The Harem

[badbabysitter]

Queen Bahasti

He was with them .. again!!!!

The young and beautiful quuen, was in a rage. Yes, it was tradition that all the great sultans would have a harem. But one so large and overly ornate? It angered her to no end.He would go to them night after night, and a couple times a month if she was lucky...he would come to her.

Well..enough was enough. The time was at hand to have her own revenge. But she knew she would have to be clever in order to not be outright killed by her husband.

Thats why her plan was brilliant in its simplicity.

She went to beside her bed and rang on the full thick velvet rope to summon her favourite slave girl.



OOC

Queen Bahasti

23yrs old
5' 6"
125 voloptous pounds.
full heavy breasts, tanned olive skin..thick black hair to her back
eyes of green

brilliant, sexual, devious

 

[FrenziedMaiden]

Entrantra

Entrantra tearfully said goodbye to her parents at the gates of the Sultan's palace. Her parents were but peasants, and her mother had just given birth to her 13th child. They could no longer afford to take care of Entrantra, and decided to hand her over to the Sultan for him to do with as he wished. They feared that she might be used as a slave, but hoped that he would take one look at her beautiful face, flawless skin, large almond shaped brown eyes, long silky black hair, and voluptuous body, and want to make her part of his harem rather than enslave her.

Entrantra shivered with fear, holding onto her mother as her father spoke to a palace guard.

Before long, the guard came over and grabbed Entrantra by the arm and pulled her away from her parents, leading her through the enormous gates. Entrantra went with him willingly, but could not keep the tears from streaming down her face. The guard took her into the grand palace and put her in a small, empty room, where he told her to wait for someone to come and get her.

Entrantra crouched in a corner, and tried to dry her tears as she awaited her new life to begin.

 

[msboy8]

'Cane

They feared that she might be used as a slave, but hoped that he would take one look at her beautiful face, flawless skin, large almond shaped brown eyes, long silky black hair, and voluptuous body, and want to make her part of his harem rather than enslave her.

I was given instructions to take a new girl to the Harem. Once again, I was relegated to the role of a nurse-maid while Narzon 'guarded' the Sultan, which meant he got to play with the girls. I resolved that this girl had better be something special, but of course she would be.

'Cane open the door to find a small bundle of a girl in the corner. All he could see was her long black hair. "All right, I am your escort. Stop wasting my time and follow me." 'Cane was rewarded by a pair of wet, she had been crying of course, eyes looking up at him. 'Cane gave her a hand up, such a small, tender hand, and led her to the Harem quarters, where she would live most of her adult life.

Once she had followed him into the harem and then to the bathing area, 'Cane said, "Take off all of your clothes and clean yourself. An outfit has been laid out for you, your old clothes will be burned. If you have a token, necklace, bracelet, or the like that you would like to save, give it to me. I will inspect it and return it to you. Now strip!"

 

[Elflegend]

Ashima smiled as the sultan's hard shaft slide beneath her veil, her lips soon wrapping around it to pleasure it with well-practiced talent and skill.

She was never serious in the little pretenses of jealousy she feigned at times, always delighting to be her lord's property, to enjoy or ignore as he pleased. Yet she knew well enough that others had jealousy toward her, among the harem but outside ofi t as well...

She bore no ill will toward any, but neither did she let the thoughts of others hinder her passion in serving the sultan... if punishment was to be the result so be it, for she was trained to bear all hardships as long as she served... her tongue now played upon her lord's member, steadily taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, before her thigh throat gently massaged its hard flesh...

 

[FrenziedMaiden]

Entrantra

I don't know how long I had been left alone inside of the empty, cold room, time seemed to have lost all it's meaning, everything had now lost it's meaning to me. I missed my family already, but I knew that they had given me to the Sultan only because they had no other choice. They could have married me off to one of the village men, plenty of them had expressed their interest in me, but my parents wanted something better for me. Even if I was to be a slave of the Sultan or the Queen, I would still be given a better life than I would have as the wife of a poor sheep rancher.

I had to be strong and accept my fate with grace, I had to do it for my parents as well as for myself.

The door to the room opened and I looked up to see a handsome young man standing in the doorway. He spoke to me in sharp, commanding tones.

"All right, I am your escort. Stop wasting my time and follow me."

Offering me his hand, I took it and he swiftly pulled me to my feet. He seemed annoyed by his having to attend to me, yet there was a hint of softness in his eyes,

I did exactly as I was told and followed him out of the room, being sure to keep my eyes cast downward, even though I had an incredible urge to look around and view what a real castle looked like on the inside. Even the grandness of the marble flooring awed me.

I followed him into an opulently decorated room, that smelled of sweet jasmine. Surely this is what heaven must look and smell like.

I was brought into a bathing area and told to strip and then give my clothing to the man for him to burn. I immediately did as I was told, even though I felt ashamed to be seen naked by a man who was not my husband. The shame of it all nearly started my crying all over again, but I fought back the tears and covered my nakedness as best I could with my arms and hands.

He also wanted my jewelry for inspection. All I had was a gold bracelet adorned with a tiny locket, that my mother had given to me before leaving me tonight. I didn't want to let it go, not this soon. It was all I had left to remind me of my family. I looked at the man with pleading eyes, yet his expression held no pity, and he was becoming impatient. I reluctantly removed the bracelet and handed it over to him, praying that it would be returned to me later.

 

[Wolk]

A quiet moan of pleasure fell off the Sultan's lips as the head of his large cock disappeared between the beautiful Ashima's lips. Her tongue caressed it, dancing around the supersensitive head, hitting all the spots she knew he loved to be stimulated at. Her lips, in the meantime, pushed the skin back all the way over the entire head, revealing it completely for her to give maximum pleasure to.

It felt very pleasant, but the Sultan wanted more. He wanted all of the nine inches of his velvety shaft pleased, not only the head itself. Ashima knew it, and began to suck him in deeper. But the Sultan was unpatient, teased into a frenzy of lust by her very own actions. He also was a power-loving man, used to getting, or taking, anything he wanted.

His hands grasped her head by the lovely black hair firmly, and he pulled her onto him, helping her eager effort to get him into her throat. That sped up the process immensely, not to mention pleased the Sultan greatly. He always enjoyed excercising power on his concubines almost as much as he enjoyed their own eager efforts to please him, sometimes in ways he could not even imagine.

He thrust his hips a couple of times, driving his cock into her face as deep as it would go. Unfortunately in this position it was impossible for Ashima, or anyone else, to take all nine inches of him, but she did a great job pleasing as much as would fit, not stopping her tongue's erotic dance even when the head rammed her deeply, nearly setting off the choking reflex.

Soon, though, he grew tired of controlling, for he knew Ashima was a resourceful little thing, and giving her the freedom to please him usually felt a lot better than simply taking her like he could do with any concubine. He released his hands.

Sitting back down, he pulled her with him, never having his cock leave her mouth, so that she could keep pleasuring him in this new position, that would allow her to take him deeper. The veil still hung on her face, though shifted to allow access to his member. The Sultan removed it, tossing the cloth away and enjoying the completely unobstructed sight of her gorgeous face sucking him in diligently.

He petted her hair, then moved his hands lower, playing with her tits, squeezing them, caressing, tweaking the nipples.

"Ah, Ashima, you are very good!" He said softly. "If you keep that up, your mouth will be bestowed with your Sultan's juices."

 

[Bengal52]

Narzon smiles at her. "Satira, remember, the Sultan is still your first duty. I am only suppose to protect and please you until he wants you."

He bends down and kisses her on the cheek. He whispers softly into her ear, "I guess you might need a bit of preperation for a time with the Sultan in private tho."

 

[Asa]

~Satira smiles at him and whispers~ He has spent his time with me for this visit and now he has moved on. just as there are others that he will leave the next one for in time. But this leaves us time Narzon *smiles* just as before *Eyes close at the kiss with a near silent whimper*

 

[msboy8]

'Cane

The shame of it all nearly started my crying all over again, but I fought back the tears and covered my nakedness as best I could with my arms and hands.

I watched with feigned disinterest as Entrantra removed her poor excuse for clothing. True, it covered her properly, but I'd seen better rags. She tried to cover herself, but I could see that she was worthy to join the Sultan's harem.

'Cane took the gold bracelet and locket from Entrantra and inspected it for poison, etc. He was careful not to damage it, because she would soon have the ear of the Sultan. 'Cane determined that there was no menace involved with the trinket, so he held it and waited for Entrantra to finish her bath. He gathered a couple of towels to aid in drying her when she was finished.

 

[Bengal52]

Narzon

Narzon looks into her eyes. "Perhaps we should either go sit down or go somewhere a bit more private?"

He smiels and puts his arms arround her. "but first, one kiss."

He leans down and puts his lips to hers.

 

[Elflegend]

Ashima groaned softly, letting her breath vibrate around the sultan'S shaft as it raped her mouth and throat, her muscles eagerly massaging every inch. This was what she was trained for... to be used, and still put her own effort into pleasing her lord...

She grinned faintly at his last words and leaned forward again, suckling on him faster yet than before, her hands caressing his balls and jerking off the base of his cock, desperate to offer him the climax of his pleasures...

 

[FrenziedMaiden]

Entrantra

The bath water was warm and soothing. I almost felt guilty using the fine soaps to cleanse myself, but it was expected of me. Never a finer bath had I ever gotten, and it was difficult for me to leave the tub. I was being waited upon though, and knew that I shouldn't waste time,

I exited the water, and looked around for a towel to dry myself with and found none. I crept toward the doorway, once again using my hands and arms to sheild my nudity.

"Sir, I have finished bathing." I said softly as my body began to shiver from coldness. "I fear that I can not find anything to dry myself with though, and I am dripping wetness all over the fine flooring. I am sorry Sir, I promise that I will wipe the floor dry before any damage is done."

 

[Wolk]

Ashima's hands worked diligently on his member, just like her mouth, as her entire being centered on brining him pleasure as intense as any man knew. It worked, of course, and soon her efforts were rewarded.

"Ahhhh!" The Sultan's hands grasped her hair tightly, holding the beautiful face over at his spurting cock, as it unloaded hot musky cum into her welcoming mouth. "Oh, Ashima! Such a wonderful woman. A gift of heavens."

He moaned in his wonderfully pleasant orgasm, and later, softer, more relaxed, as she very gently sucked his spent member for a while, before pulling her face away. He reached out, grabbing her discarded veil. With that fine transluscent cloth, the Sultan wiped the remnants of his cum and her saliva off his cock. He handed the soiled cloth back to her, so that she could wear the wet sign of his recent affection proudly, boasting of it before other girls.

Relaxed, the Sultan laid back, wondering what to do next. Should he pay a visit to make another one of his girls happy, or stay with Ashima to see how else she would serve him. Ah, the choices again; as though he didn't have to make enough of them in running the Sultanate. Of course, here, no matter what choice he made, the outcome was sure to be pleasant. He smiled at his thought, looking up at Ashima.

 

[msboy8]

'Cane

"Sir, I have finished bathing." I said softly as my body began to shiver from coldness.

I quickly stepped up close to her, wrapping her in one of the large towels. "Yes, the Sultan is gonna like you. Don't worry about the floor, the servants will get it. You're one lucky wench, if you keep your beauty and are an able harem girl."

'Cane hands Entrantra the other towel and tells her to follow him. He leads her to her own plush room, about med size. Inside is a plush bed and a closet. An outfit is laid out on the bed. 'Cane sets Entrantra's bracelet on the bed. "The Sultan will vist you soon, afterwards you will know your place here." There is no door, 'Cane leaves Entrantra and returns to the center of the harem to watch for threats, an evil looking scimitar strapped to his back.

 

[Asa]

*Whimpering into the kiss she snakes her arms around him pressing back into the kiss before breaking the kiss and whispers
to him*

We each have our own little chambers here off the main rooms so follow me

 

[Bengal52]

Narzon

Narzon smiles and nods. He softly speaks to her, "LEad the way. I shall follow."

He gently nibbles on her neck before she turns.

 

[Asa]

*SHe whimpers at the nibbles and turning she linked her hand into his and began walking to her private little room within the Harem domain. Turning to look at him she smiles. The sheer material barely a cover for her form as she begins to way a little teasing him more before slowly sinking to the pillows*

 

[FrenziedMaiden]

Entrantra

My shivers were quickly halted after being wrapped in the plush towel. The fluffy, soft material felt heavenly against my skin.

You're one lucky wench, if you keep your beauty and are an able harem girl."

A harem girl? Surely I was not of that calibur of female. My parents had wished that sort of fate for me, but I thought it to simply be a way for them to ease their guilt of having to send me away. I was of peasant stock, my body strong, my hands calloused from a lifetime of hard work. How could a man such as the Sultan find me attractive enough to become a part of his harem? I was also a virgin, who knew nothing of the ways in sexually pleasing a man.

I wanted to tell the guard that a mistake must have been made, and that I actually belonged with the slaves. I didn't dare argue with him though. All I could do was to look at him, my eyes held wide and silently obey his instructions.

He led me to a room, telling me that it was to be my room. I stepped inside and found that it was nearly as large as my parents home. There was also a bed! I had seen beds before, but had never slept in one. I wondered what it would be like to sleep in a real bed. I was sure that the bed was reserved for use by the girls held within the highest esteem of the Sultan, and the rest of us were to sleep upon the floor.

The guard set my beloved bracelet down on the bed next to the finest, most beautiful dress that I had ever seen. I snatched the bracelet up quickly, fearing that he may want to take it away from me again.

"The Sultan will vist you soon, afterwards you will know your place here."

The guard then left me alone in the room. I found myself feeling confused and overwhelmed. I let my finger graze over the fine, silky fabric of the beautiful dress that lay upon the bed. I quickly snatched my finger away, knowing that the dress did not belong to me and that I had no right to touch it.

The guard said that the Sultan would be visiting me soon and that then I would know my place here. I was frieghtened and I longed to go home. Not knowing what else to do, I stood there motionless, looking at the guard who's back was turned to me.

 

[Wolk]

The Sultan has finally left Ashima, deciding that variety is the spice of life, and, after all, it would be no use to keep such a large harem if he only kept to a few girls.

In the large, opulent lobby, he met 'Cane who held his watch there. Smiling, the Sultan greeted his loyal man. One who had the misfortune of being born an infidel, yet driven to the truth by his capture. By God's own hand, no doubt. He found his place, a good life and loyal friends, in the Sultanate. Seeing how "the awful savages who drink the blood of babies" lived first hand, 'Cane, Sultan suspected, came to the same conclusion that the Sultan held secretly: that people were mostly the same everywhere, regardless of what they worshipped, how they spoke. If it pleased everyone that he bowed to Mecca thrice a day, so be it; it is not a huge bother after all.

'Cane informed the Sultan that the new girl was waiting for him, lighting curious fires in those brown eyes. The Sultan smiled.

"Thank you, my friend. I will go pay my newest bird a visit then."

With that, he treaded softly towards the room 'Cane instructed him of. Moving aside the thin transluscent fabric that hung to partially cover the enterance to the room, the Sultan walked in. He smiled slightly, seeing the beautiful girl. Standing by the enterance, he slowly traced her body with his eyes, following every curve. Marvelous it was, indeed. The way her large breasts pushed out the towel made his smile grow a little. Lovely and beautiful, though not with the same beauty his other girls were. Hers was fresh, youthful, virgin, unspoiled.

He came closer, taking her face in his hand, tracing his index finger along its beautiful lines, her cheeks, her little chin, touching her hair. He smiled again, satisfied, and sat down on the bed.

"What is your name, my girl, and why are you not dressed for me?" He paused a brief moment, then narrowed his eyes. "You are not trying to rebel, are you? There is no place for feisty, unhappy girls in my harem, only for those who are eager to please their Sultan."

 

[FrenziedMaiden]

Entrantra

I stood frozen as I saw the Sultan enter the lobby. Panic setting in and my heart pounding fiercly beneath my chest as he walked toward the room I was in.

When he entered the room, I held myself as still as a statue. Never before had I been in the presence of such greatness. I had never even viewed the Sultan before this moment, I had only seen the many paintings and statues of him until now, and none of them had done him justice. He was young, much younger than I had thought him to be, and far more handsome than what his idols has depicted.

Only his touching of my face, kept me from sinking to my knees. I was in complete awe of his greatness.

I watched him with wide eyes and open mouth, as he moved toward the bed, and sat down.

"What is your name, my girl, and why are you not dressed for me?" "You are not trying to rebel, are you? There is no place for feisty, unhappy girls in my harem, only for those who are eager to please their Sultan."

I stiffened further at the sound of his deep, commanding voice. Trying to bury myself into the corner of the wall, wanting desperately to disappear. I was not worthy of being spoken to by the Sultan, yet it would be a great dishonor of him for me not to answer his questions.

I struggled to find my voice as I forced the answers to his questions out from between my lips.

"My name is Entrantra. I apologize for my appearance, but my clothing was taken from me earlier, and burned. I am not a rebel, Sire, my only wish is to please you and to honor you. I did not want to show any disrespect to the fine women of your harem by taking their clothing without permission."

At that point, my fears took over,I dropped to my knees and began to sob and plead for my life. "Please forgive me, your greatness. I do not wish to disrespect you, my only wish is to serve and please you as best I can. I am but a lowly peasant though, unworthy of your attentions. A mistake has been made in bringing me to your harem, please forgive me for I meant no harm or dishonesty."

 

[Wolk]

The Sultan laughed softly, looking at the lovely girl kneeling, mumbling franticly, not daring to look up at him. He reached down, holding her face by the chin again, turning it up to him and gazing into her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

"It is your dress, my silly Entrantra." He laughed softly again, finally realizing the confusion she was in. The poor peasant could simply not imagine that even the Sultan himself could just give a gown so fine and beautiful to just anyone. It was beyond comprehension to someone who had known no world other than that where a family of fifteen lives in a one-room house, that is probably smaller than the room they were now in.

"This is the palace, my dear, and things are very different from what you are used to." He struck her hair softly. "All my girls have their own chambers here in the harem. This one is yours, and so is everything in it. Assuming, of course, you do what it takes to make me happy." He stood up and walked to one of the chests that stood in the room. There, he found a jeweled bracelet of incredible beauty and picked it up. The piece of jewelry sent shines of reflected light around the big room, its sparkling gold and diamonds the size of her little finger's nail doing what they were ment to do. He took her hand and placed the jeweled bracelet onto it, right by her own poor trinket. He smiled, giving her a minute to admire it, to catch up with the situation.

"Show me your full beauty, Entrantra. Shed that towel." The Sultan said. "No need to be shy before me, darling."

 

[FrenziedMaiden]

Entrantra

My fears of being punished began to subside as I listened to the Sultan speak. This was all so overwhelming for me. I hadn't even imagined that this room was my own, and had certainly never understood that the fine clothing was meant for me to wear.

I watched as the Sultan got up and walked over to a chest. I looked at him curiously, trying to see around him as he searched through it's drawers. I noticed him pulling something from inside of it, and snapped myself back to attention as he turned around.

In his hand he held the most beautiful piece of jewelry that I had ever seen. My jaw dropped as the Sultan placed it around my wrist.

Everything that had happened within the past few hours, was beyond my comprehension. I had pride though, and I would accept my new life with both dignity and grace, in honor of my loving upbringing. I looked at the Sultan with an even greater admiration and respect than ever before. He was kind and loving, a truly great and holy man. I was blessed to be allowed in his presence.

"Show me your full beauty, Entrantra. Shed that towel." The Sultan said. "No need to be shy before me, darling."

The Sultan's wish was my command. My feelings of shame and embarrassment no longer mattered, for I was in the presence of greatness and my only purpose was to please.

Moving my hands to my chest, I lossened the towel and allowed it to drop to the floor, ignoring my instincts of covering my nudity with my hands.

I kept my eyes cast downward, staring at the floor as I presented my body and soul to the Sultan.

 

[Wolk]

The Sultan's brown eyes followed her hands, watching her beautiful voluptious body revealed before him. Her breasts were large, sitting so beautifully on her chest like giant pears, ending with large, oh so succulent nipples.

His eyes lit up with excitement, and he had them travel lower on her body. They passed along her slim waist, stopping to drink in the sight of a beautiful busy triangle of dark curls that adorned wonderful treasures between her strong peasant thighs. He looked for a while, feeling his breathing hasten slightly, the large member in his pants growing bigger and harder.

"Why are you looking down, my darling?" He smiled. "Are you ashamed of showing yourself to me? Don't be. It is the purpose of a concubine to please her Sultan. You should be proud of being deemed worthy, not ashamed. Look into my eyes and smile, darling. Don't you like the fire your beauty is putting there?"

He smiled as she lifted her eyes, and stood up, taking a step toward her. He put his hands onto her shoulders and caressed the soft tan skin there gently, brushing her silky black hair behind her back. His hands then traveled down along the outsides of her hands, until they reached her hips. There, they laid, while he drunk in her beauty with his eyes for a little longer, looking at her face, her chest. Then, his hands began traveling up, along her sides and back. They came level with her large breasts, but didn't touch yet, massaging softly the muscles of her back just inches from it. Finally, he pulled her towards him, making the massive breasts push into his naked chest, as he claimed her lips with his.

The kiss was not aggressive, merely caressing her lips and not going any deeper, but it was firm. His hands slide down along her back to cup and fondle her sexy ass, pushing her pelvis into his, making her aware of the excited thick eight-inch arousal that she caused. As he released her, slightly pushing her back, his hands came up and finally cupped under her breasts, fondling them, feeling their amazing weight and form. He smiled at her, while fondling her chest.

"You are most beautiful, my sweet Entrantra. If you set your mind to pleasing me, I think you can have a wonderful life ahead of you. Do you have any experience in pleasing a man?"

 

[Bengal52]

*SHe whimpers at the nibbles and turning she linked her hand into his and began walking to her private little room within the Harem domain. Turning to look at him she smiles. The sheer material barely a cover for her form as she begins to way a little teasing him more before slowly sinking to the pillows*

Narzon goes over and sits beside her. He puts his arm arround her and leans close to her ear. "Tonight, I shall please you. How would you like to be pleased?"

 

[Asa]

*She blinked that was a suprising question for her... it was always her job to be the one pleasing. Looking to him she layed back and pulled her to him with a whimper. SHe did not know how to answer his question so she merely guided his hands her own hands trailing over him as well as she whispered* We both please each other