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

[leopardlover]

A shudder runs through him at her bite, loving it. He has never been bit before like that, let alone marked. It thrills him, one hand coming to her head to press her teeth in deeper, harder. He moans his pleasure in her ear.

"Oh gods that is good...Please...More..."

He continues his thrusting even as she orgasms around him. He is being driven closer and closer, hisa muscles tightening, hips thrusting faster and faster, slamming her into the wall as his pleasure builds. His groping becomes harder, rougher, as he begins losing control. He could not stop even were all the sultan's guards to come in and tell him he would be drawn and quarted if he did not.

The pleasure is too sweet, the friction of her spasming over him too deliscious a sensation, the heat and wetness driving him higher and higher, his desire consuming him.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne - Nackal

She heard nothing but the need of her own body. She bit him harder, sucked with more passion. Susanne knew he would bare a bruise that showed he had been well used that afternoon. His pumping increased and she felt the build up of another promising level of existance.

Pulling her mouth from his neck, she glared down on him. "Make me come again!" she growled out as she tightened her muscles on his cock. She wanted to feel his seed shoot into her, she needed to take all he offered and she wanted to drink her feel of him.

"More!" she cried out as she gyrated her hips. Her shoulder blades dug into the walls of the room and she loved the pain. "Don't stop slave," she screamed as she felt that edge once more, it was rapidly approaching and she knew that the heat of his sex would erupt soon and when it did Susanne knew her own body would respond in a heated eruption of rolling hot lava.

 

[leopardlover]

Her words spur him on and with one last thrust that buries him in her as deeply as he can his balls unload into her, sperms jetting from him in shots that feel as though they are riipped from his body so intense are they. His cock pulses again and again for what seems an eternity. His head lolls back with the pleasure over load, moaning from the feel of you milking him, taking every last drop.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne - Nackal

Susanne screamed out her release. Her nails dug into his flesh as her head pushed back against the wall. Her body rolled in a wave of heat that consumed every pore in its path. She tingled with pleasure as she came over him once more.

The powerful moment fed from her very soul and she trembled with lust as she spiraled back down to the moment of release. Her body throbbed with pulsating shudders and long spasms of release. Her fingers relaxed their hold on his skin, and she felt as if she were coming slowly down from an mountain that had suddenly crumbled from beneath her feet.

Susanne felt herself melt against him, her breathing haggard and worn. She pressed a long lick over his neck, and up his ear, where she nibbled with tender bites and long sucks. "Very well," she told him, her voice full of thick pleasure and surprised wonder.

 

[leopardlover]

He shuuder, panting heavily as he comes down from the sexual high, leaning into her, trying to regain his breath. He feels sated, body a bit limp from the pleasure that just ran through his muscles, that set his nerve endings on fire.

He groans softly, moving his head slightly so she might play with his ears more easily. One hand comes up to cup the back of her head again, fingers stroking through her hair. "

That feels nice. Please...Keep doing it."

His voice it soft, his movements languorous, the signs of a temporarily sated man. His hips move back and forth gently, shivers running through him with each thrust of her silken flesh over his oversensitive flesh, the post orgasmic pulses of her pussy keeping him -very- hard.. The thrusts are slow, easy, prolonging his own pleasure without being over painful. His neck throbs slightly still with the pain of her bite. e knows he has been marked as hers, that soon as any see him they will know he has been marked, and taken. But right now, he not only doesnt care...He likes it.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne - Nackal

Susanne heard his words of pleasured delight and she felt her body still being rubbed by his hard cock. Her own body temporarily sedated, she breathed deep and felt her throat dry and scratchy.

She felt the sweat of her body, and felt a rumble in her stomach, as she remembered that the afternoon was still young and there were more hours he could service her. She pushed back her hair, her body still pressed to the wall, and she relaxed the hold she had on his waist so her legs released him and his sex fell out of her.

His arms still around her, she looked up at him. "Release me, I need a drink, and I'm finished now." She let her hands rest on his shoulders as she waited for him to do as she had commanded him.

 

[leopardlover]

"Alright."

He releases her, letting her slide to the floor before stepping away, moving towards the bed. He flops down onto his back, spread eagled. He is not thinking or much of anything, just lying there, eyes closed. Then he starts to think, wondering if his time here might not be too bad. That the past litle bit of time was quite pleasurable.

He still wants his freedom but...Who knows what will happen? He is hard but it does not bother him, quickly fading as his thoughts wander. He falls asleep as he rolls to his side, facial features at peace, appearing content. He figures she shall not want him for a while again and he is in no huge rush either. So...He sleeps, dreaming of riding the desert, free as a bird, sword at his hip, ready for anything.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne - Nackal - then back to the Party

Susanne left the room and drank a large goblet of wine, her body well sedated and her thoughts on the revelry that was still going on in the main part of the palace.

She moves to her bedroom and sees her slave sleeping on the bed. Shrugging her shoulders she moves over to her closets and picks one of the lovely Arabian ensembles and dresses in them. The scent of their joining still hot on her skin. Susanne had thought of telling the slave to move himself from her bed, but she decided she was curious as to what was being done in the palace.

Pulling the service rope a guard appears suddenly at her doorway. "I will be returning to the festivities. The afternoon is barely ending and I wish to enjoy others. Watch him, and I understand that if he is dead when I return, it wasn't your fault, I have a feeling he'll be a handful."

She looked back to the sleeping man and left the room. Her body complete and her eyes full of lust filled passioned. She was for now content, but as always, she was never without a plan of having several lovers. One slave was exceptional, a member higher up on the ladder was even more desireable.

Susanne found a place to rest and enjoyed the revelry surrounding her.

 

[leopardlover]

He slips further and further into a deep sleep, not even moving, a sleep that could last hours and hours from all he has been through recently, culminating in his joining with the English lady.


(Maybe someone will come in and wake him while Susanne is away? :-D)

 

[cati]

Yasmeen trapped.

Yasmeen thought herself so very clever in disappearing the way she did. Now she realized just how foolhardy the trick had actually been. Mumbling a minor curse to anyone who cared to listen, the slave girl cautiously grabbled her way in the pitch darkness. Pieces of broken concrete and who knows what else cut into her bare feet as she padded along.
As she finally reached one hundred and fifteen paces, she began to feel for the latch...then again at one hundred eighteen, yet found nothing.... now one hundred twenty paces exactly. Yasmeen began pressing against the opposite wall with her hands, pushing as hard as she could. "The opening must be here…somewhere… surely I haven't miscalculated.?" She could feel the tiny claws of the palace rats as they squealed and scurried over her bare feet, running in fear of the strange figure struggling in the dark.

With a rising sense of panic, the lovely began to dig into the stone wall with her bare hands, managing to rip away only a few tiny fragments of limestone and marble. The iron latch that opened the door to freedom was no where to be found.

"My mind cannot be playing tricks on me…someone has sealed the door from the inside and removed the inner latch…I know it....but why would anyone do such a thing?"

As each minute passed, Yasmeen became more and more fearful for her own safety and decided to make her way back to the great hall. Counting out each foot fall she slowly retraced her steps. Soon, the sound of laughter and loud conversation could be heard through the stone partition.

"It matters not, I cannot go out that way… everyone would see me… I would become the laughing stock of the harem."

Shamefaced, the slave girl slumped down onto the hard clay surface beneath her bum as a thin layer of dust slowly settled and adhered to her hot and sticky flesh, adding to her discomfort. Yasmeen felt herself becoming unglued as the temperature in the crawl space became unbearable. The once fresh air replaced now by the heavy odor of centuries old decay.

"I'm going to die in here and no one will be the wiser," came the pathetic response. "I'm going to be sealed in this hole forever.… a lovely, lonely prisoner of my own making…alone, unloved… dead in this horrible tomb."

No-one would see the thin tracks of the girl's tears on her grimy cheeks. No one heard the loud sobbing that followed.

 

[Joe Schmoe]

The jackals' prey

The three men left stared with their mouths agape at the sudden and now deadly threat in the tavern. They rose, toppling the table over, crashing the bottle onto the floor into hundreds of shards of earthenware, wine spilled among the strewn straw and debris.

Quickly sobered, three jambiya's were instantly draw from their sash as they glared at the murderous merchant. One stepped forward only to lose his footing on the wine slickened floor to fall and have the breath knocked from him. Stepping over him the other two advanced. A nudge by one brought them to seperate as they flanked their prey.

The bravest slashed first at the man with his curved dagger followed by his partner with an uplifted arm to bring his knife down for a killing stroke. They were crazed with bloodlust by the lives taken by this snake in their den and only his head on their table would satisfy them.

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira escapes the princes clutches

"What is going on here?"
"She was sick," The guard said, "Said she needed to go outside, and could not walk on her own."
Habib nodded, understanding, "Go back and guard the Sultan. I will take care of her."
"There you are. If you feel a need to be sick some more, please do so. We are outside and alone now."
"The prince has wanted you for his bed tonight. That is why I am here, to bring you to him..."

He paused.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

Almiras brain ran with ideas, she finally settled on the out that the guard Habib had given her.
"Oh" she groaned again "I feel so sick and weak, i've been tied up for the last 48 hours with no food or drink, ohh i feel so ill i could faint"

She raised her head and gave the guard a sad look "Please can you take me to my room in the harem and send a herbalist to me? please?"

Almira hated begging but she knew that everyone was aware of her rather volatile nature and she thought that she would have more of a chance convincing someone that she was ill if she seemed pathetic and weak.

She held her breath and waited for Habib's reply, she knew of his reputation he was a fair man with the slaves and harem girls, and was known to intercept on their behalf with the Sultan and his Brother. She could just hope that this would be one of those times

 

[poohlive]

Habib had to furrow his brow for a moment, looking at the young woman. She did have a good look, fair and peaceful. He couldn't help but smile as he sympathized with her.

"Ok, here," He scooped her up in his arms, smiling down at her, "I'll take care of you."

They made their way to one of the private rooms. Silken curtains surrounding large pillows and blankets. He placed her down in the middle of the room, barking orders for the herbalists and food and water to be broughten.

"Do not worry," He said, sitting down next to her, "You will be strong and healthy."

Food, still fresh from the feast came up, as well as jugs of water and wine. Everything spread out before her, before the both of them. The herbalist said she would be up as soon as she could.

"There, everything you need. Is there anything else?"

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira plays up to Habib's gentler side

"There, everything you need. Is there anything else?"

Almira nearly laughed out loud with relief, she couldn't believe how easy it had been. Keeping a sick look plastered all over her face, she looked up at Habib from under her eyelashes.

"There are only two tiny things i need for complete rest and peace of mind" She whispered in as weak as voice as she could muster.
"I need to know that the prince has been told, by a reliable sorce, that i am to ill and weak to see to him. The second thing i need, isn't so much a need but more a wish"

Almira closed her eyes, she couldn't believe she was going to admit this to Habib, but he seemed like such a nice man. "Since being brought to the Sultan's palace i have had no intelligent conversation, or for that matter no real company, i am lonely. I would love for you to please join me in a meal and talk to me." She looked up at Habib again

"Music, Dance, Clothes, they hold no real interest to me, but politics, general palace life, anything, it would relieve my boredom so much and bring me peace of mind. Please?"

Almira reached out a hand, but held back from actually touching Habib, she held it just above his arm, and sat watching him, awaiting his answer with baited breath.

 

[Logan2]

A guard gently pulled Robert away from the dais and talked to him in german, which surprised him.

"Excuse me, but you shouldn't talk to the slaves of the sultans without the express allowance of somebody. I can help you."

The guard guided Robert from the main hall down some corridor.

"I will show you to your rooms, your lugguage was allready brought there and you should be comfortable there."

They went through several corridors and soon Robert was totally lost. They arrived at the suit that was reserved for him and he was surprised bay the splendor of the single room. He didn't know that this was one of the more simpler rooms since he wasn't that high in any rank.

The guard showed him around and then said.

"Perhaps you would like to take a bath before you go to sleep." With a inviting motion he guided Robert along two corridors and this time the young noble took great care to remeber where they went and soon they arrived at the bath.

 

[DrStein]

Radu easily evaded the clumsy attacks of his opponents. After clearing the path of the overhead attack, he grabbed the other man by his wrist and pulled his arm out. A swift knee strike dislocated the elbow, making the whole arm useless. A punch to the face broke his jaw and silenced his cry of pain.

The seocnd man made another swipe of his jambiya, but Radu snatched his arm out of the air, easily overpowering him and driving the blade into his friend's throat.

A hard kick to the man's leg shattered his shin bone. As he fell, Radu grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face into the glass-shard covered ground, bringing forth the sickening crunch of his skull fracturing.

Only one remained as he tried to make an escape. But Radu was too quick. The last man only made it two paces before Radu descended on him and drove the jambiya of the man he had just killed into the infidel's back up to the hilt.

Radu took a moment to inspect his handiwork. It was then that he noticed another in the room. "Where do your allegiances lie?" he asked evenly.

 

[Babette_____]

Lady Susanne Rolith and Robert

Susanne moved quietly through the room, eating some of the luscious fruit and berries. Her mouth absorbed each splash of flavor that riveted over her teeth and seaped into the buds of her tongue and walls of her cheek. The flavors mingled with those of her lover's taste and she felt her body remembering the touch of him.

She knew he was tired, a hard beaten slave, beaten in many wonderous ways, and she looked forward to more. The air was warm inside the palace and she scanned the room, looking for some form of entertainment she herself wanted to enjoy. It didn't have to be sexual, she herself was for now satisfied, unless of course someone came by and reawakened her arousal. She popped a date in her mouth and chased it with the wine, knowing it wouldn't be very hard to be tempted to ride the waves of passion again.

Her eyes touched on several in the room, then left quietly wanting to ease her body in the warm scented waters of the Sultan's baths. She walked lazily toward the section of the palace that was a most wonderful retreat and one she hoped to enjoy often.

Susanne nodded to the guards and slipped off her clothing, she lifted a brow at the young man that was standing with one of the guards. "Hello," she greeted him, her own English unbroken or hindered, showing him that she was not of the Arabian decent. "I'm Lady Susanne Rolith, a pleasure to meet you."

She slipped inot the water and leaned back, her eyes closed in relaxation. "You should join me, there is enough room for the Sultan's Harem in this thing... I'll not bite," she opened her eyes then and continued, "unless I get hungry." Susanne winked and grinned then returned to her previous relaxed state with her eyes closed and her head laid back.

 

[Logan2]

Robert watched the women strip and enter the bath dumfounded. The guard watched as well but with a stoic expression of someone who was used to such a sight, then he turned around and said so Robert:

"I will leave you now. There are towels and soaps here and If you can't find your way back to your room you can call someone with this bell over there." With that he pointed to a cord that hung on one wall.

Robert looked at the women in the water and replyed in aceptable english.

"My name is Robert de Magoun, I'm a guest from prussia to learn the customs and traditions of this country and they seem very strange to me. At home no woman would take off all her clothes infront of a men she doesn't know and most certainly she wound't invite him to join a bath with her."

His hands betrayed his nervousness as he startet to take off his own clothes.

"But as they say: When in Rome do as the Romans."

He folded his clothes neatly and put them on a bench beside the pool but stoped as he got to the trousers. The sight of a nude woman alone had aroused him a bit and so he was a little bit ashamed to take of his trousers which would betray his condition.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne and Robert

Susanne looked back up at him, her eyes alight with humor, "Pay no mind, I'm sure you'll learn soon enough to relax and enjoy yourself. I don't know all the customs, but I know modesty is in short form around here."

She raised a brow at his obvious discomfort and closed her eyes, "Don't worry love, I'll not peek." She smiled wickedly as she covered her eyes to allow him the privacy he saught.

As she kept her eyes closed, she chuckled to herself. What a fine fellow, all ready he had managed to make her laugh, and it wasn't just anyone who made her feel so deliciously mischievious. Her slave had made her feel hungry and annoyed, wicked and fun was a new thing and she liked it.

"You know, I can't keep my eyes closed forever, I shall expire from the sheer annoyance of the dark," she laughed softly. "Do climb in before I forget you mentioned a Lady wouldn't remove her clothes in front of a man... surely you wouldn't want to insult me by assuming I'm not a lady," the smirk rose on her face and she felt the bubbles of laughter threaten to spill over.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda/Buthayna - - Baths - Susanne/Robert

(((ooc: from 3 pages back)))

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.

Miranda continued to drink from Buthayna's body, the juices of her sex covered the redheads lips and chin. She drank deep of the nectar and was soon watching the girl beneath her thrash in desire. Placing her hands under her hips she lifted her friend up and dived deep into the folds of her lover's cunt.

Hot breath ran over the lush pussy, and Miranda's teeth bit at the slick sex, soon Buthayna's passion was flowing free and Miranda was sucking with great pleasure as she ate and ravished the flaming cunt of passion.

She lowered Buthayna's ass back to the floor and clicked the come from her body. Miranda worked long strokes over the mound then once more dipped and cleaned the inner lips and the swollen used clit. She kissed her friend's pussy and then stood up and bowed her head. She lead Buthayna to the bed and placed a kiss upon her forehead. "Your next lesson I'm sure another will enjoy teaching you, my friend. It was a pleasure to be your first."

Quietly Miranda slipped to the quarters that the Harem girls shared, though she was the favored, she was not a wife, and like all Harem girls she was not allowed the luxury of her own rooms. She grabbed a change of clothing and proceed to make her ways to the baths, her body wanting to wash away the sweat of her dancing and the scent of her sex.

The robe she had placed on her body when she left Buthayna's room, flapped at her feet, and soon she was in the baths. "Good day to you," she greeted the woman she had seen earlier and a man she had not recognized from before. She wasn't sure if he had been in the palace when she was dancing or when she was conversing with Buthayna, but she was up for visiting, and looked forward to a relaxing hot bath.

"I am bas kadin Miranda, the favored of the Sultan's women, it is a pleasure to see you both, I do hope you are enjoying yourself." She smiled softly to both people and rested in the bath, knowing that at any moment she could be summoned to go to her Master's side or the side of one of his guests.

 

[Logan2]

She mocked him, Robert thought, but somehow she seemed friendly too and since he allready was here and didn't wish to give the impression of beeing not overy experienced he stripped off his trousers as she covered her eyes and sliped into the bath beside her.

He looked at her and said:

"You can look again...and I never would suggest that you are NOT a lady."

His face started to flush a bit as he realized that the water was scented and had some foam but still was clear enought that he could see parts of her body that further spurned his arousal.


At this moment another women entered the bath who was just as beautifull as Susanna but in a whole dífferent way. He had seen her dance in the hall and so he asumed she was one of the sultans harem girls. As seemed to be the custom here she didn't have any problems showing her nude body to him and his arousal was getting more obvious. His face slowly grew redder.

 

[Babette_____]

Susanne/Robert/Miranda

"Hello Miranda, an honor to meet you. This is Robert de Magoun one of your Master's guests," she smiled slyly to the woman then the man. "He is a bit timid I think. He says that in his country women do not parade around nude in front of those that are not their husbands, but I told him that here at the Sultan's palace all is not the norm."

Susanne could see that the woman agreed with her, and she looked back at the man. The water moved gently around them, and she marveled at the heat of it. She knew that there were warm fires beneath them heating the water, keeping it warm for their pleasure.

Her eyes roamed over the young man across from her and the delicious woman next to her and she felt herself looking into the water, hoping to catch a glimpse of young Robert's body. She smiled back at him, her brow raised a bit higher after she took stock over the aroused state of the young man.

"Tell me Miranda. . . what would a young man like Robert find most interesting here at the Sultan's palace? He looks like a man eager," she let her eyes rest on his erect cock that was being kissed by the heated waters of the bath, "to learn everything he can about this culture."

 

[redbaron05]

Prince akbar his chambers

Where is that guard and that woman rings the bell to summon another servant to go and find that guard and slave girl he had summoned its not wise to irritate the prince

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda/Robert/Susanne

Miranda chuckled softly, she was enjoying this English woman's friendly banter and she thought the young man quite cute for one so uneasy yet very well endowed. She could tell he had nothing to fear from not being able to pleasure one of the ladies of the Harem.

"I believe he would find the gardens just as lovely as the baths. There are many hidden places to indulge in learning more about ones culture." She winked at the man and over at Susanne.

She dipped her face into the water, then her whole head. Miranda came up to the surface and pushed her long wet curls from her face. The red tendrils now hung clingingly to her skin. The mass of hair looked more dark then the bright red it was when it lay in the soft curls it formed when dry.

Leaning back, she looked over to the man and then to Susanne. "I am relaxing for now, unless someone from the Sultan's family calls upon me. I have not his permission to just flirt off to the next guest, I must be presented to them."

She smiled over to the young man, "But if Lady Susanne would like to show you more of our palace you should take her up on it. I must be ready if and when I am needed."

"Mr. de Magoun you are however more then welcome to stay and enjoy your bath." She turned to the guard, "Please inform the Sultan of my whereabouts, and that his daughter rests peacefully in her chambers."

Miranda laid back and closed her eyes, enjoying the aroma of the incense burning in the room.

 

[redbaron05]

Prince Akbar summons Miranda

Ringing the bell and summoning a servant Prince Akbar tells the servant to find the lovely Miranda and tell her the prince requires her company