The Training of a Dancing Girl (Closed, but do please read and enjoy!)

[mgetzhoff]

Light sparkles off the amber bangles as she dances. Torchlight, lantern light, all reflected from matching amber beads. Beads that sparkle among the filmy scarves hanging from her deep brown dance costume. The drums pull her hips to their rhythm, the elongated zither playing the traditional melody built from scales so unfamiliar to Clothilde.

But everything here is unfamiliar to Clothilde, for all that she has lived and danced here for six years. That women should be separated from the daily lives of men is something that never happened at Home. That men who kill without compunction, should pray five times daily, is beyond her understanding. That her hair, long and auburn and curly, should fall to her waist instead of being carefully restrained on her head as she wears a costume scandalous by the standards of Home, is another part of the strangeness. The most unexpected part is that the dances she has learned, sinuous and sensual, should be the reason that she is still virgin. And, of course, her eyes.

A man grabs at her feet as she glides between the groups of celebrants seated on patterned rugs on the ground.. His hand slides suggestively along her calf. Clothilde’s dance becomes one of invitation. She steps away, turning, hips still swaying. She leans backwards, and backwards, until her head is just above the ground, her arms held out towards her feet to keep her balanced. Her chest does the traditional sudden fast rhythmic shake, setting the beads sparkling in the light, and allowing her breasts to nearly leave her costume. The man, dark and bearded, leans forward to perhaps fill his hands with those breasts when he sees her eyes. She had been instructed to remove her veil tonight, and so her eyes, one brown and one hazel are clearly seen by this drunken fool. Fool, to think of touching the Pasha’s dancing girl, and fool to want a woman of bad luck, a woman with eyes of different colors. He has not had so much wine as to risk such bad luck, he pulls back, sheepishly, and Clothilde continues her dance around the tent.

Tonight, her life is strange, even by this world’s rules. This party, a celebration of victory, is larger than any her master has ever held before. The greatest room in the Pasha’s compound was not large enough to hold all the celebrants. A tent, the largest that Clothilde had ever seen, has been set up outside. Every pillow, rug and cushion in the entire palace had been placed in it to form a casual setting calculated to hide the lack of formal celebration space.

Although her knowledge of the language is still imperfect, Clothilde has gathered enough to understand that her master’s eldest son was saved during battle three days ago.

Clothilde understands that her master had to promise much to many, many allies to find enough men to win this war he has been fighting. Her master talks to her of such things, sometimes, always in secret. Her father had trained her, the only child, in what needed to be understood to run a Keep back at Home. Clothilde knows that her master is over-extended, and trying to keep his honor. She wonders how he will manage.

The loudest part of the celebration is around her master, and Clothilde brings her dance closer to him, listening carefully, hoping to hear more tonight. Her attention is arrested. There is a white man here! The cut of his hair, the trim of his beard, they tell her he is from Home. She listens carefully, trying to make out the words. He is the man who has saved the Pasha’s son!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

John Edward "Pasha" Walker:

John Walker had enlisted in the British Army at the age of 16 rather than go to work in the coal mines like his poor crippled father, crippled by a small cave in that cost him the use of his legs.

Walker was the epitome of a British soldier and by the time he'd reached 24 years old he'd been decorated numerous times, mentioned in dispatches even more times and been promoted to Lieutenant.

He remained in the British Army until he retired at age 38 at the rank of Major and then he chose to take his skills and offer them to whomever would pay him the most money, give him the greatest 'benefits' as a part of his new careeer.

Pasha Walker is now the commander of the Jannsarries of a Turkish Sultan.

He'd planned, commanded and led the assault that had broken the back of the invasion and attack on the Sultan's forces by a rival Sultan and in doing so had saved the life of Achmed, the Sultan's eldest son with one cut from his sword. It had removed the arm of the soldier about to run his lance through Achmed from behind.

Now Pasha Walker was seated on the Sultan's right, one seat from the Sultan, with Achmed seated between them. The men talked and watched the dancing girl at the same time.

Her bared face and nearly bare body had captivated Walker as had her sensuous movements as she'd danced around the tent and now gyrated and undulated right in front of them.

The Sultan had rewarded Walker's bravery and skill in foiling the invasion by giving him a larger, more opulent residence and extending his lands by miles. He, the Sultan, had also noticed Walker's fascination with the dancing girl and as she danced in front of them he turned to Walker and said, "Pasha Walker does the girl interest you?"

Without moving his eyes from her Walker replied, "Aye Highness only a dead man or a eunch wouldn't be aroused by her and her dancing."
And I'm far from dead and damned sure not a eunch Highness," he laughed at his reply and was joined by the Sultan and Achmed for Walker's forays among the women was the stuff of many tales.

"Then my friend and the savior of my eldest I gift you with her. From this moment on she is your property, your slave.
"Know my friend that the houri has never laid with, never know a man. A fact I'm sure that you'll remedy in a very short time," and he laughs as he knows the truth of his words.

His eyes leave the undulating wench just long enough to smile at the Sultan and his ribald comment then they return to the one he now owns as watches her even more intently for he knows she's heard that she's been given away, that he is now her new owner and master.

Pasha Walker watches to see a reaction in her face or in her demeanor as she dances the persperation of her efforts glistening in the light from the many oil lamps illuminating the inside of the huge tent as he says, "Highness it was my duty and my pleasure to save as brave a man and valiant a warrior as Achmed.
"You're thanks were sufficent and now your generosity in front of all of your guests will spread the word of your munificence, your magnanimous nature far and wide and add to your already exhaulted reputation in the eyes of Allah and man."

Then Walker rivets his attention on the wench as the Sultan beams at the praise and compliments Walker's heaped on him.

As the dance grows to a close Walker catches his new slave's eye and points to a place to his right indicating where he expects her to be when she's finished her dance of arousal and smiles to himself as he sees the eyes of the other men following her as she sways around the table to take her place and the envy and lust for her in their eyes, on their faces.

 

[mgetzhoff]

Three years of training keep the utter shock off Clothilde's face. The fierce color of her reactions hidden in this smoke-filled tent. She cannot believe that her master has given her away! She was certain that he would never do so given the power that ill-luck has over these people.

She realizes that her master, now former master, has been very clever. Clothilde was not very expesive, could never have been given to another of the Sultan's allies without causing great offense, but now buys his honor with this white man. She can admire the cleverness, but she is without the least notion of what will happen to her.

Well, she knows some of what will happen to her. The other women have told her clearly enough, and the teachers of the dance had certainly made certain that she understood the meaning of every move that she made. Will he be cruel? Will be kind?

Perhaps if she makes it clear that he will get his best use of her if he is kind, he will not beat her. Clothilde decides, she must seduce him to be kind to her. It is her only choice in a harsh land that allows few choices.

He is watching her closely, she can see the interest and desire in his blues eyes. So different, those blue eyes! He gestures, simply, but with the power of a man used to command, that she is to sit next to him on a plush red cushion.

She cannot sit there! A powerful chief, now boisterously recounting the battle with his men, was there. If she is found in his place, he can have her beaten! But her new master has given his first command with a clear gesture from a weatherbeaten hand. Somehow, she must obey!

Clothilde quickly looks at the drummer and signals, a bit frantically, for chieftetelli, the sensual dance, but for small space. The wizened drummer, and old friend, looks back at her with the calmness which has brought her to her senses on many occassions, and then nods to signal the other player.

The beat begins, and her feet follow the simple pattern of four steps, while her arms and chest move in the counter-rhythm of three above and still with the four. A dance of movement to stimulate the body with patterns that seduce the mind. Her chest seems to circle above her hips while her feet carry her towards her new master.

With each circuit of Clothilde's shoulders, she leans further over. Each circle brings more of her breasts into view. By the fifth pass, she in nearly bent in half, slick with perspiration. She is nearly to her new master and begins to bend her knees, continuing her circles.

She ends, kneeling, in front of this strange warrior. Her hands together, symbolicly bound at the wrists which she presents to his feet.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

John "Pasha" Walker:

Watching he sees the wench signal to the musicians and listens to the start of a dance he's well familiar with, a highly erotic dance indeed.
He watches his new slave begin to dance, to undulate again, as she moves in his direction. His eyes lock on her body. Her swiveling and undulating pelvis moving as if engaged in a wanton sex act as he upper body slowly bends and her bountiful and firm looking breast describe arcs and movements all their own as more and more of them become visible to him since she's 'playing' to him alone now.
She moves around the low table her bodily orientation always center on him and where he sits until she's directly before him where she sensuously flows to her knees with her outstretched wrists crossed, her forehead on the carpet at his feet.
Walker takes a strip of cloth from behind his sash, bends at the waist and binds her crossed wrists to firmly imbed in her mind just what she is and who her new owner is.
That done he spreads his legs and grips her arms to lift her to a seated position then close enough to him between his legs that her sweat slick and heaving breasts, from her panting after tje dances, move up and down against the growing hardening in his loose pants.
Looking down at her he uses a fingertip under her chin to tilt her face up to his, "What is my slave's name? What did your former owner call you slave," he asks in his husky baritone voice.

 

[mgetzhoff]

Clothilde

Her face buried in the thick patterned red carpet at her new masters feet, Clothilde feels her wrists bound. This master is clearly making quite sure that she knows who she now belongs to.

Before she can decide how she feels about this, Clothilde is pulled forward against this man, the smooth weave of his red linen pants clothing slipping along her skin. The ease with which he lifts her and places her against him amazes Clothilde, for she is not used to being so handled.

At least the part of her hopes for seducing her new master seem to be working if the warm and firm shape between her breasts is any indication. Perhaps she can convince him to be kind to her, perhaps even elevate her to the position of wife!

Clothilde is just contemplating this idea, when a warm finger slides under her chin and gently brings her face up. Her new master asks her a question, and at first she does not understand. The sounds do not make sense, then suddenly she realizes, it is the language of Home!

Staring into the so-blue eyes of her new master, she struggles to bring her mind back to an old language. Tears begin behind her eyes. In a voice that nearly cracks, she replies, "My master, my name is Clothilde Swainsbrook. My sultan would call me Clotho."

Clothilde does not want this new master to see her cry, she needs to bring his mind to how much delight she can bring him, not how annoyingly emotional she is. The sultan never spent much time with the women in the harem who were forever having crying fits!

Bringing her knees underneath her, Clothilde begins to gently move her chest in her own rhythm, moving that unknown part of him with her breasts. She feels his body grow still in response, focusing only on her movements. Tentatively, she moves her bound hands over his white silk shirt, curling the hairs that have escaped around her fingers.

Adding a new movement to her rhythms, she pushes against him, then tries to catch the warmth of his growing interest between her breast and her costume. Then she moves to do the same with her other breast. The figure eight motions that she makes with her chest each bring her more tightly against his body, her mouth very near the drawstring of his pants.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

John "Pasha" Walker:

He watches his slave as she begins to move her very impressive, and he now knows, very firm breast works on his stiff manhood, his cock using miniscule movements unlikely to be noticed by any but him.

"Well Miss Swainsbrook, I'm sure that you know your former life is over and long behind you," he says quietly.
"Now you're mine and I will fully enjoy you, unlike your former owner if what he's told me about your chastity is true.
"You may continue what you're doing, but be warned if I release my passions before we are alone I will punish you most severely.
"You may tease me, keep me aroused for that's one of your duties, but obey what I've just told you. You've been warned slave and we'll be leaving soon.
"I don't think we'll keep that name. Until I've come up with a fitting name you'll answer to slave or my slave. Understood slave?"

 

[mgetzhoff]

Clothilde

Clothilde struggles again to understand the words of the language that she has not spoken in long years. The tone is quiet, but quite firm, "Well Miss Swainsbrook, I'm sure that you know your former life is over and long behind you," he says quietly.
"Now you're mine and I will fully enjoy you, unlike your former owner if what he's told me about your chastity is true.
"You may continue what you're doing, but be warned if I release my passions before we are alone I will punish you most severely.
"You may tease me, keep me aroused for that's one of your duties, but obey what I've just told you. You've been warned slave and we'll be leaving soon.
"I don't think we'll keep that name. Until I've come up with a fitting name you'll answer to slave or my slave. Understood slave?"

He will be a cruel master Clothilde thinks But can he be reasoned with? I can only try.

"My master," Clothilde speaks quietly, fighting for the correct words, "I await whatever name you choose for your humble slave with gratitude. But I am frightened for my lack of skill. I was never trained to please a man in any form but dance." Because the sultan did not wish to waste valuable training on a bad luck woman. Clothilde wisely chooses to keep that thought to herself and continues, "I do not know the signs of a man about to spend his seed, and I do not wish to disappoint my new master."

All through his commands and her reply, Clothilde has kept her rhythmic pulse against his body, taunting his warm interest in her. Her hands, though tied, have been caressing his chest and she now dares to send them higher to curve alongisde his neck.

Next to her new master, Achmed looks on with ribald good humor and calls out, "My father should have given her to a man sooner! She clearly needs to know a man and soon!"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

John "Pasha" Walker:

He laughs at Achmed's comment and replies, "Aye my dear friend and comrade in arms I do believe you're right.
"It seems this slave has passion's fire burning deep in her belly and loins that I shall soon feel burning on my flesh."

Looking to the Sultan, "Your Exhulated Majesty, may I be excused from your august presence to quench and drown the fire of passion that seems to be consuming my newest slave.
"Afterall Highness we wouldn't wish her to ignite and spoil the festivites by setting fire to this magnificent tent."

All the men within hearing burst into laughter and applaude or pound their table in appreciation of Walker's jest, the Sultan loudest of all. Although there's a look in his eyes as he looks at the kneeling slave displaying her passion for the first time as if he's wondering if he should have given her away before sampling the slave himself.

"Yes Pasha Walker you may leave. The loss of your slave, the rugs and tent would indeed spoil the festivities and we can't have that can we my friend and savior of my son.
"May Allah fill you with virility and stamina. May he grant you sufficient liquid to quench and douse her inner fire and heat my friend."

"My gratitude for your magnificent, and unnecessary, gift and I know the story of your largess will spread far and wide, most especially now that all can see how you've assured she is a most passionate and receptive, an eager slave as well as an incomparible dancer."

His hand grips the slave bound wrists and he rises to his feet drawing he with him. He salamms to the Sultan bows from the waist to Achmed then the gather in general.

He turns her to face one and all so they may have a final look at her barely clad magnificent and wonderous breasts whose hard and elongated pale tips now push out the sheer fabric containing but not covering at all.

He leads her to the door of the tent as all eyes follow and conversation begins again, then he stops. Once more he moves her in front of him and holds her in place by gripping her shoulder.

Walker says over the buzz of conversation to one and all, "May Allah, his name be praised, grant each and every one of you a houri, a slave of at least the quaility of this one and with the same passion burning within her.
"May their magnificent breast inflame and grant you succor as these," and he rips her filmsy top from her body and tosses it into the tent at the gathering as a token and reminder, "breasts will me.
"Allah Akbar!"

Walker scoops his semi-naked slave into his arms and laughing uproariously stride from the tent to cries of, "Pasha Walker, Ride the slave! Quench her fires and make her yours! Make her beg for your manhood before giving it to her!" and more equally lewd suggestions and lascivious comments about her lush breasts and body.

As he carries her to his stallion, "Continue to please me slave. Give me all of you without hesitation and you'll not want.
"However displease me, hesitate to obey my wishes, attempt to escape and I will punish you most harshly and in the case of an attempted escape you will scream until you can no longer scream and still the pain will continue.
"Does my slave understand all of that?
"Will my slave always remember those warnings, for they'll be the only ones you recieve?"

As she replies in her soft seductive voice they reach his stallion. He sets her feet on the sand and mounts then extends his hand saying, "You will ride astride me in front of me so I may feel your breasts as we ride my slave and you will feel what they and you have caused very clearly in a most intimate place on your body."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

John "Pasha" Walker:

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[mgetzhoff]

Clothilde

All considerations of her new Master's ability to be reasoned with are lost in the uproar of a tent full of loud , laughing men. Apparently Clothilde's atttempts at seduction were successful. This new master seems to want her and quickly. Hopefully what little she has learned about how to please a man will be enough to keep him from beating her or forcing her into menial labor.

Clothilde is brought to her feet as her master rises and manages her obeisance to her sultan before being brought to the tent's exit. She is wondering at the look on the sultan's face, he seemed to be regretting the loss of her, and apparently not just her educated advice on crop and grazing rotation.

Just as Clothilde is getting used to moving forward with his warm hand on her bare shoulder, her new master, who everyone refers to as "Walker" turns her to face this crowd of unruly men.

Walker says over the buzz of conversation to one and all, "May Allah, his name be praised, grant each and every one of you a houri, a slave of at least the quaility of this one and with the same passion burning within her.

As his words pierce the conversations, his hand tears her breast bands from her chest, leaving a sparkling pile of beads on the sand at her feet. Cool air from the tent doorway brings her nipples to life as the men loudly voice their appreciation. Clothilde suppresses a gasp, caught entirely off-guard. Apparently her seductions went too far, he is going to take her here in the tent!

Instead, he scoops her into his arms and begins striding towards the horse pickets. Apparently he is not going to take her now. Clothilde wishes that she understood more about the ways of man and woman. Her dance teachers explained the basic of the movements and their meanings, but seemed to have left out some important information.

For instance, Clothilde has never been carried in a man's arms before and she is surprised at how warm and safe she feels. After all, she does not know this "Pasha Walker" and his threats to her should frighten her. But it is good to settle into his arms, sheltered from the evening breezes.

He continues to speak to her, more threats, why does this not frighten her? Clothilde finds that she does not care, that she simply wants to be carried. She murmurs to her new master, "I will always obey my master, I will always strive to please my master." It seems to be enough.

Alas, they arrive at what must be his horse, Clothilde vaguely notes that he has the courage to ride a stallion, though she cannot make out the color. Then more instructions in a tone that is puzzling to her.

"You will ride astride me in front of me so I may feel your breasts as we ride my slave and you will feel what they and you have caused very clearly in a most intimate place on your body."

The tone that this "Pasha Walker" uses seems to indicate that he expects that she is to enjoy his attentions. She has not heard that pleasure is something that a slave is to find in the bed of her master. Perhaps she will find a way to pretend to pleasure.

Seeming to spring from the ground to the back of this stallion, he mounts and extends his hand to her. Clothilde puts aside thought of ways to pretend to pleasure and puts her small hand into the calloused hand of her new master.

Clothilde had been growing chilly out in the night winds and was pleased to settle herself in closely to the warmth of this Pasha Walker's body. He gives the horse office to move, then ties the reins before them, giving all instructions to his mount from his legs. His hands find their way to her shoulders, caressing her upper arms.

Clothilde leans back into his warmth and considers the protruberance pushing into her lower back. Her hands are tied in front of her, so she cannot please him except by shifting her hips. Catching the rhythm of the horse, she begins to move her buttocks against him, the catch of his breath in her ear letting her know that she has chosen well. Pasha Walker settles into the horse's motion and idly caresses her arm, though his attitude seems to be one of waiting.

The stallion's spine moves between Clothilde's legs, the motion augmented by her dance against her master, and warmth begins to spread inside her. Without volition, her hips press further into the motion of the horse. Pasha Walker laughs quietly in her ear and his hands cease their idle tracing of her arms. Her breasts are seized and fondled, fingers wandering across their tips. Then, the nipples are caught up between his fingers and squeezed, lightly.

Clothilde's gasp echoes against the rock faces they are passing and Pasha Walker's amusement is clearly heard in response. She cannot even breathe properly as her nipples are pressed, then released, and pressed again. Over and over, each time with more strength. She cannot keep her eyes open, the strength of the sensations too great to be borne.

Before Clothilde faints, her new master takes pity on her and releases her nipples. Merely massaging her breasts, he listens as her gasping breaths ease. Her hips have found a pulse of their own, continuing their own dance with his intimate places. His manhood seems larger now, and somehow more demanding.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

John "Pasha" Walker:

"And now my luscious new slave," he says as he commands the stallion to a walk, "let us try this in a new way. Let us see how you like riding facing me.
"I will lift you and you will curl your legs to your chest and hold them there until you're facing me slave.
"Then you will put them on either side of me so you're straddling me and the horse and we will continue our ride to my palace stronghold that way."

His actions quickly follow his words and he lifts her bodily from the saddle and horse. Her legs lift until her heels are against her firm bottom cheeks when she obeys him.

He turns her half way around, repositions his hands and lifts her again so she's now facing him with her breasts and their hard protruding tips in front of his face.

"Legs out on either side of me my slave," he commands softly and when she's spread and extended them Walker brings her to him so he may taste her nipples, feel the firmness of her breasts on his face.

Each in turn is sucked into his mouth as he looks up at her face and eyes as he nibbles on the spongy hardness, as he sucks and licks each of them in their turn.

Her actions, her reactions, her expression all tell him volumes about her, her sensitivity and passion.

He begins to slowly lower her down onto his lap by sliding her down his hard body until her most intimate area is pressed tight against the bulge of his engorged manhoood and her legs, consciously or otherwise, wrap around his waist and he can feel her strong dancer's legs cross behind him.

His lips leave her nipple with a slurrping sound and her breast drops back to move on her chest and now both move in time to the stallion's gait, as does her body as she rocks on his manhood.

His hands move to her rump to cup and knead the muscular cheeks of her bottom as he murmurs to her, "Put your arms around my neck slave and hold onto me."

Then he urges Nightwind to a faster pace. A pace that moves her nether region on his rampant manhood, constrained only by his breeches, that has her sliding up and down along his hardness as her breasts slide up and down on his chest and bounce in time to the stallion's gait.

"I will take you for your first time here little slave.
"Soon your body will have you begging me to fulfill you, to satisify your passions and needs.
"Then is when I will make you mine as a man takes and makes a woman his, as a virgin girl becomes a woman... by fucking you here on Nightwind as he moves us, and as you ride my cock until you scream out your passion and fulfillment to the stars and to me, your new Owner and Master, my slave."

 

[mgetzhoff]

Clothilde on a Stallion, Yummy!

Clothilde's breath has just barely quieted in her own ears when she hears her master's deep voice resonating against her ear.

I]"And now my luscious new slave, let us try this in a new way. Let us see how you like riding facing me.[/I]

The warmth of Walker's hands travels along the sides of her body and Clothilde is lifted and turned to face her master. He doesn't quite bring her all the way to his lap, but holds her up so that his mouth may enjoy the nipples that his hands have been so skillfully playing with. The intense feel of the tips of her breast being pulled into his mouth brings a moan from Clothilde. She tenses her body against this master of hers and slowly loses herself in the sensation of the moment. Her nipple is released suddenly and the cool air of the night brings the wet end of her breast to a pebbled hardness. Her other nipple is stolen by his searching mouth and pulled into him. His teeth gently tease the end while he suckles and more moans escape from Clothilde's throat.

From one to the other, his mouth taunts Clothilde's breasts and nipples and he seems to take great joy in seeing just how loudly he can make her cry out to the stars. With an expression of expectancy, Walker watches her face as he lowers her to his lap.

Clothilde has been too involved in the new sensations coming from her breasts to realize how sensitive the area between her legs has become, but as she feel the rampancy of the male against her most intimate lips, she nearly screams with feelings that she doesn't know or understand.

What Clothilde does know is that she wants to feel more, and that she is frightened by the strength of her wanting. Her body seems to know more than she does and it has wrapped her legs around her master and is pulling him tightly against her.

[Why, oh why?! she thinks, Did none of her teachers explain the feelings that she would find in this act! Why did no one explain that her body would make its own demands without her consent?

Her master instructs her to hold onto him and as she does, she feels his legs signal his stallion to a trot. Those intimate and senstive lips between her legs are treated to delicious friction against his erect manhood and again she cannot stop her moaning, though her fright is beginning to tighten her throat.

"I will take you for your first time here little slave.
"Soon your body will have you begging me to fulfill you, to satisify your passions and needs.
"Then is when I will make you mine as a man takes and makes a woman his, as a virgin girl becomes a woman... by fucking you here on Nightwind as he moves us, and as you ride my cock until you scream out your passion and fulfillment to the stars and to me, your new Owner and Master, my slave."


Clothilde tries to think, though all she really wants to do is press herself against her master with all her strength. Are the feelings that are possessing her passion? She thinks for a moment about the act that she has seen countless times among the animals that her teachers have explained to her, and feels wetness travels out from between her legs. How could she make water at a time like this? What will her master ever think of her to do such a thing? With terrified eyes, she looks at her master beseechingly.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

John "Pasha" Walker:

"Mmmmmm, it seems my new slave's lusts and passions are increasing even faster and more than I'd expected," he says as he smiles his white teeth flashing in the moon light in contrast to his tanned face.

"You may undo my breeches now slave and I'll lift you so you may spread them apart then lower you again onto what you've been riding that only the saturated gossamer fabic covers and it soon will be gone.
"Then you'll feel the true heat and passion, lust of flesh on flesh as you slide on me until you're begging for your needs to be fulfilled and crying you want it so badly my slave.
"Now do as I've instructed slave."

 

[mgetzhoff]

Clothilde squirms in embarassment and fear. It seems that she will have to confess. She edges backwards towards the horse's neck, its mane tickling the back of her legs. She looks down at her hands as they begin to undo her master's sash and mumrmers, "My master, I seem to have made water. Please forgive me! I am so ashamed! I did not try to, and I don't feel like I released myself against you, but my private parts seem so sticky and warm. Please don't beat me!"

Walker is silent for a moment as they wander through the moonlit landscape, then seems to be trying to keep himself from laughing. Encouraged, Clothilde releases the last fastenings on his breeches and stares at the milky white member that springs forth from its cloth prison.

 

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[PhoenixPrime01]

John "Pasha" Walker:

He struggled until he'd over come the urge to burst out laughting at her innocence and her not understanding her growing lusts were the cause of the wetness in her sex.

When she'd bared his hard and erect manhood to her eyes and stared at it as fascinated as a snake's prey by the sight of the snake.

"You're sex is wet slave because you're body is aroused, not because you've wet on me in the way you meant.
"I want you to be wet as you are now all of the time you're with me slave and being wet like that will let you enjoy what we'll be doing even more because it will be easier for me to enter you and for us to move when I am in you.
"Now slave I want you to reach down and rip open the bottom of your pantaloons so your sex is as bare as I am.
"When you've ripped it open you will hold the cloth out of the way as I lower you onto what you're looking at so intently slave.
Then you'll feel the hardness and heat as you sink onto me and you'll slide back and forth on me as Nightwind helps you.
"You'll continue to do it until you feel a hunger, a need deep in your slave's belly to have what you'll be sliding on inside and you beg me to let it be there, until you beg me to fuck you for your first time and make you a true woman.
"Rip it now slave.
"Hold it out of the way.
"Now."

 

[mgetzhoff]

A Wet Clothilde

Staring down at her Pasha's rampancy, Clothilde at first does not comprehend the meaning of his words. As his explanation for the wet, sticky feeling between her legs sinks in, a fleeting collection of remembered dreams passes across her mind, along with their effects on her. Then more of the import comes home, and she realizes that he is pleased with her and will not beat her! Clothilde hearly faints with joy.

The only part that does not make sense is that he wants her to beg him to make her a woman. Won't that happen once he has joined himself to her? What is the hunger that he is talking about?

Clothilde hesitantly touches the cloth between her legs. Its filmy feel is lost in the heavy wetness that had so distressed her but allows her to gain a firm grasp on the material. Ripping the fabric is more of a problem as it has been chosen and sewn specifically to not allow exactly what she has been ordered to do. Finally, by bracing herself against her master, pushing her breasts closely into his chest, she manages enough leverage to tear the cloth out from between her legs.

The suddeness of the release of the fabric catches Clothilde by surprise and she nearly pitches out of her master's lap. Pulling herself back from a tumble to the ground, she lands back against his manhood. The slippery wetness all around her sex seems to draw his tumescent self directly into her and Clothilde finds herself a woman before she realizes what is happening. The tearing pain in her is terrible and she screams in misery.

Wrapping her arms around her master's neck, she sobs as quietly as she can pushing herself into the comfort of her master's warm body.

"There, there, child," Walker speaks in a softer tone than he has yet used with her, "The quickness will have made that easier than you realize. Let Nightwind's motions make a massage of me, and soon better things will happen." His arms have wrapped around her and his hands trace soothing patterns across her back and shoulders.

Clothilde watches a thin cloud pass across the moon and concentrates on the warm feelings inside her. The pain passes quickly. The warmth inside her grows. She feels the need to move against the man inside her. She begins to wriggle. There is a subtle feel inside that is not quite an itch, but must be satisfied. She pulls herself up and down against her master, but it does not seem to do more than inflame her.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

John "Pasha" Walker:

He holds her and caresses her as he waits for her to acclimate to his intrusion and presence deep within her body, a place none have ever been before.

He kisses her neck as his hands roam up and down her bare back and on the firm roundness of her rump, even teasing and tickling the crease between her firm cheeks as he sooths her, "Shhhh, soon it will feel wonderful to you my slave. Soon you will learn why a woman wants and needs to have a man to satisify her and the needs and hunger you'll experience."

When she begins to move, with subtle wiggles and squirmings, then her body begins to match Nightwind's movements and her hips start to move a bit up his hardness and then back down to fill her again he says with a smile in his voice, "Ahhhh it begins. Aye lass move yourself like that at a pace that suits you.
"Now you are beginning to feel that hunger and itch inside of you aren't you?
"It will grow, it will increase until it overwhelms you my slave. Accept it, embrace it for it will be a part of you from now on. Now you're becoming a woman in fact and not just because of your age.
"Ride your master's cock as we ride Nightwind my luscious slave and at the same time slide your breasts on my chest to make them and their nipples feel more too and add to your pleasure."

 

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Clothilde closes her eyes as the sensations inside her begin to grow past the pain into something that she has never experienced. The abraded tissues deep within her grow warm and seeem to beg for motion. More motion. She feels the horse under her begin to trot and the bouncing sends little cries out past her lips. Inside, her master's manhood fills her and all she can think is that she wants more and more.

Clothilde presses her breasts into her mster's chest and the feel of his chest hair against her nipples adds to the depth of the riot of new feelings within her.

Some few rational thoughts do escape the waves of sensation.Is this why? Why those slaves do such forbidden things to be with the men they are forbidden? I never realized. And then the happy thought of, It is my Master who brings these feelings to me! Joy fills as she realizes that she can have this, this wonderful thing and it is not forbidden!

The warmth within her grows. The muscles deep within her belly, that have been so carefully trained to obey her every wish, suddenly spasm. Clothilde gasps at the intensity, and the complete lack of control over her body. Again, a spasm! And her cries begin to echo across the night. Her shock that her body is moving involuntarily is lost in the flood of rightness. More spasms! She leans into them and pushes herself against her master with each one. Her mind is nothing but sensation, lost to all but the need for more sensation.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

John "Pasha" Walker:

He grins into the night as he feels her love channel begin its spasms, those he's well familiar with as she's not the only slave or woman Walker's enjoyed in his life. His experiences tell him that she's beginning to feel the throes of passionate release of her animal sensual lusts as she's fucking him with Nightwind's unwitting assistance.

"Ayyye slave ride my cock. Fill and fuck your sweet, hot and wet slave's sex, your pussy and cunt with my cock as you ride me and rub and grind your passion pearl and hard, hard nipples on my chest.
"Revel in the sensations claiming and changing you from girl to woman, from dancing girl to your master's dancing girl and sexual slave.
"As your passions and lusts run riot through you and explode over and over sing out your song of fulfilled passion and lust. Scream it out for me, for all of the Gods to hear and enjoy my little sex slave," he says into her ear as he licks it between his words and his hands knead her dancer's firmly muscled ass while pulling her sex tightly against his body at the same time.

 

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Clothilde's breath comes in ragged gasps, but she screams still with each convulsion of her womanhood. The stars above her are witness to her claiming of herself as a woman.

Yes, she is a woman now. She understands what she has been made for.

As her body stills itself, she feels herself floating on a cloud of warm emotion. Is this love? Does she love her master? Does she dare ask? He has been so demanding and yet kind. She decides to risk herself.

"Master, these feelings. . . is this love?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

John "Pasha" Walker:

Walker has yet to release his own lusts into her body, but knows they're not from from his desert palace now so, unless her tightness and Nightwind's moving of her body on his causes it, he'll wait to do so until they are alone in his suite of rooms.

When his slave asks, "Master, these feelings. . . is this love?" he answers her while still kneading her bottom and as her legs wrap more tightly around him holding his hardness deep inside her body but limiting the movement ensuring he'll last until later.

"It is my slave, but of a physical nature. A physical love that you and I will delight in many times over the days, months and years to come my lovely slave bitch.
"You and I will delight ourselves in this and so many other ways, ways I'll teach you that I enjoy and know you will too.
"I have yet to gift you with my seed lovely slave, but soon I will do so and more than once before we sleep tonight too.
"Lay against me slave and rest. You'll be glad that you did later I assure you."

She does as he asks and can feel him still, hard, deep inside of her as she drifts into a light sleep.

About an hour later they top a dune and Walker sees the torches over the gate and around the outer walls of his palace stronghold.

Twenty minutes later he shouts up to the guards, "Open the gate Pasha Walker has returned to his home."

This wakens his slave and as she stirs once again she can feel him deep inside of her wet heat.

When she stirs and sighs against his chest, "Welcome back from your dreams my slave.
"Did you have any you recall?
"If so tell me of them as we wait for the gate to be unbarred and opened."

 

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Clothilde crawls to consciousness at her Master's shout, leaving a warm nest of dreams behind. During her nap, they had traveled into new territory, rocky and dramatic. Seemingly carved from the cliff behind it, a fortress keep extends from the wall of a small mountain. The commands that her master had issued are followed with gratifying promptness. Torches flare into life around the gate which begins its ponderous task of opening.

Her Master's mention of dreams brings memory to her. With memory come blushes and Clothilde buries her head into Pasha Walker's chest to hide her crimson cheeks and mumbles her embrassment to his tunic.

Her master seems amused with her, but then brings her face up to look at his. He explains that she is not to be ashamed of her dreams and thoughts of her master, but to speak them with pride.

Clothilde remembers her Master's earlier words about love and the act of loving and searches for words of her own to explain her dreams.

Her voice is shy and hesitant. "Master, I dreamed that we were . . . loving . . . each other again, but as I look down, I see that we have never actually stopped!" She laughs, pleased with herself to be so clever with words, but still nervous. "I dreamed of warmth all around us, as though we were in a bath together. And in the dream I was oiled and sliding so wonderfully against you as we loved. Then you caught me close to you and pulled me against you so hard and tight! Then you pushed us back to the wall of the bath and loved me there, too. The feelings of being trapped between you and the wall of the bath were so . . . reassuring and exciting all at once!"

Clothilde's cheeks are burning again, both at her lack of words to explain (or even understand) her feelings and dreams, and at the newness and strength of her feelings.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

John "Pasha" Walker:

"A very lovely and I suspect a very accurate dream my little slave as it is basicly what I had in mind with some variations as you are taught new lessons in how to give me pleasure, how to arouse me and how to fulfill my needs and lusts."

"My lovely slave the physical loving is also call fucking from the old English law against it when unmarried, or the charge of being arrested "For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge", a law that doesn't exist here.
"Here we will fuck often my pet, very very often indeed."

His heels tap Nightwind's flanks and the stallion walks forward into the castle stronghold. As the gates close behind them and are once again barred for the night he sends a guard to bring the commander of his forces to him.

Clothilde is lifted from his rampant and shining manhood. He slides back so she can sit on the saddle in front of him and says, "You may fasten my pants again for now my slave." And he chuckles as he sees her blush in the torchlight.

The commander approaches and salutes Pasha Walker, "You wished my present my Pasha?"

"Aye that I did Achmed," he says in Arabic. "Look upon this woman and rememeber her face well my friend.
"She was a gift to me from the Sultan.
"You will spread the word down through the ranks that if any touch her or cause her harm in anyway they will personally answer for it to me and their death will be a long and full of agony as possible.
"She is mine, all mine, and no one elses."

"Of course my Pasha and I will tell all I assure you.
"May I congradulate you on your good fortune in being gifted with such a wonderous female slave highness.
"May Allah grant she please you in any and every way my Pasha and long into the night too," he says grinning up at Walker.

"She has already begun that my friend," he laughs, "now begin to spread the word and back to your bed.
"You have to oversee the training in the morning as I doubt I'll be there or out of my quarters very much on the morrow," he chuckles as his hand cups and squeezes the ass visible through the sheer pantaloons in the torch light.

"It will be as you command Pasha and may Allah grant you unfailing viility Pasha Walker," he says as he saluted, turns and walks off.

Clothilde is lifted and he lowers her to stand beside Nightwind adn dismounts. His arm goes behind her to cup and knead her bottom as it's used to direct her into the main building of the stronghold and up to his sumptious and palatial quarters.

Once in his rooms and the door's closed behind them Walker goes and sits on one of the couches and says, "Now my lovely slave dance for me to music in your head and as you dance reveal your body to me.
"Undress yourself slowly and eroticly and play with your body as you do my slave.
"When you're naked come and undress your master as you rub your breasts on me and kiss and lick me at the same time."