Servants would take the gifts that were not human and remove them from the dais, always keeping it clear for their Sultan and the guests.

Those with gifts of flesh were instructed where to kennel them, till the Sultan looked them over personally.

 

[Babette_____]

Lady Susanne handed her gloves and parasol to the servant at the door. Her hair was gathered tight against her hair, and she moved confidently into the room. Her best stallion had been led to the stables, and she knew he'd be cared for during her stay.

She took a chair on the soft Louis XV chair and relaxed into it. Accepting a glass of bubbling champagne she ran her eyes over the Sultan, his guests, and his women. Her eyes hit Miranda's form and she saw why the rumors of her beauty and her grace had fallen from the lips of her last lover. He had made several comments about how she was the favored woman to the Sultan, and now having seen her Susanne knew why. If she were one to dabble with women she would have sought out the beautiful redhead, but she wasn't here for that, nor did she wish to. What she wanted was a firm hard cock, to enjoy when she wanted to.

Her eyes rested on several men, but none of them showed promise, all seemed to be all ready trained in the art of pleasing a woman. At least trained in the way they had been taught by another. Susanne wanted fresh meat, and she hoped that the Sultan had something she could play with when she felt the urge. She hadn't had her body filled in weeks and she was aching to ride something for a long time.

 

[redbaron05]

As Prince Akbar sits and watches the procession of guests and gifts he cant help but notice a beautiful woman step from a litter and her apparent lady in waiting kneeling at her feet and smiles and wonders to himself if they are to be gifts to the Sultan? Either one would make a fine pleasure slave and keep him company but there is something about the one with the hair the color of fine wheat

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira (which is arabic for princess!!)
Age: 19
Hair: Black
Eyes: Violet
Height: 5'8"
Bust: (er forgive me i'm australian so our bust size goes on what our t-shirt size is so i'll just use mine which is) 14DD
Measurements: 35-24-36


Almira is the only Daughter of a sultan in another region of the country. She is rather headstrong and never does as her father wishes, but he compounds her behaviour by allowing her to get away with it, after she is his only child!! She also is used to getting her own way and sparks will fly if someone tries to dominate her, but maybe deep down that's what she reallys wants, a strong male who can dominate her.

Almira is captured by a slaver while out riding one day, she forgot to take her body guards again. The slaver relaises that he has high class merchadise here by her looks and by the quality of the horse she is riding. So he takes her direct to the sultan where he knows he will be able to command a very high price. She is a virgin, a complete virgin. no male has EVER touched her, her father made sure of that.

IC:

Almira lay tied to a table spread eagled, admittly it was lined with cushions and silks but the bonds pulled her legs and arms into unnatural positions and after 5 hours her muscles screamed in agony.

All this because she had to dared to say no to the Sultan's advances and had kicked him in the knee. You'd think a man with close to 100 women in his harem, and adding more today, would be able to find someone else to force his attentions on, she sniffed to herself.

At least she didn't have to attend that farce of a ceremony that was occuring in the Great Hall. Though she knew something was going to happen. She always knew when something was going to happen, she was a seer, passed down through her mothers' side of the family it was a curse as well as a blessing. Almira closed her eyes and thought of the "vision" she had had the other night.

She looks at the Sultan sitting on his throne, brut she sneers to herself, she continues watching her vision and sees the Sultans brother sitting at his right hand side, and his daughter to the left but slightly behind. She was a wild one that daughter of his, there would be sore pussy's in the harem that night, thank goodness one wouldn't be hers, yet.

Closing her eyes again on a chuckle and continued seeing, ahh there was Radu the Wolfbrother, a strong and fierce man, loyal too a fault as well, she saw him slipping a pale powder into a visting nobleman and then continue on his way. She also saw Yasmeen watching Radu, ahh she loved a good intrigue and Yasmeen certainly looked like she was interested in this man, but perhaps for more than lustful reasons?

Ahh there is the beautiful red headed Miranda, a very ambitious harem girl that one, Almira mused to herself, perhaps it would do to get on her good side, her survival might depend on it, especially if the sultan takes an interest in her!

She see's Symra looking at the Sultan and the jealous looks that crosses Miranda's face, hmm it would do that girls Symra some good to try to become Miranda's freind rather than antognize her with her obvious interest in the Sultan.

Interrupting Almira's "vision" remeberence comes a Strong mellow male voice calling "hello" and then the sound of violent movements.

Almira smiles to herself knowing that the unknown male she can hear is trying to escape, but also knowing that there is no escape, except death from the Sultan's palace of pleasure.

 

[Joe Schmoe]

The ordeal with Nackal

He doesn't know it but has been caught and sold. He is fairly well known among the nomads and thus his skills would have been told to any potential buyers. He looks again, to see if he can find anything in his limited view. There! What appear to be his scimitars. Knows he will need them to get out of wherever he is and thus tries again to free himself but again is unable. He keeps trying, disregarding what may happen, knowing any scrapes or rawness will pass in time*

The butt of a halberdier thumped the slave hard on the back of his head before a booted foot pushed anything close out of his reach.

"You are wanting to lose that arm? If you had gotten one of those swords it would have been more than your arm you would have lost slave."

The guard barked out orders. "Untie this slave from the bed and secure his hands in irons! Manacle his feet! Grab the chains! Put them on this beast! He is to be brought to the Sultan after presentation is finished, get a move on! Who is the imbecile that did not clear this area? "

Many hands dragged the man from the bed. Surrounded by spear points and scimitar blades they made quick work shackling the man then dragged him up to the curtain as the guard kept watch on the ceremonies, waiting for the signal to bring the man to the Sultan.

 

[DrStein]

Radu strode up toward the throne of the Sultan and in one fluid motion dropped down to kneel before he was bidden to rise.

"It is done, your grace," Radu droned in a deceptively soft voice. "Tomorrow, I shall make my rounds through the bazaar as you asked. In the meantime, I humbly ask to bring a harem girl to my chambers this evening." He knew the Sultan was unlikely to turn him down after accomplishing a task such as this, but he asked anyway out of deference to his master.

He looked up toward the group of women and his piercing eyes focused in on Yasmeen. "That one, specifically."

 

[Joe Schmoe]

"It is done, your grace," Radu droned in a deceptively soft voice. "Tomorrow, I shall make my rounds through the bazaar as you asked. In the meantime, I humbly ask to bring a harem girl to my chambers this evening." He knew the Sultan was unlikely to turn him down after accomplishing a task such as this, but he asked anyway out of deference to his master.

He looked up toward the group of women and his piercing eyes focused in on Yasmeen. "That one, specifically."

The Sultan's face showed no sign but his eyes sparkled with the pride he had in Radu. Again the man had done his task with nary a blink and all at the service, request and protection of the Sultan.

"Radu, you have served me more than well, you are like a brother in that I can trust you with my kindgom and my life."

He toyed with the trinket the slavegirl had given him in such a crytptic manner in his hands as the smile of approval curled his lips. He was not a superstitious man, believeing steel, determination and cunning can accomplish anything.

"I cannot refuse you my dear friend, take the girl and enjoy. I ask one thing from you when you do, find out what she meant." He showed Radu the talisman, "she spoke of protection, protection from what? from who? Find out what you can from her."

 

[Joe Schmoe]

NPC: guard with Almira

A guard paced the room that held the bound girl. Her chuckles brought him to stop and observe her, perplexed and irritated she found her plight humorous.

She laid on the table with a smile playing on her face all the while keeping her eyes closed.

He kicked the table, "is something amusing you girl? Count your blessings you are bound here rather than being put in a sack and tossed into the river. You have made a black mark on your existence here and it will be difficult for you to remove it. You'd be lucky if you were only put to work polishing the floors."

The broad chested man glared down at her, "I do not think it will amuse you once you feel your blood trickling down your back from the lash you are destined to meet. I have seen enough girls with the mind of a fool or the vain heart of pride come many times before you only to leave stains from their tears pleading for mercy as they were bagged. Do you take yourself so invincible as to laugh at the fate of your own destruction?"

He turned from her and took to his pacing again, "you wouldn't be the first and you will not be the last, but just like the sun rises and the sun sets the Sultan will still be on his throne, only that you will be a forgotten memory...like the others."

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira lay on the table still quietly chuckling to herself, when she felt it being kicked by the guard, "is something amusing you girl? Count your blessings you are bound here rather than being put in a sack and tossed into the river. You have made a black mark on your existence here and it will be difficult for you to remove it. You'd be lucky if you were only put to work polishing the floors." "I do not think it will amuse you once you feel your blood trickling down your back from the lash you are destined to meet. I have seen enough girls with the mind of a fool or the vain heart of pride come many times before you only to leave stains from their tears pleading for mercy as they were bagged. Do you take yourself so invincible as to laugh at the fate of your own destruction?" Almira watched the guard resume his pacing, about to make a comment the guard continues "you wouldn't be the first and you will not be the last, but just like the sun rises and the sun sets the Sultan will still be on his throne, only that you will be a forgotten memory...like the others."
Almira knew she should be submissive, she really did, but she just couldn't hold her tounge, it wasn't in her nature.
"have you quiet finished yet you sorry excuse for a man" she snarled at the guard, " I care not for black marks nor the honest exsistance marked by hard labour" Taking a deep breath she continued " and i care naught for that brute that calls himself Sultan, Jalal 'greatness' my arse" she spat. Kowing she was already in trouble and that the Sulatn would hear of everything that she had said she continued. "i can tell you now i will never float the river in a bag, i know this for a fact, just as i know that the Sultan has enemies that he doesn't realise he has"
Seeing the look the guard sent her Almira knew that his curiosity had been piqued and that he wanted to know more about these "enemies", but Almira closed her mouth, turned her head and looked out the window at the beautiful grounds surrounding the palace and watched the peacocks strutting around the ground sounding their mating calls. Hmm she mused to herself those peacocks really remind me of the Sultan.

OC:
For anyone's knowledge Almira doesn't hold the Sultan in very high regard, but that looks likely to change...!!!!

 

[Joe Schmoe]

NPC: guard with Almira

"have you quiet finished yet you sorry excuse for a man" she snarled at the guard, " I care not for black marks nor the honest exsistance marked by hard labour" Taking a deep breath she continued " and i care naught for that brute that calls himself Sultan, Jalal 'greatness' my arse" she spat. Kowing she was already in trouble and that the Sulatn would hear of everything that she had said she continued. "i can tell you now i will never float the river in a bag, i know this for a fact, just as i know that the Sultan has enemies that he doesn't realise he has"

This brought the guard to freeze in his tracks to snap at her. "Bite that tongue girl before it is cut from that vile mouth. The Khalim family helped restore the empire to the rightful Shah. Many have fallen and a sea of blood has been spilled to remove the threat of tyranny from our people and you speak of the Khalim family's name with blasphemous contempt?! That will only seal your fate and I for one would be honored to fulfill it for you...in his name."

The guard opened the door and whispered to one of the two that stood watch outside. The other left immediately as the guard closed the door and stood there staring at her with eyes of rage.

"Soon girl, soon you will be wagging that tongue with a different tone."

 

[Babette_____]

Lady Susanne Rolith - Sultan

Susanne approached the Sultan and introduced herself, "Good day to you Sultan Jalal bin Khalim. I am Lady Rolith." She lowered her head slightly out of respect, then lifted it

She told him of her husband, and his decreasing health as well as allowing him to know that her husband was very influential in the courts overseas and trading was beginning to increase rapidly. Susanne shared with him the desires her husband and she, herself had in helping that trade to continue, so they both could reap the rewards.

Her eyes glanced briefly at the Sultan's brother as well as his daughter. She wondered for a moment if what she had to offer would have been enough for what she wanted. Quickly she made decisions to increase her offering. "I would like to purchase one of your male slaves. I do not however wish to have him in my home of course. That would be overstepping my place. I wish to purchase his services. My husband is dieing and though I am not as young as the beautiful women in your possession I am also not quite ready to give up the activities I enjoy in my life."

She rested her eyes longer on his, "I seek the use of a slave. One that is untrained, or moderately trained. I will pay for his use, and if he requires punishment, I will pay for whatever damages are done on his person. I have brought a fine mare to give to your sister, to go toward this request, and another fine piece of horse flesh will arrive tomorrow for your brother. I would like to present you with free pick of my finest colts every Spring until I move on from these lands, along with a matched pair and a phantom, those to will arrive this evening. If we agree, and I send word quickly back to my home."

"I know you have many horses, and many are excellent breeds, but mine are expectional, and are sought out for stud services. They are excellent racers, however, if you don't find these gifts to your satisfaction I only ask what it is I can provide, so that I may come here, announced of course, and use this slave as I wish, when I wish it." She inclined her head once more, "As long of course he is not otherwise engaged in any other services."

She patiently waited for him to respond to her, keeping her hands twined together, she once more looked at the man and the brother. Her body responded to the two men and an erotic fantasty of enjoying the delights of both men played upon her senses.

 

[leopardlover]

Nackal chooses just that moment to fight. He knows where he is now, or thinks he does and doesnt know what will happen. He doesnt think he wants to find out. He swings at the man in front of him, knocking him out before any can stop him. He runs forward, the chain just long enough if he does not try to stretch his legs out fully, which he eventually does, sending him sprawling at Susanne's feet, where the guards catch up to him. He is dragged to a standing position, held tightly. He stares at her insolently before he is moved away by the guards, they stammering apologies and explaining how he broke away from them.

 

[cati]

Yasmeen

Yasmeen had stopped for a brief moment to speak with one of the other slave girls, asking after her welfare. The pretty, but frail girl had not being feeling well that morning and Yasmeen was allowed to given her something to settle her stomach. The concoction was little more than orange petal water, laced with cinnamon and acted more like a placebo than anything else, but it always seemed to work. Yasmeen often felt that the some of the younger slave girls required only a gentle voice and some attention for them to feel comfortable and secure in what could be a rather lonely existance.

The two females were still within hearing of the Sultan and the members of his entourage. Yasmeen's sense of well being vanished in an instant when she heard a male voice making a request of the Sultan and his adding...

"That one specifically"

Without having to look, Yasmeen recognized the voice of Radu and knew instinctively that the specific one was herself. She felt an unusual stirring deep within her belly and with that an uncertain excitement. This was indeed a strange turn of events!
It was well known in the harem that Radu rarely took a girl for the night, and when and if he did, that particular slave was sworn to reveal nothing of the previous nights activities for fear of reprisal, even death! The man's sexual desires were as mysterious as the devil himself. Yasmeen knew he would not hurt her, but he could make her life more "difficult", should he choose to. It was quite obvious the Sultan would refuse his faithful servant nothing.

Yasmeen wondered if Radu had sensed her eyes upon him earlier that evening or was he merely curious about her gift to the Sultan? She would find out soon enough what his intentions were. Yasmeen left the other slave girls side, satisfied that her doctoring had been appreciated and all was well.

Yasmeen gathered her silks around her hips and padded to an open area slightly removed from the assemblage of slave flesh in front of her. Sliding gracefully to her knees, she assumed her position among the rest.

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial had had just enouh time to thank her friend for her complement on their clothing before they were called from the litter. Idrial had done as she was told and kept her golden eyes down as she knelt at Zynab's feet. She was scared, and a very much unsure of what was going to happen, to them, and did not look around even when the silence of the room made her wish to look around. Her only other skills save for tending her mistress were telling Irish folk stories, and playing ether the lap harp, an Orcana, or pan pipes.

She waited silently the room was very quiet save for the Sultan speaking with one of his men, or servents she didnt know which, and didnt dare to look she had promised Zynab she would behave. Idrial couldnt hear what was said as they were to fare away she could just barly make out the sound. Being as near to Zynab as she was she could feel the slight trembling in her body and new that her friend shared her fears and worries, as well as her curiosity to look.

The floor where she knelt was cold and she could feel it thru the silk, and guazy material of her clothing, but kept silent. Knowing the Sultan would get to them in his own time. They were still out of the way off to the side where the Sultan had directed, the slaver to keep them until called further forward, and where they had exited the litter.

Idrial's long blonde hair was braided down her back the end touching just above her back slid forward over her sholder while she knelt, but she made no move to put her hair back in place, knowing that if she moved before being told that she would be punnished for doing so, and turly hated the feeling's that thought brought, but knew there was nothing to be done about it. Save wait until the Sultan bought them or turned them away..

 

[poohlive]

The Falchion was a beautiful weapon. Curved and slender, with a keen edge and deadly blade that would sunder anything it touched. Habib held it now, drawing it among the group. He grunted as he did so, hating to draw his weapon inside the palace.

It felt... wrong, to him. The palace was supposed to be a place of safety and sanctuary for the Sultan and especially the Harem. Each time he drew the Falchion, he realized on some small level he had failed the Sultan.

Habib used the handle to strike the escaped prisoner. One of the prisoners, Nackal, from a recent raid. He was supposed to be chained, shackled and delivered to the Sultan. A desperate attempt to escape, and now Habib held the weakened body in his hands.

"If you wish to stay alive my friend, I would suggest you not try that again," Habib hissed in the man's ear, both a warning and a threat. If the man opened his eyes, he would see no escape, not even for a man who was not chained up... and perhaps had a weapon, and no one knew he was trying to escape. This man had neither, and there were half a dozen other eunuch's inside the room that would easily kill him before he even left the room.

Of course, the struggle itself worried Habib. Every time someone struggled, or bumped into him accidentally, it felt as if someone had walked over his grave. The chance that they felt him stirring within his clothing, they bumped up against a hard piece of flesh that should not have been there, or heaven's forbid one day he fell down, slipped from his robes, and showed the whole world what was supposed to be cut off years ago.

He held the prisoner tighter in his grasp, keeping him safe, "If you wish to keep your life... and possibly your own manhood, I suggest you stay silent and safe. You know, life with the Sultan is not so bad. If you obey him, and respect him, he might even let you live."

Habib gave the man a shit-eating grin, and slapped him on the back.

"Just wait to be called, your fate will be here soon enough, friend."

 

[Blackie_Lovless]

It was with some difficulty that Burton achieved admittance into the house of Kahlim. He had no letters of reference or papers with him of any kind and only his good name to speak for him. He had little choice but to bribe the hulking giant of a guard who barred his way, promising a mention in his new book if he did as he asked. Whether the man actually understood what was said to him was rather beside the point.

"Let me repeat myself then... I am Sir Richard Burton, knighted by the queen of England herself, you black brute. Now be a good man and go and tell whomever you must that I would like an audience with the Sultan."

The massive Nubian signalled for another of his kind to stand guard while he disappeared into the palace. He hadn't understood one word that the Englishman spoke, but he sensed that the man was going to cause a disturbance of some kind. It was his job to ensure that nothing of the kind occurred during this time of celebration or the Sultan would have his head.
The guard returned in moments, one of the Grand Vizier's underlings walking ahead of him. He spoke to Burton in heavily accented English.

"I apologize for any inconvenience. The guard has not treated you badly I hope...as you can see the palace is over run with guests. I presume you have a calling card, yes, that would do...perhaps a letter of introduction Sir???

"Sir Richard Francis Burton" he again repeated. No, I have nothing on my person. My friends and I were assaulted a few days ago, our belongings stolen by some nefarious thieves in the night...my papers, money, credibility all gone." He continued...I offer the Sultan my greatest respect and admiration. You may be rest assured that I wish him no harm. Please, I have travelled a great distance and am very tired."