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

[redbaron05]

Akbar interrogates Almira

As Akbar leaves his brothers bedside he turns to the Physician and asks "Could poison have done this?" The Physician nods, "Yes Sire poison could cause this but also illness could also be a cause as well."

Leaving the Physician and the Vizier to care for his brother, Akbar makes his way to the chamber where the slave Almira is being held. Entering the chamber and seeing the slave who dared defy him he feels his wrath kindled toward her then remembering Jalal lying in his chambers he stops and regains control of his emotions.

Looking at the chained slave girl Akbar admires her beauty the reason he had summoned her in the first place. Clearing his throat he tells her, "Look at me wench when i speak to you it has been brought to my attention that you were the last person to see my brother before he became ill you have some explaining to do. What transpired in that chamber last night and do not think of toying with me you have already made the mistake of defying me once for which you will be punished. Don't make things worse on yourself tell the truth and you will be treated fairly lie and you shall be put on trial for attemted murder".

 

[bullshot]

Bard cocked his head to one side, “As always, you will have your choice of one of the newest women to “break in.” We have three that look to be quite tasty. One in particular is being a handful, so I'm sure you may enjoy her more then you may realize. I must go now, I have many tasks to perform. Do you have any questions for me? I will remind you that if you speak of the Sultan's illness, you will be dealt with swiftly. We need to let the people know the Prince can rule as mightly as the Sultan there is great treachory afoot here, and we need to keep the wellfare of our people our priority.” Bard waited to see if the man had any need of him.

"Who are the three giving trouble, I'm sure I can deal with them?" Si askes.

"They are Zaynab, Idrial and Amira, but I think Almira is awaiting the Prince's pleasure as she was the last to see the Sultan healthy," Bard replied.

"Well I can't do anything with her unless the Prince requests it, so have Zaynab and Idrial brought to my room as soon as possible," Si instructed.

Bard wasn't happy with this but knew that the Prince would agree so he went to the harem to find the girls.

Once Bard had left Si made up a jug of the sex drug but this one was special, it didn't send the girls to sleep and would work within fifteen minutes. The best thing about it was that he could drink with the girls and it wouldn't affect him.

 

[gypsy4191]

As Akbar leaves his brothers bedside he turns to the Physician and asks "Could poison have done this?" The Physician nods, "Yes Sire poison could cause this but also illness could also be a cause as well."

Leaving the Physician and the Vizier to care for his brother, Akbar makes his way to the chamber where the slave Almira is being held. Entering the chamber and seeing the slave who dared defy him he feels his wrath kindled toward her then remembering Jalal lying in his chambers he stops and regains control of his emotions.

Looking at the chained slave girl Akbar admires her beauty the reason he had summoned her in the first place. Clearing his throat he tells her, "Look at me wench when i speak to you it has been brought to my attention that you were the last person to see my brother before he became ill you have some explaining to do. What transpired in that chamber last night and do not think of toying with me you have already made the mistake of defying me once for which you will be punished. Don't make things worse on yourself tell the truth and you will be treated fairly lie and you shall be put on trial for attemted murder".

Almira stared at the prince, she was stunned. Akbar was going to give her a fair hearing? Not with standing the fact that she was under suspision for the illness of the Sultan, there was the matter of his hurt ego, which he seemed to have put aside. Akbar was a far greater man than she had given him credit for.

With out warning tears welled and started to fall from her eyes. "Sire, please, i was not the only girl in the room last night. There was a girl from the harem, Symra? Or something similar. Besides i was tied to the column all night, and a guard had hit me across my head so i was unconcious as well. Your brother suffers from an illness of the brain, i know this, i have seen it."

"Please sire, you must believe me, check the back of my neck, i can feel the egg the guard left behind. please sire, please."

Almira hated begging, but if it got her loose she would try anything. Bending her head so that her neck was exposed to Akbar she waited for him to either check or leave the room. Either action would play a vital role in what she was to endure for the future.

Waiting for the prince to check, Almira felt the first stirrings of lust low in her stomach. Her weakness had always been her neck and ears. And she had always dreamnt of a man who was strong enough to bend her will to his in the bed chamber.

 

[redbaron05]

the interrogation continues

As Akbar impatiently waits for her to answer the slave called Almira begins to cry. "Cease crying wench false tears will not save you from punishment only the truth shall save you from a trial for attempted murder you still face punishment for your defiance."

Sniffling Almira begins her tale,"Sire, please, I was not the only girl in the room last night. There was a girl from the harem, Symra? Or something similar"

"Another girl? Where was this girl and what was she doing when you observed her?" he asks. She starts to answer, but he cuts her off "Where were you wench?" Again he refuses to hear her out as she tries to explain herself. "A guard hit you can you prove this?" "Please sire, you must believe me, check the back of my neck, i can feel the egg the guard left behind. please sire, please."

As Almira bows her head and bends her neck for him Akbar steps behind her out of the reach of her chained feet and hands always alert for a trick. He runs his hand up and down her neck squeezing it slightly as he finds the knot she spoke of.

"So you speak the truth of being struck. How do i know the rest of what you speak is true? You also speak of an illness of the brain How do you know of such things? You... a mere slave girl?" Answer these questions and you shall only be punished for your defiance and not for the attempted murder and treason against the Sultan."

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Hey Sis...

Kenneth confirmed the rumors of the Sultan's illness and he knew that several women were now available to the guests of the palace. Kenneth moved toward Susanne's home and was quickly accepted in. He greeted the servants and welcomed the breakfast they laid before him. When he parted the Rolith home, he carried with him enough jewels and coin to prove his worth.

He also had with him papers that would prove two things. One Susanne's guilt, and the others would give the Sultan another amada to join with his already growing mass of wealth. If he needed to sweeten the deal he would. He needed inside the palace, and he needed to reach his sister before the new Prince was able to convince her that his bed was the place she needed to stay.

Inquiring around the village he learned of a man, a man that was talented with drugs, and this man was now residing in the palace. Kenneth would seek out the gentleman if he thought his sister needed to be taken away from this place, and from what he recalled yesterday, he knew that no woman would want to live the life of a Harem woman.

Kenneth presented himself to the gaurds, none of them recognized the freshly shaved and trimmed man to be the stableman that was just hours ago, sharing bawdy jokes about woman and winning their coins away from them. He was shown to a pair of rooms by one woman, a small thing, most diffinitly not his sister. He'd only seen her from a distance while he looked around yesterday. She'd been leaving with another woman. Her bright redhair still shown with the beauty of the red dessert sun. “Mandy, I am here,” he whispered into the air.

 

[LadyChance]

Zaynab

Moving back from Miranda, Zaynab goes and takes her place next to Idrial keeping her wintery eyes upon all the goings ons around her. Weary of the next visitor to their small chambers. Taking up Idrial's hand within her own, Zaynab gives it a gentle squeeze reassuring herself as well as Idrial that at least they were together. And together they would make it through anything, or so they hoped.

Swinging her eyes to a man, dressed in a guards uniform. She watches him approach, his eyes taking in the two girls as a smile forms upon his lips. "Your presence is requested by Si Habib, you are to follow me. Give me no problems girl or you shall be dealt with promptly."

Looking about her Zaynab sees no one that might come to their add, then looking to Idrial they at once stand. Waiting to be lead to this man who requests their presence. Fear making Zaynab want to fight, but understanding of the situation holds her straight. Never would she give cause for Idrial to be harmed by another again.

The two girls follow quietly behind the guard, eyes down cast. Idrial taking her place behind Zaynab showing her respect for her lady. Though keeping as close to each other as they could without showing any of the fear outwards. That was something that both girls had agreed upon, no longer would they show any fear.

Soon they come to a door and the guard knocks lightly upon it. "The two are here that you have requested Si Habib." The guards smile turns to that of a grin as the door is opened and he ushers the two girls into the room. The guard then steps behind them closing off their only means of escape.

 

[bullshot]

Si Habib / Zaynad / Idrial

“Thank you Bard, you may leave us now. I don’t want to be disturbed unless the Prince himself wants me,” Si told Bard and waited until the guard Captain left the room.

“Now ladies, you are both supposed to be pleasure slaves. That means you give pleasure to any guest of the Sultan that requires pleasure. At the moment any guest can use any slave he or she chooses even the new ones like yourselves. I’ve been told that you two have been troublesome so far along with another called Almira, she’s being dealt with by the prince at the moment so you two are here with me. I always get to deal with the troublesome slave girls to teach them how to give a man pleasure, I like to do it the easy way, not by punishment but by getting you to give pleasure willingly. Do you both understand what I’m saying?” he asked waiting for both girls to nod their understanding

“The first pleasure I’d like to share with you is a drink of wine,” he told them getting up and collecting a tray with three upturned goblets on it along with a jug of treated wine. He turned the three goblets upright and filled each with wine before offering the tray to Zaynab then Idrial for them each to take one, he of course took the last one on the tray.

“Now what shall we drink to?” he pondered out loud. “I know we’ll drink to a long and happy friendship between the three of us,” he suggested lifting his goblet to his lips and taking a healthy drink before waiting for the girls to do the same.

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial had followed behind Zaynab keeping her silence. In she was both afraid and glad that the guard had come for them, but showed nether expression on her face as the guard lead them down the hall.

Though she suspected that the woman Miranda had truly been offering advice, Idrial had seen the expression on her face as she had enterd the room and looked at the two of them. Even though she knew that that was the way things were here, that didnt mean she had to like it. They had already decided to accept their fate and Idrial hadnt liked the way Miranda had spoken to her mistress but at the same time was glad that the woman had been kind enough to help the other girl who had been brought into the room.

Entering the chamber after Zynab, Idrial automaticly knelt on the floor at her friends feet as she had been taught to do. Her eyes on the floor. Until they were spoken to, and the man Si Habib spoke, and offered them drinks.

At first Idrial was going to ask him what was in the drink, but didnt want to do anything that would get them into more trouble than they had already been in and so took a small drink of the wine Si Habib offered them after he made his toast.

 

[LadyChance]

Zaynab

She knew there was something about this and they were introuble somehow but she just wasn't sure where. Watching Idrial, Zaynab also hesitated in taking a drink of the redish liquid. Until that is Si Habib took a drink of his smiling at them, afterwards. Seeing that she takes a drink thinking how sweet the wine was, "may I ask the name of the wine it is good."

Taking another drink of the sweet necture Zaynab begins to relax a bit, perhaps she was just being paranoid. It was a new place, new people but she had Idrial with her and that was what mattered the most to her.

 

[bullshot]

Si Habib /Zaynab / Idrial

Si smiles at Zaynab when he sees that she has nearly finished her drink, he knows that she has drunk enough for his purposes. Finishing his own drink he refills his goblet again and then fills Zaynab’s goblet up again, turning to top up Idrial’s goblet he finds that she has hardly touched hers.

“What’s the matter don’t you like the wine?” Si asks Idrial sounding annoyed. “I thought we were going to be friends, its not very friendly if you don’t drink when your other two friends have finished one drink and started a second,” Si said to her encouraging her to drink.

“The wine doesn’t really have a name, it’s made in my own vineyard, if you want to have a name I suppose you could call it ‘The Sultan’s Toast’. I normally supply him with it when I come here, I also keep some here for myself and special guests,” Si told Zaynab. “Why do you ask? Do you like it? If you do you can join me for a drink whenever I’m here,” he finished being friendly towards them.

 

[gypsy4191]

"So you speak the truth of being struck. How do i know the rest of what you speak is true? You also speak of an illness of the brain How do you know of such things? You... a mere slave girl?" Answer these questions and you shall only be punished for your defiance and not for the attempted murder and treason against the Sultan."

Almira was still reeling from the feel of Akbar grabbing her neck, she could feel her cunt lips starting to get wet. Yanking her attention back to the rpince she stuttered,

"Sire I am the only daughter and heir of Sultan Mustafa. I am also a "seer"." Almira bowed her head, she didn't want to look at the prince any more than she had to, she didn't want him to see the arousal in her eyes.

"Please sire, the other girl was laying on the bed, pleasuring herself. But i do not know where she is now. But she had nothing to do with the Sultan's condition, it's just mother nature rearing her head."

Looking at Akbars groin Almira couldn't help but let a small groan escape, he looked so large and he wasn't even aroused. She licked her lips, and then prayed that the prince hadn't seen the gesture.

 

[redbaron05]

Akbar listened to her as she tried to plead her case, he heard her words of innocense but they rolled off of him. Instead he focused on her words of identification. “Mustafa's daughter. A seer also, very interesting.” He watched her drop her head in respect for him, but he wanted to see her eyes he had glimpsed something there, a hunger, a need to experience the power of a Sultan.

“Look at me slave,” Akbar growled and grabbed her hair, yanking hard making her eyes tell him the truth. “The other girl you say had nothing to do with my brothers illness we will see. I will find out the truth.”' He released her hair and watched her eyes take in his growing member.

Again he pulled her eyes back to his with a firm yank to her head. “Do you see something you like wench?” he held her in place for a moment, reading the hunger in her eyes. He stepped away, released his now throbbing member and stroked it slowly allowing her to watch him as he closed the distance between them.

Using his other hand he grabbed her chin, forced her mouth open and shoved his cock inside. “Suck me slave, and do not think of harming me.” Releasing her chin he grabbed her head and twisted his fingers around the long tendrals. Akbar wasted no time in ramming his thick hard shaft into her warm cavern and was soon fucking her face hard and fast with a force that he knew would make the slave gag as she tried to take all of him.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda and some NPC's

Miranda wasn't surprised when Bard announced that the two newest women would be sent to Si Habib. She had been spared his attentions with wine and drugs. Miranda having been a slave in the palace since she was a small child always knew that her place and never needed much punishment. Her punishments occured when she was living her youth. Now at 28 the woman more matured than some, but still talented in the arts of pleasure did little to ever cause punishment, and the things she did do where often minor.

Si Habib's name was known around the Harem to those that had been in the palace for several years. When one left his chambers, or awoke from an afternoon of pleasure with him they were usually well sedated and satisfied, but held only a fog of what occuried. She knew what he did, and she also knew why his services were required. The Sultan did not wish to have his property marred with scars and broken bones because they chose not to accept their fate, so drugs were used for those that are defiant or show defiance. The two slave women should not have attempted to escape for that was the only reason they were now being treated by Si Habib's experienced hands.

Miranda left the confines of the Harem to go to the Sultan's side, on her way she met with the boy that was trying desperately to reach Lady Rolith's apartments to give her a letter. “Here young Yakip, I'll take it to her. Who is the letter from?“ she asked the small boy.

“A man in the stable. Her horseman I believe,” the young boy grinned up to the lovely woman, unaware of her importance. “He will give me a coin for delivery of the letter.”

She touched his hair, rubbed it softly between her fingers, “Go collect your coin and buy something sweet to enjoy.“ Miranda watched him run away quickly and she palmed the letter then slipped it into the folds of her pants.

“Miranda,” a voice called to her, turning she looked at the Sultan's pyhsician. His face was weary and Miranda knew that the news was not good. She went to him, followed his footsteps respectfully with her head down until she reached the Sultan's rooms. There she lost her composure for the first time in several years. She sank to her knees and held her Master's hand, while her tears rolled heavily down her face.

She calmed herself after several minutes and knew that others had seen her downfall, she looked to them and they said nothing. Taking a deep calming breath she wiped her eyes, “When will he return to us?” she asked.

“We do not know,” the physician told her. “We are unsure as to what caused it.”

“Poison? Illness? A blow to the head?” she screamed at them. “Surely you know something! Fix it!” she yelled. Her eyes filling with tears again and her head pounding with angry throbs. The physician only shook his head and held out his hands. “I'm sorry, Miranda.”

She went to his arms and allowed the old man to hold her. He cared for every individual at the palace as if they were his own child and for some, they were. As he stroked her long red hair, he reflected on how the woman came to be one of the many of the beauties that were scattered around the palace. She had arrived on a ship that carried a couple that were known for buying children from overseas. Her bright curls bounced on her head and she was full of so much fear, crying for a boy named Kenny and quivering for months until the name Kenny no longer fell from her lips.

“You need to ready yourself. The Prince will be coronated as the Sultan later this afternoon or evening,“ the physician squeezed and then released her. Miranda nodded her head, she knew the way of things, then out of the corner of her eye she spied the Sultan's daughter. Walking to her, she placed a frail hand on her friend's shoulder and squeezed it gently. Both women were strong and showed emotion in private. “I'm sorry,” she told the Princess and left her there. “Where do you take him?” Miranda asked the physician.

“We're moving him to the village. His illness is not known so we dare not take a chance that it can spread. If you or anyone around him start to feel ill, I must be told immediately.“

Miranda nodded her head. Within the hour the Sultan was quickly headed toward the village, under a swarm of calvary soldiers and warriors. The Princess remained behind, staying in her rooms cleary distraught over her father's condition. Miranda quietly made her way to the gardens unwilling to allow herself to be seen by anyone when she was not completely recovered from her sorrow.

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial flushed a little angry with herself and embarassed by the rebuke. She had promised to behave herself, and had caused trouble by not drinking her wine save for only a few sips, and had mannaged to anoy the man in front of them.

I am sorry Si Habib the wine is very good. I am unused to such tastes and wished to savor it forgive me. She said hoping that her awncer would please him. Looking down at her cup Idrial hid her emotions and brought the cup to her lips taking a drink rather than a sip.

After finnishing her cup Idrial begain to relax her feelings of anger and embarassment seeming to float away as her cup was refilled, and following her friend Zaynab's lead began to drink it as well.

Fleetingly Idrial wondered if it would be alright for her to look around the room or up at Zaynab and Si Habib, or if she would be punnished for doing so... As soon as the thought entered it flew away to be replaced by immages of Zaynab in the bath ... and what she had wanted to do afterwords if only they hadnt been interupted.

Idrial shook her head slightly trying to let the immages go even as she felt her nipples harden and the room seemed to get warmer. It was hard now not to immagine Si Habib nude as well... What was in the wine Idrial wondered and soon didnt care.. Looking up at Zaynab she wondered how she were feeling and if the wine were having simalar effects on her or if it were just herself.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth and Miranda

He walked casually through the palace making sure to note the exits, the windows, as well as the locations of several hallways that were blocked to guests. He saw a boy running from a beautiful redhead and his heart stilled for a moment. “Amanda,” he whispered quietly. His Mandy. How lovely she was, she'd been beautiful when he'd seen her from the window, but now as he began to follow her he noticed how gracefully she moved. His eyes followed her every movement, every whispered breath of her slacks skated across the hall and he tucked in their sounds. He wanted to memorize every part of her, and he would have had it not been for the boy.

“You?” Yakip stopped and looked at the man from the stables. Kenneth winked and tossed the boy a coin. “Did you deliver the letter?”

“Not to Lady Rolith... I could not find her. I am not in the palace often and no not where all the halls lead. But that is the favored one and she said she will deliver the letter. Where did you find those clothes, did you steal them? You look different, but I have an eye like an eagle and I knew it was you.” Yakip smiled and thought himself very wise.

“I am here to surprise my friend. They do not know I am here, it is a secret. Can you keep a secret?” Kenneth asked.

Yakip's eyes got wide. “Secrets are not allowed at the palace.”

He thought a moment, “What is your name?”

“Yakip. I am a bastard child to a harem girl, but I know not which one. It is not important though. I get to play with the other children and that is fun, none of us know who we are born to, just what we will become.” Yakip spoke understandably of his situation, as if he accepted it and was okay with being a slave child.

Kenneth took several more coins and passed them to the boy, along with a card with his name embrossed on it. “Yakip... these coins are for you and you may do what you wish with them. If someone claims you have stolen the coins give them this card. I do not want you harmed, but I need you not to tell of me being a stableman.”

Yakip thought for a moment and ran his fingers over the golden edged card. “Okay Mr. Horseman, I'll not tell, and I'll keep your card. I'm a wise liar, when I have to be.”

“Good... now where does the favored one go, and what is her name?”

“She is heading to the gardens and her slave name is Miranda. You mustn't toy with her. It is law here. You will suffer if you touch her without the Sultan's permission... or now our great Prince Akbar's permission.” Yakip smiled, and ran quickly toward the village to find his friends and show them his good fortune.

Kenneth made his way to the gardens and found Amanda, the woman known to everyone here in this place as Miranda. “Mandy...” he called to her and watched the fiery redhaired Goddess turn to him. His heart crashed in his chest as he closed the distance and grabbed her, encirling her in his embrace. “Mandy... oh God Mandy.” He kissed her hair, her cheeks, her lips, delivering brotherly love that had been bottled up for years, the whole time not realizing that she was struggling to free herself.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda and Kenneth

Miranda would have screamed if the man hadn't suddenly covered her mouth with kisses. She did however struggle with him and it wasn't until a guard slammed the hilt of his sword into the man's skull that his hands fell from her sides. The guard moved to hammer another blow to the stranger, but Miranda stilled him.

“Enough... he has me confused and caused no harm. Thank you for your care and do not repeat this to anyone. I'll not see the death of one that makes a mistake happen on this day.”

The guard said nothing, and Miranda glanced back to the stranger on the ground. “Stay by the garden gate and watch, if he moves unjustly toward me... I will call you.” Miranda could not tell if the guard would keep the assault a secret or not, but she would deal with that in time. Her hands moved over the man's crumbled form and she saw him wince when she touched the knot that was now growing on his head.

“Please rise,” she told him, her voice soft yet stern.

She watched him rise to his feet and his eyes look into hers. “I am Miranda and you are?” She waited for the man's answer. Her eyes roamed over the stranger taking in his tall frame and strong build. His hair was thick and black, cut short to his head, looking closer she could see that it curled seductively. She rubbed her fingers together remembering the softness of it. His eyes were as black as night and they looked to be drinking in her very features.

The one thing that stood out from him was a scar, a scar that ran down his left cheek. She peered closer at his face, leaning in slightly. She wondered if perhaps he had just removed a beard, for whoever had shaved him had done a terrible job. Her fingers itched to trace the pattern of the scar and then a thought occured as she wondered how slowly she could run her tongue along it and make him moan with desire.

Her eyes traveled lower taking in his flat, hard stomach, and the tight leggings that the Englishmen wear only accented his generous package. “You're name Sir?” she asked again, her eyes going back to his face, a face that looked extremely uncomfortable and embarressed.

 

[gypsy4191]

Using his other hand he grabbed her chin, forced her mouth open and shoved his cock inside. “Suck me slave, and do not think of harming me.” Releasing her chin he grabbed her head and twisted his fingers around the long tendrals. Akbar wasted no time in ramming his thick hard shaft into her warm cavern and was soon fucking her face hard and fast with a force that he knew would make the slave gag as she tried to take all of him.

Almira gaged as Akbars cock first slid into her mouth and then down her throat. She fought her gag reflex desperately, the last thing she needed was to either pass out or throw up on the new Sultan. She needed to make a good impression. As Almira focused on the cock raping her throat a strange feeling came over her. She wanted to please Akbar at any cost, he had conquered her and her resistance, he hade made her his. She lived only to serve this most powerful of men.

With renewed enthusiasim she started working her throat muscles over the cock still being ramed in and out of her mouth. Relaxing her throat allowed the cock to slide deeper into her throat and with a soft groan Almira realised that she was enjoying this, the raping of her virgin throat.

Quivering in excictement, and realizing that she was still helplessly tied she wondered what the Prince would do to her after he had, had his fill of her mouth.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth at first saw only blackness then he felt the touch of his sister's hands upon his skin and her voice in his ears. He felt assured that he'd be safe from another mind numbing blow, but he wasn't sure, so when he stood he made no further attempt to touch the “favored one”.

“Miranda,” he bowed slighly. Kenneth's head swam with pain, that was quickly replaced with confusion as he watched a look that he cared to not justify cross his sister's face. “My name is Kenneth Raja Ben Evanston, Lord Evanston when I am residing in England. Ken or Kenny when I am with friends.”

Ken waited praying she recognized the name or something about him. He saw her eyes take in his scar and for the first time in his life he wished he'd recieved the mark before he lost her. Before she was taken from the escorts that were bringing her to the Abbey. “You looked like my sister. Her name is Amanda, she would be your age and has been missing for several years. You remind me of her,” Kenneth smiled at her, taking in her beauty, beauty that he recalled their mother possessing.

“May I sit with you?” he asked, his eyes traveling to the guard who remained ever watchful. “I understand your Sultan is not well, and the Prince will be taking over.” He gazed down on her. "Beautiful," he whispered.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Miranda/Kenneth

Miranda moved over and allowed the gentleman to sit down next to her. She then turned her body to face him better and again her eyes were drawn toward him. “There is no Amanda here at the palace. I met the new arrivals yesterday. I am sorry you have lost your sister, I do hope you find her.” Miranda looked from the corner of her eye and saw the guard relaxing and easing up on his duties, she knew he could not see her hands, but only the back of their heads and shoulders.

Her fingers slid to his cheek and she stroked the scar. “Where did you get this,” she asked, tracing the very thing she now found herself wanting to taste. She wondered why she was filling such longing for this stranger, her heart was grieving inside and she thought that perhaps she felt pulled to him because she was unsure of her place in the palace now that the Sultan was ill.

“Have you sought the pleasures of the Harem yet?” she asked her finger moving from his face to his collar. “I would hope that if you have you have been pleasured very well... if not, then perhaps another will show you why the Harem is one that the Sultan is proud to display and share.”

Miranda had not played behind the Sultan's back in many months and now before her waited a man that she would love to enjoy. Her fingers continued to travel down further, as her sexual hunger increased. “Kenneth... have you been pleasured since your arrival?”

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth and his SISTER... (his SISTER -- RED!!! )

Kenneth's mind ran in circles as he felt the soft touch of her fingers touch his scar, a scar that most women found unappealing but his sister was caressing it, and seemed to be wanting more. He looked at her. He didn't want another blow from the guard so he refused to touch her or take her hand away, and as it continued to move down his chest and stomach he swallowed hard.

His body was reacting to her just like any males would, her whole being spoke of sex and knowledge and it had been a long time since he'd been with anyone. Kenneth coughed, and shifted in his seat. He scooted further away, and looked to the guard, seeing the coast was clear, he circled her wrist, and laid it gently on her lap.

“Miranda... I was told not to touch the favored one,” his eyes looked into hers and he saw the confusion there. “Do you like living in the Harem... being the favored one?” Kenneth looked at her. This question was the one he wanted to hear the most, the one that may seal her fate and destiny.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Incest is best???

Miranda's wrist tingled from where he had touched it, but another feeling was churning inside her. He had refused her ministrations. She made to move closer to him, but thought better of it. There were other nights, other ways of bringing him to heel. Her eyes continued to memorize him, take in the partially aroused state of his cock as well as the heated flush of his skin. Though she was willing to let the stranger go from her untouched by her experienced hands she leaned into him after all. “Kenneth,” her breath danced upon his skin. “Come to me when you seek pleasure... or I will have to come to you.”

Gently she placed her hand back upon his skin and ran her hand up his thigh. “I promise... you'll enjoy hours and hours with me as your partner.“ Her fingers moved to his crotch and she stroked it hard. “Don't touch me Kenneth. The guard will hear me if I scream,“ she slipped her hand further down to cup his balls. Miranda moved her head down as if she were picking up a stray flower. Her mouth pressed a hot kiss to his cock, and she moved her fingers around his testicles. Lifting her head from his lap, she licked her lips. “I'll cum for you Kenneth, several times.”

Miranda heard a cough and moved back as the guard moved toward them, a curious expression on his face. Running her fingers through her long waves of red hair, she eyed Kenneth caustiously. “I enjoy the perks of my postition very much,” she told him, returning to her normal state as well as letting her voice remain stagnent with no emotion. “I am giving the choice jewels, as well as clothing and only the most important are allowed my talents.” She shot him an icy glare, showing him how little he knew about her, and how regretful he should be that he turned her away.

“I have lived in the palace for years, and became the favored one a few years ago. I work very hard for this position and I find it to my liking. I know no other life,“ she told him. ”I will leave you now Lord Evanston.“ She stood and began to leave him. Her body aching for release, but she was sure that the man Kenneth would not give her that today, she would have him, Miranda was never refused.

 

[ZuesTheGod]

Kenneth, Miranda, and rosy palm *rolleyes*

Kenneth sat in the garden for several moments, breathing deep and trying not to think of the raging cock that was pushing against the fabric of his pants. “Damn...” he muttered under his breath. “That didn't go as planned.” He ran his hand through his hair and hit the bump that was still hanging around. “They know how to protect the ladies,” he admitted to himself.

Soon he was making his way toward his room. His cock was huge and needed the relief he knew the Sultan gave away left and right. After a few inquires were made, Kenneth realized that the Harem women were currently busy with other means of pleasure, and Lady Rolith had not yet risen to greet the morning.

“Well,” he sighed and ground his teeth together, bringing another wave of pain to his head. He made it back to his rooms where he stripped down and began to take care of the problem his redheaded sister had suddenly forced him to have. He pictured the women of the Harem as he stroked his thick cock. The one in the window, the three he'd seen tied up and even his sister's image filled his mind. As Kenneth continued to pump his cock up and down, it was no surprise to him that Amanda's slave name “Miranda” fell from his lips.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned load after load covered his stomach dripped down his balls and pooled around the bed. He shook as he released the seed, and he wanted to bury his shaft into the sweet folds of a woman instead of his hand. “Susanne... you my dear will need to wake up very soon.“

 

[redbaron05]

Akbar and Almira

Grasping the locks of the raven-haired beauty, chained spreadeagled and bent before him, Akbar groans as he feels the hot tight wetness of her mouth and throat stroking his hard shaft. "Thats it, take it wench. Take your Masters cock and suck it good"

As she sucks him Akbar feels a change in the way she is treating his hot, hard shaft; she has gone from gagging and being forced to take him in and out of her throat to actually relaxing and swallowing his shaft willingly. Letting go of her hair with one hand he runs it over her hot skin to her bare breast and twists then pulls her nipple hard.

Feeling her tight nipple and her relaxed throat, Akbar growls, "So you like this? Huh Bitch!" He fucks her mouth harder and faster, then stops.

Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of making him cum with her mouth, he pulls his shaft out of her and strides purposely behind her. He bends, rubs his hard cock teasingly across her cunt lips, he hears her groan and changes his mind. He moves his wet shaft away from her pussy, grabs her hips and impales himself hard and deep into her tight ass fucking her deep. He explodes filling her with his seed

 

[bullshot]

Si / Zaynab / Idrial

Si smiled at Idrial as she finished her first drink, as he refilled her goblet he was pleased to see that she continued drinking, glancing across at Zaynab he could see that she was drinking her second goblet full as well. He continued drinking from his own goblet, knowing now that they’d keep drinking with him. Now they’d both finished one goblet and where well into the second Si was able to take a good look at them. They both wore the sheer robes given to defiant slaves, these robes left nothing to the imagination the only part not completely visible was their sex because the front opening was doubled here and held by a belt around the waist. Zaynab’s was a grey colour matching her eyes while Idrial wore a light brown colour, both girls had ample breasts which he was going to sample shortly.

“That’s better, we’re all friends together now,” Si praised Idrial as she finished her second goblet of wine, he could see out of the corner of his eye that Zaynab was just finishing hers as well. As Idrial was still kneeling he went over to her and taking her hands in his he helped her to stand up. Putting her arms around his neck he kissed her gently as he undid the belt securing the front of her robe allowing it to open a few inches. He slid his hands under the robe and cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them as he massaged them. He pushed his knee between her legs forcing her to open her legs for him, then finished with her breasts by giving her hard nipples a good pinch making them harder still. Knowing that these two had been defiant he was prepared in case she tried to stop his next move, but he needn’t have worried. As he gently brushed his hand down her naked front he felt her adjust her legs opening them more for him. His hand came to rest on her unprotected pussy, and as he rubbed her pussy lips he could feel the wetness seeping out onto his hand. He pushed a couple of fingers into her willing pussy and felt her arms tighten around his neck as she responded to his actions due to the drug. He broke the kiss and whispered in her ear. “Get undressed.” Before removing his fingers from her pussy and releasing her knowing she was so pliant now she’d do as he suggested..

Looking across at Zaynab he could see she’d been watching him, he knew the drug was well into her system the same as Idrial’s and she looked as if she was waiting for him to start on her. As he reached her and before she could do anything he undid the belt on her robe and pushed the robe over her shoulders causing it to fall off her arms onto the floor. He stepped back to admire the body that had caused so much trouble that it needed his specialist treatment. Her breasts weren’t as big as Idrials but the curves and shape of her body made up for any lack in that department. Her long legs terminated at her shaven mound where the front of her sex was just visible, he was going to enjoy feeling his cock inside Zaynab. As he started to massage her breasts and pinch her hard nipples he could see she was waiting to be kissed, he pulled on her nipples causing her to move forward and at the same time met her lips with his. He slid one hand down her naked belly and between her legs resting it on her pussy, with his thumb and forefinger he teased her partially engorged clit before sliding two fingers into her pussy. After a few minutes of this he remembered that Idrial was unoccupied so he broke the kiss and removed his fingers from her sex.

“Let’s all get onto the bed,” Si suggested moving towards it himself knowing that they’d both join him shortly. He was glad that he was wearing baggy pants as they helped cover his raging hard cock from them, he wanted them to find that themselves as the drug really took effect.

Normally when dealing with one girl he only gave them one goblet of drugged wine that being enough to keep them going for a couple of hours. He’d hedged his bets with two girls at once, the amount of drug they’d consumed in their two drinks would very shortly turn them both into horny nymphomaniacs desperate for sex for about four hours. Fortunately the drug didn’t work the same on a guy, instead the amount he’d drunk would keep him hard for three or four hours, allowing him to keep up with the girls and cum and cum and cum.

 

[leopardlover]

Nackal groans with the building desire that sets his skin aflame from the inside. His body arches into the pain of her pinching, her nipping, as her pussy squeezes him in it's tight embrace, creaming all over him. The milking sensation of her spasms draw him upwards, higher and higher, til the pleasure is blinding.

Her heated skin, obvious pleasure and words of encouragement make his blood boil with seething desire that surges through his body like little electric jolts as it gathers in his groin, his muscles clenching tightly.

His eyes roll back into his skull with a last thrust spasm of his body, every muscle locking and twitching, her name falling from his lips. His hands lock around her waist tightly, clenching, hard enough to bruise, nails almost breaking skin.

He gives her his seed in four hard spurts, the hot wet liquid mixing with her own as it coats her insides. The pleasure seems to course through him for several minutes, though it isnt even close before his body lies there, slightly limply. For the moment his lust is sated and he is recovering, panting lightly as he laves her throat, his body dripping sweat, shuddering and shaking when she continues to slowly ride him, he still hard within her honeyed depths, her hungry pussy drawing every last dribble from him and seemingly wanting even more.