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

[Joe Schmoe]

The Jackal's Den

The three men left the palace grounds with nary a look behind them. Laughter and bravado were shared among them at the deed they had just done to the Sultan among his guests. They knew that was a perfect situation to be brazen since the time honored tradition kept them safe, even in the house of an enemy.

"Did you see how angry the Mighty Jalal was?"

"I will never forget!"

"The look of shock on the face of everyone was worth it alone, though I am looking forward to the rest of the jewels promised."

"Aye, we will have enough to live like kings, for a few weeks anyway. Wine women and song!"

"Come, we're to meet up with the others. They are waiting."

"I bet they are already drunk. No matter, I will catch up with them quick enough."

Rehashing the gory details kept them amused, laughing and sharing slaps on the back as they weave through the bustle in the narrow streets. Vendors holding and showing their wares, Others hawking what they had; cloth, baubles, food, weapons, drugs or women.

They ducked into a side alley then left the drone outside when they entered a tavern. Two others were hard at drinking as the three took to the stools around the table.

"Well? are you going to tell us what happened? By the looks on your faces I would say the gift was well received. The Sultan would be greatly pleased upon hearing this."

"Aye, I am to leave at dawn to be back at his palace by nightfall to give word to him about the delivery. I will have the rest of our promised gems then."

"Then let us celebrate while we can tonight! Old man! Another bottle over here!"

"Did you see or hear of his daughter the Seer while there?"

"Do not be foolish, Jalal wouldn't have had a new slave at the ceremony. Besides, I don't think he even knows what he has."

Laughter rang out among them.

"How I'd love to be a fly on the wall when he comes to find out that not only does he have Sultan Mustafa's daughter but a Seer at the same time."

"That isn't our problem. He'll send someone to return his daughter to him. Our problem is drinking all of this wine then getting what is due us as promised by the Sultan."

 

[DrStein]

Radu found the men easily enough. Their bravado was not hard to track down even among the din of the crowded streets. He scaled one of the mudbrick buildings and followed them via rooftop as swiftly as he was able. At every chance when he could predict their path and head them off, he removed one fo his garments to turn it inside out. He outfit was specially designed to be double-sided. The inside was tan cloth, and gave him the appearance of a foreign merchant who had adopted some of the local customs.

Radu further disguised his appearance by donning a sandana and an eyepatch. He smeered soot from one of his pouches on his face and hands to make himself look travel-worn, and rubbed grey ash into his beard and hair to look aged.

Finally, they reached their destination, and Radu descended swiftly to enter after them. He entered the tavern and moved to a table near the three men and the others they were meeting, eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Then let us celebrate while we can tonight! Old man! Another bottle over here!"

"Did you see or hear of his daughter the Seer while there?"

"Do not be foolish, Jalal wouldn't have had a new slave at the ceremony. Besides, I don't think he even knows what he has."

Laughter rang out among them.

"How I'd love to be a fly on the wall when he comes to find out that not only does he have Sultan Mustafa's daughter but a Seer at the same time."

"That isn't our problem. He'll send someone to return his daughter to him. Our problem is drinking all of this wine then getting what is due us as promised by the Sultan."

Radu's brow went up then furrowed. He mentally tucked this information away. His face smoothed to a mask of calm as a serving girl came by. He asked only for a cup of pomegranite juice. Judging by the behavior of these men, he could afford to bide his time and wait for them to let their guard down. The instant the opportunity presented itself, they would all be dead.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Buthayna

Those fingers running through her hair were so comforting. Buthayna always felt absolutely at peice when in the company of her Father. He was so strong, handsome, and proud but at the same time he showed her a gentle side that few, if anyone, else saw. She wiped away her tears and with a smile, wrapped her arms around her father. She was his little child and she couldn't bear to see her Father in pain. She leaned back to look at him, "There is no need for the knife, Father, I will come back with you."

Buthayna stood up off the bed with her father, coiling her arms around his and following him back out to the main room. She always loved her father, and always would. He treated her so kindly, and lavished so much affection upon her. She never really returned him the love and care that he showed her, and so, before they came back to the festivities Buthayna hugged tight to her father, "I love you, Father."

When they came back, the Sultan's Daughter seated herself next to him, holding herself with the regal manner that the Sultan expected of his gem. And, of course, she enjoyed watching the slaves dance. Their skilled movements inticed the Sultan's prized child, and she finally felt brave enough to ask, "Father.. if I may take a slave to my quarters this night, which one would you allow me?" She took her father's strong hand, running her dainty fingers over it as she smiled to him. She would always be his little girl, but she had womanly needs now.

 

[Joe Schmoe]

Jalal and his daughter

"There is no need for the knife, Father, I will come back with you."

"My heart rejoices! and remains in this old body a little longer. You have always been the compassionate one Bu". he said laughing as he tickled her like a little girl one final time. "Come let us indulge ourselves."

Buthayna stood up off the bed with her father, coiling her arms around his and following him back out to the main room. She always loved her father, and always would. He treated her so kindly, and lavished so much affection upon her. She never really returned him the love and care that he showed her, and so, before they came back to the festivities Buthayna hugged tight to her father, "I love you, Father."

"As I do you", as he placed a kiss upon the crown of her head.

When they came back, the Sultan's Daughter seated herself next to him, holding herself with the regal manner that the Sultan expected of his gem. And, of course, she enjoyed watching the slaves dance. Their skilled movements inticed the Sultan's prized child, and she finally felt brave enough to ask, "Father.. if I may take a slave to my quarters this night, which one would you allow me?" She took her father's strong hand, running her dainty fingers over it as she smiled to him. She would always be his little girl, but she had womanly needs now.

Keeping watch on the performers he leaned enough to speak in confidence to his daughter, '"as much as a father regrets acknowledging it, the day comes he can no loner deny it. You are my little girl, but, you are a woman, much like your mother in every way. Since this is a holiday for the House of Khalim it is only befitting that I admit you are now a woman. My sweet, you are now head girl of my harem. You will represent me in the harem. My law is your law is their law. You are now Valide Sultan Buthayna Khalim. You govern the harem in any manner you see fit as long as it does not interfere with the Chief Eunuch's duties and does not displease me. Rule it wisely my child. I will announce it formally once my duties have been taken care of. Go, mingle with the guests and let them look upon the prettiest bird in the desert. I shall return soon enough."

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Buthayna.. or rather Valide Sultan Buthayna Khalim

Buthayna listened to her Father, smiling at the mention of Mother. She did not remember her so well as she would like, but Father always made her sound like such a wonderful woman. And then he gave her a position, a place where she could serve her Father as the head girl of his harem. She swelled with pride, hugging her Father again before getting up. She bowed her head respectively to him and then went to mingle.

Yes, she was her Father's beautiful bird. A young woman of grace, poise, dignity, and gifted with a absolutely marvelous body. She spoke to a person here or there, but she worked her way to Miranda, her Father's most beloved slave girl. She wanted the best first, and she knew how much stock Miranda put in being her Father's favorite slave. If she adequately pleased the Sultan's Daughter, she would only be that much more prestigous among the Harem girls.

Of course, Buthayna did not mind friendly competition between the slaves if they felt inclined to be her favored slave. When she reached Miranda, she signaled her arrival by running her delicate fingers through the beauty's red locks. She smiled and ran her other hand across Miranda's cheek, "I'll require your presence in my quarters after my Father is finished with this ceremony, is that clear?"

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne - Nackal

Susanne had heard his words, just barely, for she had been standing by the guards. They too heard him, their hands moving toward their daggers. "Please go. . . I will deal with him." She waved them away, knowing they wouldn't hesitate to return if either felt she were in any danger.

The maid looked to her and she spoke quietly telling the young girl to lay out the food and she and the slave would dine alone. She watched the maiden do as she had been instructed, then walked into the bathing chamber where her new purchase sat washing away the grime and dirt. "You'll always be clean when you come to me." She said nothing else but walked away toward her bed chamber.

With great care she slipped the onyx buttons free of their slits and released them. She peeled off her royal blue dress that had begun clinging to her skin. The material was thin but still not as thin as the materials the Harem girls wore. It was soon tossed to the side and just as quickly retrieved by the small maid that resided in a room of to the side. She was to be at a ready when ever Susanne had need of her.

The sweat of Susanne's body was uncomfortable as she finished removing the silk slip and her slippers and stockings. Wanting to be clean herself from the heat of waiting so long in the room, she returned to her slave and the bathing chamber.

The tub was large and easily accomadated a small gathering of slaves if one so desired such things, but for now Susanne wished only to wash and tempt. She said nothing when she slipped her foot into the water and then her leg. Soon she was in the water and covered in its warmth. Her eyes gazed upon the body of her slave and she spoke to him. "You understand your job do you not? Your only purpose now for living?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda - Buthayna

Miranda looked up to Buthayna's eyes. She had known the young woman for as many years as she had known the Sultan. Miranda had seen the girl turn into a woman and she had known that she would be of age soon. Allowed to pick and chose who she wished to take into her bed.

Though Miranda knew many workings inside the palace Buthayna kept mostly to herself, rarely making an outburst, today being an exception to the norm. But today a bloody head had rolled from a basket, that too was not the norm. She smiled softly at Buthayna, "I would be most honored."

She knew that her rank as the Sultan's favored would not fall just because she was asked to be with Buthayna. All ready she had seen several men and women eye the beauty, but that was not all that crossed Miranda's mind. She and Buthayna had been friends, as well as friends could be when one was a Sultan's sister and the other his Harem woman.

"Buthayna, your father seems to have no need of me now. He is taken to doing much business. If you wish I am yours whenever you are ready." Miranda did wonder how much experience Buthayna had. Though they were friends some things were not discussed.

If Buthayna had been with others she wanted to know, so she knew how much the girl knew. She also was concerned about the woman's virginity. She knew she was eager to be enjoyed, but to lose the barrier of possession was something one only did if they had no desire to be wedded to some high and mighty leader that would search for a pure, untouched mate.

"We have some things to discuss first. But as your Father's woman I am more then honored and willing to do as you ask of me." She bowed her head out of respect and waited for Buthayna to advise her of her wishes.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Buthayna

"Yes.. of course, come with me please?" Buthayna led her way through the Harem towards her own private quarters there, "I'm sure you're wondering about my experience, yes? Well.. I have not been with anyone, yet. Though that is why I chose you, I wish you, my Father's most skilled harem girl, to teach me in the arts of pleasure," She moved through the curtains towards the soft cushions and turned, sitting down.

"I.. assume we get un.. dressed first, yes?" She was obviously a little nervous, not sure if she would be up to the task. She slid the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, revealing the smooth flesh that hid underneath. She then began to tug it down, lower and lower, until it pooled at her ankles. She pulled her feet out of it, and found herself in her undergarments, sitting before the Sultan's most favored woman.

"Miranda.. you're a dear friend. And you were practically my older sister. There is no one I would rather do this with then you. Of course, you must remember not to damage me, I am sure Father would want me unclaimed for my suitors when I choose one," She reached out, beckoning the ravashing red-head to come to her.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda - Buthayna

Miranda smiled and closed the distance between herself and Buthayna. "I am touched you think so highly of me. One never knows what someone thinks of my life or those of the women you and your father have around you."

She took Buthayna's hand and squeezed it gently. Her eyes roamed over the skin that had been closeted away from view of many and she felt a sense of peace override her. She would show Buthayna what it felt like to be pleasured and perhaps as Buthayna grew wiser and more beautiful she would learn not only what she liked but how to pleasure her own lovers as well.

Her hand reached out and touched the soft skin of Buthayna's cheek. Fingers slipped slowly down to her chin and up to her lips, where she traced each lip before moving her fingers slowly down to her friend's shoulder.

"Yes a friend, then sister, now teacher. I will do my best, but I Buthayna am but one of many that will show you different things. Never think that one knows all.... even I learn something new everytime I am taken or pleasured by another."

Miranda's fingers slipped to the bra that was thin and sheer, barely covering the soft globes of Buthayna's skin. Her other hand moved to the center of Buthayna's stomach and slowly eased up, her fingernail scrapping the soft flesh. "I'll not damage such a lovely creature. That is for your father to decide, since you are unspoiled in that way. I'll not do that without his permission. I thank you for being so honest with me."

She stepped into the personnel space of Buthayna's and cupped her breast with one hand, while the other slipped to her neck. Her lips hovered for a moment, then slowly she ran her tongue over the skin her fingers had so painstakingly touched. She tasted the lips of the friend she had known for several years, hoping to make this first time enjoyable for her. She no longer thought of being the Sultan's favored, for this moment she was giving her friend something Buthayna had wanted for sometime.

Her tongue slowly slipped into Buthayna's mouth, her fingers moved into her hair, and her other hand began to move up and caress her right breasts. She allowed herself to caress the nipple underneath the shear fabric and her pulse quickened in anticipation of taking the young woman to a place where so few every where given the chance to journey.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Buthayna

Moans escaped her lips as she held tightly to Miranda, suckling on her tongue as their kiss deepened. At first, the Sultan's Daughter showed her inexperience, and her kiss was clumsy and unenjoyable. But as the kiss continued, she began to melt into it, let the instincts take over and enjoy every moment. The taste of Miranda's pink muscle, exploring her mouth now, was delicious, and she didn't want to break this kiss anytime soon.

Then there was the hand. That hand now rested on her breast, clothed though it was, and was bringing inexplicable pleasure to it. It sent shivers down her spine and she arched her back, pressing her impressive breast into that hand. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself so far, the moans proved that of course, although the growing moisture between her legs as another indication.

Her hands lazily reached around to hold Miranda, the fingers rubbing the flesh of her back. She was slow, too focused on the pleasure, and was having difficulty as she tried to help Miranda out of, at least most of her clothes. For the moment, she continued to try, but she would be content to lay her under the kiss of this beauty if she could not succeed in the task.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda - Buthayna

She felt the timid touch of Buthayna's touch upon her back. Her skin tingled from the soft caresses the inexperienced woman placed upon her skin. Miranda deepened the kiss and continued to knead the flesh beneath her palm. Her fingers moved over the nipple and slowly she rubbed it, increasing the pull it had placed on Buthayna's breast. The button now extended fully against the fabric of her friend's bra top.

Miranda stroked the nipple as well as the warm tongue that was sliding inside her mouth. She tasted and enjoyed the scent and smell of Buthayna, showing her how to move her tongue in a pleasing manner. She would pull her mouth away, only allowing Buthayna to enjoy the tip. Then she would increase her loving caress by moving in deeper, sweeping and dancing with the heated moans of Buthayna mixing inside their mouths.

She stepped back for a moment, noting the longing in her friend for her lips, but there was more, so much more that Buthayna would learn. The ceremony was only at the lunch hour, and Miranda would not need to be back to her Sultan's side until later that afternoon. So right now she would take her time with Buthayna and allow them to both enjoy this uninterrupted quest of giving and taking pleasure.

"I will undress you Buthayna and then you may undress me, if you wish." She slipped her fingers around the woman's collarbone then eased herself from Buthayna's arms. Miranda moved behind the beauty and gently undid the ties of the bra top. It fluttered to the floor, leaving Buthayna's skin exposed to the air coming through the window.

Her fingers moved up Buthayna's sides and over to the front of her body. Miranda kissed her friend's back and slipped her tongue up to her neck where she nibbled gently. She was careful not to leave any mark on the woman's flesh, a punishment she wished not to earn. Her kiss soft and gentle added to the passionate moment, as Miranda cupped both breasts and teased the hard nipples. "How do you feel Buthayna?" the whisper of her words caressed the ear of her pupil.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Buthayna

The pride of the Sultan gasped, her eyes went wide and she felt every inch and fiber of her give in. She laid back against the most gifted servant of the harem, her body soaking in the pleasure. Those perfectly hands were making her dizzy with passion, making her nipples grow as hard as diamonds. She loved every second of this, and when she heard her friend ask her how she felt, a gutteral moan escaped her, "Wonderful!"

Her head lulled back and she looked into the eyes of Miranda. She felt her heart beating faster, and felt the first drops of sweat on her body. Buthayna took a hand from her harem girl, and slid it down that tuat stomach until it rested on the cloth covering her most sacred of parts, "Touch me here.. please.. I'm on fire, my friend," Just by touching it, it was obvious how much the Sultan's Daughter wanted this. Her flower was soaking wet, and it's thick scent of desire was filling the air, "You are truly worthy of the praise Father gives to you."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda - Buthayna

Miranda smiled against the girls request. . . or demand? She knew not which, but she also knew though Miranda was her friend and most trusted next to the Sultan, she would obey her. Request or demand had no place in the life of a loyal slave, only obediance. A Harem girl was still a slave, just one of higher standing. Though Miranda was the best and most favored, she knew her place and knew she still was a slave.

Her palms now rested against Buthayna's sex, as well as her breast. She began to kneed and rub each one. Teasing the warm, moist treasure and pinching at the now bare nipple. The cloth of the underclothing that covered the sex of her friend was wet with desire and even Miranda could smell the heady aroma.

Miranda moved her hand from Buthayna's sex. She brought it up to the girls waist and then it was joined by the other hand to slide over to her hips. Miranda sanked to her knees, her tongue trailing a long lick down her back, as she went. Once settled on the floor Miranda kissed the small of Buthayna's back, and eased off the thin material that had kept the moist treasure hidden.

Both hands caressed Buthayna's firm globes, and Miranda kissed each one. With her hands on Buthayna's hips, she slowly turned the young woman to face her. The smell of the untouched mound beckoned Miranda forward and she pressed a warm kiss to the top of Buthayna's pussy. Her tongue slowly snaked out, licking the juices that were gathering there. She then placed her tongue to the bottom of the slit and with a long, gentle relaxed movement, she licked from the end of the lush opening to the tip of it, before repeating the gesture once more.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Buthayna

She found herself in bliss once more, those arms were around her and those hands, oh god, those hands. Her hips were rocking, moving over and against that palm. Her whole body was sweaty and excited, and her juices dripped between Miranda's fingers. This woman was jelly in the experienced hands of the crimson-haired harem girl.

Then, she felt those panties being worked off, leaving her absolutely naked. Her suprise was increased when she was turned around, and she looked down at a beautiful Miranda, mesmerized by the sight of her virgin folds. Those lips, so soft as they kissed her own made her flush and arch her back, releasing a long moan.

It was only followed by more moans as that tongue began to lick up the juices of the Sultan's daughter. Her legs were getting shaky, and she wasn't even sure if she could stand on them anymore. Though, she was right. Within moments, she found herself sinking to the floor, running her fingers through the hair of this woman as she devoured Buthayna's womanhood.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda - Buthayna

Miranda had paused breifly as Buthayna sunk to the floor. When she found herself comfortable Miranda continued her pleasuring of the woman's body beneath her. She slipped her tongue over the warm, moist flesh, and she felt the trembling of the body she held in her hands. She slipped her fingers down the ribs of Buthayna's sides then rested on them on her hips.

Her fingers pushed deeply into the young girls skin, massaging it just as she did her tongue. Miranda moved her hands slowly down the joint of her lover's thighs and over to where her mouth rested and ate. Lifting her head from the hot, slick pussy that was begging her to continue, Miranda moved her hands to either side of the swollen aroused lips of Buthayna's cunt.

The petals of the woman's flower were open for her. Miranda dipped down and ran her tongue deep against the clit, flicking it and then she glided it down to the promising darkness that pulled toward her. She drank from the steady fountain that released the hot, liquid silk into her mouth. Miranda pushed and nuzzled Buthayna's body with her nose, breathing deeper of her womanhood.

Miranda eased one finger into the hot pussy and more juices urged free. She quickly lapped those up as well, tasting the flavor of the virgin's nectar. With strong movements, Miranda pushed her tongue into the opening of Buthayna's sex, lapping at the walls, as her finger began to move in and out, never going far enough to break the virgin barrier.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Buthayna

Buthayna was in heaven. Infact, she felt like she was somewhere better then heaven. She lay in absolute ecstasy, bliss, and wonder. Her normally clear and insightful eyes were now glazed over in pleasure, and the only movement her body made was her hips as they raised and fell.

She was absolutely soaked, and a puddle of her own juices as steadily pooling between her legs. A sigh escaped the lips of the sultan's daughter as those lips were opened, and now she was invaded in the greatest of ways by Miranda's tongue. Her cheeks blushed and all she could do was murmur and moan, giving in to every pleasure.

Then, that finger entered her and released another gush of juices. She was practically drooling now, and the scent of her sexual desires filled every molecule of her harem quarters, "Oooooh, Miranda.. do.. do not stop.. I beg of you, please don't stop!"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda - Buthayna

Miranda heard Buthayna's voice and continued the onslaught of her ministrations. Her tongue slid deep inside the folds of her lover's cunt, and began to move in and out just as her finger did. The gliding of her fingernail against the wall of Buthayna's body brought more honey for her mouth to devour.

She worked each side of her lover's passion filled flesh. Miranda moved her mouth from the wet, salvia covered sex, only to blow warm puffs of air against it. Her other hand went up and began to tease and pull on the swollen clit that was coated in the juices of Buthayna's body.

The intoxicating perfume filled her noise and she breathed deeper of it, while she inserted a second finger into the girls opening. Again she moved deep, never deep enough to hurt the girl. Miranda felt the lifting and bucking of the hips beneath her. She returned her lips and tongue to the slick mound and began to take and treat her to the highest points of pleasure.

Her fingers curled and gently massaged the front of Buthayna's sex. She loved it with the love one gave to a friend, wanting her to leave this place knowing the pleasure of touch when given to one so worthy. Miranda used her teeth as well as her tongue and began to nip at the pussy that was glistening in the light. Her other hand was quickly working a fast rythmn on the clit it tormented. Soon Miranda was building up speed, working faster and harder on the delicious syrup that was seaping from Buthayna's body.

 

[cati]

Taking a large guilded platter from the low banquet table, Yasmeen placed slices of succulent braziered oxen, skewers of lamb and some stuffed aubergine. To that she added a portion of sweets...dates, figs, grapes and nougat halvah. Pausing in her duty, Yasmeen turned and smiled at 83 year old Abdul Azim who returned her gaze and smiled laciviously, his lips already well oiled from his having consumed several kebabs.
The old man was a regular visitor to the Sultan's harem and was very attached to Yasmeen and often sought her out when the opportunity presented itself. The squat, rotund lecher patted the tassled cushion on his lap, signalling his desire for her to return quickly to his eager arms. Yasmeen inwardly cringed and a slight shiver ran down her spine at the thought of Abu's hot breath and moist kisses on her neck, but the slave girl was too polite and well trained to ever refuse him...and to displease Abdul Azim was to diplease the Sultan. For her time and trouble, Yasmeen was often rewarded with a new bit of jewellery or some other precious bauble, that she would then add to her collection of gifts. The wizened Kaliff adored the girl and she in return found him amusing and harmless company. Stubby, greasy fingers reached out to her the moment she returned, pulling at the hem of her skirts attempting to tear the fine silk from her hips. Abu prefered Yasmeen to all of the girls available to him. Her kindness and good humour never failed to surprise and delight him and he was grateful for her putting up with him.

Yasmeen would giggle at his teasing and would playfully slap his hands away whenever he attempted to molest her. Occasionally she would pretend not to notice as his fingers inched along her thighs seeking her bejewelled inner sanctuary. He delighted in squeezing her tender cushions of flesh, calling them his juicy grapefruits... which he insisted had be tested for quality and juicy ripeness. His childish antics were usually followed by uproarious peels of laughter and spasms of his choking on whatever bits of food were still lodged in his mouth and throat.

Abu Azim's great "pillar of salt" was the banquet's piece du resistance. After many goblets of wine, old Abu would boldly open the front of his trousers and beg her to fondle his well seasoned member. His eyesight obviously deceived the poor soul greatly, for the half shrivelled phallus had lost it's strength many years ago, but now he whispered in Yasmeen's delicate ear that his cock grew larger and fatter with each passing year.

"Yasmeen, he would sigh..."Please one small kiss, one kiss I beg you...have at least one small lick of my pillar...a tiny bit of salt will only add flavour to the evening's fare."

But Yasmeen would only smile and kiss the old man's cheek, insisting that too much seasoning would only ruin an already perfect meal.

 

[leopardlover]

He is nearly clean when she returns, tanned skin glistening under beads of water as they fall down his form. He looks up and is slightly mesmerised as she strips, unable to draw his eyes away from her form til she is submerged. Then he has the feeling of her legs against his to distract him.

He continues soaping his body, wishing to be clean.

"I shall be clean before being with any. Because it is my wish. Not for any other's desires. As to my purpose and sole objective in life, I kn not. But I am a chieftains son. I shall decide when Im free and it comes upon me. Til I leave this place I am to be a slave, and for now...Give you pleasure. Right?

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial still sat in her cage near her mistress, and wondered how long the ceremonies would last. Though she dreaded what there punishment might be for trying to escape. The quite of the room and cold of the floor made time seem to crawl by.

Looking over at Zynab she couldn't help but be proud of her friend. She didn't show any sign of being cold or miserable save for the hardening of her nipples and a vacant expression as though she were remembering her home land, and not worried at all as to what their fate would be.

Idrial moved a little stretching her cramped muscles, and looking to Zynab asked. Would ye care for another tail Mistress

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne and Nackal

She laughed at him, her face full of mirth as she heard him claim to be a chiefton's son. Picking up the soap she washed her own body, the smile still wide on her face. Susanne felt the chuckles escaping her and she no longer could contain them. She dipped her head into the water and clapped her hands. The young maided hurried and ran a jar of rinse water over the soapy hair that was covering Susanne's head.

"You, a cheifton's son. That is one claim I didn't think to hear fall from the lips of a Sultan's slave." She waved the girl goodbye and then stared at him. Her head tilted as she realized her spoke what he considered the truth. She shrugged her shoulders and looked stood up, the soap flowing down her long frame. She stepped from the water, and walked over to another part of the room where she pulled a cloth from a basin and rinsed the soap from her skin.

As she did so she spoke to her slave. "Perhaps you are a cheiftan's son. The point is, you are no longer. You are correct you are a slave. You are nothing but a slave, and you are hear because I wish to have you give me what my husband no longer can. He is weak with age and sicknes, and you are strong and more then cabable, I'm sure." Her eyes drank their fill of him.

"You no longer hold no importance. You are less valuable to the Sultan then his prized horses. Do you know that is what I paid to have you for myself? Horses. . . I breed the best. Now the sooner you accept that you are nothing to me but someone to make me feel pleasure the sooner your life will become acceptable to you."

She stood there her body glistening with clean water and waited to see what more laughter this man could bring to her senses.

 

[leopardlover]

He laughs quietly as she assumes he merely jokes.

"There is no maybe about it. It is a certainty. We are small but...We still are. I am a slave because I was attack from behind while fighting two other men. As to being less then a horse, I doubt it. As you had to offer several for my services if you remember"

Nackal dunks himself, getting as much of the soap of before coming up again and walking to her, to end up just in front of her, body merely inches away. He reaches out, taking the cloth and running it over her body, to finish the task she started. When it is done he drops the cloth and his fingertips lazily trace the shell of her ear, then down further, along her neck to her collarbone.

"As to pleasing you...Only so long as I recieve pleasure as well. Otherwise, you shall only find torment at my hands. And be warned. Never harm me. Else one night they may find you lying in your bed dead. I really do not think I'd enjoy the sting of a lash. Or keep me locked in chains after, so doped up on aphrodisiacs I can not think straight. There is your one and only warning."

With that, he tils her chin and leans in, kissing her long and hard, tongue pressing against her lips insistantly, letting the remaining soap run down his body, not worrying about it just yet.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne - Nackal

Her body leaned into the kiss and she felt herself melt against him. Susanne's sex hummed with pleasure, but she pulled back once the kiss ended. "You still don't understand do you?"

She walked away from him. "Do you think what you want truly matters? You are nothing more then a peice of property. When I'm finished with you, I'm done with you. You go back with the rest of your little slave folk until the next woman or man," she smirked, "comes for you."

Susanne sat down and brushed out her long hair. The water falling in ringlets down her back. It stung slightly as the teeth of the comb worked through her hair, she looked at him from the reflection of the mirror.

"Do you think I care whether you get pleasure or not? Have I given you the impression that I care about your needs? If I did, then let me set you straight. All I require of you is a hard cock to ride. Do you think I can not do that? That I need you to be willing to get hard?"

With a knowing look she placed her brush down, and rang for one of the guards. A guard was in the room in seconds his blade drawn. "Wait there," she told him then Susanne moved back to her new toy.

Her hand wrapped around his cock, and then she dropped to her knees. Swirling her tongue over the head, she slowly slid his shaft into her mouth. She sucked greedily from it. After several seconds, Susanne lifted her eyes to his. "I can chain you any where I want, and you'll still rise for me. Do you dare deny this?" She asked her lips still hovering over his swollen rod, her tongue slipped over the extended veins. The corner of her eyes caught the sharp blade in the guards hand.

"I'll take you as often as I wish... and if you fight me, they will watch everytime." She stayed on her knees smelling his musky scent. "You will be taught that you have no will here, you are the Sultan's property and you should learn that."

Susanne guided his cock into her mouth and began to move her head up and down on his sex. Her nose nuzzled into the hairs of his flesh and she breathed deep his heady aroma. She moved back allowing her hands to rest over his cock. "Do you understand now? I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. . . it matters not to me."

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira and a younger guard

Almira smiled to herself as she settled back onto her table and allowed the guard to strap her back into the restraints, she couldn't believe how easy it was to talk the guard into releasing her so that she could see to her personal needs. He must be new she mused to herself, that was the only explanation. That and she had said that she would take the blame for the Sultans wrath if he ever found out. Eh he must be really gullible if he believes that the Sultan would only be angry with one of them.

As she lay back on her table she glanced out the window and saw a shadow of a man stop and stare and her, she was hit with a flash of insight. This man was here to liberate a harem member, that she would stake her life on, but other than that she could sense no malice towards the Sultan.

As time passed Almira caught herslef wandering about her father, Sultan Mustafa, had he sent people looking for her? did he know where she was? did he even care? Almira berated herself for that last thought, her father loved her, of course he would send people looking for her, of course he would.

 

[Joe Schmoe]

The Sultan meets his guests

When Jalal's daughter left to mingle and enjoy herself he rose to personally welcome his guests. Snapping his fingers he summoned Symra to accompany him. Miranda was his favored not only because of her beauty but because of the length of her dedicated service to her Master but Symra was as much a favorite in her own right and in her own different way; personality and pleasures. This was a way to impress upon those visiting the impeccable taste he had in women. Calling over a vizier, who would inform him of the unknown guests' names and from where they were from, the three joined the throng of people.

With the girl one step behind his left and the vizier to his right they wove through the standing, sitting and lounging festive crowd. pausing among them to clasp arms and welcome them into the House of Khalim.

The Grand Vizier had already begun, while Jalal was attending to his daughter, the same courtesy, milling among the people welcoming them as well. When the two met in the midst of everyone the Sultan whispered to him to gather the Slavers in an adjacent room so he could wrap up any deals between them to free up the remainder of the holiday for everyone then went about his polite duty again

"Ahmed Inijid! So good to see you, my friend", as the two clasped arms. "I do hope your family is doing well and that the blessings of Allah shines upon your house."

They spoke briefly before the Sultan excused himself to meet others. "Later we shall talk and catch up on the lost days between us, you have my word. Now I must greet others."

The Sultan and his small entourage came up to a Western foreigner. "My Sultan, this is Robert de Magoun."

"The honor is mine for you gracing my home with your presence. I hope you find our culture, food and our women to your liking. Enjoy all that I have during your stay."

Another western foreigner stood near by as the vizier went up to help introduce, "we are graced with the company of Aristotle S a Diplomat representing his country.

"Welcome to the House of Khalim. I would enjoy talking to you more at a later time about relationships between our two kingdoms. I am sure you have already been before Fath Ali Shah but since you are here maybe we can improve or add to what the Shah and you have agreed upon. Make yourself comfortable in my house and partake in all that is here."

The small troupe welcomed and greeted everyone in the Great Hall while food, song, wine and women were shared by all. The vizier led the Sultan and his concubine to one final guest.

"Sir Richard Burton, may I introduce to you our great and generous Sultan, Jalal bin Khalim."

The Englishman bowed.

"I have heard tales of you and your travels, Sir Richard Burton. I have heard you are a scholar and author and that you have spent time in India studying their arts of pleasure. I am sure you will find many pleasurable experiences with my girls that will inspire you to write 1001 stories, but, to enjoy for the sake of enjoyment is good in itself. So I pray you will partake in the pleasures that await you here and enjoy them to their fullest."

After the formalities of greeting were finished the three headed back to the dais where male slaves had removed the thrones, laying a vast array of colored cushions upon it for their Sultan.

Jalal reclined with a sense of relief that all was going well after the rough start. His guests seemed to be enjoying themselves as drink flowed endlessly, food served to all and his girls enticed and entertained everyone present.

Jalal pulled the svelte creature that accompanied him closer, thoroughly enjoying her supple softness and alluring fragrance while she fed him delectable morsels, cooed in his ear and teased his body.

He savored each bite she fed him, every touch she gave him and every sing song whisper she spoke between his deep bubbling draws from the hookah that burned the Turkish tobacco hashish mixture. The calebration was now in full swing.