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

[BriefcaseRonin]

Buthayna

The Sultan's Daughter slowly opened her eyes, rolling over onto her stomach as she took a look around. It took her a moment to recollect what happened, but once she sat up she remembered and blushed, "Oh my.. I passed out from Miranda's pleasures... She is amazingly skilled," She pushed herself up and put her clothes back on, resting a hand on her burning, flushed cheek and smiling.

After that she reapplied some some of those wonderful perfumes to hide the smell of sex on her body. And with that, she walked from the harem and went to find her Father again.

 

[Joe Schmoe]

The purchase of Madeline

The Slaver left happy with his earnings as the male slave, just purchased, left with the servant to be cleaned and shown his new living quarters.

The male slaves area was located at the opposite end of the palace, as far from the harem as possible. Most became groundskeepers, stable hands and servants that helped clean or carried anything of weight, relieving the female servants free of unnecessary burdens. Only a select few were kept from such menial tasks, to be pleasure slaves for the women guests and dignitaries that came to visit for a moment of escape from their way of life.

They living area was not as lavish as what the Sultan had for his girls but it was better than most outside of the palace would ever have. Everything they could ever want was there for them, everything but their freedom. Only the outsiders, new to the land of the relentless sun, dry hot air and endless sand, were the ones to resist this kind of life. Natives sought to get their daughters into the palace, in any manner of service possible for the Sultan, knowing their lives would immediately improve. If beauty was not enough, bribes put in the proper hands may do just was well.

Jalal and the Grand Vizier were discussing the new slave, heading to the slave-hold where the two that had attempted to escape were being held. The Sultan detested punishing his girls but he never shirked his responsibility. His law must always be obeyed and if not then the consequences of breaking his laws had to be shown.

A secondary advisor came up to the two men and bowed.

"My Sultan, forgive the interruption. A slaver with his wares is waiting for you. He has humbly requested audience with you. If I may, there is one of exquisite quality that I trust would please the Sultan very much. A girl with stunning contrast that would suit the taste of the Exalted One and be an another jewel to add to the House of Khalim's crown."

Not eager to dispense punishment, Jalal nodded the advisor, "lead the way."

All three walked down a hall that bypassed the on-going holiday celebration till they came to the antechamber. The advisor threw open the doors for his superior and Sultan, quickly closing them once they had entered.

This was the cue for the Slaver as he marched down the line of women he brought to be sold, speaking under his breath to them before the Sultan could come within earshot.

"Stand tall and be on your best behavior or it will be your hide afterwards. This is your chance to prove your worth. Do well and your time will be here, if not then public auction will be your destination."

The Slaver turned with a large friendly grin then bowed.

"Sultan Jalal bin Khalim. I am honored you grace me with your precious time to peek at what I offer only you. You will find only the best stock in all of the lands here before you. My hope is that each and everyone will whet the appetite of your impeccable taste."

Jalal motioned with his hand for silence and the Slaver stepped back to allow him his space and time to look each girl over.

One by one, down the row, Jalal strolled with his hands clasped behind his back in silent inspection. Any he found that were of interest he told to step forward then went on to the next girl. Once at the end of the line of slaves he nodded to the Slaver who herded those that were not picked far from the few remaining. Some wept while others took another in their arms to hold and console each other. They knew their future.

Jalal discussed with his Vizier in private about the four that stood alone from their sisters in slavery.

"I agree, my Sultan."

Jalal went up to the tallest who bore a stunning contrast with her dark hair and very pale complexion. She was taller than the others remaining, very long of leg, an attribute that pleased the eye of Jalal very much.

The Sultan looked her over very closely. Lifting her face up gently by her chin he looked into her eyes. They boldly stood out, the bluest of blue, against her white skin, made stronger by the darkness of her hair. His thumb broke through her ruby lips to claim her jaw as he opened her mouth, looking inside the moist interior as if just a beast.

Stepping to the side of her, his hand casually slid from her mouth to follow the shape of her body. Down along the slender neck to sweep out over the swell of her breasts. Each cupped then held, checking their firmness and weight to be then released as his hand traveled lower. His palm exploring the plain of her belly till his touch came to glide just above the long expanse of her legs.

He watched her reaction as his hand wedged between her long firm thighs to cover the center of her. He pushed a finger into her, checking if her maidenhood remained. Withdrawing his hand, he brazenly brought the wet digit to his nose and deeply inhaled her scent, then sucked his finger clean of her.

His hand came to settle on the arc of her hip, to follow around as Jalal walked to the other side of her. His hand ran over the roundness of her buttocks, squeezing each cheek as if checking their ripeness.

Abandoning the curve of her posterior he climbed along the back of the girl. His palm following the hollow of her lower back to subtly rise over the arc of the middle and up to her shoulders.

He lifted her hair to view her shoulders and neck closer. Her hair held a healthy luster, strong and was very soft to the man's hand.

He was very satisfied and nodded to the Grand Vizier.

"This one, and this one only", he informed the Slaver to the chagrin of the other three.

He paid the man his price then a Second escorted him and his slaves from the palace.

The Grand Vizier gave orders to a eunuch to cover the girl and take her to be bathed, shown to the harem and to furnish her with the necessities of a concubine.

The Sultan and Vizier left the servant to tend to the girl. There were the three held prisoners that needed their attention now.

 

[WearMeWell]

Nimerah

OOC
Name:given name was Howakahn ('of the mysterious voice'), now called "Alraaz" ('mystery')and 'Nimerah' ('tigress, strong, beauty')by those in Arabia
Gender: very female
age: 26
Height 5'8"
Hair: Espresso colour
Eyes: Hazel green,slate blue around the outter rim, and orange around the pupil-- changing color with mood
Cast/Skills: a paradigm; built for pleasure and skilled in eastern weapons and disciplines; was aided and sheltred by an alchemist for a short time; a shaman among her Native american peoples.

Her village attacked,and desimated,she was taken by white men overseas and given to an englishman as a servant. Schooled and 'civilized' she was kidnapped by pirates and sold to a slaver. Upon landing,during a night raid by the slavers,she escaped in the confusion and was lost. Saved by an old alchemist, she lived with him until his death from being beaten by maraders. Forced into chains for being 'wild', she was given to an assassin. There,she learned to transfer pain, into action...


IC

*Another form slips from the shadows at the tavern.
"Did you get all you needed?" the trembling man asks, stammering back, away from the tall cloaked figure. "Can I go?"

"Interesting. Very interesting indeed."

*Instantly,the tip of a shining blade carresses his throat*

"You are positive that is the Wolf brother?"

"Yes, yes! That is him,the Sultans assassin! I swear it!"

Without a word,a gloved hand deposits 4 gold pieces on the counter.
The mans eyes glance at the coins,shimmering in the fire light. When his gaze returns, the cloaked figure has gone. A small, struggling form falls to the floor at the doorway. "Abba!"

*The man rushes to the form,scooping the small girl up in his arms,
"Oh,praise be to Allah!"


"Patience with this one Nimerah." She rides iin an opposite direction for about 16 furlongs,then rests to plan,and calculate. After she is sufficiently assured the Wolfbrother is otherwise occupied,she doubles back and tracks out his goings.

"What exactly are you about,Wolfbrother?

 

[gypsy4191]

Almira reassures Habib

"Is there anything else you need?"

Almira was sleepy from the concoction that the herbalist had given her, but she still strove to reassure Habib. She beckoned him closer so that their conversation should not be overheard.

"My friend, please don't worry your secret is not noticable, you have done well to hide it, extremely well. No one meaning you any harm knows of it." She knew he was skeptical, but most were on hearing of her gift, especially if she did not come up with some grand event that was going to happen.

"My gift chooses different ways to show its self my friend, sometimes it is a dream that shows of events that are to happen or are happening, other times a flash of feeling or premonition."

"You work out hard to keep your shape,and it shows, you have a very attractive body, if we were ever to act on these feelings between us we would have to be very careful my dear friend. And I could not be happy with myself knowing that my lust had harmed you in some way."

Almira reached out a hand and gently traced Habib's strong jaw, pulling it down closer to her she pressed a gentle kiss to his parted lips.

"My dear, dear friend the only thing i ask from you at the moment is to please place a trusted guard at the door, i fear that the medicine that the herbalist has given me will knock me out for sometime and i will not be able to protect myself if anyone should come around expecting to do mischeif."

Knowing that Habib would look after her as much as he was able Almira drifted off to sleep, where she dreamt a jumble of confusing dreams about harem girls trapped in corridors and shadowy figures following Wolfs.

 

[cati]

The night was clear and sweet. The wind from the desert had become embued with the fragrence of night blooming jasmine from the gardens below. For a quick instant, the room seemed to darken, the torch lights flicker, but no sound was heard. Out of the corner of her eye, Yasmeen thought she saw a tall shadowy figure moving in the anteroom. She turned quickly to see if her eyes had deceived her, but there had been no-one. Satisfied, that she was still alone, the girl returned her attention to completing her bath. Her keen senses ever on the alert for the possiblity of an intruder.
Yasmeen rose from the bodily comforts of her bath, feeling refreshed and ready for whatever Radu had to say to her. She no longer harboured any romantic ideals concerning the man, deciding it wiser to direct her energy towards more important matters. Taking a fresh towel in hand she began drying herself.
Releasing her thick hair from the confines of the combs, she scooped up a large handful of pulverized lotus leaves and proceeded to massage the fine granules into her scalp, preferring this centuries old tradition of hair washing handed down from her foremothers. The course talc easily absorbed the excess oils from her hair, leaving it's fresh natural scent and adding a brilliant sheen to her raven tresses.
Occupied in the slow sensual process of brushing out her hair, Yasmeen did not notice that she was being watched. The girl suddenly faltered in her task, dropping her towel, her lush curves trembling in fear and trepidation in response to the man who now lounged comfortably in his own bath.

 

[DrStein]

Radu slowly disrobed. He made not one sound as his clothes fell to the floor, nor did his footfalls create any audible noise to the human ear as he approached the bath.

Yasmeen's eyes were closed. She would only become aware of his presence when she opened them.

He slid into the water on the opposite side of the tub slowly enough as not to create any noticeable ripples. His expression remained neutral as he draped his arms over the edges of the tub and leaned back, waiting for her to open her eyes and find that her master for the evening had returned.

 

[Joe Schmoe]

The punishment of slaves

Jalal bin Khalim walked in conversation with the Grand Vizier as a Second trailed behind them.

"I detest having to spoil the revelry of the holiday with punishment. Truth be know I detest it no matter when."

"I have known that as long as I have known you, my friend. You are wise to not turn your back on it though. Your kingdom needs your strength and order or chaos would rule. You slaves look to you to keep them in their place. A strong Master is a valued Master."

"Yes, I agree but it does not make the task any easier."

"No it doesn't but that is something they do not need to know, should not know. Some will see that as a weakness, my friend, and seeing it as such, some will exploit it to their advantage."

"You know me well enough to know that will never happen as long as I am Sultan."

"Why do you think I stay in service to you Jalal? The people look up to you because of that, not just because you helped liberate the people of the empire."

"I thought is was because of the women", he laughingly joked to the Vizier with a slap on his back.

"Well, ok, maybe that too", breaking the two of them into a hearty laugh.

As they turned a corner, taking another hall, they caught sight of Buthayna ahead of them.

"Bu! Wait. Come daughter. I want you with me. It is time you learn the ugly side of being in charge of my harem. There are times it is needed."

He wrapped an arm around the shoulder of his daughter as they all walked towards the slave-hold.

"Where have you been? You know my heart grows heavy when you are not near."

He could detect the freshly applied perfume on the young woman.

Whispering only so she could hear him, "been sampling the fruit from the basket I had given you perchance?" He gave her a loving squeeze.

"What we have to tend to now is not something to be enjoyed but it must be done and I need you strong Bu. They need to know you are not weak while you are the Valide Sultan Buthayna Khalim. Sometimes punishment is needed. It cannot always be pleasure, my love."

The further they walked the closer to the slave-hold they came and with each step they grew more solemn.

All of them entered pass the standing guards to come into a room of cages, tables and chained shackles linked to the walls and ceiling.

There were only two being held as Jalal nodded to the guard that stood watch over them.

He unlocked and threw open the door of the two cages, motioned along with a grunt for them to crawl out.

The Sultan took a step forward from his daughter and the Vizier.

"On your feet!"

He addressed the white haired girl, "your owner has come into my house and brought insult with him. It was his laziness that was the salt in the wound of insult that brought him to be disposed of like refuse. But! It was your attempted flight from MY house that opened that wound. Your brazen display before my guest and before ME that put you in this situation...slave!"

He stepped closer to her, his face taunt by the anger he had towards her.

"Not only have you insulted me and my guest you have done so twice! I am now here, away from my friends and festivities, having to deal with you. You have not only brought punishment upon yourself, but your companion as well", as he shoots a menacing look to the small blonde girl.

Side stepping, Jalal faces the girl he had just mentioned, "and you! You did not advise her of the foolishness the two of you were about to embark on?"

The Sultan stepped back so he could look at both girls as he continued.

"You two seem to have forgotten you were presented to me as gifts. That means you are MINE! Mine, to do as I want, when ever I want and how ever I want. There is nothing about either one of you that you can call your own while under my roof. What you have is what I deem you can have and no more."

Jalal bin Khalim looked to the guard, "chain them! Have them face us."

The large black brute quickly took control of each girl at a time, putting them in irons that held their hands high above their heads, bringing them stand on their toes. He deliberately let them see the savage looking multi-tail he selected then took his place behind the white haired girl first, looking to his Sultan for his approval to begin.

Jalal's eyes were set on those of Zaynab's as a single nod by him began her whipping.

The lashes swept through the air to strike it's target, guided by expert hands. The sound of it's travel and impact reverberated off the stone walled confines. As loud as the whip was when it met flesh, it was paled in comparison by the crying out of the white haired slave girl. Her back was marked and cut by the force of the whip's wielder and the severity of the thin braided lashes. Each strand leaving it's tell-tale marks across the woman's bare back.

Jalal took Buthayna's hand, to keep her strong as well as to keep her here to witness the beating of the two slavegirls. Each blow brought a hard squeeze to his hand by his daughter, who knew she had no choice but to watch.

On the sixth strike the slavegirl went limp, to hang from her manacles while the lash kept coming. Once ten strokes were reached Jalal nodded to the guard and he stopped immediately then took his place behind the small blonde girl.

Another nod set her punishment into motion. The small woman was rocked by the power of the whip and the searing pain it brought to her body. Blood trickled from every cut that crossed her pale skinned back and the whip kept coming. She too eventually succumbed to the ferocity of the lash to end up dangling from her chains.

The moment ten lashes fell upon Idrial the Sultan nodded and it was over.

"Take them down. Have them bathed and taken to the harem. Send someone for Yasmeen to tend to their wounds. She will ensure they do not become scarred. Send another to see if Radu has returned yet. If he has, inform him I wish to speak to him. I will be in the interrogation chamber."

Jalal turned to leave with Buthayna in hand. The Grand Vizier followed the two out. The joy of the holiday upon the House of Khalim was taken from the three from the ordeal as gaiety filled the Great Hall.

Outside the slave-hold he turned to Buthayna, his hands holding her shoulders. He spoke easy to her, trying to sooth her nerves.

"It must have been a shock for you Bu, but I hope you understand. If you do then you know that the time will come where you will have to exact punishment as well. You are a Khalim, never forget that and the price of bearing the name also means you must be a leader, strong and at times strict, even if inside of you, you feel weak or sickened to do what must be done. Strength and wisdom is paramount to maintain control. More so outside of the walls of the palace, my precious daughter. There are those that will prey on us if they ever smelled weakness."

He kissed her cheek, "enough of that. Go on and join your Uncle and the festivities. Be my representative while I tend to one last job. Go and be your perfect little self and show them why you are my dear little dove. I will return to be with you as soon as I can."

A kiss on her brow and he sent her off. Jalal turned to his friend, the Advisor, "let's see to that girl we are holding for questioning. I hope Radu is somewhere within these walls. I want him with us when we interrogate her. Let's get this over with. I do not like business, let alone bad business, during holiday. Symra will help bring me back into the festive mood once this is all over."

The Grand Vizier gave him a knowing smile and nod.

They turned in the opposite direction Buthayna had went and headed to see the girl that he had bound on a table.

 

[Elayne]

Madeline is Purchased

The group of travel weary girls stood in a loose line across the mosaic floor of the palace antechambers. Madeline couldn't help but notice the contrast of the opulent settings and how out of place most of the disshevelled girls seemed in it.

Suddenly, the tall doors ahead opened, only briefly, and three men came striding out. The slaver hissed a few final instructions. Madeline shot the man any icy stare. She was used to being teased for her unladylike height, but she refused to slouch. That didn't mean she liked being ordered around by an uncouth kidnapper from the edges of civilization though.

The slaver greeted the tallest of the three approaching men. The man was dressed in the eastern style, but opulently, in silks and gems. He motioned for the slaver's silence, and the slaver obeyed.

The Sultan then stalked down the line of girls, pausing briefly before each to give them a thoughtful stare. He looked for all the world like a general inspecting his troops, though most of the girls couldn't keep from cringing as the man loomed over them. When he reached her, the Sultan nodded, and the slaver guards behind her prodded her in the small of the back, making her step forward. He picked three other girls before turning to consult with another richly dressed man.

Madeline forced her breathing to even breaths, refusing to show her humiliation. She kept her chin up, tilted blue eyes darkly veiled by her thick lashs as she eyed the Sultan. You're not that much taller than me, she thought to herself, refusing to be intimidated.

As if reading her mind, the Sultan stalked over to her, looming forward, forcing her to lean back to gain some space without retreating. Madeline nervously wet her lips, but before she could say anything, the Sultan's hand was cupping the point of her delicate chin, tilting her head back farther. She stared into his dark eyes with her pale blue ones, lashes fluttering briefly. He didn't speak. Instead, he slid his thumb into her mouth, prying her jaw open to stare at her even white teeth.

Without showing any sort of concern, the Sultan quite casually ran his large hand down her swan's neck and across her collar bone to cup her pert breast. She could feel the calluses on his fingers as he squeezed her firm, pointed breast. Madeline felt a shiver going through her flesh as she blushed helplessly.

The Sultan dipped his hand down lower, forcing her slender thighs to part, revealing the dark triangle between her legs. He cupped her sex and slid a finger in, till she could feel it against her hymen, threatening to steal her virginity. Madeline couldn't suppress a moan or a shudder as he pulled his finger out.

He rested his palm on her hip as he walked behind her. She whimpered slightly as his hand ran over the cover of her slender, firm buttocks. He squeezed her rear, hard enough that she could feel each individual point of his finger tips on her soft skin, then switched, squeezing the other side equally hard. Madeline had a brief swell of panic. She had seen people examining fruits and melons in the bazaars in exactly the way he had examined her breasts and buttocks.

Next, his hand was sliding up the small of her back, pressing lightly on her spine, forcing her to arch her back as he followed the curved line up the center of her body, till he had his hand wrapped in her long, raven hair, lifting it away to examine the back of her neck.Abandoning the curve of her posterior he climbed along the back of the girl. His palm following the hollow of her lower back to subtly rise over the arc of the middle and up to her shoulders.

Madeline was breathing hard as he suddenly released her and stepped away. She was trying to fight the flush that crept over her pale cheeks and neck at his treatment of her person. Her pink nipples had become very stiff. Fear and exposure to the air, she thought furiously.

She looked over her shoulder at the Sultan, to give him a cool gaze. He had already moved off to speak to the Slaver. Madeline could see a large leather pouch change hands with the clink of coins.

Then, a heavy set, jowly man with a high voice had thrown a cloak over her shoulders and was hustling her through a maze like array of halls and galleries, to a large iron bound door, through a garden beyond and into a large, marble bath with sultry perfumed waters.

He bought me, Madeline thought, dazedly as she was deposited into the Harem.

 

[cati]

Yasmeen and Radu

Yasmeen wasn't exactly sure what Radu expected of her. The man just lay there like a cool fish in warm water, smiling at her... if one could call that look of smug satisfaction a smile. He seemed to be waiting for her to make some sort of a decision. "Well," she smirked, her arms neatly folded across her breasts.

"Don't just lie there, say something...you obviously wanted me here for a reason."
"Why not get this dreary ordeal over with and we can both go our separate ways."
"Besides, I have very important things to do... places to go... new people to meet...and if you must know, the Sultan has requested that I entertain his quests again tonight."

The girl grew more haughty in her aspect and even more more irritated at the man's lack of response. Reaching down for her damp towel, Yasmeen quickly wrapped it around herself, then with her pert nose in the air proceeded towards the bedroom, to complete her dress.

 

[Joe Schmoe]

The search for Almira

The Sultan, along with the Grand Vizier, marched through the massive halls of the palace to the Interrogation Chamber. By the door stood two large guards on watch. The Sultan noticed that the two glanced to the other as he and his Advisor were coming. Jalal found this rather odd for them to do but did not question them. He did not have time to chatise them for something trivial and out of character, but he came to find out why they did soon enough.

One opened the door for them and the two men entered. The Sultan was not happy with what he saw. His voice boomed in the empty chamber, "where is the girl that was being held here?! If I find out she has escaped heads will roll!"

The guard that opened the door grew nervous as he addressed his Master.

"My Sultan, she was taken from here by your Chief Eunuch. It was not my place to ask why or where."

Jalal and his Advisor, with a raised brow, looked at one another.

Jalal shook his head because of another issue he had to face and deal with. His lips were drawn thin as he clamped his mouth shut. It had been a long and trying day and it still wasn't over yet.

The Grand Vizier stepped up to the guard, "I would highly suggest that she is found and brought back here....immediately. Make sure the Chief Eunuch is summoned as well, if he is not in attendance of her. The Sultan's patience has been tried today and as you can see it is wearing thin. Bear that in mind in the pace you set in searching for them. Now go!"

Jalal remained quiet as he paced the floor.

 

[cati]

Lord, but that man infuriates me... any other man with any sense would have already made his desires known to me. Why doesn't this one tell me what he wants instead of waiting...for me to do what...to throw myself at his feet?
I am not even sure that is what he wishes me to do...and then... what then... push me away, when it's time for him to do the Sultan's bidding once more?
I resent this mastery he has over himself and now me. I want no part of this..this game whatsoever!

Yasmeen caught herself anxiously grinding her teeth as she slowly went about her dress. Emitting a deep sigh of exasperation, the girl stopped suddenly and slipped off her robe once more and padded back to the area of the bath and the Master waiting patiently there for the insolent slave girl. Yasmeen stole a look at Radu's naked form, now partially hidden under the water's surface. He no longer looked in her direction, but lay with his eyes closed, apparently quite unconcerned with her behaviour. So damned patient aren't you....she hissed.

Yasmeen, deliciously naked once more, stood subserviantly beside the marbled bath and spoke quietly..."Lord Radu, I am here to do your bidding. This slave girl only wishes to please you Master. Your wish is her command."
She knelt down beside his reclining form and waited.

 

[LadyChance]

Zaynab

Anger! Oh she was so angry with this man, who was he to think he could yell at Idrial when she was just doing what would come naturally. To escape, and to blame her for Zaynab's down fall in their leave taking. Zaynab watched his eyes when he gave the command swearing her vengence, she would indeed kill this man.

Zaynab heard soft whine of the whip before it struck, then she felt fire spread across her back. Biting deep into her soul, this was not happening it was a dream.. a very bad dream. At first she tried to hold back the scream that was building in her throat, but as the fire consumes her back her will power slowly slips. Starting with a low whimper then into a full blown cry of pain, the likes of which had never found its way past her lush lips.

Past caring, somewhere in there Zaynab fell into blissed darkness. Waking in a room of wonders, pillows of soft velvet & silk gracing the area for which she lays. Moving brings a soft cry of pain from her, along with tears to mist her beautiful blue eyes. Turning her head slowly Zaynab watches several women move about the room. All beauties, some red heads, brunettes, blondes.. Big and small lush of curve eye fetching to say the least. Turning her head slowly to the other side she sees Idrial.

"Idrial... Idrial are you ok?"

 

[poohlive]

Habib hadn't felt that kiss in a long time, the kiss of a friend the kiss that promised more. It excited him to no end, the way a certain smell coul bring back a memory, or some old phrase recalls something that you thought had been long forgotten.

He laid her down against the pillows and silken sheets. He couldn't help but smile down at such a wonderful woman, she looked so peaceful. He couldn't help but kiss her forehead, to keep her safe and sound.

He stood guard over her, here in the room with her. He'd wait, as long as she needed him.

 

[DrStein]

Radu was patient. The girl was headstrong, but she was impatient. Her anticipation would eat her alive long before he felt the desire to cave in. When she left the bath, he merely leaned back in the tub and closed his eyes, listening to her footfalls. It didn't take long before she came back to him.

"Sit beside me," he ordered softly, but firmly. His eyes remained closed, and besides his lips not a single part of his body moved.

 

[cati]

Yasmeen with a heavy sigh, slipped into the warm water once again, careful to seat herself some distance from Radu. She crossed her legs and spread her arms over the sides of the bath. Two can play at this game she mused. The girl gave the man a quick sidelong glance and smiled amicably, "mind if I take a few tokes from that hookah over there?"

 

[DrStein]

"Yes," Radu answered simply. He allowed a silence to sink in once more before slowly opening his eyes.

"Come here."

 

[leopardlover]

Nackal awakens in the middle of the night feeling refreshed. The several hours of sleep having done much to restore him body and spirit. Disentangling himself from the woman who is apparently renting him from the sultan he pads into the other room silently to get some of the left over food from the night before. He is very hungry and soon digging in. He doesn't try to escape, knowing there will be guards outside. Instead he devours the fruits and meats ravenously.

His hunger satisfied he climbs back into bed with Susanne, hands gently running up and down her side lightly, idly tracing the form of her hip. His fingers brush across the sensitive flesh, moving inward incrimentally as he moves up and down her body. The touch is always light, exploratory, never moving with hate even as they move over her nipple. He gently tweaks the darker flesh, his eyes on her face.

(Editted and added a little)

 

[Elayne]

Madeline in the Harem

Madeline looked around the opulent bathing chamber the bulky eunuch had led her. It was distinctly different from the rest of the palace. Decorated in pale blues and soft pinks, with silks and tasseled pillows strewn about, it was obviously feminine in a way that the main palace was not.

Her guide carefully slid her cloak off her bare, pale shoulders and motioned sharply to the waiting wide marble bath. Madeline carefully extended her toes and found the water quite warm. She was shy about being nude before the watching man, but she was also dusty and sore from her travels.

She stepped forward, slipping into the bath. The water lapped around her long legs as she climbed down onto the ledge, then rose to her waist as she stepped into the main part of the bath. She could feel the comfortable heat of the water soaking into her muscles in a very relaxing way as she sat on the ledge, immersed up to her slender neck.

After a few minutes of soaking, the eunuch returned with a bar of perfumed soap and Madeline scrubbed herself clean, till her pale skin practically glowed pink. She took her time brushing her midnight hair and felt more refreshed and calm than she had since before she had been kidnapped by the raiders.

With a sigh, she rose out of the bath, drying herself off on a thick, fluffy towel. The silent eunuch lead her from the baths to one of the beaded off alcoves to the side of the room. Within lay a thick soft rug and an array of pillows and a few soft pallets. Madeline realize it was a dormitory for women.

Madeline padded over to one of the pallets, examining a small package of folded clothes that had been laid out for her. She discovered she had been left only trousers, loose around her legs but with a small golden sash to cinch it closed around her hips, and a small vest. To her horror, open dressing, she realized the dark blue trousers were silk so thin that they were sheer, leaving her intimates outlined, and the vest hung wide open, with no laces to close it, so every turn threatened to set her breasts bare.

"I can't wear these!" she exclaimed, with a pale blush on her cheeks.

The eunuch shrugged, uncaringly. He gave her a firm swat on the behind, then turned and left wordlessly. Madeline started and glared after him.

After a few minutes alone, it was clear that he wasn't returning. With a bitter sigh, Madeline settled in on the pallet, staring up at the ceiling. I wonder what time it is, she thought to herself.

After a few minutes, she had begun to doze on the soft silk pillows.

 

[cati]

NPC guard

Yasmeen did as she was bidden and eased her body closer to Radu, their thighs barely touching. He did not object when she placed her hand on his arm, feeling the tight sinews of his well muscled forearm. He allowed her finger to trace along a barely visible scar, a harsh reminder of a past alteration.

A loud pounding was heard at the door. The voice of a guard called out...

"Lord Radu the Sultan wishes your presence and if the girl Yasmeen is with you she is to attend to the new slaves of the harem. You are both to come at once!"

Yasmeen yawned, she was getting very tired of all this chaos...would there be no end to it, she wondered. The girl turned to Radu with a questioning look on her face. "Will you go?" she asked.

 

[poohlive]

Habib came to the sultan, nodding and bowing, respect as well as curiosity on his mind. He gave a final step and then adressed the Sultan.

"Yes, I have been attending the girl Almira. She was called for, and I was seeing she got rest and attention so she would be ready when I brought her to him. Is there anything else you desire of me?"

 

[redbaron05]

Akbar awakes from his nap

After a nice long nap with Miranda Akbar stirs not being one to just lay around when there was work to be done. As the Commander of the Sultans Palace Guards he had things to do and slaves to take care of and discipline to assist his brother. Stretching and groaning he sits up and looks over at the sleeping Miranda who wakes up when she feels him move. telling her "Just stay where you are unless the Sultan summons you". Arising from the bed he summons a slave girl "Girl run my bath and prepare my uniform". "Yes Sire" the slave girl says as she leaves to prepare his bath. Entering the big spacious bath Akbar sits and lets the warm perfumed waters soak into him relaxing him. Looking over at the waiting slave girl he says "You may bathe me now" as he sits back and enjoys the bath looking down over his taunt musclar frame he sees a couple of scars from forgotten battles and thinks back over the many battles he has won while leading his elite guards who not only guarded the Royal Palace but were also the most elite fighting unit in the Sultans army. Being shaken from his memories by the slave girl anouncing that she was done Akbar stands and steps from his bath and lets her dry him and assist him in dressing.

 

[LadyFairy]

Anger! Oh she was so angry with this man, who was he to think he could yell at Idrial when she was just doing what would come naturally. To escape, and to blame her for Zaynab's down fall in their leave taking. Zaynab watched his eyes when he gave the command swearing her vengence, she would indeed kill this man.

Zaynab heard soft whine of the whip before it struck, then she felt fire spread across her back. Biting deep into her soul, this was not happening it was a dream.. a very bad dream. At first she tried to hold back the scream that was building in her throat, but as the fire consumes her back her will power slowly slips. Starting with a low whimper then into a full blown cry of pain, the likes of which had never found its way past her lush lips.

Past caring, somewhere in there Zaynab fell into blissed darkness. Waking in a room of wonders, pillows of soft velvet & silk gracing the area for which she lays. Moving brings a soft cry of pain from her, along with tears to mist her beautiful blue eyes. Turning her head slowly Zaynab watches several women move about the room. All beauties, some red heads, brunettes, blondes.. Big and small lush of curve eye fetching to say the least. Turning her head slowly to the other side she sees Idrial.

"Idrial... Idrial are you ok?"

Idrial's only thought as she kept her eyes lowered and did as she had been taught to do while the sultan berated her for her for their attempt at escape was that he couldnt control her thoughts.. True he could take her body, and do as he wished or even break her spirit, but he couldnt take her thoughts.. those were hers.

Idrial made no sound as they were chained but when the whip fell against her friends back she did her best to lung forward fighting the bands cutting into her wrists causing them to bleed as she begged to take her mistress's punnishment for her that she be spared, anger and tears in her eyes as she watched Zaynab pass blissfully into unconsiousness, before feeling the bite of the whip on her own flesh.

Idrial woke slowly to the sound of her name being called... the voice sounded like Zaynab's but her back and wrists hurt to much for her to attempt movement at that moment, and so insted tryed to speak so that Zaynab would know that she had heard her. Za... Zaynab..

Her voice cracking barly a whisper of sound Idrial cleared her throat and tryed again remembering how hard she had tryed and begged to get to her friend and take her place, as well as the screaming she had done after when the whip bit her flesh before she too had passed out. Zaynab i am here... She said slowly turning her head to face her doing her best not to wince at the pain shooting thru her back at the smallest movement.

 

[Buzzer1887]

Jalila

OOC:

Name: Jalila
Age: 18
Hair: Black curls, really long, to her waist
Eyes: Dark eyes, really pretty
Body: Very petite. Everything about her is small
Personality: She's stubborn and loud, but knows her place.
Background: She is the eldest child in her family. Her mother died when she was young. She grew up looking after her two younger sisters, Jamila, her twin sister, and Fatima, who is eleven. She was kidnapped from her village. Every time girls join the harem, she searches for her sisters, or word of them, terrified she will find them. Part of her doesn't want them to have this life, but another part of her does.

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Jalila laid back onto one of the pillows. She had been sitting up and paying attention, but when no one came to her for pleasure or otherwise, she lay down.

She pulled one of her many dark curls off her chest and fiddled with it. She would pull it gently, seeing it stretch out and then let it go, and it was spring back into place.

She didn't mind this life. The Sultan was good to her. She had been trouble when she first came here, but she quickly learned to not cause trouble. If you were nice and respectful and obedient, you were greatly rewarded. There were occasions when the Sultan would talk to her for advice, for she knew everything there is to know about children and horses. She was good with the children in the palace, and they considered her a friend, and one of the Sultans' horses was wild.

There was one time, the horse was panicking, and she was taking a walk by the stables, and it kicked one of the servants. She ran to the horse, grabbed the rope and calmed it down. She also knew what was wrong with the horse, although she kept her opinions to herself, unless asked. And she was usually right. She told her friends that if you listen to a horse, it'll tell you what's wrong. You just have to patient, and look it right in the eye and love it. That was the problem with the wild horse. No one really cared about it, other than the price it would bring. So it became wild.

What few understood about horses was they had souls too, just like everyone else. Loving and talking to the horse won't hurt you, and it'll save the horse.

 

[cati]

"Radu? The guard will let himself in and find us, you know that as well as I do."

"You must let me go at least... if the girls are needing my attention."

She wasn't sure if she was relieved or annoyed by the guard's incessant pummeling of the chamber door.

Yasmeen knew that any request by the Sultan countered any desire by Radu to keep her there. Not waiting for his response, Yasmeen emerged once again from her watery confines. Quickly donning a silken robe, the girl headed towards the bedroom door and out into the spacious hallway, under the leering gaze of the guard. She would change into more practical clothing in her own chambers.

 

[cati]

The healer arrives.

After questioning the guard as to the girls condition, Yasmeen insisted that she be allowed to go into the palace garden to gather the necessary herbs that went into making the soothing plasters. Jalal bin Khalim had given her permission to plant whatever she wished, the contents of the girl's garden being of no interest to him, nor was it of interest to anyone else that resided in the palace. Yasmeen stooped here and there quickly gathering and pocketing the leaves from various medicinal plants. Pleased with the quantity of herbs in her possession, Yasmeen then followed the guard to the harem. She nodded to the guards who stood outside the confines of the slave hold as she herself approached a small tidy room adjacent to the sleeping quarters. Producing a small key she opened the door and entered.
The healer placed a small quantity of herbs on a swatch of clean white muslin, wrapping them in several layers of the fabric before rolling and crushing the leaves to a watery pulp with a heavy marble roller. In this way she could retain all of their precious juices. Yasmeen then uncovered the layers of cloth until she found a section that had been thoroughly wetted by the crushed herbs. Satisfied with her poultice, the girl reached into a lower cabinet where she retrieved a glass container that held a prepared salve of beeswax infused with tincture of lavender.
Yasmeen emerged from the room prepared to treat the two lovelies who lay whimpering on the thin mattress that apparently did little to ease their discomfort.