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

[blackopal19]

Zahra was suprised by the Sultan's announcement. She hadn't expected to dance! But she saw the Egyptian Diplomat smile and nodding, before going over to the musicians in order to select the music.

She heard the beat and reluctantly stood and moved to an open area. She closed her eyes, letting her body feel the beat. Her hips started to undulate slowly...then faster and more confidently as she adjusted to the music. She gracefully spun her body, moving her hips, legs, and arms as she let the beat of the music guide her through the traditional belly dancing of Egypt. The stones and metal of her decorative clothing jingled and clinked as she twisted to the music, adding to the atmosphere.

Then the beat of the music became faster and faster, and Zahra took on the challenge. She moved faster, her whole body twisting gracefully and spinning. Then suddenly it was over, the beat stopped and Zahra struck an elegant pose upon the floor in perfect timing with the beat. Her chest rose and fell as her breath was shallow, but she could not hide the smile upon her face at such a complete execution of the dance she had been taught as a child.

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial sat quietly near Zynab with the other Heram girls awaiting the new sultans pleasure, wether it be to tell a storie... join with him, or another of his choosing.

Idrial kept her eyes on the floor tho she wanted to watch Zahra dance she knew that her movements would only make her want to reach out and touch ether the dancer or herself, and that would only embarass the sultan if she did, and so she kept her eyes on the floor and waited pacently.

 

[redbaron05]

As Miranda bows and takes her leave to prepare for the upcoming journey Akbar speaks to Si again, "Actually my friend you shall be able to relieve your "sexual frustrations" as she put it as a show of my gratitude for your years of service to my family I grant you permisson to use my favored one's services for the duration of your journey."

As Si bows low Akbar takes his leave and returns to his seat watching the new slave dance. What grace and style she has Akbar thinks as she finishes her dance Akbar stands and leads the applause proclaiming, "You have pleased me slave come join me at my seat." As she moves to obey Akbar continues speaking as he indicates Idrial, "And now my guests for your entertainment this slave shall tell us a story."

Returning to his seat Akbar speaks to the waiting slave, "Sit here in my lap." Shortly after she sits his hands begin to explore her body gently caressing and rubbing her curves as he listens to the story being told.

 

[blackopal19]

If possible, Zahra blushed as she heard the sultan speak. She had pleased him!

Excitement surged through her as he beckoned her to him. Part of her wanted to run away as he motioned to his lap, but she dared not, and lightly sat upon his lap. She was releived to find that she was not the one he wanted to share a story. Her command of the different language was not great yet.

And then she felt his hands upon her! Gentle carresses and exploring touches. She smiled at him and the crowd, biting her lower lip lightly as she felt her young body beginging to respond.

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial hid her surprise as she was called to tell a storie she had not expected to be asked so soon, and thought of a storie quickly one she had read in her fathers books of arabian fables.... She made her way to the center of the room facing the sultan, so that everyone might see her, and hear her, bowing to the Sultan she awaited his permission before she began.

This is the storie of The Talkative Tortoise

Once upon a time, when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the future Buddha was born in a minister's family; and when he grew up, he became the king's adviser in things temporal and spiritual.

Now this king was very talkative; while he was speaking, others had no opportunity for a word. And the future Buddha, wanting to cure this talkativeness of his, was constantly seeking for some means of doing so.

At that time there was living, in a pond in the Himalayan Mountains, a tortoise. Two young wild ducks who came to feed there made friends with him. And one day, when they had become very intimate with him, they said to the tortoise, "Friend tortoise, the place where we live, at the Golden Cave on Mount Beautiful in the Himalayan country, is a delightful spot. Will you come there with us?"

"But how can I get there?"

"We can take you, if you can only hold your tongue, and will say nothing to anybody."

"Oh, that I can do. Take me with you."

"That's right," said they. And making the tortoise bite hold of a stick, they themselves took the two ends in their teeth, and flew up into the air.

Seeing him thus carried by the ducks, some villagers called out, "Two wild ducks are carrying a tortoise along on a stick!"

Whereupon the tortoise wanted to say, "If my friends choose to carry me, what is that to you, you wretched slaves?" So just as the swift flight of the wild ducks had brought him over the king's palace in the city of Benares, he let go of the stick he was biting, and falling in the open courtyard, split in two!

And there arose a universal cry, "A tortoise has fallen in the open courtyard, and has split in two!"

The king, taking the future Buddha, went to the place, surrounded by his courtiers, and looking at the tortoise, he asked the Bodisat, "Teacher, how has it possible that he has fallen here?"

The future Buddha thought to himself, "Long expecting, wishing to admonish the king, I have sought for some means of doing so. This tortoise must have made friends with the wild ducks; and they must have made him bite hold of the stick, and have flown up into the air to take him to the hills. But he, being unable to hold his tongue when he hears anyone else talk, must have wanted to say something, and let go of the stick; and so must have fallen down from the sky, and thus lost his life." And saying, "Truly, oh king, those who are called chatterboxes--people whose words have no end--come to grief like this," he uttered these verses:


Verily, the tortoise killed himself
While uttering his voice;
Though he was holding tight to stick,
By a word he slew himself.
Behold him then, oh excellent by strength!
And speak wise words, not out of season.
You see how, by his talking overmuch,
The tortoise fell into this wretched plight!


The king saw that he was himself referred to, and said, "Oh teacher, are you speaking of us?"
And the Bodisat spoke openly, and said, "Oh great king, be it you, or be it any other, whoever talks beyond measure meets with some mishap like this."

And the king henceforth refrained himself, and became a man of few words.

Idrial waited quietly when her storie was over she hadnt reolized how lost she had become in the tale or how well she had weved its words until she was finnished and the room around her was quiet... Breifly she wondered if she had said something wrong but wasnt sure and so sat quietly and waited.

 

[bullshot]

Si / Akbar

As Miranda bows and takes her leave to prepare for the upcoming journey Akbar speaks to Si again, "Actually my friend you shall be able to relieve your "sexual frustrations" as she put it as a show of my gratitude for your years of service to my family I grant you permisson to use my favored one's services for the duration of your journey."

Si smiles hearing these words, and wondered what Miranda would have to say once she found out that he, Si, had the Sultan’s permission to use her services for the duration while they were away from the palace.

Humming gently to himself he left the throne room to prepare for the journey, he didn’t have much to collect just his bag that contained various changes of clothing and a crate of twelve bottles of wine. The wine was his remaining stock of the best wine that was supplied to the Sultan for his use when entertaining guests.

Si laughed when he realised that both the Sultan and Miranda thought that he had a special wine that was drugged for use on the slaves. The drugs he used were never far from his person they were kept in his money belt and went everywhere with him, it was too much of a risk to leave things like that available to anyone else.

He was going to enjoy teasing Miranda with the wine, especially as she normally drank some when she was with the sultan and his guests. He wondered what she’d think if she knew that the crate only carried normal wine.

Once everything was in order he called for guards to collect his gear and load it onto whatever was carrying the luggage, with instructions that Miranda wasn’t to go near the crate of wine. He then settled down with a glass of wine to wait for Miranda to select her charge and collect him.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Once the dancer had settled herself on Sultan Ackbar’s lap Kenneth was about to leave and follow after his sister. Before he did though another slave was called forth and he found himself entranced with her speech. He looked closer at her and saw that she was one of the women that had been in the cell next to another slave. His eyes searched out the crowd and he saw the other woman, the story tellers friend. Both looked flushed and he wondered if perhaps they had been “broken in” by someone in the palace. He sighed deeply, wanting to take all the victims of this barbaric land away and shelter them.

It was the thought of victims that brought him up short. Miranda was a victim - Amanda - he told himself, trying to keep the woman that was his sister separate from the woman he had fucked just hours ago. His cock jerked from the thought of taking his incestuous behavior to another level and having his sister as his pet for the night. He shook his head at the image and cursed himself. No he would ask for the favored one’s company, offer much for her and then he and Rolith and her whore would help him take Miranda... his Amanda home with him.

He walked up to the Sultan waited to be noticed. His eyes glanced over the lovely slave that the Sultan was petting. He could almost smell the woman’s aroused state and his own sex reacted to her scent. Once Kenneth gained permission to speak he bowed to Ackbar.

“Sultan, it is an honor to witness your coronation. And just like I gifted your brother, I gift you Sir. I have recently purchased several of Lady Rolith’s finest stallions. Her stud service is unquestionable and I know that they will bring you great wealth with the offspring they will provide you with.”

He cleared his throat. “I was wondering if perhaps the favored one could be my companion this evening?”

His eyes traveled back to the woman that sat on the Sultan’s lap, she was beginning to look very aroused and he smirked as thoughts of taking a virgin slave to his bed stirred him. Now he had images of not only his sister, but a virgin cunt as well.

Kenneth shook himself from his thoughts. He was amazed at how quickly his morals had become degraded. He would be happy to return home. He looked back at the Sultan.

“You Sir have been blessed with many beautiful gifts. To loan me the most jeweled on would be most kind of you.”

 

[leopardlover]

Nackal slipped back to his mistress' bed after a nice soaking, continuing his nap there til he hears her voice. He dreams of her, of passion filled nights, long rides, the wind whipping through their hair and ir. He dreams of many things but her nude form keeps passing through his mind. Their ride becomes a romp in the saddle as they race over the sands. A quiet moment looking at the stars or the sun as it sets becomes lovemaking under them, they all but forgotten.

It rouses him though he is still just a bit sleepy eyed when she joins him in bed. That doesn't last long though. Susanne slipped up her lover’s form and then ran her tongue over his lips. He's fully awake at that point but decides to see if he can fool her. He can not it'd seem.

Her teeth find his neck and he groans softly. "Punished huh? How would you punish me?" he sighs happily. He squirms in her grasp, his hands running along her naked curves familiarly. "I think I agree. Not being naked and ready for you when you come to bed. Such a naughty slave I am." He grins.

"I can't claim you though if I'm being punished can I?" His lips find hers hungrily, greedily, his dreams and her delectable form atop him making his body clamor for her, for the sweet release he knows he shall find in her slick depths.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne/Nackal

Susanne chuckled against his lips. “Insolent slave,” she laughed and then sat up to stradled his hips. "I want to play. . . So, you are going to be very busy." Her fingers trailed down his chest. "First, you are right, you can't claim me, if you are being punished." She rolled her sex over his cloth covered cock.

"I will punish you for that horrible deed of wearing clothes after you have claimed me. . . since when you are done you'll be properly naked for accepting your punishment."

Susanne bent down and slid her tongue over his right nipple and then his left. She worked little kisses and bites up his body until she reached his neck where she licked and sucked hard. Her tongue dived into his mouth and she stroked the firm muscle back and forth with renewed vigor. “Tie me up and claim me,” she told him. Her eyes flashed with desire. “Make me yours,” she whispered as her tongue ran down his neck and trailed over to his nipple.

“Punish me for not sharing you. Take me and show me how a real man fucks,” she growled as her tongue lapped at his nipple. “The Sultan did not fuck me. . . you have me for yourself this night,” she told him. Her mouth sucked hard on his nipple before she moved over to the other and bit its tender flesh.

“Give my your soul,” she said. Her tongue trailed over his stomach, she licked at his belly. “Burn into me your body, so when he wants this woman, he only gets a shell.” She slid up his body to return to his mouth.

“I want nothing but you in my mind when the bastard drives his limp cock into me.”

She ground her hips against his sex and she lapped at his tongue. “Fuck me slave. . . become my Master . . . if you dare to try,” she bit his lip and teased his cock with her slick pussy.

 

[leopardlover]

Nackal lies beneath her, eyes closed, breathing picking up slowly as her mouth moves over his body. One opens and raises an eyebrow when she tells him to tie her up. Up to this point she had not seemed the type. Not that he minds doing as requested in the least.

Her words enflame him at least as much as her actions, throbbing in the cloth of his pants. The fabric is very damp from a combination of her slickness and the precum that is already leaking from the head of his cock. He rolls over with her, his tongue still moving against hers fiercely, passionately. He's going to take her challenge. Even though he already has her heart he's going to make her beg for more. Or beg him to stop. Hwe hasn't decided yet.

His hands move quickly down her body, tracing her curves with eager hands til they get to her waist, and his. There he undoes his pants and let's them slide down his body as he wriggles around before kicking them up and catching them. These he uses as his first bit of rope. He slides them through the slot in the headboard then quickly around her hands so she is spread out unable to move except her lower body.

That is quickly remedied though. He grabs the first two fabrics, which happen to be a skirt and shirt of hers. He uses them to tie her legs apart. His hands slide up her legs, along her calves, over her inner thighs to her moist core. Hos hands rest there for several moments, teasing her folds with feathery touches.

"By the time I am done you will be begging for release, begging for my touch. You just got yourself into something you do -not- want to. When I'm done with you you'll not be able to punish me. You'll be too exhausted."

 

[Babette_____]

If Nackal thought fear was showing in Susanne’s eyes, he’d been mistaken. Only lust ran through her at that moment. She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to suddenly desire to have this man take her as his woman. Her heart was his and she knew that by the end of his conquering over her body he would own that as well as her soul.

Her pussy was slick with so much juice she could feel it sliding from her cunt and coating her thighs. She squeezed her muscles and more nectar flood free.

“Show me,” she growled out, thrusting her hips. Her arms instinctively pulled on her restraints as did her legs.

Susanne’s body was already aroused from the words she had pressed upon her slave. She’d never given up so much of herself. She knew he was the Master now and she the slave. She pictured herself as she now saw herself whenever she was with Nackal. She was an equal. She knew this, but when they made love or fucked she was in control only as much as he allowed her to be.

She would crawl on her knees to him if he declared it to be something he wanted from her. Susanne was caught and it was in a trap that she welcomed.

“I have my doubts you are so skilled,” she raised her brow. She wanted him to take her over and over, she wanted to flow thick and hot for him. She craved it desperately. She only wanted him between her legs and no other.

“Give me what I want. . . take my soul.”

 

[redbaron05]

Sitting with his new pet upon his lap Akbar lets his fingers gently caress and stroke her as he listens to the story that Idrial is telling. Listening intently to her words as his fingers gently caress the sexy slave on his lap.

Akbar applaudes as she finishes her story,"Well done you are a wonderful storyteller and you please me tell us another." As the storyteller completes her tale Akbar sees Lord Evanston approach.
Summoning a nearby servant Akbar orders' "Take this slave to my chambers and prepare her to spend the night in my bed." Smiling at the young woman on his lap Akbar reassures her "It's okay go and I shall join you shortly"

After the slaves bow and leave Lord Evanston approaches granting him an audience Sultan Akbar asks, "Ahh Lord Evanston i trust you are enjoying the festivities this evening what may i do for you?"

Bowing Evanston says, "Sultan, it is an honor to witness your coronation. And just like I gifted your brother, I gift you Sir. I have recently purchased several of Lady Rolith’s finest stallions. Her stud service is unquestionable and I know that they will bring you great wealth with the offspring they will provide you with.”
Smiling Akbar says, "Thank you Lord Evanston I humbly accept your gift what petition may i grant thee this night? Continuing to speak Lord Evanston says, “I was wondering if perhaps the favored one could be my companion this evening?”
Shaking his head Akbar replies, "No this i cannot grant you as she is promised to the Pharoah as a thank you for the fine gift he bestowed on me."

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial blushed as the sultan complemented her on her ablitys, and as the sultan spoke with one of the guests who approched him she begain to think of another tale to weave as she had been told.

Tho she did not hear the converstation from where she was Idrial recognized the voice as the same one she had heard outside of the window when they first arrived, and had been placed in their cages. Pushing thos thougths asside for the time being she begain her tale.


The Tortoise That Refused to Leave Home.

Once on a time, when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta was born in a village as a potter's son. He plied the potter's trade, and had a wife and family to support.

At that time there lay a great natural lake close by the great river of Benares. When there was much water, river and lake were one; but when the water was low, they were apart. Now fish and tortoises know by instinct when the year will be rainy and when there will be a drought.

So at the time of our story the fish and tortoises which lived in that lake knew there would be a drought; and when the two were one water, they swam out of the lake into the river. But there was one tortoise that would not go into the river, because, said he, "here I was born, and here I have grown up, and here is my parents' home. Leave it I cannot!"

Then in the hot season the water all dried up. He dug a hole and buried himself, just in the place where the Bodhisatta was used to come for clay. There the Bodhisatta came to get some clay.

With a big spade he dug down, until he cracked the tortoise's shell, turning him out on the ground as though he were a large piece of clay. In his agony the creature thought, "Here I am, dying, all because I was too fond of my home to leave it!" And in the words of these following verses, he made his moan:


Here was I born, and here I lived; my refuge was the clay;
And now the clay has played me false in a most grievous way;
Thee, thee I call, oh Bhaggava; hear what I have to say!
Go where thou canst find happiness, where'er the place may be;
Forest or village, there the wise both home and birthplace see;
Go where there's life; nor stay at home for death to master thee.


So he went on and on, talking to the Bodhisatta, until he died. The Bodhisatta picked him up, and collecting all the villagers addressed them thus: "Look at this tortoise. When the other fish and tortoises went into the great river, he was too fond of home to go with them, and buried himself in the place where I get my clay.

Then as I was digging for clay, I broke his shell with my big spade, and turned him out on the ground in the belief that he was a large lump of clay. Then he called to mind what he had done, lamented his fate in two verses of poetry, and expired.

So you see he came to his end because he was too fond of his home. Take care not to be like this tortoise.

Don't say to yourselves, 'I have sight, I have hearing, I have smell, I have taste, I have touch, I have a son, I have a daughter, I have numbers of men and maids for my service, I have precious gold.' Do not cleave to these things with craving and desire. Each being passes through three stages of existence."

Thus did he exhort the crowd with all a Buddha's skill. The discourse was bruited abroad all over India, and for full seven thousand years it was remembered. All the crowd abode by his exhortation, and gave alms, and did good until at last they went to swell the hosts of heaven.

Idrial sat silently when her tail was done and waited hoping that she would be asked to return to the others.. she had no other arabic tales to tell that she could remember from her fathers books.. if asked then she would have no choice but to tell a tale from her own home lands, and prayed that it would be acceptable.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth bowed his head and showed his understanding. “It is a wonderful gift you bestow to him. I can think of nothing greater. I will withdraw my request and be happy that you would have at least considered it had she not been busy. Perhaps when the beauty returns. Enjoy your celebration Sir, it is one I am sure will be full of wonderful moments.”

He turned and picked up another glass of wine as he thought about the trip that Miranda would be making. He would not be able to reach her for at least two weeks. . . more if the Egyptian decided to enjoy his sister’s fruits for a longer amount of time. He drained his drink and declined another.

His ears registered the young slave ending her story and he sighed as the thought of what fate had beheld her and her friend. He wondered if perhaps he could rescue them while his sister was away. Perhaps he could aid them and he could get them to his ship and pull them and his sister from fates grasps.

Kenneth retired to his rooms, wondering if perhaps there were more women willing to abandon the Sultan and how many he could sneak out from under the man’s grasp.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda noticed the time and called for the young maiden that had awoken her earlier in the day. The young raven-haired beauty, with olive skin, and dark black eyes was soon at Miranda’s side, a look of fear on her face. “It will be fine,” she told her. “The man accompanying us is not allowed to touch you for you are pure. I am the favored one and he is not allowed to touch me either.”

Miranda chuckled at the girl. “You are safe, as am I . . . but I do not care for our traveling companion, but I will enjoy tempting him and then laughing as he is forced to sleep alone during our journey.”

The slave girl was ordered to supervise the packing of their supplies and then to wait for Miranda while she went searching for Si Habib. Once she found him, she only raised a brow and told him the caravan was ready. She said nothing else, having no desire to speak to the man. She then moved to the Sultan and thanked him for the honor of being chosen to accompany the young slave girl.

They parted with a soft kiss and she bowed her head to him. The Sultan smiled up at her and told her that Si Habib was to be treated with honor in all ways and to be kind to his dear friend. Miranda tilted her head, not making the connection. She knew that Ackbar was aware of her distaste for Si Habib, so it never occured to her what he meant. She smiled back and whispered, "But of course, my love. He will have my utmost cooperation for this trip."

Her eyes flashed at the woman on Ackbar's lap and she sneered. She bent down very low and whispered, the Sultan may have heard her, he may not have, Miranda didn’t care. “Enjoy it while you can my beauty. . . I will be back.”

She rose and tilted her head in a most friendly manner and headed out to the caravan, Si Habib by her side.

 

[bullshot]

Si / Miranda / Gift

Miranda was short and sharp when she found Si waiting for her, just telling him that the caravan was ready to leave. He followed her to the Sultan and smiled when the Sultan smiled up at her and told her that Si Habib was to be treated with honour in all ways and to be kind to his dear friend. Miranda tilted her head, not making the connection.

Knowing her distaste for him Si realised that she hadn’t understood what the Sultan had said to her, this was confirmed moments later when.

[I["But of course, my love. He will have my utmost co-operation for this trip."[/I] she replied to Akbar.

Si smiled again when he heard Miranda virtually threaten the Zahra as they left. She was expecting to return and take up her original position but Si was sure that the Sultan had given him permission to use her because he’d have no use for her on her return.

Si walked outside with Miranda and the gift to where the caravan was assembled, Miranda and the Sultan’s gift got into the litter that was there for them while Si mounted his horse. The Sultan’s guard was mounted but the Egyptian troops were on foot, the pack horses carrying their luggage brought up the rear.

They set off with the Egyptians leading followed by the Sultan’s guard, with the litter and Si amongst them finally they had the pack horses and their handles. They travelled for the rest of the day setting up camp about an hour before dusk, there was a tent for Si and another for Miranda and the gift.

“Would you two like to join me after our meal for a glass of my finest wine?” Si asked Miranda. “I’ve something that I’ve got to tell you,” he added looking directly at Miranda.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda/Si/Gift

Miranda settled herself inside the canvas tent that the servants had quickly erected. The first day of the trip, the group did not get far. The coronation had taken up most of the day. When they did make camp Miranda and her charge quickly bathed away the dust of the trip and donned some clothing that was thicker then their normal wear. The warmth of their bodies heated up the material and they both knew they’d be protected from the air that would eventually grow cold in the night.

When they emerged the young woman followed Miranda, as if the favored one was her parent. Miranda at first was annoyed, but in the end found herself filling sorry for the young girl. She was much like Miranda. She’d been there since she was a child and was now being taken away to be used by a man.

Miranda noticed Si approaching them and she sneered as the thought of the young girl beside her being forced by the skills of Si being unleashed upon her once she arrived at her new Master’s residence. When he made the request that both women accompany him and partake in a glass of wine, Miranda’s guard dropped. Si would not dare touch the gift that the Sultan had arranged for the Egyptian so she accepted his offer.

The group surrounded a flaming fire and soon were dining on fruits, dried meats and bread that had been packed with the other supplies. After the meal the young girl asked if she could decline the drink and Miranda studied her for a moment.

“I’m sorry. You must accompany us to Si Habib’s tent. He is to be honored and to dishonor his gift of wine would not be polite,” Miranda told her. The young girl nodded her head and rose when Miranda was finished.

Miranda looked down at Si Habib and asked if he was finished with his meal. “We can discuss what you wish in your tent if you’d like. Would you prefer we speak alone or in the presence of the Gift?” She waited for him to lead them into his tent and partake of the evening wine.

 

[bullshot]

Si / Miranda / Gift

“I’m sorry. You must accompany us to Si Habib’s tent. He is to be honored and to dishonor his gift of wine would not be polite,” Miranda told her.

Si smiled when he heard this, knowing full well that Miranda was scared to take wine with him alone in case he drugged her, of course with the gift along she thought that they were quite safe from the drug. What she didn’t know was that Si had no intention of using the drug on either of them during the trip, he’d only use it if it was necessary when they reached Egypt.

“We can discuss what you wish in your tent if you’d like. Would you prefer we speak alone or in the presence of the Gift?”

“It doesn’t matter either way,” Si tossed at her as he got up and led them to his tent, he knew that Miranda wasn’t going to believe him, but that didn’t matter she’d have to surrender in end or suffer the consequences when they returned.

Once they were seated in his tent and he’d poured out three goblets of wine, he put the goblets on a tray and offered the first choice to the gift, hesitating she looked at Miranda for guidance. Miranda nodded so the girl took a goblet, next Si offered the tray to Miranda taking the remaining one himself. He took a few sips of the wine waiting for the girls to start on theirs before clearing his throat.

“Miranda you do realise that you’re mine for the duration of this trip, don’t you?” he asked and then laughed as she spluttered on her drink.

“That’s what the Sultan meant when he told you I was to be treated with honour in all ways and for you to be kind to me,” he explained. “Of course he told me separately that I had his permission to use you for the duration of the journey,” he added with a big grin on his face as he saw Miranda’s face darken. He knew that Miranda wouldn’t like the situation, but after she’d had time to consider she’d realise that he was telling her the truth.

The fact that the gift was there made it even more difficult for Miranda, she was after all a slave and he was a free man. If they’d been alone he knew that she would have said something, but she couldn’t set a bad example to the young girl who was going as a gift to the Pharaoh.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda/Si

Miranda downed her wine and stared at Si Habib for several moments before she smiled back at him. The Gift sat quietly sipping her drink. She could feel the tension in the tent as well as the displeasure of the favored one. She was not surprised when Miranda called for a servant, and one entered the tent.

“Take the Gift to my tent while Si Habib and I discuss our trip.” The servant did her bidding and the Gift left the tent.

The Favored One took a deep breath and felt her fingers curl into fists. She had no doubt that Si Habib spoke the truth, the look in his eyes was full of satisfaction. She studied him for several minutes. She knew she was a slave, she was the favored one though and so she did wield some power unfortunately only over slaves that were below her and all were except men. Si Habib however was not a slave and even worse, he was a great friend to the family.

“You surely don’t want me Si because I am not attracted to you in the slightest. I find the methods you give the Sultan to control his women distasteful and the fact that the one time he allows you to break in two slaves you abuse the privilege.”

She stood up and deposited her glass on the small collapsible table and smoothed out her long robe that kept the thicker pair of slacks and shirt she had on hidden.

She pushed back her hair and stared down on the man that was watching her. “I’m sure you’ll have a fine time in Egypt, perhaps you’ll find someone to your liking there. If there isn’t anything else to discuss I am tired and will return to my tent.”

 

[bullshot]

Si / Miranda

“You surely don’t want me Si because I am not attracted to you in the slightest.”

“I suppose that the gift is going to throw herself at the Pharaoh and it will be love at first sight,” he laughed at Miranda’s remark.

“It doesn’t matter how a slave feels about the master her job is to pleasure him,” he continued still laughing at the look on Miranda’s face. “I think you’re forgetting yourself, you’ve had it your own way for so long in the palace you’ve forgotten that you are a slave even if it WAS as the favoured one. Just remember that until we return to the palace I’m your master and by the time we reach Egypt and the Pharaoh you’ll be acting as a slave should,” he told her suddenly getting serious.

Because she’d had so much freedom in the palace and all the slaves and guards answered her demands she was starting to think that she was a free woman. Si knew that she could lose her life if she acted the way she does in front of the Pharaoh, he wouldn’t stand for her putting on false airs. She was going to have to learn to be a proper slave all over again and thanks to the Sultan he was in a position to train her.

“If there isn’t anything else to discuss I am tired and will return to my tent.”

“No Miranda you will not return to your tent, you’ll spend the night here in my tent,” Si told her smiling. “No I’m not going to make use of you, I’ve had enough for one day. You can sleep on the floor by my feet as a good slave should, and in future you’ll wait to be dismissed in my presence. Just remember what the Sultan told you and we’ll get along fine,” he added knowing she wouldn’t be pleased to be treated like the slave she was.

“Now for some other rules, never order servants or slaves around when you’re in my presence, I’m the master remember. In future you’ll present yourself to me each evening before bed dressed as the pleasure slave you are. I’ll then decide what to do with you, I could have you give me pleasure or like tonight have you sleep at my feet, on odd occasions I might send you back to the tent you share with the gift. But remember it’ll be my choice not yours,” he told her as he started preparing for bed.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda/Si

Miranda’s eyes flashed with hate. The fury in her was evident in the cold stare she gave him. It took all her strength to not reach out and slap the man. She turned away as he disrobed and spoke to the air around her though her words were for him. “I AM the favored one. I am just being given as a gift for the time being in appreciation. If I am to bed you then fine I’ll bed you. I can do that with anyone. . .I have. You are like a typical male I’m sure. Once you’ve finished you’ll leave and that is fine by me.”

When she felt it safe to turn back around she did so and faced him. “Pleasure you? Pfft...” she ran her eyes up and down his body. “There is a difference between pleasure and service. I will service you. Pleasure slaves give pleasure with not only thier bodies, but with desire as well. I will service you... just like I would any man that I am told to do. Whether you come with pleasure or just because it is instinct, I could care less.”

She walked up to him and closing the distance that separated them. “I have not forgotten my place. If my Sultan is not pleased he would have told me. You over-step yourself if you think he is dissatisfied with me. If you harm me,” she laughed. “You will suffer. Do not even think of punishing me.”

“I’m more then happy to sleep on the floor, for you Sir are not worthy to have me in your bed,” she hissed. Miranda spun on her feet and dropped to the floor where she sat while her temper tried to cool.

 

[bullshot]

Si / Miranda

Si could only smile as Miranda ranted on about pleasure and service, the fact that he could take her without it having any effect on her nearly made him laugh.

“You were the Favoured one, don’t forget that Zahra has taken your place for the duration, maybe that’s why the Sultan sent you to the Pharaoh,” he said laughing.

“As for punishing you, what makes you think that you’re going back to the palace to complain. Not that it would make any difference the Sultan will probably punish you again for displeasing me,” he told her. “But remember you’re only a slave so you won’t be allowed to talk to the Pharaoh until you’re in bed with him. I on the other hand can talk to him openly and suggest that the Sultan wanted him to keep you as you’re a very accomplished pleasure slave,” he added.

Si knew that he was pushing her to the limit but she had to realise who was in charge, if she ever wanted to return to the palace she was going to have to be nice to him. He knew that she was in a temper but that didn’t concern him, he wasn’t going to bed her that night any way, that would come when he was good and ready.

With that last retort Si climbed into his bed without a thought for Miranda on the floor.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda glared up at him as he climbed into bed. “You ass,” she hissed quietly, then much louder she continued speaking to Si Habib. “The Sultan would flog you if you didn’t bring me back and left me there. Watch yourself Si, for you are now my enemy.” She curled up on the floor and felt the hot tears of anguish caress her closed lashes. She refused to let them fall. “The new slave is just that... new,” she muttered.

Her fingers curled into fists and she tried to relax her breathing so she could sleep. Her body was tense from waiting for his command or his actions against her. She lay there several hours before she finally fell asleep. Her mind conjured up images of the different people she’d come across over the last few days. When they focused on Si Habib, her dreams became ones of darkness and anger.

She tossed and turned most of the night and eventually gave up on sleep and stood up. She stretched and walked to the opening of the tent. It was still dark outside and the guards were keeping watch. The fire burned brightly and gave an eerie glow to everything. She braided her hair and picked up her robe. She slipped it on and then slipped on her slippers.

Without a thought to the man behind her she made her way out of Si’s tent and took a seat on the collapsible seat that was placed by the fire for her to sit on. She watched the flames lick the sky and she found herself staring into them. The night sky was littered with stars and she wondered what tomorrow would hold for her.

 

[blackopal19]

Zahra prepares for Sultan

Her young body shivered on the lap of the Sultan as his hands further explored her. Even as he whispered into her ear, it made her tremble. When the ordered slaves came for her, she bowed respectful to him and prepared to leave. But not before she heard the hissing threat of what seemed to be from the Favored One. No matter, she just flashed her broad smile and pretended not to understand.

The slaves took her to what seemed to be a preparation room. They brushed her hair, tangling beautiful flowers that stood out with her black hair. They rubbed sweet smelling oils on her body, removing her simple but elegant white cotton saran, and replaced it with something more sheer and soft to the touch. But they left her intricate gold and precious stone top on. They wanted to attack her face with makeup, but she would only allow the traditional Egyptian bold eyes and ruby lips to accent her face.

Then she was led to the Sultans chambers. It was nearly breathtaking, seeing the sheer wealth and splendor of the room! After the slaves left her, she took a few moments to take in the beauty, before positioning herself upon the bed in the pleasing manor of which she had been taught.

The woman who had hissed at her was worried. Or jealous. No matter. Although Zahra was young, she was not dumb, and knew that the Favored One shared a better life than most in the Harem. She also knew that ones that born sons were held in higher regards.

She would do her best to please him, but now had nothing more to do than wait.

 

[bullshot]

Si / Miranda

When he woke next morning Si could see that Miranda had disobeyed him and left the tent without permission, he dressed and when he looked out of the tent he could see Miranda half dozing in front of the fire.

Si smiled realising that he had caused her to have a sleepless night as the things he’d said had finally got through to her and caused her to worry. Well she’d spend the coming night in his bed, she seemed to think that she’d lie there like a sack of potatoes but Si had other ideas. She might start like that but before he finished with her she was going to participate fully in giving him pleasure.

“Good Morning Miranda, I see you didn’t sleep well last night,” he said as he approached her. “I hope you sleep better tonight, would you like me to have a small cot moved into my tent for you?” he asked with a smile. He knew this would rile Miranda but she dare not do anything in full view of the rest of the camp.

He sat down beside her and they were both quickly served breakfast, as they ate the slaves were packing up camp ready to move and the gift rising too late to be served had to serve herself.

Soon the litter was ready for Miranda and the gift so the caravan set off with Si feeling in great spirits, thinking about the previous evening and the evening to come when Miranda should if she obeyed present herself dressed as a pleasure slave.