prisoner of desire

This novel was once posted by a user, Micki, in Yuan Yuan, but only a small part of it was posted. So I’m going to re-scan it.

The tall, blonde-haired slave was more handsome and upright than all she could remember. His light mane of hair was flowing and he wore a sleeveless, tight-fitting leather jacket over it. A depraved thought sprang up in her: in this ornate mansion of the wealthy Algiers, lemon trees projected in the slanting sunlight on the colorful floor tiles, and a myriad of exotic flowers blossomed with exotic fragrances. Rita and Claudine, from a French convent, accept the invitation of Cassim, the powerful and handsome owner of the mansion, to live in his palace of pleasure, but of course the owner demands something in return: they must submit completely to his world of painful but sweet lust!

Chapter 1

In the darkness Marita held on to Claudine. The deck beneath her feet was a little slippery and rocking – this Spanish freighter was now their savior.

The ship was sailing from Nantes in the direction of her home town, and their doom began when they ran into a big storm in the Bay of Biscoe. Watching it sink bit by bit, by now Marita was exhausted, cold and tired. The storm was continuing. The little boat that had saved her life seemed so small and worn out in the midst of the waves that were crashing over her. There was nothing Marietta could do, she couldn’t stop shivering, and she could barely stand up.

“Where’s Sister Anna?” Claudine said. “I can’t find where she is.”

Marietta shuddered warily, trying to recall the nun’s disappearance little by little. “It’s terrible that she’s not there, I think she’s sunk! Now it’s just the two of us left to each other. Come on. Row harder and find a shelter.”

So they sailed forward with all their might, and such a boat trip was a dangerous and highly charged affair that neither of them dared or could be distracted from their attention to the other travelers. At that moment Marietta felt a strong hand grasp her arm, and at the same time a low, strong voice entered her eardrums distinctly amidst the roar of the wind and waves.

“Follow me. You may have use for my boat. This stand is already crammed with too many people and baggage, and sooner or later it’s going to get crowded.”

She stammered out her thanks. And Claudine could scarcely speak already; her face was white as paper, her lips frozen purple. Marietta was almost leaning on the stranger’s arm, half-dragged and half-drawn by him as he led her off the deck and down a long corridor.

“Better change out of your wet clothes before you catch a cold.” He said, throwing Marita two large towels.

“There are clothes in that suitcase, find yourselves something to wear, I still have to go and the people on the ship still need me. Feel free to do whatever you need.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you. May I know your name?” Marita began.

But he was gone, and the door slammed shut.

She easily removed her wet skirt, corset and petticoat, rubbing her arms and legs vigorously until they were red. Claudine was busy organizing herself, too. Then they sat side by side on the narrow bed. The loss of Sister Anna’s companionship was sudden, and Marietta prayed silently for her for a while, but could not help the relief and ease in her heart.

“I’m so glad she’s gone. That cold-blooded creature!” Claudine spoke suddenly.

Marita looked at her friend with some consternation. Suddenly she laughed in both directions. It was so funny, Sister Anna was a harsh, humorless spinster. Marita thought back to all the times that Sister Anna had abused her, to the time when the nun had asked her to slap herself – things that had always been buried in her heart and that no one knew about, including Claudine.

Claudine certainly had her reasons for hating Sister Anna.

“Got any brandy?” Claudine asked with her teeth chattering a little. She sat wrapped in a towel, her long red hair messily cascading down her bare, smooth shoulders.

Marita searched around. The cabin was large and expansive. Charcoal burned in the fireplace and the whole room was warm. On the ceiling was an oil lamp, swinging and swinging, giving off a reddish glow that was reflected in the wood paneling beside it. There was no brandy. She found a can of coffee.

“Our savior certainly doesn’t drink.” She said, “But he must be an educated man. And rich, of course.” She scooped coffee out of a pitcher, put it in a small, hand-carryable pot, added water, and set it on the stove. “On the table is fresh fruit, and that bowl is gold! And look at these silk embroidered bedspreads!”

Claudine knelt down and opened the suitcase. “He speaks so well, and his magnetic voice is so charming. Do you suppose he’s a merchant? Maybe he’s the owner of this ship. As for his wealth, it goes without saying. What do you think?”

She bent down and picked up a pile of clothes, all of which looked very ornate and exotic in a way that said nothing. Batiks, silks, velvets, yarns, brocade wrought, all sorts of textures dazzled her, and she smiled unexpectedly, unable to stop herself from exclaiming as she always did when she saw something beautiful and ornate, and Marietta remembered that the two of them had seldom been this happy in six years.

Marita opened her mouth to laugh. “What kind of clothes are these? It’s like a theater costume.”

“What does that have to do with anything? He said we could feel free to take what we each need. Now we need dry clothes.”

Claudine tugged out a corseted silk broadcloth, pale yellow. Another pulled out a dark yellow dress, an embroidered, jeweled belt. She lowered her eyelids, her bare back to the wall. She loosened the towel and quickly pulled on the broad shirt.

Marita felt that she was trying to hide something, and that needn’t be the case. As a friend for many years, Crotin’s wonderful body was something she had grown up seeing, and the honesty of the two of them when they were alone had become an unspoken agreement. Was it also destined to be limited and forbidden by the damned puritanical rules of the convent?

Claudine lowered her head again to concentrate on her search. “Let me pick out a set for you, and, lo, how about this one? Look at the fine velvet! What a generous collar! Ay, and so many jewels on it-it’s unparalleled; you must put it on, I can’t wait. It’s just the right color for your light gray hair, it was made for you!”

Her excitement infected Marita. Marita laughed at her childishness as she got dressed. It felt a little weird since she wasn’t wearing a petticoat or corset. Ayala was cool but comfortable against her skin. There was a mirror in the cabin, so the two young women, mesmerized by their beautiful silhouettes, admired their torsos, hidden in the thin silk, in ecstasy. They giggled and twirled, watching their skirts undulate and flutter like fairy-tale fairies ready to take flight. If the sisters in the convent had seen this, they would have been furious.

The smell of coffee filled the cabin. Before they could gather themselves and sit down to drink their coffee, their benefactor returned. In the earlier rush, Marita hadn’t scrutinized him closely, but this time she could see him clearly, a tall man with light skin and a firm, angular face.

He smiled slightly. “I can see you guys have recovered. Good, you guys made coffee, I’d like some if that’s okay. Right now I hate needing calories.”

“Please. Is Mr. ……?” Marita asked.

“You can call me Kasim. What about you guys?”

“Marietta. De. Nervo. This is my closest friend, Claudine Dupont. Dupont.”

“Oh, so you’re French.” He said in a moment of realization.

“In a sense.” She said, with a caressing smile. “We don’t know how to thank you enough, Mr. Kasim. This cabin is very comfortable. I hope you don’t mind these clothes we borrowed from your trunk.”

He gave a wave of his hand. “I was hoping for that. I want you to take it. They were meant as gifts for the family. But the color may have been picked out for you all, and you are such beautiful standouts in it. You all have a very special glow. Claudine has golden skin and red glowing hair, and you, with such pale skin, silver hair, and blue eyes, it’s a beauty that would take the breath away from any painter, or even any connoisseur of art ……” He waved his hand and smiled very sincerely. “Now, I insist, please take these things. Who else but you would be more worthy of it?”

“Thank you, sir. We lost most of our clothing, and you’ve been so kind.” Claudine smiled charmingly, revealing two dimples.

Kasim took a sip of his coffee. “I’m happy to serve beautiful ladies, especially young girls in distress. Oh dear, I must go again. I’m sure you guys think I’m reckless, don’t you?”

The corners of his mouth quirked up in a faint smile, but there was something blazing in his black eyes as he watched Marita’s blue ones. Marita felt a shiver of excitement well up from the bottom of her heart. He really was humanly attractive.

“Not reckless, but a little – overly frank, isn’t it?” She said.

He laughed out loud. “Yes, I do, often.”

A look of idleness, but not of laxity, appeared on his face. He had a broad forehead on which keenness and intelligence were clearly written. This man, Marietta suddenly realized, was a very dangerous man. This immediately gave her a feeling of uneasiness.

“We are still in dire straits, sir.” Claudine said perkily, interrupting her thoughts.

“No? You have to admit that you lost your companions in the storm and are now isolated, don’t you?”

“Is it-” “Then I insist, allow me to take custody of you. I have a large house in Argil, near the harbor where the ship is about to arrive. I would be honored if you would be my guests. If you fear that your friends and relatives will be worried, I will send word to them.”

Marita looks at Claudine. Her hand is over her mouth. Her eyes are wide and she nods softly.

Marita immediately agreed with joy. Of course she knew it was wrong, and if they had known, they would never have agreed. But who would know? There was no more Sister Anna, and what place was there to stay until the rescue ship came to take them home? It would be better to stay with Kasim than to stay at a random inn in an unknown town.

“Thank you, sir.” Marita said. It was a statement from the bottom of both their hearts. “We would be happy to accept such a kind invitation from you.”

Kasim finished his coffee and raised his eyes. “So, you’re going to Martinique? Is your family there?”

Marietta nodded, remembering the great white house located in Portoloye. “My father had a sugar plantation. We were educated at the convent in Nantes, and when we graduated we went home.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of that place,” said Kasim, “It’s a school for ladies, isn’t it? They say there are strict rules there?”

Marietta flushed a little. Surely he could not have imagined what kind of “severity” that was.

“After a life and death struggle like that and a little bit of food, I think it’s time for you to relax and unwind. Please let me be at your service. With me, everything will be organized.”

A dimpled smile spread across Claudine’s face. “That sounds so wonderful! That’s what I’m particularly longing for, walking around a room surrounded by stone walls in casual blue civilian clothes, eating something simple and delicious. Oh, and the mere mention of the word ‘relaxing’ already has me salivating.”

Kasim smiled broadly. “It won’t be long before we reach Argil. I will show you around the rooms that are filled with fragrant scents. You will be sipping fruit juice sherbet and looking at beautiful fountains with the aromas of jasmine and political gems surrounding you. Ah, my dear girls, that is exactly what I am so happy to offer you.” Such a promise, such a low, smooth, velvety voice, and Marietta felt a sweet warmth run down her back. Claudine glanced at her obliquely and let out a loud laugh from her throat. They both longed to be in Argyll, dimly feeling that life might just change forever.

Kasim stood up, picked up his hat, and walked toward the door. “Forgive me, the ordeal you have been through has been exhausting enough, I should have let you rest earlier.”

Marita did not feel tired. On the contrary, she felt very excited. She had never met anyone so charismatic; in some ways, he was even superhuman. He seemed to radiate a magnetic energy. The end of the conversation had left her a little frustrated, Kasim was so attractive. He had thick and curly by about black hair. His black clothes hid his physique, but from the way he walked, albeit with a slight lean, he was clearly muscular.

She felt something boiling in her blood. During her long time in the convent, she had rarely seen a man. Now fate had brought Kasim to her. What a fine man this was! Claudine saw him in the same way, and a feeling so strong rose up in her heart that her silken tunic could not hide the ebb and flow of this emotional fluctuation.

“I will see to it that you are not disturbed,” said Kasim. “I wish you good night, and to-morrow morning, if you will permit me, shall we dine together? It would give me great pleasure.”

He cracked a friendly smile. Marita was deeply impressed, but she couldn’t quite trust him yet. How she wished she knew a little more about men. Kasim was attentive and articulate, and that was also dangerous, although that made him all the more irresistibly attractive. It’s a little complicated to ask a girl buried in a convent to cope with it all, and by the looks of it, Kasim is winning all the way.

“But …… but where are you staying tonight?” Marita asked.

He whipped his head around and smiled at her. “Don’t worry about me, Miss Marietta, I’m staying in the servant’s room next door. But I’m touched that you thought of that. Thank you for your concern.”

His dark, dark eyes gazed at her, and Mary felt drained. There was something inscrutable in the depths of his eyes.

So Kasim turned around and walked out.

Claudine chattered on and on about Kasim.

“He was so attractive, so cultured. I’ve never met anyone like him, polite and thorough, a complete gentleman. Where do you suppose he’s from? A Spaniard? No, his name – Qasim – sounds Arab. Maybe Turkish. Do you think he likes me? He says I’m petite and delicate. Many men don’t usually care for red hair and freckles. He likes you too, more than he does me, but I don’t think you have any shortage of admirers ……”

Talking and talking and talking endlessly. Marita nodded frequently, and when she got tired of talking and stopped to catch her breath, Marita added a sentence or two. She smiled from the bottom of her heart. Her friend hadn’t been this animated in a long time, and she was, frankly, a little flustered by the compliments.

Claudine yawned. “This bed is wide enough for both of us.”

“It’s much more comfortable than that little narrow bed in the dormitory,” said Marietta, “I hated the nights there, that cold, lifeless room. The blankets were so narrow and small, cobbled together from nowhere. I also hated having to lie in bed in a regular way, even in the coldest weather, and having to put my arms outside the covers.”

“Just to keep us from stroking our own sinful bodies!” Claudine snorted, “What abominable hypocrisy!”

Marita paused for a moment, a flicker of skepticism flashing through her mind. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, it’s like this. Now that we’re all home, there’s no need to hide. We all know what Sister Anna is.”

Marita looked up quickly. “Claudine!”

Her eyes widened as Crotin removed her tunic and turned around to show her her bare spine. She now knew what Crotin had been covering up earlier. Around her buttocks were horizontal red streaks that stood out to the eye. On Crottyn’s golden skin were whip marks that were a mile long.

She couldn’t speak anymore, “You too–? But when was this? These look like they’re freshly struck.”

“Two days ago. You think I was on deck when Sister Anna asked me to come to her cabin. She said I must purify my soul. She said I was a restless fellow, and that she would beat sin out of me, as she used to do in the convent. I was terrified. She was too harsh, too rigid. She made me lie between her knees and covered my face under her moldy robe, muffling my voice when I moaned. At first I squirmed and cried out with each blow so unbearable, but later …… my skin began to itch and my flesh seemed to shake involuntarily, as if enjoying the abuse.”

Claudine stopped for a moment. Her cheeks reddened a little, “I think Sister Anna knew exactly how I felt because she did more than beat me. When she rested her hand from hitting and I was sobbing on the side, she …… she shoved the whip between my legs and rubbed it then poked her cold, hard fingers into me. It was too much for me to bear. My body began to writhe, my cheeks flushed, my buttocks were hot and red, and my heart was racing. In a soft, shrill voice she called me cheap, that I was soft and tender like a whore. But I actually liked her teasing, and the more she teased, the better I felt. My sucking increased in urgency, reveling in a joy I had never experienced before. Finally, she let me suck her fingers clean and walked out without a word, leaving me lying on the floor whimpering. Oh, Marita, now she’s dead. I …… I don’t know how to describe what I feel ……”

Claudine’s light brown eyes overflowed with tears. If she had just braced herself to recount it all, now she was completely broken, her lips trembling. Marita took her by the arm and brushed her hair. A crystalline teardrop slid across Claudine’s cheek.

“Stop it, there’s nothing to blame yourself for, we should have talked about all this earlier. Just how many people did she abuse? I thought it was just to me like that. I was afraid to speak up and let her come up with new tricks to torture find over and over again.”

“Did she hit you?”

“No, she humiliated me in other ways. Oh, you should be cold without your clothes on, how about we go to bed, huddle up and get warm and I’ll tell you.”

Claudine climbed into bed. Marita undressed and got next to her, taking her arm. Crotin’s warm, soft breasts pressed against Marietta, who was shorter than Marietta, her head resting on Marietta’s chin. Marita exhaled and brushed Crotin’s hair gently.

“This feels so good.” Claudine murmured. “I’m reminded of when I was a kid, when I’d have nightmares and live in your bed and run.”

Marita smiled brightly and felt much more settled and secure inside. Frankly, it was pleasurable to have Crotin’s resilient body next to hers. It was a sensation beyond words, but at the same time, she remembered Sister Anna’s withered body, her ancient horse face, the unpleasant odor that seeped from her skin, and those cold, brown hands.

“What has she done to you?” Claudine asked in a low voice, almost reading her mind. “Tell me. Exhale all the ugly memories; forget them ever after, then they can never hurt us again.”

Marita’s mouth went dry and her face flushed scarlet with shame. She wasn’t supposed to speak …… but maybe this was the time for her to cast out her inner demons. She forced herself to speak.

“That was not long after we arrived at the convent. I don’t think she liked me because she could pick faults in everything I did, picking on me and punching me. She used to save me for last and ask me blow-by-blow questions like, Is the whole body washed? She made me open my mouth and scrutinize my teeth to see if they were clean, dragged me by my earlobes to check if my ears were clean, and sometimes she lifted up my skirt to see if there were any stains on my shirt. Once she asked me to undo my braid. She tugged desperately, causing a pain in my head. Slowly I realized she was jealous of my youth.”

“And your beauty. It’s a wonder she’s not jealous. She’s flat-chested and no one will look at her favorably. I’m afraid the old bitch would love to swallow you in one bite?”

Marietta s face reddened even more, “She …… she almost did, she made me clean my room, which was the thing I was most afraid of, but I didn t dare to resist. The worst was scrubbing the floor; I had to crouch down and scrub it little by little, while Sister Anna watched. She made me pull up my shirt and skirt, to the waist, and tie it so that my ass was bare and in full view. She said this was to keep the wet floor from soiling my clothes. I had to kneel and wipe back and forth repeatedly while her eyes followed my ass and saw inside. I was so aggravated I was on the verge of tears.”

“But she never laid a whip on you? That is something that amazes me. You must have been quite a mess. Is that all?”

“Just the beginning. She did everything she could to humiliate me. Then one day she seemed out of sorts, with a terrible gleam in her eye. I realized something was about to happen, finished scrubbing the floor as usual, and got up ready to go. My face was turning scarlet with shame. I hastily lowered my skirt to cover my body, but Sister Anna would not let me go. Her eyes glared hotly at the small of my back and downward, and I felt more and more embarrassed and quickly covered my body with my hands, but I didn’t dare to leave, when she told me not to drop my skirt and to walk over to the wooden bench where she was sitting. I hesitated and did not move. She became angry and threatened that she had harsher ways of punishing me if I didn’t obey. Then she said that I didn’t look very fresh and that I hadn’t washed myself. I pleaded that I was clean and that I had showered only an hour before I went to work. She hated Ben’s disbelief and said my hair was a mess and told me to undo it and drape it over my shoulders.”

Marita paused, took a long breath, and continued, “Her fingers ran through my hair, combing it almost tugging. I felt the bench underneath me cold and hard, and it was only then that I remembered to quickly close my legs together to cover certain exposed parts of my body. My legs were trembling. But as soon as I moved, she immediately hit my legs. After a while she made me lie down on the wooden bench and said she wanted to examine me properly. Claudine …… I simply couldn’t go on.”

Claudine’s soft fingers slid over Marita’s back. Her legs encircled one of Marita’s, mooching gently. Marietta felt something wet slide over her, and her body tingled a little.

Her friend said in a very soft and distant voice, “Go on. I want to know all.”

“I was lying on that narrow bench. The skirt was still tied around my waist, and my legs were together so tightly that they were a little raw. Sister Anna pulled them apart stiffly, sliding her fingers up my toes, my ankles, my calves, dry and cold. She examined my knees, judging the smoothness of my skin as she did so. Then she stopped at my thighs and rubbed them so hard that I was on the verge of tears from the pain. Instinctive reaction made my legs tighten and she slapped me. ‘Don’t move,’ she said threateningly, pulling my legs apart again. I was horrified as hell, there was an eerie look on her face and there was actually a hint of red in her pale cheeks. I lay motionless while her eyes darted between my thighs. ‘Spread your legs and place them on either side of the stool,’ she ordered. ‘Don’t resist or you’ll get a taste of the whip. I want to see the ugliest part of your body.”

Claudine’s breathing quickened. Marietta felt her slowly move over, slowly rubbing herself, her body hot. Claudine’s lips gently pressed close to Marita’s cheek in a Jingle Dot kiss.

“I can’t help it,” she whispered. “To think of that stunningly beautiful body of yours, displayed there like that, unreservedly, polished, resilient, seductive. I’m on the verge of being aroused. Go on, make it quick, it’ll help me get rid of those painful memories, you don’t mind, do you?”

Marita didn’t care, in fact she was teased by Crotin’s undulating movements, her nipples grew small and hard and her body tingled with heat as she concentrated and continued her story.

“You can imagine how embarrassed I was. The room was cold, and I was awake to feel a chill coming from the stool. My ass was pressed against the stool so she could see what she wanted to see, and I had never been in such a humiliating position before, and the blood ‘brushed’ my face, red hot. That should be enough, shouldn’t it? She told me to get up and I was relieved, thinking it was finally over. Who knows she wasn’t satisfied yet, and actually bent down to get close enough to look. I closed my eyes, let God do what he wants. I was afraid to look at her eyes like a wolf, flashing greedily like she had found some prey. She put her hand between my legs and groped and squeezed so hard that I died hard.”

“Then I felt her fingers run the lips of my pussy and press down so hard that the inside part stuck out. Tears slowly seeped from my tightly closed eyes, and I hated her for what she had done, but I couldn’t deny that at that moment, I had a warm, comforting feeling in my belly.”

“Ah, that’s right, it’s obviously unclean!” Sister Anna said suddenly, her voice a little strange. “I’ll show you how to do it.”

“I had the urge to flinch. I didn’t dare open my eyes, when suddenly something warm and wet was wriggling around in my lower body, and I was so shocked and suspicious that it took me a while to realize that it was Sister Anna’s tongue! I opened my eyes to see her head bobbing around underneath me, busy ‘cleaning’ my bottom! She licked her labia, then her thighs and belly. I felt swollen and sore and moaned as I lifted my ass and wiped it on her dry lips. She laughed maniacally and called me a slut, but didn’t seem to make an annoyance of it. She spanked me from time to time, not the real kind, but just to increase my pleasure. Then her tongue went deeper and I felt her fingers tighten their grip on my ass.”

“Her two dry, withered fingers hurt me, and with a spasm, I kept my legs, bent at the waist, and pushed my belly out of her mouth. Sister Anna breathed heavily and slowly let go, shaking, as she stood up.”

“There, that’s cleaned up this time.” She said, “Drop your skirt and get out.”

“My legs wobbled and I fled the room. I was embarrassed by the pleasure I had just experienced. But later – I have to admit – I even craved this behavior from her. That – that was the first of many similar experiences.”

“Oh, Marita,” Crotin moaned, wrapping her arms around her waist and gripping her hips as her pussy rubbed harder and harder against Marita’s thighs. “I’m practically in the moment, kiss me, oh, kiss my lips, please.”

Marita pressed her lips close to Claudine’s and gave her a long kiss. Their tongues entwined for the first time and it felt wonderful. Simply marvelous. Crotin let go suddenly with a gasp, and Marita felt her blood burn. They were both immersed in a great joy.

Slowly Crotin quieted down. Her fingers gently patted Marita’s back as she slowly lay down. Marita held her a little tighter. She was exhausted. All the fears and worries, all the mixed feelings, what Sister Anna had done, seemed to be gone. She was glad that Claudine found pleasure in her narrative.

Claudine is a young, vibrant beauty, and the pleasure she gets directly from sex soothes her wounds away. Marita also felt soothed. Now it was time to go to bed.

Tomorrow …… has Kasim tomorrow.

Marita woke up in the middle of the night.

Kasim appeared in her dreams and could not be driven away in any way. It seemed as if she had known him for a long time, or someone extremely like him. He was the very same man who had appeared in her dreams several times, dark-skinned and handsome, bringing her courage and solace to her soul during the slow, long nights of loneliness and misery.

She imagined him coming to her in the dark, the angular face vivid and welcoming in the moonlight. Shadows cast over the eye sockets of his skull. It was hard to see the color, but you could tell his sensual lips looked like he’d just been kissed. He reached over with one hand and lifted her dress, and the soft satin immediately and silently slipped away, revealing her white shoulders as his cool fingers brushed over her torso …….

She pulled back her thoughts. It felt like the two of them were so close, like their hearts were in the same place. Did he like her, the way she liked him? Definitely not. He was a man who was careful with his feelings. Still, she couldn’t help but think that he was the brightest and most colorful part of her thoughts.

It was dangerous, but it was a danger rich in temptation. This danger made her heart thump in the chambers. She had not yet regained her composure, and her mood was tumultuous. Next to her, Claudine slept sweetly and calmly, her face serene and placid, all overwhelm gone.

She must compose herself. Born into a fine French family with a good upbringing, she had been spoiled and a bit willful, but had always been calm. She had always prided herself on her composure. She had been so, even in those days when she had been so deeply tormented by Sister Anna in the convent, that as long as it was daytime, Sister Anna had been obliged to be more restrained, and she had not been afraid. How powerful was this man that he had come to disturb her peace of mind?

She wrapped her arms around Claudine and placed her hand on her warm back. Crotin’s soft hips rested against her thighs. She was completely relaxed.

The way she feels about Kasim – an aggressive man – shows how ignorant she is about men.

She meanwhile decided to become experienced as soon as possible.

Despite her mind turning over, she finally drifted off to a deep, dreamless night’s sleep.

Kasim kept them in his room for the rest of the trip. They ate meals together and talked about so many things.

He was extremely charming, and appeared interested in the contents of their conversations, of which they had been ignorant, and which he always managed to avoid promptly and skillfully when the subject turned to him personally. At first Marietta did not realize it, but in time she began to notice his excuses, his sneering smiles when he was silent, and sometimes a caught smile at him, suggesting that he had spoken out of turn. He had said that he had always been open about his own shortcomings and seemed proud of it. Was this his way of protecting his secrets, of avoiding questions that he could not truthfully answer?

But even that became part of his charm. His mysterious background added a certain elegance. All she could tell was that he’d traveled a lot, was rich, and had a big house in Argyle.

Kasim’s servants cook, clean, and serve them all. A dark-skinned, handsome man named Hammett seemed to be a close friend of Kasim’s. They were often together as well, and Marita guessed they were talking about business matters, or that Kasim had some orders for the servants.

Marietta was alone in her cabin one morning when Claudine went on deck. Marietta was trying out a hairstyle that was the most popular style in Paris. She blew her hair into small curls and coiled it in a circle.

Kasim came in without a word. She saw it in the mirror and turned abruptly.

He laughed out loud. “I beg your pardon. I didn’t mean to try to scare you. I thought there was no one here. But I’m glad to see you, beautiful lady.”

Before she had a chance to speak, he was already reaching for her hair. He looked admiringly at the little fluffy cap on it, his fingers already touching her scalp. She felt his hand slide down her scalp to her neck with extreme gentleness.

“Your hair is such a light color, like a strand of twisted candy.” He said, wrapping a strand of hair around his long fingers. “I’ve never seen hair like that before.”

His other hand moved to where her sleeve was and slowly brushed over her corset. Marita held her breath. With his fingertips he gently undid the zipper and removed the fine, delicate corset of the print, his fingers sliding over Marita’s bare skin and caressing her neck in a circular motion.

“What great skin, fat as jade.”

His touch was extremely gentle, but Marita couldn’t help but shiver. His fingertips were warm and her pulse quickened. Kasim let a loud laugh escape from his throat. Their eyes met in the mirror and Marita shuddered, then ducked her head. Her cheeks flew red and her lips trembled a little.

“You are a budding flower, Marita. Do you know where your allure comes from? Innocence. How difficult it is for a man to resist that, and I conference you know how much pleasure a body of flesh and blood may enjoy. But …… I will wait. Wait until you tell yourself to me that the time is right.”

She stared at him, but there was a blankness before her eyes, a blue, blue, blue water in her eyes. She didn’t know how to answer him. She could not speak. His words were too shocking. She should have cried out for help and rebuked him for his behavior, but all she could do was bite her lip, her fingers unconsciously stroking and stroking on her dress.

Kasim smiled slightly, lazily but meaningfully. His gaze swept over her face, guessing her reaction. Then he kissed her curls and reclined in his chair.

Marita sighed with relief, but had an empty feeling and couldn’t move for a moment. Her skin had been hot earlier, now it was a little cold. She tried to calm her sharp gasps and thought about how she shouldn’t have worn her clothes so tight.

Marita regained her composure and there was an embarrassing silence in the cabin. She picked up her comb and began to neatly bury her somewhat disheveled hair, but her hands were shaking so badly that Kasim must have noticed. She put the comb down and stuck one of those little flowers made of silk into a curl of her hair.

Kasim said with a dreamy tone, “You look more charming in your own clothes; Hammett has organized them as good as new. Still, I would like you to wear those dresses in the chest, and it is not too much to ask a beauty like you to wear any jewelry, an emerald Loc, a sapphire, or a gold necklace. Ah, you are incomparable Miss Marietta. What a feast for my eyes to have you as my guest.”

The man with the aggression was gone. In his place was this courteous gentleman, and she even wondered if what he had said earlier had been a nightmare.

“Thank …… you,” she said with some difficulty, uncertain how to answer him. His transformation was so quick that it left her a little confused.

He was about to say something else when a shout rang out.

“Land! We see land!”

Kasim hurried toward the deck, glancing at Marita. “Come on! Marita, I want to share this wonderful moment with you. You’ll see the Barbary Ocean, that’s where I’m from.”

She grabbed her hat and tied a knot in her chin as she followed Kasim up onto the deck, her legs a little weak, those squares Kasim had touched seemed to still be warm, and she clenched her fists. A strange feeling roiled from the bottom of her heart. Warmth and excitement. Anticipation? It was. But whether it was because she was about to see the coastline or because she was going to Kasim’s house, she couldn’t say.

Claudine leaned against the railing. There was a hill in the distance, tucked between a forest of high-rise buildings. Silk cypress trees were everywhere, shining like dark green candles. There were also many streaked red spires. The whole coast glistened in the sun, like a necklace of turquoise; sparkling with a mesmerizing light.

“It’s so beautiful,” whispered Marita.

“Wait until you see my home before you jump to conclusions,” Kasim said, looking her straight in the eye. “You’ll be more than pleasantly surprised there. Of course, all my jewelry will pale in comparison whenever you’re around, but I think you’ll like it there.”

Claudine glanced at Marita excitedly. Any words would be superfluous at this point. The crowd had surged on deck, looking out over the shore with great delight. Kasim suddenly turned his back to the sea, and an imperceptible shadow passed over his face – some annoyance, it seemed – but it disappeared in a moment.

“I hope you take my advice. Algiers is a dangerous place for unveiled girls. Only prostitutes don’t wear veils here – of course they do, and they don’t wear many clothes. I promise you’ll be safe with me, but if you go out in this, you’ll attract a lot of attention, and they’ll stare at you and make you uncomfortable. So, I suggest that you wear these ethnic clothes that are wrapped tightly all over your body.”

Claudine smiled sweetly, “Really sir, is that necessary? Ha, you always like to compliment us like that, saying we’re special, maybe you’d like to lock us up for your enjoyment alone?” “Oh dear! We’re free young women, not caged birds!”

They looked at each other and laughed.

“Claudine often ventures into foolishness,” said Marietta lovingly, “and I want to do just that yet. I don’t want to be a target. What about Claudine?”

“Of course I obeyed. I was just kidding, where are the clothes?” Claudine grinned at Kasim.

Kasim smiled back, but there was a contented gleam in his eyes. Marietta felt that there was another reason for his delight; he seemed so distracted and anxious to get off the ship.

Once again she felt a certain fear deep within her. The conversation in the cabin just now came back to her. This man was amorous and rich, and he could have what he wanted. Was it right for them to go with him or not? Alas, it was too late to refuse.

Kasim might be a cold – or even cruel – fellow, she could almost conclude that, on a hunch.

He smiled, warmth spreading across his angular face. Aha, he was a man of fun. He was like a forbidden fruit, full of sinful temptation.

No one can refuse his invitation.

Marita’s stomach spasmed a little.

Everything about this man is forgivable.

Chapter II

Marietta and Claudine were packing up their things to get off the boat. Kasim stood outside the door listening to their rattling.

He was holding a large pile of clothing, black robes, shawls, veils, and gloves. In a few moments he was going to walk into the cabin and present the pile to them, but he would have to wait a while first.

He was longing for that moment. It was marvelous that in a few moments he would be disembarking from the ship with these two fascinating guests; and going back to his home together. His mind was filled with all sorts of beautiful reveries of the many wonderful things they would do together.

Let’s start with Claudine. She is a very easy girl to conquer, and there will be no difficulty in dealing with her. She’s prone to pleasure, and she’s lively and sweet. You can’t go wrong with that. Who in his right mind wouldn’t want to tousle her hair, or her curvy body? Who wouldn’t want to hold her in his arms?

He remembered how naked she looked. Through the small holes in the walls of the cabin, he had seen everything. He had also seen naked Marita, though only for a moment, and it had been enough to make his mind reel.

Ah, she was perfect, not as voluptuous as her friend, but her smooth skin, the shy look of desire had completely overwhelmed him. He’d heard Sister Anna’s story, and he’d heard them talking to each other, and it had all been too much of a turn-on for him.

Then the nightgown slipped off, and he saw Claudine’s thighs flexing and stretching, and her full breasts with their clenched nipples. They were watery, beautiful girls.

His cock was erect at the thought. He had been like this since he first saw them. It made him feel strong, flesh and blood. He often enjoyed the pleasure; the longer it lasted the more excited he became. There was only one problem, and that was that he must have enough willpower to restrain the feeling.

Restraint, he liked that word, it described him in a sense. He was always self-controlled and disciplined about his shortcomings, and few could have guessed the inner world that stirred beneath his calm exterior. His ability to find control of himself was commendable; debauchery for the sake of impulse was not his usual modus operandi.

A long time ago he discovered an unexpected realm. A realm where pain and pleasure mixed together enough to make anyone’s soul melt.

Marita and Claudine, of course, are invited to such games.

He remembered the look on Marita’s face when he’d walked into the cabin earlier. She was dressed in a ridiculous Western-style dress and still looked chirpy. The light gray velvet sheath dress suited her. The thin, cicada-like scarf was adorned with a few roses and wrapped around her neck; it was deftly knotted at the back. She held her hands up to brush her hair, the sleeves slid down from her elbows there, covering her upper arms like a beautiful flower, revealing her nimble, small wrists.

He saw her tight corset and brightly colored skirt. His heart fluttered at the thought of the satin-smooth skin beneath the corset and skirt.

His cock was erect and pressed against his pants. His stomach clenched.

He didn’t really want to touch her, but it was too much to resist. He put his hand on her head and immediately everything felt so good. The strands of green hair that wrapped around his hand were light and warm, with some sort of hay aroma that seemed to be coated in some sort of hair conditioner. He couldn’t even wait for her to wash that conditioner out, he just wanted to take this hair in both hands and cut his head deep into it.

Her hair induced him to be rude. He touched her breasts. Her skin was so bare he could hardly contain himself. He slipped his hand into her corset and touched her nipple. He imagined it jutting out, the whole breast like a ripe fruit, and wanted to come up and suck on it; he would look at it for a long time, licking it with his tongue to make it shine, sucking on it to make it bulge; a fun game with his tongue and teeth.

Eventually he got a hold of himself and didn’t touch her, just walked around the room. Marita’s eyes in the mirror were more than a little intoxicated, I think, opening so wide and blue. She had an innocent, pleading look, her pink lips trembling, her lids full of fear. Did she know she was going to lose her virginity? He thought she resisted such things with all her heart.

Let’s wait until everything is better.

The moment was worth waiting for, both for him and for her. And the moment was sure to come. He was sure of it.

He walked toward the cabin and the door opened. “Here are your clothes,” his voice was calm and steady. “Ready?”

Marita surveyed her surroundings with delight. Algiers was a charming place.

The air was suffocatingly hot. The scent of jasmine mingled with the dust and burrowed into their noses along with the aroma of roasted meat and baked treats. Kasim led them down the round stone-paved path, beside which many vendors were hawking along the street, holding up piles of glass rosaries and colorful fabrics to yell.

They turned down a narrow alleyway bordered by high stone walls, which mystified the two girls. Occasionally, they could see some country courtyards with blue tiles glistening in the sun, and embroidered floral curtains hanging in front of their doors. Along the way were small fountains with trees and potted flowers.

Then they walked through a foul-smelling alley, the intersection littered with sticky filth. Rats swarmed and ran away from the rotting food. Dirty, barefoot teenagers next to the butcher’s store were playing with some kind of blackened intention. Next to it was a group of old men, drinking and fanning their stoves.

Marita’s eyes behind her black veil were captivated by it all. She was wearing a black robe; a black shawl and her body was wrapped tightly. Crotinweg was in front of her, but was blocked by Hammett’s massive frame. Marita could only see the top of her hat. They all looked too weak to defend themselves in such a dangerous place. Kasim walked at the front, next to two slaves. One held a parasol and the other held up a huge fan made of peacock feathers.

Marietta couldn’t help but notice how smoothly they made the journey, almost as if by magic. People stopped what they were doing to let them pass. Some bent down, others put their hands on their foreheads or lips in greeting. Many looked at them curiously. There were also hostile glances directed at them, mainly from scruffy women.

She was glad to be wearing such an odd outfit, the black cloth more or less blocking the strong sunlight and wicking her sweat away. She’d insisted that her undergarments still be her own, but now, she somewhat regretted not listening to Kasim. Her corset was already damp with sweat and strained against her body. If she had listened earlier and worn the big, loose robe, it wouldn’t be so uncomfortable now.

When they arrived at this one place that resembled a bazaar, Marita heard a great hue and cry of welcome, and the people stood together respectfully. The slaves standing around Marietta touched each other’s arms, pointed and whispered something, all looking toward a high wooden platform. The crowd dodged out of the way. Kasim ordered the procession to stop. The slaves formed a circle, surrounding the two ladies, but also giving them room to clear the platform.

Four men were dragging a man down the steps, the man’s hands were tied behind his back, but it was obvious that the four men were still struggling to pull him. Marita held her breath. The captive was stripped naked and looked tall, fit and handsome. His attempts to struggle were met with an immediate rebuke. His hands were tied to two thick wooden posts. He glared scornfully at the crowd, still trying to struggle.

Marita guessed the man must be a criminal. There was a haughty, unruly expression on his face. He was close to her; she could clearly see his gray eyes, clear and filled with loneliness. She could see that he didn’t regret the crime he had committed. He lifted his chin and puffed out his chest proudly. Suddenly she felt admiration for this man; he was like a lion, beautiful and dangerous.

Her eyes gazed longingly at his body. Muscular limbs. A toned chest. Skin on his lower body a little darker in color than the rest. She was a little confused, after all, she’d never seen a man so completely naked. His skin was oily and glistening.

Looking at the body of a prisoner, a body destined to be punished, one is more or less uncomfortable. But then, Marietta strangely heard a voice.

“It’s marvelous, isn’t it?” Kasim whispered close to her ear.

“Yes, he is distinguished,”, she said without withholding thought. Then she saw a spark flicker thoughtfully, fleetingly, across Kasim’s sideways face; was he jealous? How ridiculous. She almost laughed out loud, but eventually held her tongue. Kasim was not a man to laugh at.

“Do you know …… you know what this prisoner is guilty of?” She asked.

Kasim laughed out loud. “Of course I know. He’s a runaway slave. His name is Gabri. He’s the slave of a merchant friend of mine.”

In Martinique, her father had slaves, too, but no one ever escaped. It was a felony second only to murder. She victimized Bergabry. The name couldn’t be more appropriate, for he was indeed beautiful as an angel. It was sad to be a slave for someone like him. She felt him staring at her for a moment, unbridled, and for a moment she had the urge to pull back the veil, to get a closer look at his face, and to make him understand that she didn’t like this kind of gesture.

As if he had seen inside her, Kasim placed a hand on her shoulder and Marita turned to look at him, seeing a few moments of amusement on his face. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

“Have you ever seen a beating?” Kasim said.

“No. Papa never beat our slaves,” said Marita.

“Really? That would be really strange. Then you must be eager to see such a scene.”

She gave him a fearful look, wondering if she’d heard him wrong. “Do you like this sort of thing?”

He grinned. “Precisely. Moderate pain stimulates the senses. That stimulation is useful for more than just the person experiencing it. Don’t worry too much about it, he won’t hurt too bad, because that’s not the purpose, get closer to see Gabri. You’ll see what I mean.”

Marita shuddered. Kasim’s words made her a little sick, but the greater ingredient was that they confused her.

A fully armed man came down the steps with a whip and walked straight up behind Gabriel. He put the whip behind him, then dragged him by his thick hair and held his head down. Gabri’s chest jutted out, his back bent like a bow, while his hips puckered. The fully-armed man grinned, his meaty hands fumbling over Gabriel’s chest, squeezing his pecs and pulling out his nipples. He played with them back and forth with his thumb and forefinger, rubbing and kneading them, and in no time at all they were a reddish-brown color.

Marita thought how humiliating and embarrassing it was to be defiled by such public teasing.

The furry hand slid down to Gabriel’s flat stomach and rubbed repeatedly around the navel. His hand went further down and grabbed something violently. Gabri closed his eyes. Marita knew full well that even if he could turn a blind eye, he couldn’t possibly turn a deaf ear to the cheers of the crowd around him. The hairy hand grabbed a handful of his genitals and yanked them out violently. The crowd cheered even louder at that.

It stood straight up and the crowd was like a frenzy. Gabriel’s hair was a little disheveled and his head was down. The beastly man was still fiddling with the thing repeatedly.

How could he stand it? Marita thought in shock. Her gaze was still fixed on him and she couldn’t seem to take it away anymore.

After a moment, the man picked up the whip. He stood over Gabri, his tongue licking his thick lips uncontrollably. Gabriel said a dirty word and the man laughed maniacally, grabbing the contraption with one hand and hitting him lightly on the base of his thighs with the whip. All the organs were revealed at once. Gabri was filled with shame. The man continued to torture him, gently teasing his cock with the end of the whip.

The crowd went wild. The man rested for a moment to see the crowd’s reaction and let go. He threw the whip back and paced himself slowly behind Gabriel.

“Still want to come?” He growled, suddenly grabbing Gabriel’s hips with both hands and yanking them apart as hard as he could. His cock stood up again, a dark red smear of blood on it.

A flinch appears on Gabriel’s face. The crowd gets more excited.

“Hit him! Hit him!” Some of the men were yelling, and the cries grew louder and louder.

The man smiled sorrowfully. “Oh, you’ve exhibited enough, then, all right,” he said.

Marita couldn’t take her eyes off of Gabriel’s face. His high cheekbones made his face look thinner, and his face was red with a net look of shame. The first lash came down hard and a spasm went through his face. His powerful mouth remained tightly closed, still as solitary as ever.

Her attention was distracted. He looked even more attractive because of the pain and suffering. Ah, how she wanted to take him in her arms, kiss his bruised lips, caress his wounded body.

She was taken aback by her self. Where were these thoughts coming from? Had she finally realized what Kasim meant?

Yes. In that instant she knew. Sister Anna had awakened her sexual instincts. For so long that feeling had lain dormant. What a shocking discovery it was. She needed to think about it, and there was no time now.

The whipping has begun.

The whip “brushed”, the sound was not too heavy, it did not seem to make much effort. The crowd stirred. Marita saw Gabriel’s head suddenly turn, but the look on his face remained the same. Another lash, hitting him on the waist, immediately showing red streaks. Beads of sweat broke out on Bugari’s head.

She wondered how he felt. The lashes were not very hard. Whip after whip. The crowd behind them must have seen those red marks on his white skin, red and white in plain sight. She watched it all, and felt a quick sense of pleasure in her heart. Of course she would have preferred to see his lids, they must have looked better.

Now the whip was hitting Gabriele’s neck there, hitting more and more sharply. He tried to struggle, and Marietta saw that the rope binding his hands struck deep. His fists were clenched so tightly that his fingers appeared a blood-lost pale color. His chest rose and fell, two copper-brown nipples sticking straight up. He gasped for air, his ribs flaring and the small of his back sunken in. His thighs trembled and a bead of sweat slid down it.

She moved over to see his face. It was a distorted face. He couldn’t stand such torture. Oh, Rubery, you look even more heroic. Tears came to her eyes and she was tempted to kiss his burning face and help him take away the strands of pale yellow hair that hung down on his forehead.

Gabriel’s lips trembled. No doubt his toughness crumbled as he moved his head to his shoulder and buried his face in his outstretched arm. He let out a groan and Marita felt some heat between her strands.

“Look at his genitals,” whispered Kasim.

She saw it straighten even more. His scrotum contracted into two hard stone blocks. There was no doubt that whatever woman saw him would want him. People were screaming in a frenzy. She wished they’d be quieter, a sight like this had to be enjoyed in an atmosphere of silence. Her legs went weak. Every whimper from Gabriel was like a hammer, hitting her heart hard. She felt something clog her throat.

Kasim smiled softly at her with a knowing look. His hands circled to her waist and he wrapped her around him, whispering, “I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed in bringing you home, Marita. Take a good look and don’t miss every detail. Get a good look at Gabri’s lids. Does he look like a trapped animal? Look at how out of control he is. There’s nothing he can do about it. He’s trying to control himself from these people around him, but he can’t, and everyone knows it. So they could laugh at him with impunity. They had come to see just such a spectacular sight, and they were even more gleeful to watch his helplessness. Look at the look on their faces.”

Indeed. Every face was that hungry. They gathered around him, admiring his suffering, but with a look of admiration on their lids. Some were even jealous of him, the men salivating their lids, their eyes glowing. A heavily dressed redhead pulled back her corset to reveal a pair of ripe breasts. Cupping them as if ready to offer them to Gabriel, she smiled back, revealing a mouthful of white, straight teeth, and turned toward a man in butcher’s attire. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her wildly on her breasts as the crowd roared with joy.

Out of the corner of her eye, Marita saw a man lift the skirt of a whore and slide his hand inside. The whore half pushed, half bargained, and he had pounced impatiently, letting out a murmur of pleasure, a variety of gestures, nakedly performed, that made Marietta blush.

Kasim’s face rubbed against her head, her hair already wet and dripping with sweat. Marita felt a few hot drops fall on her lips, salty, and realized that Kassim had removed her veil, revealing her eyes, nose than and mouth. One of his hands gripped her arm, the other rasped around her neck and finally lifted her chin.

His fingertips touched her mouth. She opened her mouth hungrily, and his thumb immediately slipped inside, swirling with her tongue. She felt his skin salty.

Kasim’s breath was coming in sharper and sharper, and she sensed some change in his body, his eyes burning as if every part of his body was pregnant with an urge. His angular lids looked as if they were carved in stone.

Something was shifting inside Marietta as well. She had never been so aroused. All shame was gone, she was even jealous of the whore. She wanted to be possessed and conquered. Kasim’s thumb moved and she sucked deeply, her tongue wrapping tighter around it.

She still couldn’t take her eyes off the platform, he’d taken enough of a beating on his lower body and didn’t look like he’d last long.

The whip stayed on the spot at the base of Gabri’s leg, gently, and he only had to move a little for the rope to strangle into his wrist. Then the whip went down, hitting his scrotum, and he let out a sharp moan, his breath coming in ragged, short bursts. His teeth showed, and he looked shy and pleased. The crowd let out a low cry as well.

“It’s out, look!” Kasim said as he nibbled on Marita’s ear, pulling his thumb out of her mouth as he did so.

All her cells perked up and her heart beat faster. Yes, oh yes!

Gabriel’s whole body was writhing and squeezing with all his strength. His genitals stood erect, his scrotum clenched, and he shot out a stream of cum that landed on the platform, stream after stream.

“Oh, God,” Marita whispered, opening and closing her eyes.

The misty gray eyes raked over her face, slowly becoming focused, their sight resting on it. She looked at him deeply, speaking wordlessly of her admiration. A look of understanding darted across his face. He opened his mouth without making a sound, and Marietta knew he was on the verge of tears.

She felt she was suffering.

She loved his self-pity, his shame, the way he was finally defeated. The wooden shackles binding his wrists held him up, or he would have been unable to hold out long ago. She knew how much he wanted to find a place to hide, and how much he hated the barren stares. Just a place to stay would be heaven for him. Oh, how beautiful he was in his agony.

She leaned against the edge of the platform and looked at Gabriel. Her black gloved hand was between her legs. Suddenly her body surged with some kind of orgasm that left her weak and powerless.

Kasim’s strong hands braced her. He was fully aware of what was happening. He said something in a whisper-like voice. The hand holding on to her waist actually shook a little. He wanted Gabri too, she sensed this accurately. It doubled her excitement. Were men capable of falling in love? What would they do together?

Qasim and Gabri. The darkest night and the brightest sun. She imagined their bodies pressed together. She felt the discovery of a world she had never experienced before, dazzling and beautiful.

She felt weak. Despite the pleasure her body was receiving, she was still confused. How was all this happening? The robe was wrapped tightly around her, making her immobile and her breathing felt difficult. It startled her. Suddenly she felt bored and wanted to walk far away from the crowded people.

But what about poor Gabriel?

She watched him a moment longer. A large drop of semen was sliding down. A shudder ran through his chest. He was dripping a lot of sweat and was wet all over.

The man with the whip walks away with a sardonic smile on his face. The farce was over. She realized this. The whipping wasn’t the main main thing, there was neither blood nor bruises, at best there were some slightly reddish parts that wouldn’t hurt very much.

Punish him with humiliation – not with a whip.

His master must have known him well enough to choose such a way. Just as Kasim knew her.

“Oh, Marita, let’s get out of this place. It’s too hot and dirty here to do us any good,” Kasim said briefly, pulling her along.

Marita turned her head to look at Gabriel, who was still watching her. She said “Thank you” to him.

A devilishly creepy smile appeared on his pretty face. Then his head lowered to his chest.

Gabriel lifted his head to gaze at the back of the woman who had been watching him.

He was grateful to her. Her presence had somewhat alleviated some of his distress. It seemed to be at the very end of his orgasm that he saw her. And that was nice. He imagined they were alone together, and his reaction made him look perfect, and he saw it in the woman’s shining face, which made him proud. Crowds could swoon over him like crazy for that, and that he didn’t even care. He thought he was devoted only to her.

The crowd is irrelevant. What matters is her.

She knew this as well and accepted it all in silence. She was even grateful to him for it, he could tell by the way she mouthed it. Even though he was tired and ashamed, he still thought about her. When they released him, he still just thought about her.

Such perfect lids. Those big monitor eyes, blue as the summer sky. Who was she? He had never heard of any slave with monitor eyes. She was with Kasim, and Kasim was a friend of his master, the jeweler Sheridan.

That merchant often went to Kasim’s house to talk business. Gabriel might take him with him if he could win his favor. He smiled and she watched as her lips pursed. He knew how to please his master. Tonight he would beg Sherim for forgiveness.

Sheridan would not turn Gabriel down when he was having fun with him in bed.

Ah, that would give him a chance to meet the woman. He hoped that day would come sooner rather than later.

Chapter III

The crowd quickly dispersed.

The slaves soon gathered around Marita and Claudine again, crowding them forward.

Marita couldn’t see Gabriel. The bazaar and platform were far behind them.

Kasim walked beside her and took her arm, as if nothing had happened. But Marita felt the slight force of his fingers, the strength of them. From the side, he looked grim, his mouth tightly closed. His nose was straight and straight, and he seemed to be doing his best to hide his inner turmoil.

He was still reeling from what he had just seen, she was sure of it. The thought invigorated her.

She felt he might tear the clothes off her body at any moment. It gave her a pang of inexplicable pleasure. She liked that, welcomed it even, except she was a little afraid of Kasim’s power.

She was also a little afraid of herself. The tame convent girl was gone, and it was a mesmerizing transformation. She was eager to have a good talk with Crotin, to talk about what she knew.

They walked in silence for a while. Gabriel’s voice and face came to it. She knew she wouldn’t forget him. But Kasim had a deeper effect on her. Even such a beautiful prisoner was still no match for Kasim in her mind after all.

The fan was fanning her head, and a warm breeze blew in from the sea with a salty smell. The roads were wider here and the streets were clean. They passed through many large houses with snow-white, towering walls. Ornate balconies jutted out into the street. Soon they came to a stone gate, large and finely carved. Two very stout soldiers stood beside it. Hammett tapped on the door with his cane. The door opened and they walked into a cool courtyard. There were many soldiers here, and they all saluted Kasim.

“Welcome to my home,”, Kasim bowed to his two guests. “Feel free to use whatever I have.”

“Thank you, you’re so welcoming,” Crotin said as she stood next to Marita.

The servants came out to welcome their master. Marita felt many eyes surveying them outside the window. A woman’s arm reached out. It was slim and slender, tattooed with various designs, and she had a gold bracelet on her wrist. On her middle finger was a huge emerald ring.

Kasim looked at the owner of the hand. He smiled and made a welcoming gesture, then his attention turned back to Marita and Claudine.

“Take my guests to the sitting room,”, he ordered one of the servants. “Have Leila help them with all their affairs.”

He grabbed Marita’s gloved hand and kissed it, doing the same to Claudine.

“I have some business to attend to in a few moments. Leila will take you to the baths and make you comfortable. I will come to you in the garden when it is cooler in the evening.”

“We await your arrival,” said Marita.

Kasim bent down and walked toward a stone tower. Hammett and the rest of his entourage followed him.

“Follow me, please,” the servant said, leading them into an entrance.

There were guards all along the way. When they reached a small bronze gate, more guards stood on either side.

“Just how rich is Kasim that he needs so many guards to protect him?” Claudine said.

Marita was thinking the same thing. They walked through the brass door and the soldiers remained motionless, no one glancing at the two women. The door was pushed open and slammed shut behind them. A wave of panic swept over Marita as she turned around. The heavy sound made her heart sink.

The servant waited patiently and silently beside her until she had composed herself and moved forward.

“What does that mean?” Claudine said.

“I …… I don’t know. It’s not what I originally suspected. It seems like we’re locked up, which is a strange way to treat a guest.”

Claudine smiled, “I guess it’s a custom here. I feel like everything is a dream. Kasim is indeed a protector, don’t worry about it, all I want now is a painful bath and some comfortable rest, nothing else.”

Marita shrugged. Maybe she was right. She did need a good wash since herself and to relax her nerves. They moved along a corridor. Slaves went back and forth to different tasks, there were many of them, of many different races, all women or girls, and they barely looked at Marita and Claudine.

Marita didn’t know why this was, but she felt uncomfortable.

Although the atmosphere here was relaxed, somehow Marita was reminded of a convent. There was a sweet scent in the air. As they walked through one more courtyard, she glanced through the window at the town, which seemed so far away.

They followed the silent servant down countless stone paths before finally arriving at the door to the chambers. With a bow, the servant signaled that they could enter.

Marietta plucked aside the beaded curtains and stepped inside. It was the most beautiful room they had ever seen. The low couch was covered in embroidered silk fabric, and many women slouched lazily on top of it. Some were talking, some were playing games, some were eating sweets. The slaves kept serving them food and drink. Marita and Claudine were invited in. The women seemed to stop all activity and their attention turned to them. Marita was a little nervous and forced herself to smile and greet them. Marietta and Claudine took off their robes and veils, which immediately aroused the curiosity of the women, who were silent for a while as they touched the French clothes and looked at the lovely faces. After a while they talked loudly and animatedly.

This French costume, this style of hair, seemed to them too uncanny. The women’s hands fidgeted curiously about Marietta’s head, plucking the little roses from her head, putting their hands in her curls, making Marietta uncomfortable. And her blue eyes drew even more attention. She flinched a little, smiling brightly and dropping her eyelids, a blush spreading across her face.

Only one woman seemed special, looking at her curiously, neither scratching nor laughing. Her eyes were large and attractive, a genuine beauty. Oval face, almond eyes, dark eyes like pools of unfathomable water, so dark and bright. Her head was coiled in a dark, shiny bun with a ruby pin. The lips were painted bright red in stark contrast to the white, clear skin.

After a moment, the woman stood up and clapped her hands, signaling silence. The noise died down.

“I’m Leila.” The woman said. “Kasim asked me to take care of you until you get used to life here. May I know your names?”

The women introduced themselves. Claudine found it incredible just to think of Kasim’s wealth.

“We won’t stay long.” She said. “When the trip is organized, we’ll go to Martinique.”

Some of the women exchanged meaningful glances. Leila stopped them with a wink. She smiled, “Of course, but now that you are guests, we must treat you well. The first order of business, of course, is to eat something and rest, and later I’ll show you to your rooms and take a bath.”

She clapped her hands. Marita and Claudine were led to a couch and sat down, which was soft and comfortable. The slaves brought food and placed it on a carved wooden tray. Without utensils, Marita didn’t know how to eat. Lilah saw her dilemma and put her hand on the plate to grab it, signaling them to follow.

Marita was ravenous and ate almost everything that was set before her, the food was delicious, the fish was cooked fresh, the rice smelled good, and the snow jelly juice stretched her pores. After the meal, the women washed their hands in a kind of rose-scented water. One woman began to play an instrument and the other sang.

Claudine leaned cozily on the couch. Next to her was a tray with candy. There was another thing that looked strange, like a brass lamp with a snake cut into it. Leila said it was a water pipe. Marita watched the women smoke it with fascination. They handed it to Claudine. She took a tentative puff, found it to her liking, and ventured out.

“Try it Marita, it’s fun. This tobacco smells nice and cool.”

Marita bent down to suck.

“I’ll take you to the shower,” Lila said. “Claudine stays here for now to lighten up. You’re rare guests.”

Claudine waved her tobacco pouch and said lazily, “You go ahead, Marietta, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

She was completely absorbed in that marvelous feeling. The women all looked at her with a kind of admiration, gently stroking her reddish-golden hair, unable to stop admiring it. She wore a gold necklace that sparkled against her clear skin. One woman removed a blue ribbon from her hand and tied it around Claudine’s wrist in a beautiful fashion.

“Your skin color is rare here,” Leila said to Marita. “You’ll be a fish out of water here, but at the same time you just might attract the envy of the others. You will follow me, and I will protect you.”

Protect her from what? Marita was puzzled and opened her mouth to ask. But Lilla had already stepped forward. The floor was covered with a thick, colorful carpet, and though they were walking briskly, they couldn’t hear a single footstep. Claudine suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, and the sound drifted over. It seemed that this cozy and restful place had made her a little happy.

“Come on, Marita,” Lilla said, her voice pleasant and soft. “I’m going to take you to a paradise where you’ll forget all your worries and fears. In the perfumed water you will feel endless pleasure, all your labors will be swept away, all your tensions will fade into nothing.”

It was exactly what Marita had been hoping for. She followed Leila, full of joy.

“This is paradise-the bath,” said Leila. “It’s more than a place to bathe; here all our minds and bodies relax and our troubles are gone. It’s a woman’s world, and men are thankfully not admitted.”

Marita’s home doesn’t have such a nice bathroom. An aroma filled the spacious hall. Tall columns went up to the roof, the top was painted in colorful patterns, and the walls and floor were embedded with flowery tiles. In the center of the hall was a low-slung pool.

Many of the women were in this hall, served by slaves. They were half-naked or completely naked, some swimming in the pool, some rubbing their hair on the bank, or chatting in twos and threes.

They’re both beautiful.

A woman approached Leila. She was clad only in a loose robe, slipped into a pair of slippers, and had a jeweled belt loosely tied around her waist. Her body was voluptuous. She crossed one arm over her waist and said something affectionately to Leela then burst out laughing, shaking with laughter.

Marita lowered her eyelids, embarrassed to stare any longer. She had never seen so many naked women. When they bathed at the convent, they all had to be covered with a tight robe. Any touch between bodies was met with a drink, so she was simply stunned when she saw the woman kissing Leila affectionately on the lips. The woman shuffled slowly away with her slippers again.

Leila turned her head and smiled at Marita. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Come on, take off your clothes. Go ahead and get cleaned up, then lie back and loosen up a bit, have some juice, and just talk.”

Two maids stood waiting. They were also naked, with a large metal collar wrapped around their necks.

The slaves helped Lila out of her robe. The perfect curves of her body were immediately etched into Marita’s eyelids, and somehow she suddenly remembered Gabriel. They both had such perfect bodies. Lilah had long limbs and pale skin. She had ample breasts and a thin waist, and Marita looked at her body enviously, realizing that she actually had no body hair.

She found herself staring at her bottom with impunity. That part of her was naked and everything was visible. Marita was a little surprised and a little curious.

Leila realized what she was looking at, but didn’t mind. She spun around and said, without modesty, “I’m pretty, aren’t I? Do you like me? Marita. Good, because I think you’re pretty, too. We can please each other.”

Her words were clueless and seemed to imply something. Marietta was happy and afraid.

Marita’s clothes were also removed, and Leila moved closer to look at her body. Marita subconsciously squirmed, extremely unnaturally. But after a moment she interpreted it and stopped dodging those dark eyes. It was ultimately a silly thing to be coy in a place like this, all naked. It was only when the last bit of concealment was taken away that her hands still unconsciously covered her lower body.

Leila laughed hoarsely. “But don’t,” she said, “don’t be shy. Let me see.”

She grabbed Marita’s wrists and gently but forcefully moved them away. Marietta’s face flushed, desperate to find something to cover herself with. The two tiny maids watched and laughed softly. Leila looked at her body with a studied look of embarrassment.

“Aha, you are so naturally beautiful. Such beautiful breasts, high and round, with nipples so red and soft, who wouldn’t want to touch and kiss them when they see them? Your waist is so thin! That one you’re wearing, is it for cinching your waist? You’re really human perfect.”

She spun Marita in a half circle. “Your hips are plump, too. Your thighs are long and strong. Why are you so shy? You have a perfect body, and you’re bound to get great about of satisfaction just from touching it.”

Marita felt her cheeks on fire. No one had ever spoken to her so bluntly, and she had never done what Lilla had described. But she could relate to the pleasure that Lilla was talking about; Sister Anna had made her experience it.

She couldn’t help but admit that she hated to hear those words and that Leela thought she was pretty. Leila was pretty herself. Some kind of distant memory flooded her mind. The old, stiff nun who had played with her body over and over again. Lilah’s eyes flickered to her naked body, and she felt hot all over.

Leila was surveying almost every inch of her with a sense of appreciation and playfulness, and Marita seemed to taste a certain interest in it. This was different from the situation in the convent. She felt a new, proud sensation coming over her. The look on the faces of the two tiny slave girls was one of curiosity and admiration, which made her feel even more special.

“You have such a fascinating lower body.” Leila said, “So unusual. Here, it is considered a sin if, for example, you have body hair on your lower part. But I love how it can hide so many secrets. How lovely to have your womanly secrets hidden so deep that you can only see them when you get close, or, still need to touch them with your hands, I suppose. Charming, so charming.”

She stroked it gently with her delicate fingers. Her fingers wrapped around a curl of fluff and her fingertips dug right into it. Marita was so dumbfounded that she forgot to push her hand away.

Leila drew back her hand and smiled. “I got a little carried away. We’re in the bathroom here. We’ll talk about it later …… later. Come on.”

Leila put on a pair of high heeled slippers. Marietta sat down and followed her while only slowly searching up her words. Did she need to shave all her body hair too? It seemed to be the custom here, and she decided that she would never submit to it. As a guest, there was no need to be bound by the customs here.

Leila and Marita walked into a nearby bathroom. Two small slave girls followed them, holding soft towels, perfumes and oils. Unlike what Marita expected, the bathroom didn’t have several large buckets of hot water. There were several large, very deep basins along the stone wall. A steel faucet overhead was turned on and a steady stream of hot water flowed into the basins. Through a crack in the archway you could see the large sink in the next large room.

Leila and Marita sat on a bench that resembled a wicker box cage.

“I’ll wash you.” Leila said in her clear voice, picking up a silver bowl and splashing perfume over Marita’s shoulders. “I will make you appreciate the wonders of this bath, beautiful girl.”

The water was hot but Marietta quickly acclimated to it, what made her a little uneasy was the feel of Leila’s soft hands caressing her skin. Lilla sat behind her legs spread from side to side and applied some scented cream to her arms, slowly smoothing it down her body. She rubbed Marita’s back, down to her buttocks, rubbing one side of each hand and rubbing up hard.

Marita felt a vague pressure on her lower body. Her hips thrust one by one, causing her pussy to stir as well, and it seemed to move a little closer to Leila’s direction with each rub. Warm steam seeped into her belly and ass, and the bench beneath her was cool and hard. All of this gave Marita a pleasurable rush. A little uneasy, Marita gently moved a little farther away.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”

“No …… I like it. It’s just ……”

Leila laughed out loud. “Oh, you want to give me the same enjoyment, don’t you? Maybe you think I’m laborious, serving you like a slave. But I like it. …… Wait, I know what we should do.”

She stood up and spun around, sitting down facing Marita. “Tell you what, so we can please each other.”

Leela’s attention turned to Marita’s body and began applying the cream to her neck, shoulders, and breasts. When she reached her breasts, Leela had the urge to hold them tightly. Marita had a moment of panic and subconsciously reached into the bowl to dab a little of the balm and began to apply it to Leila’s arms, neck, and shoulders. But it didn’t calm her down; instead, Lilla’s gelatinous skin made her even more flustered. Marita focused her attention on Leila’s body, her mind going blank. She couldn’t make out the smile on Lilah’s face, only the slight curl of her lips, the slightest hint of redness in her pale cheeks, and a shimmer in her dark eyes.

Marietta did as Lilla did, and followed suit, as if hypnotized. They were moving as if they were dancing, and through the thick steam she saw that others were just as intoxicated and oblivious. Pairs of women were splashing water on each other’s bodies, some were washing each other’s hair. There seemed to be noises being made next to them, the sound of skin rubbing together and slight moans of lust.

Marita didn’t dare to look at these women. Yet her heart was also filled with desire. The air was filled with the smell of a woman’s unique musk. The sensation surrounded her.

“You touch very gently, Marita,” Leila whispered.

Marita couldn’t answer, her mouth was already dry. As soon as she concentrated, she couldn’t resist the comforting sensation of Leila’s touch on her body. Her breasts swelled, her nipples hard and pointed. The thick vapor wrapped around them, isolating them from the whole world.

Flying spray splattered over Leila’s black hair like a bright silver streak across the black night sky. Her face was turned to the side, the side outlining the outline of her straight, straight nose. Her mouth was plump and her lips were slightly parted in a way that said a thousand things. There was a reddish-brown line across her pale skin at the corner of her mouth, a mark left by lipstick. Leila bit her lower lip, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Marita shuddered. She had never found a woman’s body to be so erotic or to feel such pleasure.

She couldn’t restrain herself even though she knew it was time to stop. Lilah’s nipples were hard under her palms. They looked like cherries soaked in milk thanks to the balm coating all over them. Lilah’s lovely mouth puckered slightly, making her want to kiss them. A drop of water dripped down from her breast and dripped into Marita’s hand.

Lilah leaned toward Mary slightly, tilting her head back against her slightly shyly, a small shallow nest appearing below her throat. Marita had an urge to lean down and lick that shallow nest. Droplets of water slid down Lilah’s face, wetting her eyebrows and sliding down her face to her lips. Strands of dark hair hung over her forehead.

It can’t go on like this, Marita thought again. But it felt so wonderful, and Leila was even more intoxicated, who would see it? Her body was full of vigor and her skin was smooth and delicate.

Leila raised her head and smiled sweetly. Her hands slid over Marita’s breasts, paused for a moment, and slid between her thighs.

Marita shuddered. The balm-covered finger slid up to her lower back, ruffling the body hair and rubbing it gently, and before long it was deep inside, teasing gently.

Marita closed her eyes and let out a groan of pleasure.

“No …… don’t!” She whispered, but her back curled up and her legs spread wider. She couldn’t help but cooperate with Leela’s hand.

Lilah’s eyes merged in laughter. “Don’t? My sweet Marietta,” she said, the motions of her hands not stopping. “Your reason says no, but your body says yes. Go with your heart, try to feel every ounce of pleasure, like I do. It’s such a long time here, and boredom is our worst enemy. Why don’t you relax a little and have fun?”

Marita is back to her normal self. She smiled. She suddenly felt springy and bold.

“That is, like this?” She said teasingly.

Lilah said in an erotically charged voice garbled, “Yes, it’s a divine getaway.” Leela cooed. “You like that?”

Her finger moved in and out of Marita. Marita couldn’t concentrate on its words. All that was known was that she made some sound crisply, but couldn’t capture its content. She twitched all over. In rhythm with Leila’s fingers.

Ah, what a temptress she is.

“My pretty girl, you come at me like that too.” Leila said, “Do you know how long I have waited? Under your touch, I’m like a ripe fruit, watery and ready to drip juice. That’s right. Pluck it. Rub there gently. Oh, yes, like that. Gently, right there. Oh, my dear, this one’s ripening for you. How wonderful. All that I dedicated to Kasim is for you.”

“Kasim?” Marita said in a daze, thinking only of how Leila had done it to her.

That’s when Leila’s fingers went back inside her. She said something sensational, like a poem, and it went right into Marita’s ears.

Marita loved the feel of her hands on Lilla. She was slightly undulating, slippery, wet, and blazing like fire. She smelled of salty jasmine, which made Marita a little giddy.

Leela relaxed her and laughed. “You’re so marvelous. Your body is like a pearl. Maybe we can convince Kasim to come and play this game together. Are you happy to do that?”

Marita was beginning to see what Leila meant. Another word that had already come to mind earlier in the day floated through her mind, making her feel a little queasy. Harem!

Harem! That’s why it was so hard for her. The dawning realization of this stung her. She felt a chill run through her body and her lust disappeared.

She rudely plucked her fingers out of Leela. Lilah whimpered in disappointment as Marita pushed Lilah’s hand away and jerked to her feet.

“Get your hands off me!” She said coldly. “I’ll wash myself. To tell you again, Claudine and I are guests here, not concubines. We will be leaving soon. We are not concubines in a post-office. I think Cassim has asked you to please me, don’t you. Don’t expect me to be mesmerized by the comforts and riches of this place. He wants me to stay here, doesn’t he? So he can pleasure himself on me, like a whore?”

She stopped, her blue eyes burning. Leila’s lips were trembling.

“You are indeed as beautiful as heaven. I don’t deny that I am indeed attracted to you. But I warn you, I will not sell myself for lust! Whether it’s you or Kasim, I will never fall for your tricks again!”

Marita grabbed the towel and turned around. In that moment she saw a hurt and confused look on Leila’s face. Maybe it wasn’t her fault, she hoped. She liked Leila. Not just liked, but even trusted. But her mind was too confused to think clearly.

Leila called out behind her. Her voice was hoarse, as if she was suppressing her feelings.

“You have entered the Harem of Qasim. He is the magistrate of Argil, the master here. He is a wealthy and powerful man. You cannot say ‘no’ to him. No one can escape from here. It’s useless to resist. Better accept your fate, like me. Only the most beautiful women can stay here. It’s an honor that Kasim chose you. Resign yourself to it.”

Marita was momentarily speechless. She knew now how foolish she had been. Claudine and she weren’t even honored guests of Kasim. That much was clear. Kasim was a beauty collector. He’d mentioned that once, and she’d been so stupid as to miss his point!

Now she knows.

Claudine and her self are prey to Kasim.

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In the garden, soft lights shone.

The shade of lemon trees projected over rose and lily bushes. Peacocks paced around the fountain, picking up grains that the women had spilled on the ground. Marietta closed her eyes and listened quietly to the beautiful music coming from one of the windows above. Nightingales sang wanly in their gilded cages.

The atmosphere was so peaceful and tranquil, but she was distracted, thinking only of how Kasim had deceived her and Claudine. She sat down in the middle of a pile of cushions and waited patiently. It was rumored that Kasim was coming to the harem tonight.

“It was the presence of you and Crotin that drew him here. He jumped at the light like a moth – and you are his light.” Leila said. “The other women are glad you stayed here, because you were really a strong contender. They think that as soon as Kasim arrives, they’ll choose either of them to serve him.”

Marita didn’t answer, just nodded a little stiffly, her heart softening at the sight of Leela’s careful smile. It wasn’t Lilah’s fault. It was Kasim’s, and her own, fault. Lilah looked very pretty in her dark green dress. Her face was marvelously light green and wrapped around her dark hair like surging waves. Her dark eyes glanced at Marita from time to time, a prayer for forgiveness in them. At first Marietta avoided her gaze, then, her heart slowly softening, she lifted her chin and held her head upright, though still not intending to speak to her.

Leila’s hand was tapping her knee.

She was distressed. Every now and then she stole a glance at Marietta, who had been sitting up straight, and the bloom of anger on her face had been more than constant. The look in those blue eyes was like a sharp arrow that pierced her deeply. Marita must have hated her for caging her.

Yes, she knew that Kasim had entrapped the two sobbing young girls. Who but a slave bought from the market would want to live under this kind of house arrest – not even a slave, she plunged into a memory …….

She would have to tell Marita her story someday, if Marita would forgive her.

She had her own reasons for approaching Marita. At first she felt ashamed of the lovely woman. She knew how devastating it was when Marita realized she would never be able to leave this place again. And Claudine wouldn’t have it so bad. Marita would find out how painful and long the road against the odds had been.

Leila saw in Marita a reflection of her own past, when she was younger and more innocent than Marita. So she was very kind to Marita, pointing out what she should do, helping her to adapt to life here as quickly as possible, so that the blow to her soul would be minimized. That was her original intention.

But when she saw Marita’s naked body, an inexplicable desire rose in her to tease the lust that lay beneath her smooth body. But it was all wrong. Marita thought she was Kasim’s accomplice – and perhaps in a sense it was – but it wasn’t true.

Truth was, she was pretty much in love with the French woman.

Leila peeked at Marita out of the corner of her eye. She was as beautiful as ever, with a stirring charm – even in her ugly and ridiculous French dress.

Claudine sat lazily in the middle of a pile of cushions, eating a sweet snack. Her fingers were sticky and she patiently sucked them clean one by one.

Marietta to was exasperated. She expected Crotin to be as enraged as she was, but Crotin looked like he didn’t care.

It was late before Kasim arrived, and many were tired of waiting. They were lying in a heap, their clothes in disarray. Kasim’s arrival caused a panic.

He strides into the courtyard, looking radiant. In one hand he grasped a gold chain of hate and in the other a whip. On the chain was a naked woman. Her face was red and she had tears in her eyes. The whip marks on her belly and thighs were clearly visible.

The women ran over to Kasim and spoke words of welcome. The chained woman stopped and lowered her head.

Marita hid her shock and remained seated. Kasim walked through the pile of women to her and sat down with a tolerant smile.

“Sit down,” he ordered the chained woman, slamming the gold chain so hard the woman fell to the floor. “Sit like that again. Legs apart, do you want another punishment?”

She lowered her eyes and did as he said. Marita watched in amazement as she sat down with her legs crossed and her knees spread wide, facing her and Kasim. Even though her head was bowed, her back was still straight and her breasts were up. She had a smooth belly and powerful thighs, between which, like Leila, were bare and devoid of pubic hair. She also had whip marks in the middle of her thighs.

Marita looked at her reddened skin and felt a little thrill.

Kasim looked at the woman on the floor and toyed with the gold chain. “Better?” He said gently. “Feet are stretched out like that. You won’t have to cook tomorrow.”

He turned his head to Marita, switching to his usual tone of voice. “I can see you’ve been well served. Good, and from the look of anger on your face, I think you already know where you are. Did Leela tell you that?”

The woman on the floor had Marita a little disoriented, and for a moment she couldn’t think of the words to reply. Leila opened her mouth.

“Forgive me. I didn’t keep my mouth shut. This …… is a harem. I didn’t mean to …… I was just mesmerized by the beauty of the newcomer.”

Kasim chuckled dryly. “Understandable. But that’s no reason. You should know what to do.”

Leila hung her head, her forehead scarlet. “Please, not at this time. In front of so many …….”

Kasim’s eyes flared. “How dare you bargain! For that you deserve a good punishment.”

Leila bit her lower lip. She slowly stood up and glanced at Marita for help.

“Kasim,” Marita spoke. “She wasn’t wrong, she just told the truth. You made a bigger mistake, you know. You hypnotized me and Crotin.” She said, her anger rising. “This is all your fault. How dare you punish Leila!”

The women next to her held their breath. They glanced at Marita with hostile glances and whispered aside. Kasim’s mouth closed tight. Then he showed his teeth and smiled.

“Even the monkeys? Hmm.” He seemed to think it was funny. “Oh, no. I will not lie to you, dear Marietta. I will fulfill all the promises I make. But don’t you think you’re being hypocritical? I see the hunger in your eyes.” “Can you honestly admit that you only wish to be merely as–a guest?”

She couldn’t look him in the eye. His words were too blunt, and damn if he wasn’t right. She hated him in that moment. Her tongue was bitter, but she was still obsessed with wanting him. She decided to keep this longing hidden in her heart, not letting him know how madly she loved him. There was a fire of lust hidden in her heart, but she would never let it burn. She held her head high and had the courage to face him.

But she realized a moment later that this victory was simply meaningless. He let her win this round.

His face twisted and an unforgiving expression appeared on his lips. She realized that she could not annoy him at all, and hated that Ben could not move him. He would not let her go with Claudine, and she felt a pang of panic and helplessness. Must she threaten? She clasped her hands to keep them from trembling. She was as uncomfortable as a thorn in her side.

The naked woman lay prostrate at Kasim’s feet. He tugged at the chain, his face grim and baleful. She crawled over to him, kissing Kasim’s robe and puckering her hips high. He kicked her away. Marita came back to reality with a jolt.

What would he do with Leila?

“Will you forgive Leila?” She said after a moment’s interval, doing her best to keep her tone calm and natural.

Kasim laughed happily, “You’re so cute and so stubborn. It’s just different from the women in the harem. You’re angry at me, very angry, but you hide it. And you want to protect Leila?” He giggled again. “She won’t appreciate it, that you’ll learn in time. But you remember this. It will serve you well, and no one can stop me from what I want.”

Though he smiled, his glare was still harsh. She remembered the incident on the boat again, and he had been rude then too. Kasim was like a diamond; no matter which angle she took, she could only see one side, and she had refracted herself long ago.

Kasim turned his head to look at Leila, who was undressing. Her head was bowed, her face flushed all the way to the base of her neck, and her green flannel coat slid to the floor. She was wearing only a pair of thin silk pants and a shirt that trailed down to her knees. The shirt was so thin that her dark red nipples were visible.

“Ready?” Kasim asked.

No one spoke, everyone looked at Leila. In no time at all she was completely naked, her long hair hanging down.

“Come here,” Kasim said softly.

Trembling, she crawled over to him and prostrated herself at his feet, kissing his toes. He lazily wrapped her hair around a long, dark rope and yanked her up to her knees. Without being told to, she parted her knees and bent over.

She made a sound, a whisper that was somewhere between a plea and a moan.

Kasim grinned, his eyes gentle. “Very good, Leela. You’re very submissive. But that won’t save you. Beg me!” He whispered.

Leila gulped. Her throat was wrapped around Kasim’s hair. It tightened a little, and she whispered in an erotic voice, “Please, no, oh, please,” she said.

Kasim raised his whip and tweaked her nipples with the end of it. Leila squirmed like a mare in heat as he moved the whip to the small of her back, teasingly tapping her thighs lightly.

“Tell me where I should start?” He said, bending down to kiss her straight nose.

She didn’t answer and he laughed again.

“Then I’ll decide.” He loosened his hair. “Bend over.”

Leila was a little puzzled, but she dared not refuse. Her lids were already red. The women watched, and as Leila lay flat on the floor, they gathered closer. It was as if they all knew what was coming, were used to it. Marita realized that this was probably commonplace among them, and the thought made her heart tighten. She was very confused and thought about averting her eyes. That’s when she saw Leela’s stance and couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper. Leela’s hands were on the ground, parted on either side of her head, her weight shifted all the way to her upper body, her legs were spread apart and standing on the ground, her long black hair cascading to the ground. Her entire body was like a bow.

Marita had a moment of panic as Leila’s bottom was in full view. Marita remembered the bathroom.

Kasim held his breath as he slowly approached Leila, whip tapping against his boots, and stood between her parted thighs.

“You are beautiful, my little Lilla,” he said, “and your wonderful dancer-like body will soon taste the flavor of my whip.”

He placed his hand gently on her chest and slowly moved it to her breast, twisting the rose-colored nipple. He braced two fingers on her lower forehead. She gasped.

“That’s obedience,” he said, turning to Marita. “I find that in these women wherever and whoever they are. They all yearn to be in my presence, Marita. Yes, I know it makes you very puzzled, and this – slavery may have frightened you. But it is a thousand times true that they themselves are willing. Soon, soon it will be the same with them, and I can see your lust in you.”

She was speechless. He was greatly insightful now.

With a wave of his other hand, he motioned for the women next to him to move away. They trotted away from the house Yu, letting out a few disappointed sighs, but no one dared not go.

“You go too.” He gestured at the chained woman. She sat in a corner that didn’t break attention, her head still hung low. “Only Marita and Claudine can stay. I want them to know me a little.”

Marita stood up roughly and tried to follow the women out of the garden. “You’re unbelievable!” She said. “You can order your women around, but you can’t order me around. I am a free Frenchwoman, independent. I don’t want to stay and watch your show. Claudine will you go?”

Claudine hesitates a little. She looked at Kasim and then at Marita. Clearly she was keen for things to go right. Before she could move, Kasim spoke.

“Stand still!” He said forcefully, “If you walk away, Leila will be punished more severely.”

Marita turned around. He’d caught her in the act. Oh, he was so smart, smart as the devil.

“Do I have to?” She softened.

Claudine’s eyes sparkled and her cheeks flushed. Hearing Kasim’s words, she sat down next to one of Leila’s knees. He gestured to Marita, who sat slowly on the other side.

Kasim raised the whip and struck Leila lightly on her stomach. She didn’t make a sound, and a red mark appeared on her white skin. The whip sliced through the air, making a “brush” and “brush” sound.

Kasim’s attention turned back to Leila’s thighs and began to beat her thigh roots. Leila’s calves winced and her bottom got wet. Marita smelled an aroma coming from her lower body. It was a sweet, flower-like scent mixed with a mesmerizing musk.

“Now ……,” Kasim said, his voice shaking a little.

He started whipping her pussy. It wasn’t too hard, but it already made her moan uncontrollably. Marita could see that she wanted to struggle a little, but in the end she didn’t dare to move. Her moans were a mixture of a pain and a pleasure. Sweat oozed down Marita’s back.

Kasim reached out to feel her pussy, squeezing and pressing. Leila’s bottom fluttered open and seemed to wait hungrily for the penetration of his fingers.

Kasim bent down, his mouth coming close to her bottom, sticking out his tongue and licking. Leila moaned again, a sound of pleasure. He quickly lifted his head and raised the whip to tap the area again.

Marietta wanted to scream at the top of her lungs to make him stop, but at the same time she wanted him to continue. She didn’t want to stay here. How she wished she was Lila. The two thoughts fought fiercely in her mind, …… and she had unconsciously acquiesced in this way. Her face was on fire and her lower body was squirming involuntarily.

“Ah,” said Kasim cozily, “everything is just as you like it, isn’t it, my dear Leila? Such punishment on makes you horny and hungry, doesn’t it? Do you need to be hit harder?”

Leila squirmed. Long hair cascaded over her face, more or less muffling the sound of her moans. Kasim turned the whip and held the tip, revealing the handle. The handle was thick and covered in leather. He pumped the handle in and out of her. Leila’s legs shook and faltered.

“Hold her up. Brace her to her feet.” Kasim ordered under his breath.

Marita and Claudine walked over to help her up. Marita’s shaking fingers touched her buttocks, burning and trembling uncontrollably. Kasim pulled out the whip handle and began hitting her bottom again with slightly more force. Her pussy reddened and swelled. Leila squirmed and sobbed, wincing a little. Her head twisted around, her hair tossed about.

“That’s enough,” said Kasim. His face flushed. “All right, Leila, I’m pardoning you.”

He turned to Marita. “See what a kind master I am? I only do this to my favorite people. Is it not a most solemn punishment ritual? Others beg for it. Life in the harem has turned many women into sheep. They no longer know what it means to resist. Leila is a special case here. She was bought from the slave market and trained by me. I’ll train you the same way. That’s why I’m treating you so differently. When you were standing on the deck cowering and shivering, I had already decided I wanted you. I’ll probably use strong-arm tactics to train you into a woman in the harem who is both docile and elegant. Claudine will probably not take much effort, and you, Marietta …… you will be hard to handle. But you will succumb one day.”

His words frightened her in particular, but she had no time to think about them in detail.

Kasim had unbuckled his pants as he spoke. He pulled down his pants to reveal his penis. He picked it up and played with it patiently, as if waiting for something. After a while, he let go and Marita saw that it was already straight, a dark red color, as if it had been whipped. It looked strong and powerful, and he reminded her of Gabriel.

Marita was agitated all over. It was surrounded by a thick layer of hair, and it appeared that the ban on no body hair was not in effect for him. This gave Marita a surge of pleasure. The body hair made him seem more attractive and exciting.

Marita looked at Leila jealously. Her thighs were spread wide, a look of readiness to be stroked.

Leila seemed to already know what Kasim would do ten, and she pleaded with Kasim in a low voice, begging him for forgiveness. But her voice was particularly ambiguous, sounding less like a plea for forgiveness and more like a seduction.

“Kasim, please, I can’t stand it.”

He let a loud laugh escape from his throat and bent his knees, his muscles twitching as he shifted all his weight onto Lilah. He thrust in.

“Listen,” he said commandingly, “straighten your arms. Forget about your pain. That’s the last order.”

Until now he hadn’t wanted to let go of her. The punishment was still going on. Her body responded to her master. Marita watched it all, overwhelmed. Leila’s naked body, every little movement escaped her, even her lower pussy could be seen quite clearly.

He stabbed deep inside her, his movements slowing. His eyes were closed and his mouth was shut tight.

Leila moaned loudly. Marita felt her own body move stupidly as well. She rose to a red face, feeling greatly insulted. She was so enraged at Kasim for forcing her to stay and watch – something so nasty – that she was on the verge of going mad with rage. She wanted to run away from this place and never see this naked man and woman again. And at the same time, she did need to find a place to hide her already aroused lust.

He warns Marita that he will do the same to her, so that she will finally bow down to him. Is this so-called “punishment” really something that everyone “desires”? Marita already had a desire in her heart, but she would never let anyone know about it.

Leila’s moan changed to a warm, soft sound.

“Soon, my Leila, soon,” gasped Kasim.

Kasim’s arm was around Leila’s waist. Marietta wanted to leave, while an uneasy light shone on Claudine’s lovely face. She bit her lip, trying to hide her excitement.

Leila let out a long cry. Her hips relaxed and Kasim stopped. Sweat slid down his face. Leila lay there contentedly. He seemed to be gagging on something nasty, and a look of distress appeared on his face. Ah, he looked like a wounded beast.

After a while Kasim drew back, his penis still straight. Marita realized that he had not ejaculated. It was amazing how precisely he controlled it, stopping at the exact moment he was about to cum.

Kasim leaned forward and laid his face on her soft, slippery belly. After a moment, put straightened up.

“You can cut her loose now,” he said as he straightened his clothes.

Claudine and Marita gently set Leila down. It was a good thing they were there to help her or she would have fallen. She lay back, took a few deep breaths, then looked at the two women next to her as she got up and walked over to Kasim. Kasim was already sitting in one of the couches.

She took Kasim’s feet and kissed them, whispering with deep emotion, “Thank you, my lord. My life, oh, thank you.”

With tears in her eyes, she knelt and poured a glass of sherbet for Kasim and handed it to him. Her posture was still as Marietta had seen it earlier, her back erect, her head lowered, her knees apart. Her long black hair rose and fell like waves, splashed across her chest and down to her knees.

Kasim smiled and lifted her chin. He gently wiped the teardrops from her lids and placed his fingers gently on her lips.

“Well, my little Lilah. I’m going to give you a task. Marita and Claudine are given to you to train. I want them to become skilled in some of the arts of pleasuring. In a few weeks I will be hosting a banquet for a few of my friends, and they will both be expected to serve me at that time. If they fail to please me, either one of them will be punished. Mark my words, you will be punished then as you have been today.”

A sweet shiver surged through Leila. “Your heart’s desire will come true.”

Claudine watched this with admiration written in her eyes. Kasim smiled at her and greeted her as she obediently sat on his lap.

Marita couldn’t take it anymore. Her lower body was on fire, giving away the secret she had always denied. Kasim looked at her, his black eyes moving.

“The first thing Lilah did for you guys was to find you some nice clothes that I don’t want to see again.”

With that, he made an end gesture. A wave of panic went through Marita. He was trying to force her into line a little by changing her lifestyle.

She felt that he saw through her inner activities. But he could never see into the holiest part of her heart. She would fight him to the end.

She said firmly to herself, not knowing where she had gotten so much confidence.

Kasim grinned. She saw victory and was very confident. But she was doomed to be powerless.

She turned on a dime and fled the garden.

Chapter V

It was dark in the harem, with only an oil lamp lit. Moonlight spilled diagonally through the curtains. Low grunts rose and fell. Outside under the eaves was a small brass bell, tinkling crisply in the wind.

Sleeping Marita tossed and turned, trapped in her nightmare. Her brow was furrowed and her eyelashes fluttered slightly. Her lips parted slightly and she spat out a few words.

“Kasim.”

In her dream she was standing in the garden again. She saw Kasim again, looking down at Leila’s naked body. Marita was standing right next to her half ashamed, half excited to see the woman being punished.

Then her dream changed again. Leila was gone and only Kasim and Marita were left. She was being punished by Kasim.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered, and frowned, “on the floor.”

There was an aroma in the air. She kept her head down, straightened her back, and puffed out her chest.

Without waiting for a command, she spread her knees wide, revealing everything to his gaze. Though she was a little confused, she still felt honored. His dark eyes roamed over her and her lips trembled slightly.

“Very well, very well, my little slave,” said Kasim. His face was soft, but there was a cruel light in his eyes.

He reached out to touch her nipple. It was hard. She flinched a little, her nipple clenching, like a tiny berry, throbbing and burgeoning with life at his touch.

He patted her breast gently, watching it jiggle around with delight. Then he braced the lower part of it hard and took it in his hand again. The rose-colored nipple jutted out.

“Lower your head, Marita. Suck on your nipples.”

Marita hesitated. This was unbelievable, how could she do it? Kasim waited patiently for her. The hand pressed against her breasts startled her a little, yet it did not intimidate her. It was hard, but not cruel. Her nipples were swollen and looked twice their usual size. Both breasts rose high, as if waiting for a mouth to warm them.

“You wouldn’t refuse to do that, would you?” Kasim said softly, holding her breasts higher.

She let out a pained whimper and dropped her head to suck on one nipple.

“Great. Suck gently and softly. Isn’t that nice? Don’t forget this other one. I want to see your tongue.”

She still forced herself to do these moving parts. All the pressure around her breasts concentrated on her nipples and the pain was excruciating. She hated being looked at directly, but she did find pleasure in it. Her nipples were hot and fragrant. The skin around the tips of her nipples was tight, smooth and delicate, like a wet piece of jade. The feeling of her tongue teasing the nipple and her mouth gently sucking on it was marvelous. Her breathing quickened.

“There,” Kasim said, roughly releasing his hand.

Her pleasure was shattered and she was so aggravated she almost wanted to cry. The nipples fell violently from her mouth and she felt them shudder a few times, landing just above her ribs, a little bruised, and she looked at them with some distress. Still swollen, still sticking straight out. The night wind was slightly cooler, gently skimming over her moist breasts.

Unsure of what else Kasim would do next, she kept her head down and her eyes tightly closed, tensing her nerves. Feeling Kasim’s hand slide to the small of her back. He rubbed and fondled it gently. His large thumb reached into her belly button and gently circled it.

“How pleasurable it is,” he said softly, his voice full of longing. “How I’d love to put honey on you here and have it injected into this navel heel of yours! Then it would run down and make your bottom wet and sticky. That would give you an even greater charm. I’ll let Leila suck on this honey while I watch. Do you like that, Marita? Like it or not?”

She was afraid to answer. Her mouth was dry with fear and excitement. He wouldn’t do that, would he? She couldn’t imagine herself with her thighs spread, Leila on her knees sucking between them, and Kasim right next to her admiring it with a cruel look on his face, no, she couldn’t, she’d die of shame.

But the thought of Leila’s warm tongue traveling inside her made her heart itch again. Her lower body squirmed. She hoped Kasim hadn’t seen it.

Kasim didn’t say a word. Her bellybutton seemed to be a whole new source of unanticipated pleasure. Her belly quivered slightly under his touch. She struggled to jut up and keep it out of Kassim’s hand. Kasim pinched the edge of her bellybutton with his index finger and thumb, gripping it tightly.

Marietta felt her belly sinking and her body heating up. The tips of her breasts were straight and her breasts were red and hot, like ripe fruit. She lifted her head slightly and looked at the hand that was pressed against her, trying to get away.

The dream changed again.

Through the corner of her eye Marita saw a man standing under a fig tree, watching it all. He was tall and strong, déjà vu. Her heart beat violently.

Gabriel.

Gabriel, the beautiful slave, the slave who had been so ravaged in the marketplace, the slave who had plucked the strings of her heart. How long had he been here? The flames of lust danced across his face as he looked intently into hers, as if he had discerned her deepest struggles, and the breeze ruffled his long, pale yellow hair and brushed it over his face, covering his longing gray eyes.

A wave of shame welled up in Marietta, all the ugliness had been seen by this man. Yet then she was at peace, she had seen what Gabriele looked like when she was humiliated too, yikes.

She felt stupid. In that instant, she remembered the way Gabriele had looked when he was whipped, in public, a sweet, dense pain shining on his face.

Kasim’s intimacy and Gabriel’s presence seemed to come to her at the same time. She felt surrounded and controlled by them. Both of these strong men wanted her.

The thought shocked her. She felt herself rapidly becoming aroused and could no longer control the trembling of her legs. Still, she tried to hide her urges. She was naked, and it really frightened her that no change could escape them. If she could move and close her legs, then at least she could hide her shame. But she didn’t dare, it would be seen as disobedience and Kasim would resort to more humiliating methods of tormenting her. If she was beaten by Kasim in front of Gabriel, she wouldn’t be able to stand it.

Her bottom was slowly getting wet and her forehead was red with shame. She wanted to close her legs and avoid Kasim’s eyes. But she just didn’t dare to move. A despair rose in her heart.

Kasim lifted her chin and looked her straight in the eyes. “I know your inner struggle, my dear. I’m really glad that you finally obeyed me. I’ve known for a long time that you would. It was only a matter of time. There – I’ll reward you.”

He released his grip on her navel and slid his fingers to the base of her thighs, squeezing gently and hard enough to make her eyes overflow with tears. He unbuckled his belt. Everything that had been done to Leila earlier was repeated, only the subject became Marita.

He stared at her writhing legs and let out a satisfied chuckle. Marita couldn’t help but cry out, her body flicking away from the whip a little. A loud laugh erupted from Kasim’s throat low in his throat.

“Did I tell you to move? So disobedient! I will beat you with this whip until you beg for mercy from me. What a pleasure it is to have the whip on you! I can see your bottom squirming and smell that musky scent on you. Ah, that’s nice, isn’t it?”

Marietta choked and couldn’t make a sound. Oh, no, don’t! She couldn’t stand this. She knew she’d be scandalized, and Kasim would watch it all with satisfaction. And so would Gabrie. Oh! Don’t …… ever, she prayed silently in her heart.

She glanced at Gabriel as if for help. He was leaning against a tree, grinning, and slowly he removed his tunic, revealing his naked body. His genitals stood straight up, and he patiently played with it over and over, and after a moment, threw her a silent kiss. Marita shuddered.

It was then that Kasim noticed Gabri. He smiled meaningfully.

“All right, Marita. You moan! He and I would love to hear that. I’m going to fight.”

He closed his lips and raised his whip.

No, don’t! Stop! Marita snapped out of it.

The morning sunlight slanted into the house. She was stunned for a moment, wondering where she was. Then she remembered, and raised a trembling hand to touch her face. It was wet and hot.

Then she realized that she was lying on the bed with her calves propped up and her legs spread apart. With a gasp, she brought her legs together and realized that her bottom was wet.

Her body was warm and weary. The fine foreign yarn blouse she wore to bed had been twisted together over her breasts. The silk comforter had slipped down, covering only the area above her waist. She blushed and grabbed the crumpled robe to cover her lower body. How indecent she should look in her sleep, half exposed and with her legs so far apart. Thanks to her, she had lowered the bed curtains.

She sat up propped on her elbows and ruffled the hair from her face. The elephantine leather band had come loose, and her hair was a messy mess on the pillow.

After all, it was just a dream, nothing to be alarmed about. It was just that she was still reeling from that little bit of pleasure in her dream. That kind of thing could actually happen in her dreams – so humiliating, so lewd. But she’d chewed out the meaning of Gabriele watching from the sidelines, and if she’d given up her self-imposed desire for Kasim, she wouldn’t have been so miserable and conflicted. Her dreams told her what was inside her subconscious, and it made her hateful and uneasy. She knew that once she stopped resisting Cassim, she would feel lost, and she inadequately wanted that.

The breeze blew in through the window and the embroidered bed curtains swayed slightly. She could hear the rattling of other women rising, accompanied by whispered greetings and a few giggles at intervals. Then there were footsteps approaching.

Claudine drew back the bed curtains. “Up and at ’em, lazybones,” she said cheerfully. “Aren’t you hungry? There’s food ready in the next room, with cheese, canned food and olives, and Russian tea to drink. It’s especially delicious; everything is so nice here.”

Claudine looked perky and cute. She wore a loose black silk gown with green pants underneath. Marietta looked at her glowing face and didn’t want to tell her that she had no appetite and didn’t think it was all that “nice”. She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow.

“I’d like to sleep some more. I’ll come back later.” She said.

Claudine made a pleasant sound from her throat. “Whatever. Why are you still wearing these pajamas? Didn’t you see the new robe you were given? It’s beautiful. That’s what you should be wearing on such a hot day, that gauzy blouse is so uncomfortable. I think you are deliberately disobedient and stubborn.”

Marita pretended to be asleep. Answering her words would just be a waste of time and cause an unnecessary argument, and she didn’t want that. The nightmare still clung to her, and she had to calm herself down so that she would have enough courage and energy to face whatever happened today.

Claudine lowered the bed curtain and walked away. Marietta could imagine her shrugging slightly, helpless to do anything about Marietta’s behavior. She laid her lids on the pillow and tried to organize her thoughts. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath, rustling against her fine gauze blouse. The silk comforter was smooth and cool over her.

It didn’t work. She couldn’t drive the dream away, nor could she drive Kasim away. He was stubbornly ensconced in her mind. Frustrated, she sat up and got dressed.

“You begin your training today,” Lila said as she picked up a slice of cheese. “But don’t take it so seriously as if it were a trial. The first rule is that you must be confident that you are one of a kind and unrivaled in the world. As a woman, you must understand how wonderful your bodies are so that you can fully exude your charms and appear feminine, and you should learn to appreciate your bodies and be proud of them, that’s not to be questioned. Kasim wants that for all of you. It’s not difficult. Right? He is kind and rich, and you are able to ask him for anything, delicious food, jewelry, clothes ……”

“What about freedom?” Marita interjected, taking a sip of Russian tea.

“Oh, no,” Lilah said with a light smile. “You may not leave. But he wants you all to be happy. You must relax in mind and body and learn to enjoy yourselves.”

Claudine grinned. “That wasn’t a hard thing to do.”

Marita gave her an annoyed look. There was an eager look on Claudine’s face, longing for each new discovery.

Marita’s anger rose to its highest point. She was shocked and enraged to find that her French dress was gone and in its place was a comfortable silk robe and loose pants. She had no choice but to put them on and feel kooky. The silk was cool and smooth, making her feel as if she wasn’t wearing any tie.

In the room where they were eating, Marita cowered in a corner of the couch. The other women chatted as they ate, grasping food placed in silver bowls with their right hands, turning to her from time to time with friendly smiles. Marita ignored them, her face still wary and hostile.

The women in the harem squeezed each other’s eyes, grinned and covered their mouths for a while, then whispered about the new favorite’s bad temper. Everyone was tolerant, and no one left her alone, except for Leila who coaxed her to eat something from time to time, or had her sleep-mussed hair brushed.

After a while, Leila didn’t come to bother Marita. Marita took another cup of tea and sat in silence. She felt a lonely candle in this messy atmosphere, with no one to talk to. Claudine had been her friend since she was a child, but now, she too had become a stranger.

Doesn’t Claudine realize that they have become slaves? Maybe she doesn’t realize that they’ll have to do what Kasim wants from now on. He’d crush their resistance, take away their freedom, and make them his only servants. How disgusting.

But it’s also very exciting ……

On the other side of the room, Leila glanced from time to time at Marita, who was sitting frozen.

The Frenchwoman’s bitterness stung her. She saw Marietta’s eyes turn from time to time to Claudine, but Claudine, oblivious, was absorbed in a piece of sweet cake, licking her lips from time to time like a cat.

Leila felt Marita’s loneliness. It was a self-defeating pride. But Leila knew there was more to it than that. There was also resistance. It was just a symbol to Marita as a way to declare her free will. Leela much wished she knew that the only way to be free was to give up her ego so she could do as she pleased.

She wanted to wrap her arms around Marita and kiss her lovely lips. A lavender shade under her blue eyes, her nostrils slightly flared. Undoubtedly, Leila had heard Marita’s voice in the sheets last night. It was the sound of a dress mooshing and her soft moans.

At first, she thought Marita was sick and worried for a while. Alertly, she walked over to Marita’s bed, gently lifted the curtain, and watched Marita’s sleeping form.

It was a sleeping face with a somewhat sweaty forehead. Her head was leaning to one side, pressed against her hair. The shirt was loosened, exposing her breasts, and the robe lay across her waist like a rope. The silk comforter was tipped to the side, exposing her smooth calves.

Leila lowered the bed curtains and lay down next to Marita. Half of her body lay sprawled in the shadows, the other half shining in the moonlight. Leila kissed the long, white neck and reached up to caress her bare, jade-like arms.

She knew she should go back to her bed as soon as possible, Marita didn’t need help, she wasn’t sick, she was just dreaming. But Leila didn’t want to go, she wanted to see Marita again. The face was calm, all the anger that had been there during the day was gone. The long eyelashes moved slightly, and the soul-stealing blue eyes were closed. Oh, Leila couldn’t stand Marita’s hatred of her. She wanted to be Marietta’s bosom friend, as Claudine – once Claudine – had been.

A sweet, dense feeling welled up inside her as she lay next to Marita. She imagined Marita waking up suddenly, smiling in surprise at the sight of her, reaching out her arms to embrace her. Leila’s eyes admired the curves of Marita’s body, the thin ankles, the tiny, delicate feet. Leila wanted to paint her with henna and put gold rings on each of those lovely toes.

Marita cooed and turned her back to Leela. She curled her calves, her rounded buttocks facing Leela. Leela’s heart beat faster as she saw Marita’s body hair.

Leila hesitantly held out a hand. Did she dare touch her? She tentatively went to touch mold Marita’s lower body. Marita didn’t react. Emboldened, she pushed into her a little harder.

Leila’s breath caught in her throat. ……

Suddenly Marita changed her position again, her eyelashes fluttering. Leila drew her hand back, a red cloud covering her face, and she lifted the bed curtain and walked out, hurrying back to her own bed, still unable to contain her excitement.

Satisfied, she buried her head in her pillow and made a secret resolution! I’m going to win Marita’s love. One day I’m going to be her true bosom friend. For that day she could wait patiently.

Leila sucked on her fingers, the lingering scent of the French woman still lingering on them as she slowly fell asleep.

“I guess we have to go over your clothes first. Have you eaten well, Marita? Claudine? Then come with me.” Lilah said, her voice friendly but with an air of imperiousness.

Claudine followed Leila with a joyful heart. Marita took a sip of her tea before slowly following. She wondered what would happen if she resisted. And then she knew. Leila would be punished. Maybe she would just have to hold back for a while.

And, to be honest, she didn’t want to keep up the fuss. Feeling a little more relaxed after making that decision, she followed Lilah and Crotin down a long corridor and into a large room where some very old women were making dresses, brightly colored silk dresses laid out all over the room.

Leila smiled gently at Marita.

“You must pick a few favorites among these clothes.” Leila said, “Soon new clothes will be ordered just for you. There are many kinds to choose from here, silk, velvet, satin, yarn, all kinds, take your pick.”

Claudine exclaimed, rushing ecstatically to the clothes, turning them over one by one with impatience.

“Oh, Marietta, have you ever seen this color? Like the sunlight on the water. Oh, and this one, so green, with silver silk woven through it.”

Marietta watched uninterestedly, tastelessly. Claudine’s cry reminded her of the scene on the Kasim ship. If she had expected something to happen then, or if she had only been careful and not so imprudent, why would she be here today? She stood under the archway and looked at her friend.

She was going to have to act. She had tried to stick to the clothes she had worn since, and now she had compromised on just this shirt that she wore close to her body. She insisted that she couldn’t change out of this shirt, it was the only bit of contact she had with her past life, but Kasim had ordered that she had to throw herself at his mercy. He was capable of anything if she refused. Reluctantly, she stepped forward and pulled out a random piece of clothing.

“This one,” she said in a flat tone.

Leila nodded eagerly, encouraging her, “Pick again. Pick as many as you want.”

“You pick, I don’t care,” said Marietta.

The light in Leila’s eyes dimmed. How she wished Marita was interested in these clothes.

“Well, Marietta, it’s not like it’s torture,” Crotin laughed.

Marita shrugged and randomly pulled out three or four dresses, standing up lazily as the seamstress busied herself with her measurements. Claudine stood up clutching a large only of clothes, her face still veiled in glitter. The older women smiled, nodded to each other, and talked in their language.

“What are they talking about?” Claudine asked Leila.

“They say you were born to be women in a harem,” she laughed, “that you are like the sun after a winter snow, warm and dazzling.”

Claudine smiled out of her dimples. She reached up to remove her veil and shook it, the gold threads on it shaking and glittering. Her eyes smiled sweetly at the women. They grabbed its hand and kissed the back of it, looking very fond of her.

Leila snapped her fingers and the women immediately stopped talking and laughing and immediately went back to work measuring and tailoring. Leila led Marita and Claudine out of the house.

“In a few moments you will go and pick out your jewelry. You will be dressed up when your new clothes are ready.” She said, “Kasim is going to examine you all. This is a procedure that all newcomers must go through.”

For a moment Marietta did not fully understand what Patchouli meant. Then she realized what was going to happen and said indignantly.

“Dress up, check. Dress up. What does Qasim think we are? Horses in his manger?”

“It’s customary, I see, and”, Leila said with some concern, “you wouldn’t turn down beautiful clothes and accessories. Who wouldn’t want that, as long as they’re a woman? Don’t you want Qasim to realize that you have a wonderful body? Your beauty was given to you by Allah and you must be proud of it. You must honor yourself and Allah when you show your beauty in front of your Master.”

“He is not my master,” argued Marita. “I refuse to be examined. I refuse to be treated as …… a …… a tame little lamb …….”

“Marita, please,” said Leila, exasperated. “You’re asking for trouble. Wouldn’t you like to see the good side of your new life? I’m doing this all for your own good.”

Marita looked at her lovely face. Her eyes were a little moist and her lips trembled slightly. Her words were heartfelt and sincere.

“I will never, and I cannot, give up my freedom,” said Marietta, with some hesitation. There was less confidence in her voice, a little faltering.

“But it’s out of your hands now,” Leila said softly. “Did you hear what Kasim said? His word is law, and you will be punished if you disobey. And I will be punished because of you. Some punishments, my dear, are crueler than you can imagine.”

Marita bit her lip as she felt herself retreating and being disintegrated little by little. Getting any more angry wasn’t going to help. Leila was too persuasive. But could she trust her?

Leela gently swept her over. “Come on, it won’t take long for us to take a shower and put on some new clothes. Then you can go to sleep.”

Marita softened. What else was she resisting? Apparently, Leila had tolerated her enough. And what was about to happen was so unbelievable. Of course Cassim was eager to see his new slave. All tyrants loved to see his submissive subjects. All farmers were happy to see his little mare.

However, she deals with these dizzying events with all her might, only to realize that she can’t resist him at all. He had disrupted her life with impunity, changed her destiny, and filled her every thought and dream. He was truly the most fascinating man she had ever met.

She must continue to resist him. She must focus all her strength and will to face him. There was no other way than that. She couldn’t be so vulnerable anymore. She never expected to be a woman inside Kasim’s harem. And the fact that it had happened at all, she couldn’t actually stop herself. A lot of it was because of Cassim, and Leela played a big part in that. In a sense, she really liked this gentle and considerate woman.

She wants them both, and neither of them will get her. Even if Kasim used force. If she annoyed him, he would beat her and humiliate her. She hoped she could resist that kind of punishment.

She was bored by so much chaos and complexity. She thinks too much. Leila said she could take a break after “dress up.”

She wanted to forget everything and get some sleep. She hoped she wouldn’t dream this time.

“I want to comb my hair. You can braid my hair if you want,” she told Leela coldly.

In that instant Marietta saw Leila’s dark eyes flash with an indescribable admiration and relief.

Chapter VI

In the bathroom two slaves rubbed Marita’s body with a pumice stone and then applied ointment to her entire body.

Marita sat on a bench, mesmerized. There was water vapor all around her, filling the air, and with the aromatic smells, it was indescribably servile and comforting. Claudine was sitting not far away, and two slaves were also attending to her. Her eyes were closed and her head was bowed as the two slaves were washing her thick red hair. The shampoo had a light scent of lilacs that wafted through it. She was also covered in balm.

Seeing so many women naked didn’t shock Marita as much as it had the first time, but she was still mesmerized by it. Leila and Crotin both had skin like gelatin that was tantalizing to look at. They had both been rubbed all over by the captive stone, and their curvaceous torsos seemed to glisten as if they were glowing with light, which was very fascinating.

With her long wet hair all over her back, Lilah looked smooth and hairless all over, with only two burgundy nipples dotted with a little color on her white skin. Claudine’s body was also plump and bouncy, with beautiful curves. Marita found herself being filled with admiration, looking at this and that.

Claudine had a golden sheen all over her body, with a few small freckled patches on her shoulders and arms standing out. Her nipples were very light in color, and the volume of her breasts was almost the same color as the rest of her body, not something that could be easily distinguished. The light brown curls in her armpits and lower body stood out in comparison to Lilah’s.

There were still some faint red whip marks on Lilah’s belly and thighs, and Lilah’s hand was carefully stroking them. Her lower lip protruded slightly as if she was pleased with these whip marks. She seemed to regard them as an honor and was deeply proud of them.

Marita will have to reconsider how she views Leila’s punishment. There was an unspoken subtlety to the relationship between Kasim and Leila that wasn’t as simple as she had first thought. She shook her head, shaking the thought away. This was too much of a headache.

Claudine followed Leela’s manual as if possessed. Her eyes widened at the sight of Lilah spreading her legs and washing her naked bottom. Marietta mentally shifted and averted her eyes, she couldn’t help but think that while she was admiring Lilah’s torso, the latter was also looking at her.

Claudine’s hand rested on Leila, and in a slightly husky voice she said, “This …… this is so strange. Don’t all the women here have body hair?”

Leila smiled. “It’s customary. You’ll have to shave yours off as well when you’re done with the bath.”

Claudine winced. “That scares me a little. Wouldn’t I really be – naked?”

Marietta did not speak. There was a note of surprise and glee in Claudine’s tone, and that was because she hadn’t physically done it herself yet. When it did come to her turn to do so to her, there would be something for her to see. The slaves served the three women attentively, the steam around them, the scent relaxing them completely. Then they were rinsed clean, gently wrapped in large towels, and walked into the other room with the lingering scent.

Inside the room were many small tables with food and a few cups of snow jelly. The surrounding walls were beautifully carved. Sofas and tables covered with silk fabric were specially set up for massages and beauty treatments. Slaves brought in scented oils and cosmetics.

The slaves asked Marita to bow her head and one slave began to rub scented oil on her, another vacuumed her hair and wrapped it in a soft cloth. Still another brought her a glass of juice. Marita took a small sip of the bright red juice, seeping into her heart with the sweet flavor of oranges.

Marita lay lazily on the couch, her face resting on the backs of her hands, her eyes closed as her slave’s hands gently massaged her feet. The scent of the oil, the comforting massage, the even breathing of her companions, made her feel cozy, and she relaxed her body completely to let them manipulate her.

Her body was light as a cloud. The slave’s hands paused as they moved to her thighs, she guessed that they were running low on oil, and after a moment both hands resumed moving up her body.

The hands seemed to be a little subtly different this time, using slightly more force. The hands continued to glide over her waist and up her shoulders, her entire body coated with oil to make it extra smooth. Her neck was gently encircled as the slave gently massaged it. Marita’s eyes were closed and she was deep in sleep as the hands slid back to her hips.

The hand slowly worked its way up, massaging her buttocks. The slave’s hands were pressing outward, and her buttocks parted somewhat. Before she could be alarmed, the movement stopped again and her hips came back together.

She slowly woke up a little less sleepy. The hand repeated the same motions it had just done on her hips, again and again. She was gradually getting used to this rhythm of opening and closing, and the slave didn’t seem to want to move his hands anywhere else for a while. This movement of course involved changes in her lower body as well, but she found it very comforting.

Slowly Marietta felt hot and wet underneath her with a sense of excitement and urge.

Marita turned her face away and gently bit her finger. Her lower body was squirming, and it made her face blush in a flash of shame. It was an unspeakable pleasure, but she couldn’t let anyone else know.

Suddenly her hips were parted and she tensed for a moment, holding her breath. This time the parting was more open than the previous times. Her bottom jutted out and split open with it. It confused her a little; she’d never known this little hole could be so – so wanton, unable to stand up to teasing. She was momentarily a little oblivious to this new discovery, and at the same time found her whole body tingly and soft, her mouth dry.

Then there was a different sensation. Her hips were coated with a very, very thick layer of oil that slid down with the rise and fall of her body. Her body twisted even more, and it took her a lot of effort to keep herself from twisting too much, too oblivious.

Marita felt like she was about to moan out loud, wishing that her slave would move his hands away, somewhere else, so that she wouldn’t be subjected to this ordeal, but deep in her heart, she secretly wanted this “massage” to continue. She wavered between these two thoughts, and her breathing became a bit irregular.

Her legs were spread hard as the two slaves began to oil her inner cunt. Marita’s eyes went wide with pain and pleasure and she squirmed violently. She struggled and her head hit the table.

The slaves seemed to sense her struggle, and that’s when Marita felt a pair of gentle hands pick her up.

“Marita, don’t struggle.” It was Leila’s voice, “These are part of the decorations. You must realize how much pleasure your body may appreciate.”

Marita felt a chill rise up inside her. They were examining her body and she couldn’t hide her feelings. She felt that there was someone else standing next to the slave besides Leila. The slave spoke.

“Ma’am, she’s taut, and it looks like it’s going to take a long time of training for her to fully relax.”

Marita protested weakly, but it sounded more like a moan. Leila’s sweet voice rang out again.

“Of course, I’ll take care of it myself. See how hard she struggled? It was a struggle between carnal desire and reason, and she was doomed, for her own flesh was just too hungry to withstand the temptation. If you don’t believe me, I’ll try …… it with my hand.”

Her hand slipped. “That’s right, and not surprisingly, she is indeed horny. Excellent. Awesome, we’re gaining ground.”

Marita buried her burning face in her hands. Her secret was finally out, in front of so many people. There was a kind of awe that merged in their tones, and Marita didn’t know why that was. With an almost ludicrous air of research, they minutely analyzed how her lower body contracted, how her hips reacted, the color of various parts of her body.

It was as if she was treated like some kind of rare animal. It made her ashamed and annoyed, while on the other hand, she was honored by the feeling of being watched so closely. She couldn’t tell herself whether she liked the feeling or not.

All she could feel was that her hips were being watched by something deadly all the time, making her uncomfortable. Then the slaves got busy again, continuing to repeat their movements, and even more so, entering her deeper. She was mortified and desperately tightened her hips, stifling a moan as she came, “Stop, please.”

Leila’s cool hand patted her spine. “Don’t make a sound, dear. It will only do you good, and you’ll find no end of pleasure in this training.”

Marietta was speechless. She was already on fire with difficulty-or excitement. Her cheeks were red as fire and her hair was disheveled. The slave’s hand stopped, and her mind and body both relaxed at the same time; it was finally over. She heard Leila speak.

“Well, help her turn around.”

Marita felt as if a slave had left the room, and she could only vaguely see a back. That back was dressed in black robes and was tall and large. As if she thought of something, her heart beat violently.

A pair of gentle hands turned her around and gave her a couple of cushions and she lay down comfortably.

“She must remove her body hair before the examination can continue.” Leila said, “Get the ointment.”

Marita joined her knees, her legs together, a stubborn look sweeping across her face. It was too much. Take the ointment, do they have any other tricks that will blow people’s minds?

Claudine was sprawled out on the other couch, not even noticing what was going on on Marietta’s side of the room.

She closed her eyes and got comfortable with the massage.

She was burning like fire and writhing uncontrollably. After her hips were spread, the slaves’ hands moved away and there was an ivory bar carefully shoved inside her.

She made no effort to hide her pleasure. Why bother? Everyone here wanted her to have fun on her own. Her body undulated against the bar, and ah, what a wonderful place to indulge herself. She even regretted the death of Sister Anna, otherwise she could have come to enjoy this divine life of pleasure. Well, this was the harem, and she could indulge herself to the point of absurdity.

One of the slaves reached out and gently took her lower pussy in his hand, slowly rubbing it back and forth. Claudine’s breathing quickened. This slave seemed to know how to tease a woman’s body, and she simply loved that hand. The rhythmic squeezing and stroking of that hand over her body turned her whole body on. Then the strip slowly reached in again. The scented oil and her bodily fluids slid out and dripped onto her legs, warming them.

Claudine lost control and she began to moan, her hands gripping the edge of the couch and her body writhing out of control. She couldn’t care less, after all, the pleasure was the most important thing.

The slave continued to tease her body in and she cried out louder. She liked the sound of it too, full of pain, pleasure, seduction and something unspoken. Her womb began to contract and a wave of heat rolled over her belly, so much so that she felt as hot as fire and was sore and weak.

As her breathing slowly calmed down and things were returning to normal, the slave leaned close to her ear and congratulated her in an easy tone.

“Kasim will be very pleased with you.” They cleaned up as they dried the oil and sweat from her body.

Claudine was happier. Kasim had said he would show her greater joy, and she looked forward to the day he called upon her.

The slaves flattered her, turning her around and putting cushions under her. It was only then that she noticed Marita resisting what she was being subjected to. One of the slaves brought over a bowl of ointment and placed it beside Marita. Marita seemed to give out in anger.

“Get outta here!” She yelled, kicking at the slaves to keep them from touching her. She insisted that she wouldn’t shave her body hair.

Claudine has never seen Marita so enraged. Leila tried to calm Marita, but she looked very angry herself. And Marita could not be calmed at all.

Claudine wanted to go over and talk her down, but held back. What’s the big deal about shaving off your body hair? Wouldn’t it be nice to be naked, like a child? She couldn’t even wait, and was very eager to see what she’d look like by then. She shrugged and took a sip of her sherbet juice. She knew how stubborn Marita was, and it was best to let her take her own sweet time calming her anger.

She was sorry that Marietta was so thoughtless, always asking for trouble. She truly hoped that Marita would seize all the happiness and joy. What could be happier and more joyful than life in this Kasim’s harem? Here they were carefree, and the only thing they needed to do was just reveal their natural natures, which was, in a sense, exactly what Claudine had dreamed of.

When the slaves brought her the ointment, she cooperated by spreading her legs and lifting her arms so they could work more easily.

“Well,” she said, “I’d also like a sweet dish. Can I have a mirror? I want to see what I look like now.”

“Claudine! Shut up!” Kasim came angrily out of a screen.

Marita drew machine a cushion over her body in an attempt to try and cover her nakedness. She looked at Kasim without surprise, knowing that he must have been watching for a while. He had just been watching them from the bathroom, and he was the owner of those fiery eyes.

“Well, you finally showed yourself.” She said coldly, doing her best to hold down her temper. “Were you the one defiling my body just now? Getting me down while you …… you ……”

“Yes, it’s me,” he said with a grimace, “and I find that very pleasing. I’ve also noticed that your carnal desires are awakening little by little, even though you’ve tried to hide that fact. Really, what do you wish now? A mere apology. Ah, you still don’t understand, I do what pleases me, always have. Now …… I expect my orders to be carried out.”

He moved closer to the couch to see her. She sat with her knees clasped together, glaring hard at her, and an imperceptible smile swept across the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, you won’t shave your body? Those blonde hairs mean that much to you? I’ll have to take a good look then.”

He gave a wave to the slaves. They hastily removed the mat from Marita and forced her to lie down. She resisted, trying to curl her body up.

“Don’t spoil my good time,” snapped Kasim. “You’ve done enough now to warrant a whipping. I hope you understand what it means to be submissive. Didn’t Leila teach you that? Brace your upper body and stretch your legs. Do you hear me? Do it!”

At the mention of Leila, Marita faltered a little. Reluctantly she braced herself and did as he said. He kept watching with a cold stare. Her calves trembled and her knees parted slightly.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

She moved slightly.

“Open it more!”

She had no choice but to spread her legs wide, revealing the parts he wanted to see. A shudder ran through her, and she clasped her hands to her chest, closing her eyes tightly as if that would cover her self.

Kasim gave a low chuckle. “It is fascinating.” He moved closer. “Oh, that’s the center part of your body, I’ve been looking at your wonderful body in the shower and have always wanted to do – this.”

He reached out to wrap his fingers around her light brown pubic hairs, scrutinizing their texture.

“It’s lovely,” he gasped, “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

Marita closed her eyes tightly as his hand squeezed and stroked her lower body. This was last night’s nightmare, and so soon it was real? All of her body was on display under his gaze, half in fear, half in inexplicable joy.

Kasim bent down and took a deep breath, “You have a nice body odor. No doubt it must taste good too. But that’s for another time. Marita, open your eyes, I want you to see the pleasure on my face. I want you to run your own fingers over that admirable blonde hair-covered lower pussy so that I can clearly see every nuance of your body.”

Marita opened her eyes in fear. She used to think that being looked at by him like that was the worst thing that could happen. And he would never forgive her. Marita saw that Leila was looking at her sympathetically and slowly gathered her courage to do what Kasim had ordered her to do.

Her mouth went dry, her stomach spasmed, and her heart raced. She slowly moved her hand down to her lower back and reached out with one finger in one hand and parted the lips of her pussy.

“Open them more,” said Kasim. “Rub them gently. Good,” he reached out and pinched the center protrusion with his thumb and forefinger, moving it gently forward and back. Marita shuddered. She was ashamed and angry and helpless at the same time, while her body reacted to his movements without listening.

“Great,” he said, “you can take your hands off. But the legs still have to be stretched out.”

Marita breathed a sigh of relief, she thought it couldn’t get any worse. However after a while she realized she was wrong, indeed, the best was yet to come and he was only just beginning to humiliate her.

“You can keep your body hair, it gives me a pleasant novelty.” He said easily. “I want it oiled and adorned as well, and it needs to be on display in all its glory at all times, Leela, and I want Marita’s clothes to reveal this extraordinary part of her.”

“At your service, Master,” said Leila.

“Okay, that’s it. You still have to be punished though, Marita do you know why that is?”

She numbly shook her head. She was on the verge of tears.

“I decide all matters for you, and the only reason you keep your body hair is because I want to keep it. Understand? And you must be punished for refusing to shave. Well, just stay there and prepare to be punished.”

Marietta remembered his words in the garden, “No one can defy my will,” he had said.

It was only now that she realized. Kasim started hitting her inner thighs with the palms of his hands, lightly at first with a crisp sound, slowly increasing the force.

She had mixed feelings, and it was hard to say what was going on in her mind. The pain was secondary, the main thing was that she had never been beaten since she was a little girl, and in front of so many people, Leela, Crotin, and all the slaves, who were watching, and that shamed her even more, and she bowed her head deeply.

This has to go away soon, she can’t stand it much longer. It was all so surreal, how could it be happening to her? Luckily, though, Leela wasn’t being punished. She was getting more and more sore, and Kasim wouldn’t stop. Her legs were hot and red, and a red mark appeared on her clear skin.

Kasim stopped. Marita wondered if it was over. Her inner thighs sizzled, but they didn’t hurt anymore. It didn’t seem too bad.

“This time it’s going to be a spanking, turn around,” Kasim ordered.

She had another moment of panic, but quickly complied with his orders. At least she could avoid those eyes, at least she could close her legs, and that was a relief. Her thighs tingled, and she couldn’t care less, her panting uneven.

Kasim began slapping heavily on her buttocks, making a loud noise. She experienced a new kind of pain, squirming under his palms, the small of her back pressed against the couch. Cool silk pressed against her, giving her no escape.

Her buttocks were red and swollen and in pain. Then something unbelievable happened, she actually found a hint of comfort in the pain. It seemed as if something inside her was pressing against her bottom, making it squirm, and it was probably it, not her buttocks, that Kasim was really punishing. Her throat tightened, as if something was blocking it. She bit her lower lip so as not to accidentally have a moan of pleasure cry out.

It was a complete dream, yet the pain in her body was completely real. She hated him for knowing her so well, for knowing how hungry she was.

This punishment was really just to tell her that.

She began to lose her voice. His palm was still hitting hard. One after another, and another …… seemed endless. The pain seemed to numb, and then it seemed to spread all over her body, and Marita felt like it had been through quite a few centuries. Finally, he was satisfied.

Kasim stopped and gasped. “Get up,” he said. She barely managed to climb to her feet. Her eyes were full of tears. She pleases her eyes to look at Kasim, whose face is also a little red, his expression still satisfied. Her hips were on fire and she couldn’t care less about that, just wanted to find a place to hide as soon as possible; he should allow her to hide in her curtained-off couch now, right?

But Kasim wouldn’t stop there.

“Leila, come here,” he said.

Marita’s heart sank. Oh, no. It turned out that Leila was not immune after all. This was her mistake, if she would have agreed to shave off all that hair then none of this would have happened. She squinted at Leela, who was paling and shaking a little. She tried to apologize, but it was too late.

Leila forced a smile at her. She seemed to know what to do without being told, wordlessly pulling her robe up to her waist and reclining on one of the couches.

Marita stood up through the pain, her hip still aching. Leila lay reclining, her plump buttocks and slender thighs on full display, still seductive even under the circumstances.

Then she heard Kasim continue, “Marita, come over here. It’s up to you to punish Leila. I want you to feel her skin heat up and her body shiver while she cries out at your touch. That way you will appreciate how much it hurts to punish someone. Okay, Leela is ready, so you begin.”

She stumbled backward a step. Beyond pity beyond sympathy, beyond remorse, beyond self-loathing, there really was an almost vile desire in her heart to touch Lilah’s body. She couldn’t explain why this was, a complex mix of emotions confused her.

“I …… I can’t. Please …… Kasim I beg you. Don’t make me ……” Marita said, tears falling down her face.

Kasim’s brow furrowed. “So disobedient,” he said, squeezing his voice through his teeth. “It seems this punishment needs to be a little heavier.”

He grabbed something and walked towards Marita, slipping a leather ring around her neck and she couldn’t help but shiver. The leather ring forced her chin up and in front of it was a gold ring, Kasim grabbed the ring and yanked on it so hard she stumbled over after him.

“Leila, you come too. You seem to be letting Marita off the hook, so you must learn your lesson as well. Marita’s future training will be in my chambers, under my supervision.”

Without a word, he led Marita outside. Marietta almost had to jog to keep up with him, barefoot on the cool floor, through the long corridors to his chambers. Her legs and hips were on fire with pain, the hood having long since slipped off and her wet hair draped messily over her back, the edges brushing against her hips and causing her to bite her lip in pain.

Leila followed sharply behind. The thought of how the woman was about to watch her being humiliated was horrible to Marita. Of course, it was Kasim’s will. It seemed that every time Marita thought that Kasim had done all he could with her, he always found a new way to fix her. The thought that Leila was watching all this, watching her half-dragged, half-drawn, naked, and crying in Kasim’s wake, had long filled her with shame.

At one point, Marita felt Leila’s cool hand on her hip, extremely gentle, and it sent a wave of comfort through her. Leila was trying to cool her burning buttocks. Marita knew her behind must be red and swollen and jutting with her rapid pace.

Marita was scared of what was going to happen. Still, Leila gave her some courage. She hated being clear that even though Leila would be punished for her disobedience, Leila still didn’t hate her at all. She was still her best friend. Better than a good friend.

She shivered as she walked forward, the path seeming to stretch endlessly. The leather restraints added to her sense of her helplessness.

Tears dripped from Marita’s eyes. There was literally no escape for her, no one would help her. Leila had to follow Kasim’s orders because she looked up to him. They were both held in his hands.

Then, for the first time, she realized that she, too, was being controlled by her feelings. Kasim wouldn’t let her hide her pleasure; he wanted total submission. More than that, he would force her to admit that she liked what he was doing.

That’s what’s scary. In this place, it’s not just the body that’s naked.

Chapter VII

Kasim dragged Marita along. His boots struck the floor with a cackle.

He quickened his pace, sending her scurrying to keep up as she gasped for breath, interspersed with a few occasional choked sobs.

Kasim yanked harder. “Straighten your knees and lift your chin!” He said angrily, “Chest and ass up. Stay close to me or I’ll just have to stop and beat you up again. Do you hear me?”

“Listen …… heard it. Oh ……”

He yanked violently and moved forward again, and she nearly stumbled when she couldn’t keep up with him for a moment. Her foot slipped on the floor with a slight thud.

The sound warmed Kasim’s heart. He forced himself not to look back, and that was a hard thing to do. He wanted to look at her deeply, to suck in her beauty, but now was not the time. It was time for him to teach her the lesson of a lifetime, and soon she would realize how much more enjoyable she could be, and even find freedom, by being completely submissive to him. It wouldn’t be too soon, though, as Marita’s character dictated that she was bound to suffer a bit.

He liked to tame her. Ah, she was even more seductive than Leila had been back then. It was indeed a treasure, and worth his trouble.

He almost turned his head toward her and smiled. He felt giddy – she had ignited something in his life. All this time, he’d had everything he wanted, and the women creeping at his feet and kissing the ground he walked on had gotten a little tiresome. And Marita, so charming and so stubborn, gave him a whole new kind of joy. Still he could not show his tenderness now. Her fear would stimulate her senses, after which she would be able to enjoy to a greater extent the kind of pleasure that many women could only dream of. For now he had to be patient and train her, nurture her.

All she saw was how a slave master punished his slaves. She would not have known that he was actually ruled by his own nature, by his own need to be honored, by his own carnal desires.

He figured Marita must hate him, but he wasn’t worried. Leila used to be like that.

Not far away was his house. He slowed down slightly, trying to prolong the trip a bit as he reminisced about Marita lying on the couch, curvy and looking glamorous now. Kasim smiled slightly when he thought of the way she had flamed up when she realized that it had been Kasim who had been massaging her and teasing her.

How lovely, and her anger only made him happier. He toughened immediately as he punished her, but when he slapped her thighs and realized they were red and hot, he felt a sweet, dense ache welling up in his body as well. The sound of her moaning was wonderfully musical to his ears. Those shy, irritated lids, those eyes overflowing with tears, gave him an erection.

Ah, she squirmed, but her knees were still spread and he saw her light body hair. Even though she kept trying to cover it up, she didn’t end up with her knees together, which pleased him. She was already learning to obey.

He almost had an urge to get inside her, hard, hard, deep, until she moaned out. But that would be too soon. Making love-it was the final reward for her-and for him. He shivered with excitement at the thought. It was only a matter of time; one day she would automatically open her heart for him, open her body, lie down automatically, and ……

But for now, the disobedient slave must be severely punished. Warmth was for later. Of course she could not know that this waiting was a cruel thing for her, but how much more so for him? He had to suppress his lust again and again, and he was suffering just as much.

He was glad to take her back to his house. He had been showing his remarkable restraint, and now he could relax a little.

He dragged Marita with him as he walked across a courtyard and into another long corridor, the happy hour was coming.

What pleasure could be greater than this, watching her carnal desires awaken little by little under his skillful touch? She would surely struggle, but she had no hope of escaping, and he honored her for that spirit, what a tenacious fighter she was. But at the same time she was a prisoner of the flesh.

He had long sensed this struggle in her. It was as if she was split into two, the physical one having a strong desire while the mindful one suppressed that desire. As his thumb slipped inside her – so tense and hot inside – he noticed the fluttering of her flesh. Ashamed of the reaction, she buried her head in her hands, muffling her moans, thinking she could deny her pleasure.

How different Marita and Claudine were. He smiled slightly at the thought of Claudine rolling and moaning with her slave’s hands without resistance. It wouldn’t take long for him to find pleasure in her. She wouldn’t even need much preparation or punishment to be submissive. What a shame he’d lost an opportunity for conquest. Claudine was a natural pleasure seeker, and it was nice that he could imagine how she would squirm beneath him.

But he won’t be as crazy about her as he is about Marita.

Ah, well, here it is. He stopped at the door and Marita stumbled. He hears her breathing break. Kasim smiled softly and stepped into the room.

Marita fought through the pain as she walked through the large room. The leather collar was against her chin, and all she could do was look forward, at Kasim’s broad shoulders.

The room seemed to be lit with some kind of incense and a scent of oranges. The carpet was thick and soft underfoot. Kasim led her straight across the room to a corner, where she was able to take a closer look around. This was his private domain, and she was both frightened; and intrigued. The surrounding walls were enclosed by openwork wooden panels, gilded with gold dust. Many candles flicked about the room, making the color of the carpet appear darker. It was an extremely beautiful room, but she was a little afraid of the splendor and the coldness of it; the house was like the people, and Cassim was of that very character.

Kasim pulled her up onto a platform. The platform was held in place by marble pillars covered with thick cushions. The colors of stained glass were projected on rich silks and satins. Kasim stopped and made her turn to face the center of the room, where some furniture had been placed in front of her in a large circle on a thick carpet that seemed to have been used for guests to watch the show.

Leila walks over to Marita. She seemed to be trying to catch Marita’s eye, but Marita wouldn’t look at her. Marita was blushing and keeping her head down as Kasim tied the leather collar around her neck to a thin post.

“Raise your arms,” he ordered.

Marita did as she was told, doing her best to suppress the urge to resist. It would only get worse if she continued to resist him. He tied her hands to a hook so that she was forced against the pillar, facing the stone column. She felt the cold marble against her breasts and belly, and she leaned over as if it would make her feel better.

“Leila, come here,” said Kasim.

Marita pressed her flaming face close to the stone pillar. Leila came over to her and she glanced back, while Kasim seemed to have forgotten her in that moment. She knew him too well, so she knew full well that this respite would be short-lived.

Leila’s eyes were bright, her lips slightly parted, and she looked excited and eager. She was still wearing the robe, and her wet hair was still wrapped in the bandana, but a strand had fallen out, draping over her shoulders up to her waist, dark and shiny.

And Kasim was dressed all in black, with a velvet top and soft leather pants tucked into boots. Kasim reached out with one long finger and ran it over Leela’s chin, finally lifting it. He stuck out his tongue to lick Leela’s plump bottom lip. Leela sucked his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it greedily.

Kasim reached down and untied her robe, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall to her feet. Leila’s head tilted back and her hood slipped off without her realizing it, her hair cascading down like a black waterfall. She stood facing Kasim, her arms hanging at her sides. Kasim grabbed her ample breasts and rubbed them repeatedly until both nipples stuck out, small and hard.

He took her nipple and bit down hard, Leila gasping uncontrollably, her breasts shaking slightly. He manipulated her repeatedly, squeezing both her breasts hard together so he could suck both nipples at the same time. Then he squeezed Leela’s shoulders and she slowly dropped to her knees.

Leila dropped her chin and adjusted her posture to become the most flattering it could be. Backing up her hands, straightening her shoulders and lifting her chest. Then she bent over and spread her knees wide apart.

“Are you watching, Marita?” Kasim said gently, “I want you to pay attention, and you’re going to have to assume that stance whenever I order it. No matter when, no matter where, no matter who, understand?”

“Yes,” she said reluctantly, thinking what a terrible gesture it was.

Kasim said something and Lira began kissing his thighs in his leather pants, her chin rubbing against his calves like a cat. Her stance remained the same as she gently nibbled on his inner thigh, leaving wet marks on his leather pants as if she was licking or sucking on them. Then she continued her kisses upward, sliding down to his cock, continuing to gently nibble and tease …… it.

A spasm went through Kasim’s face and his cock became erect. With a shudder, he pushed her head away. “Not yet, dear Leila. Later,” he said.

He braced himself against her armpits and lifted her. Leila stood on her tiptoes and Kasim lowered his head to nibble on her nipple again. She squirmed all over, her legs wrapping around Kasim’s thighs. Kasim’s mouth moved to her neck and kissed along her jaw. She turned her head to him, but he smiled and ducked away, going back to kissing her earlobe.

Leila gasped, her head thrown back, her neck forming a graceful curve. Her hands were still behind her back. She closed her eyes tightly and leaned against Kasim.

“Spread your legs a little,” Kasim ordered.

Leila stretched her legs and bent her knees. Kasim slowly shoved a finger in and she squirmed, moaning all the while. When her hips began to contract, Kasim withdrew his finger.

“There are a few things you must understand before you can climax,” he said, “Do you know what you must do? Will you obey me? I want to hear it from you myself.”

“I will gladly obey you, my master, always.” Leila gasped.

Kasim put her down and walked over toward Marita. Leila still had her head down, breathing heavily, waiting for his command. Kasim moved closer to Marita, and rear could even smell his scent. It was a scent of cinnamon and lemon.

Kasim’s hand cupped Marita’s face, with Leila’s scent still lingering on it. His fingers, still wet, slid over Marita’s lips. Her body contracted, stiffening as she waited for another slap to her breasts or ass.

Surprisingly he moved very gently. Kasim smoothed out her thick hair and put them over one shoulder. Even more unbelievably, she actually realized he was kissing the part of her neck just below the skin ring.

“You did no good by refusing to punish Leila, thinking you could save her; she would have gladly accepted such a punishment. You should have realized this long ago, and also remembered that she is unlikely to show you the same mercy.”

Kasim reached for a light whip and gently slid it over Marita’s spine, stopping at her hips.

“Stretch out your legs,” he ordered. Reluctantly, she complied. He probed the soft whip into her inner thighs. Her thighs and buttocks still ached, and giving it such a stir made it even more uncomfortable, as hard as a pinprick.

“Open up a little more. Bend your knees and clamp your legs around the stone pillar.”

Marietta bit her lip and with extreme embarrassment did as she was told. The stone pillar was cold, next to her heated thighs. Her body fell downward, dragging her hands, which were tied to the pillar, with a tightening. At the same time her breasts pressed against the stone pillar and parted to the sides.

“Spread your asses and sit against the stone pillar, that way your pussy is right next to it.” Kasim said as the soft whip was shoved deeper.

Marita felt the whip tickling her, but she didn’t dare move. Kasim continued to move the whip, very gently, with a great deal of teasing.

“While your ass is being punished, your lower cunt needs punishing at the same time,” he said, “It’s time for it to learn to behave, just as you have.”

Marita was already overwhelmed. The tip of the soft whip moved slightly inside her, a slight pressure that made her yearn for something a little thicker to shove inside her, to make her contract and ooze bodily fluids. Her whole body spasmed, her thighs hot and aching.

Luckily, with her hands tied, she was able to maintain her balance and not fall over.

Kasim pulled out the whip and wrapped it around Marita’s arm, teasing her, tweaking the small of her back, teasing her breasts, making them jiggle up and down. Marita gritted her teeth against this pain, knowing full well that this was just the beginning. Her body was ready for more whiplash pain.

But Kasim handed the whip to Leila.

Marita couldn’t help but shudder, leaning closer to the stone pillar as a wave of despair rose in her heart. She hadn’t really realized until now that, indeed, there was no escape for anyone in the presence of Kasim, and she knew that she couldn’t act as if nothing had happened, or put on a stern face, in front of the whip. Her ass was already stinging, and the small of her back, though still covered by the stone pillar, the lower part of her was not going to escape this whip.

She hoped Leila wouldn’t hit her too hard. Her arms and legs were already starting to ache, and how she hated the fact that she had to be in this position, and then the thought that this was how Lilah saw her brought another blush to her face.

“Start,” said Kasim, “and stop when I command to stop.”

“Yes, Master,” Leela said crisply, slowly approaching Marita.

She slowly raised her hand and struck Marita’s already reddened skin with a whip, Marita let out a scream with it, her body scrambling forward to avoid the whip. Her belly pressed against the cool stone pillar and a contraction ran through her. She squirmed and sobbed, her hips jutting. Whip after whip, the room filled with her screams, and she had pressed herself fully against the cool marble.

In the midst of the pain Marita tried to swing her head, but could hardly move. The leather collar was still pressed against her chin, and her cries were mournful.

Oh, whoever saw her in this trapped state would feel miserable. The marble between her legs was already slightly wet, and bodily fluids began to slide down the stone column. She moaned as she dodged the impossible whip, breathing faster and faster as she seemed to fall into a deep nightmare.

Leila’s whip reached her inner thigh. Marita went crazy with pain and sobbed even harder. She wasn’t sure if she liked the pain of the whipping or if she would rather run far away.

Then it hit her arm, hitting her tugged-tight armpit, and then her breasts. Marita was hot as if she had fallen into a fire. Tears streamed down her face, her lips were salty, and she let out a shuddering moan.

Marita’s girth was wrapped in a wave of heat that mixed a pain with a pleasure. Her body shook like a musical instrument playing a melodious tune.

She slowly realized that Leela had stopped hitting her. Her whole body stung and ached only hot and spicy, but there were no more strikes from the whip.

“That’s enough,” Kasim’s voice seemed to come from an extremely distant place.

Marita stopped sobbing, her body almost going limp. She found a pair of gentle hands on her body.

“Don’t make a sound, dear,” whispered Leila.

Marita’s reddened buttocks couldn’t withstand the sudden touch, making her grimace. Then she felt Leila applying an aromatic, cooling pain-relieving cream. The pain eased a little, but the hot sensation still didn’t abate. She was being teased again, cluelessly. Her carnal desires reached a certain level of arousal, though it wasn’t the peak yet. Her body rubbed against the wet marble to quell a little of the arousal by doing so.

Kasim came closer. He turned her face to him and licked the teardrops dry from her face. His hand tweaked her lower pussy, and Marita leaned over, very eager for his hard fingers to penetrate, but he smiled and pushed her away.

“Ah, not yet. I can’t release you yet. You’re not submissive enough, so you’ll have to wait.”

His fingers scratched lightly on the marble, circling her body hair.

“Your body seems to welcome this whipping,” he said, “which you cannot hide from me. Nor can you hide it from yourself.”

He stuck his finger in his mouth and licked it, then smiled gently and kissed the tip of her nose. Immediately she felt her heart fill with endless tenderness. He kissed the corner of her still trembling mouth.

“Now,” he said in a sweet, honeyed voice, “we’re getting somewhere. You won’t mind hitting Leila, will you?”

Tears spilled from her eyes again, covering the original marks. She nodded.

“Excellent,” he said as he reached down to untie her wrists. The hand had gone numb and he placed it on his lips and kissed it.

Marietta shivered again, even the slightest of his movements sending a ripple through her heart, as if her body, and her mind, were sensing him at all times. It scared her. She couldn’t let anyone have that much influence over her. Yet at the same time, a warmth roiled through her. All she needed to do, perhaps, was just confess her feelings and give in, like Leela.

She lowered her eyelids, not daring to look into his eyes. His face was frozen into a statue in the candlelight, a slight smirk at the corners of his mouth. She shuddered and came back to reality, feeling a pang of shame. Was it so easy to be conquered? She asked herself if she really intended to submit.

She raised her eyes, a challenging light reigniting in them. He smiled broadly.

“Ah, Marita, you are so brave! You even make my blood boil.”

He stood and went to Leela, “Ready?”

Marita walked past Stonehenge, her legs trembling and her steps faltering. She rushed over to Leila. Kasim’s orders were non-negotiable, and, Lilah hit her without mercy.

She walked towards Leela, trying to calm her breathing. She smoothed Leila’s black hair back, leaving only a small strand on her forehead. A fine bead of sweat permeated Lilah’s slender body, her entire body looking like a ripe peach in the candlelight, her breasts heaving. She forced a smile at Marita and handed her the whip. Marita reached for it, when Kasim approached her.

“No, just hit and slap her with your hands. Wait a minute ……”

He undid his top and loosened his belt. “You slap her ass when I let her take the pleasure.”

Leela crawled to Kasim’s feet and hugged his ankles tightly in his boots, her head resting on his feet. “Thank you, my lord.” She whispered.

Kasim picked up Leila’s head and looked Marita in the eyes. His expression was meaningful. One day, you will thank me for allowing you to take pleasure. Marita’s expression, on the other hand, was disdainful. A small smile slowly rose on Kasim’s handsome face. He walked towards the platform and lay down on the sofa.

“Come here,” he hooked his finger.

Leila scrambled over. Kasim’s back was lying on the mat, legs stretched out, knees slightly bent.

“Lie down here, Leila. Ass to Marietta, boobs to me.”

“Yes, Master,” Leila said crisply, doing as she was told.

Her ample breasts were like ripe fruits, lying idly between Kasim’s feet. Her back was bent and her buttocks were puckered outward, forming a “heart” shape.

Marita came over and stood behind Leila.

“Kneel, Marita,” said Kasim, “but straighten up. I want you to see everything.”

Marita did as she was told. Standing upright, her thighs and chest clenched. Kasim made a gesture, and Leila helped him undo his blouse, sliding it down to his chest, and pulling down his pants again, Kasim’s strong upper body was exposed.

This was the first time Marita had seen his chest. He was muscular, with dark brown nipples on top, and shiny black body hair under the small of his back, covering certain parts of his body.

Leila didn’t take her pants off completely, piling them on top of Kasim’s muscular thighs. She pulled out Kasim’s genitals and gave a low cry. Kasim was naked, his cock sticking straight up and looking full of masculine power.

“Pleasure me with your hands, dear Leila. I want Marita to see what you have done. Well, Marietta, slap her with your hand, now.”

Marita slapped hard. Leila squirmed, her flesh trembling slightly. She fiddled with Kasim’s cock with her hand, letting out a low yelp as she involuntarily went forward a little with each of Marita’s slaps. Nonetheless, the hand she dropped on Kasim remained gentle, soothing.

Marita continued to beat her and Leila began to moan. She used her hair to the side of the couch over Kasim’s boots. Marita felt Lilah’s ass quiver slightly under her hands and soon it was red and hot. Marita couldn’t deny the pleasure she found in it, and the sound of slapping echoed around the room.

Marita’s lips parted slightly and her breathing quickened. She felt Kasim’s black eyes looking at her with a rapturous, hypnotic feeling.

Leila’s hands were still busy underneath him, and he groaned, bracing his thighbones slightly, and Marita instantly felt a hot stream roll through her belly, wondering what it would be like to make love to him herself. Kasim smiled and licked his lips, seeming to have seen right through her. And she didn’t care, the desire inside her had overridden everything else.

The moment she saw Kasim’s rapture, she immediately knew what it meant to have a need for a man. It was the desire for him to come inside her hard, over and over again, to drive her crazy, to mesmerize her.

She imagined Kasim spreading her hips apart, his fingers pumping in and out of her bottom, and it sent an oily surge of pleasure through her. She even forgot that she was pumping Leela hard, each stroke fast and hard. All she could think about was watching Kasim.

Leila began to sob loudly, scrunching up to try to avoid the heavy blows, as if each swat was an ordeal. She was crying louder and louder.

“Well,” said Kasim, with slight mockery, “Leila has been punished enough. Marietta, you’re overly jealous, and you’re learning fast.”

Leila tilted her head. Teardrops hung on her lovely face and her plump red lips quivered slightly. Marita looked fearfully at her ass, already dark red. She couldn’t help but bite her lower lip, ashamed of her lapse, her forgetfulness.

“Crawl over here, Leila, and give Marita the pain cream so she can put it on you.”

Marita coated the swollen ass, and Leila’s pain eased a bit. Then she was back in her original position.

“I want your lips, Leila,” said Kasim. “She’s so obedient, isn’t she? Marita. So she can be rewarded. You, on the other hand, can’t, not yet. You’re going to use your lips and tongue to help Leila reach the peak of her pleasure. You will find her pussy beautiful and hungry, so don’t let her down.”

“Thank you, Master;” said Leila, moving her body forward along the couch.

Her breasts pressed into Kasim’s knees.

Marita was momentarily stunned by Kasim’s order. Lick Leila’s bottom! She had never done such a thing before. But she dared not disobey. On top of that, she apologized profusely for beating Leela so desperately.

“Don’t get too close.” Kasim said, “I want you to stretch out your neck and open your mouth there on my lower body, ah yes, that’s it.”

Leila’s skillful lips curled around his cock, and Kasim was satisfied. She moved over him, sucking on it. Marita, behind her, in turn, saw her widely spread lower cunt inside her parted buttocks, one sheet moving as if welcoming the entry of a tongue.

Marita came closer to it. She stuck out her tongue. The lower cunt contracted. A strong musk came over her tongue, turning her on inexplicably as well.

She licked it, a wet sensation on her tongue. The soft skin, the delicate flesh, the wonderful scent mixed like a strong wine. She no longer hesitated.

She opened her mouth wide and kissed Lilah’s lower pussy, sucking gently, feeling both new and excited. Hot, slippery juices slid into her mouth. Marita’s tongue went deep inside Lilah and Lilah moaned. She continued in, Lilah’s ass against her cheeks, her lips and chin enveloped in the intense scent.

Marita licked Lilah’s pussy lips and a shiver ran through Lilah. Kasim was also mesmerized and moaning. The three of them seemed to be doing a very primitive dance. Marita couldn’t relax, she had been in a state of arousal since yesterday’s nightmare, and now she needed a pleasure even more desperately. She would die if her carnal desires were not satisfied.

In the midst of such a scenario, she couldn’t help but bring her hand down to her body and thrust her fingers in deep, and it immediately squirmed. Quickly, she allowed herself to become more and more aroused. It was almost time to climax. Come on, it’s almost there.

Leila let out a wild cry as a sudden contraction hit her. She had reached a climax of pleasure, and her whole body was shaking. Marita’s tongue was still inside her, and with it, she felt the exhilarating spasm.

Marita moved her hand more, wet body fluids dripping into her hand, and she felt a wave surge through her body as she felt herself moving toward that orgasmic point. She softly kissed Lilah’s heated lower body with tender watery kisses as the orgasm finally came, surging through her like a wave.

She was short of breath for a moment, her body was beyond words of pleasure. The orgasms were becoming shorter in intervals and longer in duration, and she wondered if she was burning up. Before she could consider it in detail, she realized she had dropped to the floor, the thick carpet soft against her cheek.

Suddenly her wrist was clamped by a strong hand.

“Who told you you could enjoy yourself?” Kasim hissed, “I told you it wasn’t allowed. Ah, you’re still so disobedient, but that’s just what I want, because then you’d still have to suffer a greater punishment. It is with my permission that you seek your own pleasure here, and well, what shall I do with you.”

He looked at Marita and then at Leila. Marita hung her head low, with no remorse in her heart. No matter how much she was punished, she thought it would be worth it. Kasim lifted his chin. He slowly floated a smile. A feeling of mixed anticipation and fear immediately rose in Marita at that moment.

“Soon I am going to hold a party. In two weeks, my friend Sheridan – the jeweler – will come to visit. He will bring along his favorite slave-Gabri. Gabriel, you won’t forget, will you? If you don’t behave by then, I’ll ask Sheridan for some ideas. You know, Sherida is very good at dealing with unruly slaves. But for now …….”

He took out a carved wooden chest from which he drew a gold jewelry box. When he opened the box, inside was a small mesh object with a gold chain attached to it. He pulled Marita over and bolted the gold chain to her wrist.

“Spread your legs,” he said, slipping the webbed thing between her legs, tethered to the gold chain, behind her back. “This will be used to keep you from pleasing yourself. Leila, you’ll have to make sure that Marita wears this at all times, especially at night, and only takes it off when she’s bathing and defecating. She will be so aroused and repressed by the day of the feast that she will be hot and horny by then. Sherida, and Gabriel, will surely be greatly intrigued by such a scene as I have so carefully set up.”

Marita was so stunned that for a moment she couldn’t even speak. She stood there woodenly, looking down at her locked bottom. The little contraption was beautifully made and adorned with jewelry. Wearing it was worse than being naked; everyone would see it and know of her sexual repression. Her eyes overflowed with tears. How could he be so cruel? No regard for her self-respect.

Kasim rang the bell, called for refreshments to be brought in, and then sat down in the sofa. He stopped looking at the two women and smoked his own water pipe.

Marita crosses the room and sits on the other couch. Leila fed her. Her skin was cool against the “gold pants,” and she had almost lost her appetite, her thoughts were in turmoil. She’d have to wear these until the party started, what would she do?

And Gabriel. Would Gabri come here with his master? She often thought of him at the fair. He was simply magic incarnate, and there was no proper word to describe him beyond that. At a certain moment he and she seemed to be linked by some power, and when Marietta had expressed her admiration and sympathy with her eyes, had he not gazed at her at that very moment, his gray eyes glistening with tears? Was this love?

She longed to see Gabri again, but she was a little afraid; now that she knew a little bit about Kasim, she knew that he must have had an ulterior motive for arranging such a party.

Leila reached out and took Marita’s hand. Marita smiled at her friendly her. A warmth filled Leela’s deep, haunted eyes.

“You give me great pleasure.” Leela whispered. “I want to help you. Do you trust me now?”

Marita smiled shyly, and the last vestiges of her resentment toward the Turkish woman vanished without trace. No matter what Kasim had arranged, at least she had a comfort like Leila. Finally, she knew she had a true friend.

Kasim scanned them searchingly. His thick black eyebrows twisted together. Leila and Marita dropped their eyes in panic, but their hands remained clasped together.

Kasim’s anger dissipated a bit; it seemed that the two women’s open intimacy had not displeased him. “You may return to the harem,” he said in a long drawn out voice. “Remember, Leela, continue to train Marita every day so that she learns to sink into carnal lust. I’ll be there every day to see how it’s going. Now go.”

Marita followed Leila. The gold pants were next to her flesh, rubbing against it, and a heat shot through her body. She tried not to be affected by it, but couldn’t, she had been forbidden to pleasure herself, but she longed to be able to do that even more now. Her lower body was already squirming.

Chapter VIII

The afterglow of the setting sun poured in through Sheridan’s window. The light in the room was a little raspy, but not so dark that it required a lamp.

Gabriel walks over to the man on the couch, tray in hand. On the tray is a bowl of jasmine-scented perfume and a pile of hot, wet towels.

Sheridan yawned and stretched. He stood up, his silk robe slipping to the floor, revealing the small of his fat belly. He dripped with sweat, beads of it sliding down his forehead and gathering on his upper lip. He wiped the sweat from his lids with a meaty hand. His still handsome face hung loosely over his chin, looking lazy and drowsy.

Gabriel greeted his master with a smile. Once upon a time Sheridan was a strong, lean man who always had a glow of wisdom on his face. It was then that Gabri was bought by him from the slave market and immediately obeyed his new master willingly. But by and by that shrewdness in his face slowly dissipated, and Sheridan grew fatter and fatter, and richer and richer, and indulged himself wantonly. The only kind of play he was happy to do now was to lie down in the company of his prettiest slave – male or female. Sheridan liked to change the objects of his pleasure, and he did so by punishing and humiliating his slaves for real or imaginary crimes.

After Gabriele is publicly humiliated at the marketplace, he orders him to come to the bedroom where he takes his daily lunch break. Gabriel knew something was going to happen. After his public humiliation and sexual arousal, he knew what Sherida wanted. But as much as he fights to cope, Sherida is indeed an unattractive shell of her former self.

“Ah, Ruabri,” Sheridan’s fat thighs rested on the edge of the couch, “you make my eyes light up.”

Gabriele bent over respectfully. He had recovered after his bath, his thick black hair falling straight down to his neck, his strong, powerful body oiled and scented with sandalwood, and was naked as Sheridan had instructed. He placed the tray on a small table and stood up straight for Sheridan’s orders.

Sheridan lazily reaches out, grabs a snack, and chomps it in his mouth. When he was done eating, he licked his fingers and stood up, nodding toward Gabriel.

Gabriel removed the silk robe that was wrapped tightly around his shoulders and turned to fetch perfume and a wet towel. That’s when Sheridan’s hand went to his head.

“That one will get …… later,” Sheridan said, sitting down again, just level with Gabriel’s lower part.

“At your service, Master,” Gabriel said. Sheridan’s hands ran over his chest, teasing his nipples.

Sheridan had Gabri bent over and wrapped his arms around his waist. His fat lips kissed Gabri’s stomach, sucking on the scented body hair. Sherida murmured something and grinned a very lewd grin.

“You’re disciplined now, Rubery, no longer trying to escape, eh? At least you like the whipping too, eh? All you have to do is come and please me, which isn’t very difficult. And if you behave yourself, I’ll even reward you. Kasim will be holding a feast, would you like to come with me?”

A surge of excitement ran through Gabriel. “As you wish, Master,” he said, carefully controlling his tone so that it didn’t give away his secret.

“That’s all I do want to do. I wanted to show Kasim you,” Sheridan said, squeezing Gabri’s cock harder. “He’s so jealous of me, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s drooling over you, and that really pleases me. But let him be, you’re mine alone and I want to see him suffer too much.”

Gabriel shuddered with a tremor in Sheridan’s hand, barely hearing his words. His mind had been filled with that stunningly beautiful face and those incredible blue eyes. She must be in Kasim’s house.

Sheridan’s fingers slid down to Gabriel’s ass. He tapped the base of Gabri’s thighs and rubbed them teasingly for a while, grunting twice in satisfaction at the sight of Gabri’s immediate erection. Sheridan licked his lips and leaned forward, nibbling up Gabriel’s cock bit by bit, his tongue sticking out and circling the skin around it. Sherida bit down to its root, sucking and licking uncontrollably. A wave of pleasure washed over Gabri. His body angled toward Sherida, his ass puckered slightly, and a wave of heat surged through his belly. Sherida was playing with the underside of the cock with one hand, while the other balked between his thighs.

Gabriel closed his eyes and tried not to look at Sheridan’s ugly face. He cradled Sheridan’s head in both hands, his fingers around the base of his ears. He met Sheridan’s lips, matching his movements to better please his master. Gabri imagined he was impaling himself on a woman – Kasim the blue-eyed slave, her lower body must be smooth and flexible, right? Was her body hair light or dark, or had she been shaved?

His cock straightened even more, the globes underneath tightening and hardening like a small rock. Sheridan moaned as his mouth went in deeper, his lips against the blonde body hair. The sweet, dense sensation was irresistible, and Ruari twisted with pleasure, thrusting straight into Sherida’s wet mouth.

Sheridan’s fingers dug between Gabriel’s ass cheeks, searching for the tightest part, and Gabriel spasmed. He clutched Sherida’s head and jammed it down his throat. Sherida sucked hard, letting out a few occasional giggles of pleasure.

Gabriel’s thigh muscles twitched. Sheridan let go and licked the bodily fluids that had landed on his lips.

“You’re so good, Rubery, so very good, so delicious.” He smiled broadly and sat back on the couch, his own cock unconsciously erect. “My turn!” He cooed, “You were awesome today, maybe it was that whipping that did the trick. You’re stimulating me now, eh? Come on, let’s see how good you are with your hands again.”

Gabri poured the oil into his hand and bent over Sheridan. He slowly approached Gabri’s short cock and began to apply the oil to it. Sheridan leaned his body towards Gabri and kissed him on the lips, sliding his tongue in as hard as he could, his arousal extremely high and slurred.

“Ah my baby, you will be fully enjoyed at the party, let Kasim imagine how outstanding you are, and he will never get you. Ah yes, that’s it, now bend over and start pleasuring me to your heart’s content, ah …… you’re so tight here, relax a little …… it’s like hot silk, oh baby Gabri ……. “

Marita lowered her head and put on a short vest that covered her nipples and fell around her waist. It was only used to draw the eyes of others to her breasts, which was better than looking at her bottom. Underneath the vest, she was still naked, her pussy visible beneath her gold pants.

Everyone else in the harem wore baggy pants and robes. She felt isolated, a pang of loneliness and some fear in her heart. It was Kasim’s will, of course, so there was nothing anyone could do about it. For a moment, Leila didn’t ask her to do anything, so she went to bed, where at least she could drop the sheets and hide herself.

She hurried down the corridor and found a little slave girl standing there with a pile of linen clothes held up in her hands. She lowered her eyes and walked quickly past, but the little slave girl threw down what she was holding and blocked her way.

“You, Frenchwoman, stop.” She said bossily.

Marietta felt so strange that for a moment she forgot to move forward. At that moment the little slave girl approached her and grinned at her without respect.

“Stop right there!” She said again and reached out to slap Marita’s ass.

At that moment another slave girl, walking by with a can of jelly, rushed over and grabbed the gold chain around Marietta’s waist, lifting it upward as hard as she could, making the “pants” even tighter, and Marietta cried out in protest. The two slaves laughed. The first slave stuck her tongue out, picked up her clothes and slowly walked away. Marietta, stunned, scurried away, her heart pounding.

As she made her way to the bedroom, two other slave girls intercepted her again. She was ordered to stand upright again, and one slavegirl pushed and slammed her against the wall, raising her hands above her head, while the other undid her vest and played with her breasts wantonly. Marietta lost her voice and gasped, a hand immediately tightening over her mouth as an ambiguous, rude giggle came to her ears.

Her nipples clenched and stood straight out. The slaves were slapping her breasts, and before long they were tingling so hard they couldn’t help sobbing.

“Stop. Please, stop fiddling with …… What gives you the right to do this?” A hand was tweaking her lips, making it impossible for even her protests to come out.

The slaves ignored her, tugging at the “golden pants” beneath her. Marietta felt a rush of shame and annoyance. Her wrists were pressed tightly and her palms pressed helplessly against the cool wall, reminding her of the stone pillars in Qasim’s chambers. The hand pressing on her pussy pressed harder, teasing her sexual urges.

Marita squirmed. Her breasts were on fire and her lower cunt squirmed wildly.

“Fun, so fun.” The slave giggled dementedly and hit harder. Marita’s eyes were gazing at tears, feeling humiliated. She hated herself for being teased up by such rude gestures from them. She bit her lip and tried her best to get rid of the hand holding her wrist. But the slaves laughed even harder, and Marita couldn’t get away from them.

“Ouch, don’t be so goddamned cute, Frenchwoman,” they screamed, fiddling with her as they pleased.

Marita closed her eyes and forced herself to endure the abuse. Suddenly, the two slaves silenced themselves and slipped away, and Marita slumped helplessly against it, unable to stop her fear.

“You will be chastised in this way until you have obeyed Kasim unconditionally,” Leila told her. “As long as you wear these golden pants, anyone can abuse you as they please. You are now a slave, so to speak, and you must obey everyone’s orders or you will be chastised for worse.”

Marita hung her head down in a fit of rage. How could she stand it? She had found herself in the presence of everyone, which had pleased her a little, but it was cruel to deprive her of her pleasure with these “pants” underneath her. Oh, Kasim, you know this is a crime! You are training me to be your favorite concubine, but you are destroying me.

“It is extremely difficult for me to resist your charms,” whispered Leila; “your reddened face struck me, and I have wanted to untie this for you …… but I dared not, and yet I still want to touch you ……”

Leila swept Marita over and kissed her, placing her hand gently on her aching ass, and Marita immediately and involuntarily matched her movements. Leila pushed her away with shaking hands.

“You almost make me forget my duties. Come, I must teach you how to please a man. Kasim will surely punish you again if you fail to please him.”

For the rest of the day, Lilla taught Marita a variety of pleasuring methods, using her hands, her lips, her tongue, her body, all sorts of tricks. Though she refused at first, she grew to enjoy the lessons, as each technique she learned actually brought her own body a great deal of pleasure.

It was impossible for her to remain indifferent to the relaxed and idle surroundings of his neighborhood any longer. The color of the floors, the colored screens, the opulent decorations, all these delighted her eyes. A fragrant, impulsive, musky odor wafted through the harem at all times, and a fruity freshness. Omelettes and fresh figs were generally eaten for breakfast. Afterward there was a fresh stew. Fish coated with almond jam, a fresh soup suffused with fennel, artichokes dipped in cream. Then came fragrant rice, sweet lily jelly, many sticky sweet pastries, too many to name, and strong sweet coffee and Russian tea.

Compared to the poor provisions in the convent, this was heaven on earth. Marita savored all the delicacies. Soft music accompanied her at bedtime. In the heat and humidity of the night, the chirping of peacocks drifted in from time to time through the open windows. It was so hard to avoid such enjoyment. It was practically impossible.

Marietta was busy with her “homework”, but she also had to keep an eye out for slaves who were always waiting to harass her. She hadn’t seen Claudine for a long time, at first. It didn’t bother her much, the harem was so big, with so many rooms and many hidden gardens, one could easily get lost. She guessed at first that Crotin probably received training as well. But Crotin’s bed had been empty for several nights now, and Marita was beginning to get a little anxious.

Later she heard some of the women pointing and whispering behind her. One of the slaves, a thin, melancholy little slave girl, whispered to her as she accompanied her in her daily training that Claudine was warming his bed in Kasim’s harem. Marita’s face went white for a moment and said she was lying. The little girl smiled faintly.

“You’re not jealous, are you? Are you wondering why your friend should be able to win Kasim’s heart more than you?”

Marita sniffed furiously. She certainly wasn’t jealous, she was just worried about Claudine. What would Cassim do to her when he got tired of her? And would he turn his attention to Marita herself?

Kasim often appeared in the harem without warning. One night he came to the harem the same way, wearing a white shirt with his pants tucked into his boots. The only people left in the room were Leila and Marita, the day’s lessons having just ended. Leela approached Kassim and greeted him respectfully. Kasim motioned for Marita to come closer and check if the “golden pants” were still in place. He played with the chain around her waist for a while, then turned to Leela and said, “She doesn’t get sexual pleasure from anyone or herself, does she? Can you guarantee that? Is someone watching her even when she sleeps?”

“Yes, Master, although she was burning with desire, she did not disobey your orders at all.”

“Yes, excellent. The banquet is tomorrow night, and I want her to burn like a blazing fire all over, and everything is in place, and she’s trained exactly as I ordered her to be?”

“Yes, Master?” Leila said, “As you can see these days, she learns by heart.”

“Attentive? But I want to know if she is fully submissive. Let me try, on your knees, Marietta,” he suddenly ordered, “how to please a man with your mouth? Do it to me.”

Kasim lounged comfortably on the couch, picking up a glass of cherry sherbet and taking a sip.

Strike the proper pose, shoulders back, hands clasped behind your back, knees widely apart. Leila stood to one side, holding a carved ivory genitalia. Marita opened her mouth and gently bit down on the head of the genital. Kasim moved closer to look at it. Marita tried her best not to think about his dark eyes and concentrated on busying herself up and down on the genitals. She closed her eyes slightly for a moment, carefully recalling what to do.

“Sit up straight,” Kasim ordered. “Lift up your chest.”

Marita obediently sat up straight, the gold chain around her waist tightening and her bottom puckering out uncomfortably inside her “gold pants”. She tensed, knowing that Kasim was watching every detail of her movements, watching her naked body. The “pants”, which were full of mesh, gave a better view of her pussy than it did of her bottom.

Kasim gave it a satisfied look. “I can even see your pretty labia through these pants, and it is indeed already drying there. Perhaps I should confine your breasts that way as well, oh how nice a gold wire mesh will look wrapped around your plump breasts like that! The gold wire would compress them and excite them even more …….”

Marietta bowed her head and concentrated on sucking the imitation genitals. She closed her eyes, not daring to look at his cruel expression, suddenly she remembered the words of the little slave girl, Crotin in the bedchamber of Kasim …… then, she must know how his lips kiss, his skin, his genitals …… Crotin saw in his eyes the longing and the need …… Marietta had mixed feelings, and for a moment she could not tell what was in her heart.

Kasim looked at her in silence, an inscrutable expression on his face. A slight shiver ran through her. Perhaps he should “examine” her with his own genitals. Her cheeks were flushed and surely warm. What would he taste like himself? She longed to smell his body odor and needed his touch.

Her thighs were dripping wet. She had been quite aroused these past few days, but she had been unable to let it out, and the pressure of her “golden pants” had reminded her of her sexual instincts.

The ivory genitalia was warm, smooth and hard in her mouth. Her tongue curled around it, and out of the corner of her eye she swept Kasim from time to time. Her body was stirring so much that she was almost defying her own reasoning. She had also never been so eager for someone to touch her …….

Kasim laughed aloud. “She’s ready, almost. Leila, you’ve done a great job. Help her look nice, and I’ll have to come back and check on her when she’s finally ready.”

Marita had been in the bathroom for hours, constantly slathering on balm and receiving massages. Her entire body, except for her pussy, had been pinched and touched to the point of being soft. The fragrant ointment had been applied over and over again until it seeped inside her skin.

Each rubbing was torture for her, days of training had left her body on edge. Leila watched her reactions carefully, and from her look of pity Marita could see what a miserable situation Self was in. At that moment Kasim’s order came that they could change.

This meant that the gold pants could be removed for the time being, allowing her to wash her lower body. Marita held her breath for a moment.

“Straighten your legs and spread your knees apart,” Lila said.

Marita did as she was told under the gaze of Leila’s dark eyes. The warm perfume splashed onto her bottom. Marita almost cheered with relief as her bottom began to squirm with abandon. Leela instructed her slave not to splash the perfume.

“Sprinkle the water directly on her most sensitive parts,” Leila said.

Marita’s body gained control from this and she almost cried with disappointment, Lilah just smiled weakly and kissed her on the lips. “I know how you feel. But the wait is almost over, we can decorate your body now.”

Marita’s body hair was yanked up, finely combed, oiled, and made into a shiny ringlet. A pang of pain and a slightly sweet sensation washed over her.

“Only Kasim’s orders can remove those golden pants. From now on, whatever he says, just be careful to please him, and he will always forgive you.”

Marietta’s heart and chest rose with joy. When would he come to favor her? What would he do then? All thought seemed to be of him alone. She knew him in generalities, not at all in depth, and after so long a wait she longed very much that she might be alone with him, that perhaps he would take her into the house and chain her to that marble pillar …….

By this time, Leila had put her gold pants back on her.

She sat down woodenly as the slaves painted her hands and feet with henna. Her hair was cascading, free to undulate like waves. Strands of it were anointed with oil scented with political gems and pinned with gold clips and adorned with jewels.

Everything is in place. Kasim walked into the harem again. At the sight of him, Marita immediately remembered Leila’s words to obey. Without a word, he came over and loosened the golden chain and removed her golden pants.

Then he ordered her to lie down on a nearby couch. With a burst of joy, she did as he said, laying down and spreading her legs. Kasim cried out as if in admiration, and, still silent, put his hand into a small jar and jiaoed it, then plunged it straight into her, and she felt a sudden rush of pungent aroma, and shook with it, shivering like a leaf in the wind.

Kasim’s black eyes sparkled, and a satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His fingers were driving her wild. The fingers were hard, even a little rough, but she was welcoming it, the wetness slowly overflowing inside her. Her pussy contracted rhythmically as a wave of pleasure swept through her body and she closed her eyes in pleasure. It wouldn’t be long before her orgasm would come. Kasim’s fingers were still teasing her, and the strong scent was so refreshing.

She was literally like a fish out of water, waves of joy surged through her whole body and wrapped around her, and she thought of nothing else, looked at nothing else but the fact that such joy was the ultimate on earth.

“Oh, oh,” she gasped as her lower body contracted so hard she couldn’t help but gasp. Her thighs clamped down on Kasim, her lower body rubbing unashamedly against his fingers. His hand played with her teasingly, wanting to move in, seeming to move back. She moved her body closer to him of her own accord, completely out of control. After a while, she was back to her normal self, slowly loosening up, her limbs weary.

Kasim frowned and withdrew his hand, his mouth stiffening. Then he broke into a smile and leaned down to kiss her on the lips. “You were out of control, and you deserve a good beating for that alone, but I’m in a good mood tonight, and I really shouldn’t have teased you so gently earlier. Wait …… open your mouth.”

Marita lifted her chin, her lips slightly parted, and Kasim’s finger slid along the line of her lips and into her mouth. She tasted a scent of roses mixed with her own body odor.

“Well, stand up,” said Kasim.

It wasn’t until then that she realized she was already hot and wet down there, as well as in her mouth, and the arousal that had been teasing her had temporarily subsided, soon to burn more and more. It seemed impossible, but it was, and Kasim’s gentle touch made her flush again. She tried her best to calm herself.

“Listen,” Kasim said as he put the lid on the jar, “the contents of this pretty little jar are designed to keep you aroused in your lower body and mouth. And your task tonight is for our pleasure, and all you have to do is obey me unconditionally. I know you are burning with desire, but you will not get relief for a while. You must promise to suppress it again and again, I warn you, or there will be harsher punishments. Only when I command you that you can indulge it will you be able to enjoy yourself, got it?”

She nodded her head haphazardly, her mind in turmoil.

“Very well, the guests will be arriving soon, follow me.”

Kasim’s private room was decorated and ready for the feast.

Candlelight spilled through the stained glass onto the carpet in a beautiful green, blue, and red glow. The room was enormous, so the rest of the house remained dark, except for the couch in the center of the room, which was filled with guests. Others stood at a small table. Chatting as they ate. All the guests were dressed in silk and satin, their belts and turbans were richly decorated with jewels. Slaves bustled back and forth, serving juices on trays of gold or silver.

Marita was chained to the same marble column as before, just as she had been a fortnight before, but this time she was submissive. Guests came up to her, stroked her long hair, weighed her breasts, mumbled something silly, and occasionally tapped her legs with their canes. Her nipples stood up as they did so. Many hands just pinched and groped her body with abandon, as if she were not a person at all and had no personality. She stood woodenly, not saying a word, trying her best to control her shaking body. The feeling of being treated like dirt humiliated her, but at the same time it turned her on a little. How Kasim always managed to peer into the deepest, most secret part of her heart. And pull it out into the open? Was she always instantly recognizable to him?

She was beginning to crave the touch of these guests a little. Reason reminded her of her shame, though, and she wished she could hang her head and not look these men in the face. They were all pampered people, looking frivolous and self-satisfied. Perhaps she could cover her face with her hair, but a jeweled gold collar kept her from moving. The crowd was growing and the noise was getting louder, which alarmed her. She’d thought Kasim would take her to the bedroom to have fun with her alone, but now both she and Claudine had to be on public display, to be judged as if they were their playthings.

Claudine was chained to an identical stone pillar on the opposite side of the room and still looked giddy. She wasn’t afraid and found it exciting to see, or rather experience, the spectacle. She too, like Marita, stood stripped and submissive. There was no resistance. The collar around her neck held her chin up high, making her look even more proud and radiant. Large, golden-brown eyes swept restlessly over the faces of her guests with interest, and her thick red hair was tied back with a leather band that trailed over her bare, slippery shoulders.

Claudine smiled at Marita, her eyes unreal and misty. She bent her back, seemingly idly. Marita saw her newly shaved pussy and felt uncomfortable. She saw that Claudine’s bottom was red and wet and realized that she too had been coated with that scented oil. Claudine stood up straight and lifted her breasts, and Marita noticed two small gold rings framed by Claudine’s light brown nipples so they stayed hard and erect.

Marita couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like for her to wear that thing. Could she stand the pressure of that thing? Claudine seemed proud to wear them. Did Kasim force her to wear them? His brutal imagination could not be underestimated. Marietta shuddered at the memory of what it had been like to have that greased finger in her bottom.

At that moment, a reasonably handsome merchant distracted Marita by grinning at her, revealing shiny gold teeth. He undid his robes, patted his bulging belly, and grabbed his genitals while lifting Marita’s chin and squeezing her cheeks so hard that her mouth was forced open. Marita struggled for her life. The merchant laughed out loud, flattened his already straightened cock, and stabbed it straight at her bottom.

His cock was long and thin, and her lower body immediately met it up and began to squirm. Marita lowered her eyelids, grateful to avoid the reddened face and fiery eyes. But it seemed that this was not the time for merriment, as Kasim appeared beside her.

“Pardon me, dear friend,” he said to the businessman. The latter walked away regretfully, still holding his penis in his hand.

“Ah, must you punish this disobedient slave?” The merchant grinned, “That’s fine, I’ll get my kicks out of others.”

Crotin accepted his impalement with joy. He was still craning his head to see how things were going while he was making love to Claudine.

“Tonight you must look your guests in the eye and please them,” Kasim said to Marita.

Marita was momentarily confused. In her training; the posture of obedience should be to lower her eyes, and this hesitation on her part was immediately seen as disobedience.

“Won’t you answer your master? Well, then, you wait!” Kasim stormed out and started slapping her breasts.

He took turns slapping both her breasts, hitting them so hard they trembled and began to glow. Marita squirmed and cried, the pain was unbearable, she had never been slapped like this before, mixed with pain and some pleasure. Her whole body was shaking. She tightened her thighs together and felt her lower body squirm. Its nipples had tightened and strained, and she began to cry, moaning and voicing straight through her eardrums. Kasim seemed to be shaken as well, and judging by his pretty face, his tight mouth, he seemed to be on the edge of his seat as well. Marietta was pleased that she had managed to stimulate him so.

Marita’s face began to redden and her eyes filled with tears. The merchant watched the scene and couldn’t help but moan with pleasure as he reached an orgasm himself. Many people gathered around to see Kasim and Marita, pointing and talking about her wonderful body. Kasim stepped back and stood away, lowering his hands. The watchers moved away slightly.

Marita shivered and tried to bend over to cover her disembodied breasts. The pain surrounded her, making her cry out, but at the same time the excitement in her body was increasing little by little. She felt the need for “absolute obedience” even more acutely than the day she had been beaten in front of Leila.

Kasim’s hands ran over her reddened breasts, squeezing them tightly and holding them high in the air, admiring their color. They were already a dark red color, the nipples tightening at the top. The guests smashed their mouths appreciatively. Kasim bolted her collar steady to the stone pillar, forcing her chin up higher.

“Hold your head high, Marita.” He grunted. “Lift your chest, I want everyone to admire it. Spread your legs apart. I want the guests to fully enjoy your beauty.”

Marietta bit her quivering lip and wordlessly lifted her chest and spread her legs.

“Good, great,” Kasim said softly. “You’re much more obedient now.”

He wrapped his hand around those body hairs and stroked them for a while. Then ruffled them, exposing her pussy. Marita was in a state of helpless despair. Her pussy seemed to be bursting out, she couldn’t control its writhing, its contractions, all thoughts of defiance, all free will, were mercilessly overthrown by it, leaving only carnal lust like fire.

Kasim touches her face and walks over to Crotin’s side. Crotin smiled and waited for his approval. She licked her lips, which seemed to still have the businessman’s breath on them. She puts her hands on her thighs, making one unconsciously look towards her pussy. Kasim stopped in front of her and she pushed herself up, her naked pussy twitching slightly.

Kasim’s mouth pursed. “You’re too impatient! Put your hands behind your back,” he said, pulling hard on her nipples until she screamed out in pain.

She scrambled to put her hands behind her back. Kasim slapped her plump breasts hard, slap after slap. Claudine’s mouth dropped open in shock; she had never been chastised like this before. Marietta felt a little sorry for her, but at the same time she couldn’t deny that watching that curvaceous body quiver under his hands gave her an unaccountable thrill. Claudine’s lips trembled and her eyes overflowed with tears.

“Now it’s time for you to understand something. What kind of a thing are you? Tell me,” Kasim’s voice was soft. He waited a moment, and when he didn’t get a prompt answer, he slipped his hand into her thigh and fumbled and tugged as hard as he could.

“It’s your …… your obedient slave,” Crotin whispered back, writhing as she did so, a shiver running through her belly.

“You’ll have to remember that from time to time,” Kasim said as his anger subsided a little and he withdrew his hand as he walked across the room and began talking to one of his guests.

Claudine stood frozen behind Kasim, her face red and her eyes overflowing with tears. She was still so shocked that she couldn’t believe it all. She looked at Marita and said in a shaky voice.

“I thought I was special …… after so many days of lingering …… but he actually treated me …… like a common slave. “

Marita understood. Being favored by Kasim did not change her status in the slightest. A wave of inexplicable pleasure washed over her, but there was also fear; Kasim was too cold and unfeeling. They had no choice but to endure the humiliation, fidgeting with their bodies under the gaze of these lustful eyes, ready to be harassed by any of them, with a good eye on them. Already she felt the businessman’s eyes skimming over her shoulders, her breasts, and deadening on her lower body.

From time to time a loud laugh came from her side. Some had gotten lost in her beauty, others were applauding.

“Have you seen that white-skinned slave? That new favorite?”

“It’s wonderful, isn’t it? Such tantalizing breasts.”

“Yes. But she actually has body hair! Unbelievable?”

“I agree, but it adds to her charm, it’s simply unrivaled, and one can’t help but feel the urge to touch it. I wonder yet what it would feel like to caress such a body?”

“Ah yes, it must be an extremely refreshing feeling to put your hand under that beautiful pile of hair of hers.”

“Just ask Kasim, I’m sure he’ll let you try. He’s always been known for his generosity.”

Those last words made Marita blossom. Let’s hope Kasim won’t do that to her. She panicked at the thought of being publicly abused. She knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself anymore then, and Kasim would have to tell her to hold back. Besides, it would be too shameless to curl her back and contract her ass in front of so many people. All of these thoughts terrified her for no reason.

She had been in a state of high arousal since Kasim had applied that scented oil to her, her lower body wet and contracted. And all of this, no doubt, was being watched by Kasim’s guests.

She had hated the gold pants that bound her bottom, but she was now willing to let that shelter her body. This new humiliation left her with no place to hide, wanting to find a dark corner to hide in, as she had to endure one customer after another, either sucking his cock or numbly accepting kisses from one mouth to another, her tongue netted with the salty taste of sweat. And, every detail was scrutinized by many people, who commented on her skill, her will, her various reactions. Oh, could there be anything worse in the world?

Then she heard Kasim speak, and all at once fell into the abyss of all things.

“Ah, Sheridan, my dear friend, you and your entourage are late, but that’s okay, you’re always welcome. Come, come, come, sit down beside me. I see that Gabriel is following you, which is wonderful.”

Chapter 9

Gabri followed a jeweler into the house. Marita looked at him with wide eyes.

The tall, upright slave was even more handsome than she remembered, his light-colored hair cascading around that stalwart face, his sleeveless leather jacket wrapped tightly around his well-developed muscles and buttoned open in the front, revealing toned pectorals and blond chest hair. A wide belt was tied around his waist, his plain white cotton pants were tucked into his boots, and he wore wide wrist guards on his hands.

Marita still couldn’t believe her eyes. It seemed centuries since she had seen him at the bazaar, but she remembered every detail of that time, and his face and face often lingered in her mind. As soon as she saw him, she had a strong desire for him, wanted to jump into his arms, wanted to kiss his lips – such beautiful lips should not be on a man’s face. Her mind was filled with so many thoughts, and all she could think about was him. She wondered what his skin would taste like, perhaps slightly salty, perhaps smeared with scented oil. Oh, if he were to take her in his arms and make love to her,…….

She tried not to stare him dead in the face, not to expose her thoughts. Whereas the marketplace had made Gabriel look like a wounded, trapped beast, now he looked more like a farmer, strong and fit, with more of a different kind of charisma.

Suddenly she was surprised by herself. What was she thinking? She was Cassim’s slave and now a plaything for his and his guests’ pleasure. Fate was so fickle, and she couldn’t help but be saddened by the fact that within just two or three weeks, her and Gabri’s roles had been reversed.

It’s unbelievable. Gabriel will come here and watch how she’s humiliated. Would he take pity on her? Would he desire her? She remembered the way he had looked when he was whipped, and despite her resistance, her cum had eventually shot out involuntarily. Now she was in that same position.

But she wasn’t at least as far away from the crowd as he was. Here, anyone who wanted to toy with her was just out of reach. Would Gabriel be allowed to come up and toy with her too, like the other guests? If that happened, Marita would not be able to stand it. Would he want to make love to her? She knew she was going to be receptive to his pricks – her lust was so strong that she could tangle with almost anyone, no matter who he was – but she needed more than that. Ah, to have his lips kiss hers deeply, to have him caress her lower body and wipe away those wet bodily fluids. She doubted Kasim would allow them to do that.

Marita looked up and saw Sheridan and his women, and Gabri walking towards Qasim, perhaps Gabri did not recognize her, they had exchanged only a few brief glances in the marketplace and at that time, she was still covered in a thick, tight robe. Would he recognize her as the owner of those blue eyes full of admiration and pity?

Gabriel swept her away, his expression immediately focused. Perhaps all he saw were two white-skinned slaves, obediently bolted up? She wondered what his face would look like if he remembered her, so she impulsively raised her eyes to meet his, and then she smiled. A look of recognition flashed across his face. She was instantly filled with joy. A long, long time seemed to pass as their eyes met in silence. She forgot where she was, forgot that she was Cassim’s plaything, and became again the free Frenchwoman she had been, the Frenchwoman who was free to choose her own man. Her eyes were full of tenderness, full of affection, and she projected herself toward Gabriel.

Gabriel was also mesmerized. A small flame burned for her in the bottom of his gray eyes. The two of them already had a certain sense and understanding of each other. The corners of Gabri’s mouth gave away his feelings as well, and Marita’s heart beat violently with it. Gabri looked around and sat down.

At that moment Marietta looked at Kasim, whose unfathomable eyes were slowly looking from her to Gabriel and from Gabriel to her. Marietta’s blood seemed to freeze, and she knew what a mistake she had made. Cassim must have been looking at her intently just now. His look was inscrutable, his eyes cold as ice, his lips almost pursed into a line. He made a face that would not leave her alone, and resumed his duties as his host, entertaining Sheridan.

Marita watched the party unfold with apprehension. Her instincts told her that Kasim was not happy about the scene just now, and she knew that Kasim was capable of anything. Time passed by and the expected storm still had not come, but she was still highly nervous. Sheridan had brought many women with him to put on a show and play games for them.

Kasim seemed to be engrossed in the game, but Marita – who had begun to know him well – realized that he was managing to control a certain excitement in himself. Kasim occasionally lifted his chin and rubbed his cheek, his other hand clutching a glass of juice, his knuckles pinched white. Gabri looked at Marita from time to time, but Marita was no longer afraid to make eye contact with him. She was afraid that neither she nor Gabri could control her feelings, and she was even more afraid of upsetting Cassim.

All the beautiful women in Kasim’s harem came out, holding sweets, hookahs and tobacco. Sheridan clapped his hands and the music stuttered. A woman with a black veil jumped in.

That was Leila. She was wearing a silk dress adorned with little gold sequins. On top was a vest that showed off her ample breasts. She twirled to the beat of the music, her delicate hands changing positions as her jeweled dress and long curly hair flew through the air. She winked at the guests teasingly, shook herself, and jumped to Sheridan, bending down on her knees rhythmically to the music, her head touching the ground all the way. She lifted her head, tsked her mouth, made a flying kiss, and wiggled her tongue again.

The guests next to her applauded and commented appreciatively. Leela danced into their midst again and they pulled at her silk skirt, ripping it off with such force that Sheridan’s face broke into a grin and she joined them. Soon Leela was wearing only a vest, and the skirt underneath was torn to shreds, hanging low over her calves.

Her body was leaning forward, her ample breasts hanging down, her cleavage deep, both breasts touching her thighs, her hair trailing straight to the ground. With a wild whine, Sheridan grabbed her.

“This is my honor!”

Leela smiles and kneels down in front of this jeweler. She assumed a submissive stance and held her pelvis up, rushing at Sheridan. Her pussy was visible in the torn and shredded silk strips. Sheridan’s breathing quickened as Lilah squirmed invitingly, her ample breasts levitating slightly.

“Can’t wait, sweet baby,” he said, his voice rough. “Not so fast, Sheridan knows how to make a woman happy.”

He ran his meaty hands up to her smooth belly, fiddling with the gold chain around her waist. Then his hand slid underneath, lifting those tattered silk strips and going right into Leela, pressing down hard and rubbing up and down. Leela’s bodily fluids flowed out, wetting those tattered silk strips. Sheridan was overjoyed.

“Ah, look how wonderful it all is! It’s so extraordinary, you have a very tantalizing pussy that even I’ve never seen before. I must have a good taste of it. It’s been a long time since my tongue has felt the scent of a woman. No, I can’t wait any longer.” Sheridan glanced at Kasim, waiting for his approval.

“Of course,” Kasim said without moving. “You are certainly free to use any of my slaves as you wish. And may I play with your slaves?”

Sheridan’s eyes felt like they were pinned to Leela’s thighs, and he didn’t seem to hear Kasim’s words. He slowly tore off the rags from Leela’s body, and finally, Leela’s bottom was plainly visible, in full view; it was wet and glistening.

“Stretch your legs,” he said in a muffled voice.

Leila stretched her legs and moved her hand to the lower part, spreading the labia, and the inner part was throbbing. Sheridan’s blood boiled, his eyes narrowed to slits in pleasure, his plump cheeks jiggled and he licked his lips. He defiantly pressed into the center of her thighs and inhaled greedily.

“The fragrance of God!” He gushed, “Forgive me Kasim. I was too oblivious just now. This woman is a treasure. Take whatever you like of mine. All my women are trained and docile. They will all be happy to serve you.”

Kasim stood up, an inscrutable expression on his stiff face. Marita had a foreboding feeling that Claudine was still looking at Sheridan, who was crouching over Leila and licking her like a dog. Everyone seemed to be mesmerized by this wonderful spectacle. Lilah’s head was turned back, her ass quivering slightly as she let out a guttural moan, her fingers digging into Sherim’s hair. The rest of the merchants were each having their own fun, their eyes fixed on Sheridan and Leela while their bodies were entwined with their favored slaves. The sound of skin grinding, jerking and thumping rattled and filled the room.

Only Marita watched Kasim’s movements alertly. Kasim took one step away from the maddened people. Her wide eyes followed him in the same step. Before he stopped, she had guessed what he was going to do. He glanced back at Marita, meaningfully, and then turned his head toward Gabriel.

He’s already decided to punish me. She thought. He knows I want Gabri, so he’s taking the opportunity to humiliate him. He looked at her with stern eyes.

“You heard your master,” he said, “take off your clothes and stretch out.”

It dawned on Marita now. Kasim wasn’t going to hit Gabri, it seemed she had guessed wrong. He loosened his belt and removed his genitals.

“First I will possess your mouth. Then your body,” Kasim said cruelly. “If you can’t please me, something worse awaits you.”

She couldn’t bear it. Kasim was actually going to do something like this for her sake! He was clearly trying to humiliate Gabriel. The other guests had gotten caught up in what was going on here and had gathered around. Gabri stood up slowly, his face reddening, but he obeyed Kasim’s order and began to undress.

“No, Kasim …… don’t …… please …… please!” Marita blurted out without thinking.

However she immediately kept quiet. That didn’t help Gabri. She knew that Kasim was not a soft-hearted man, and that he never gave up his will to the pleas of others. She realized that there was nothing she could do, and the bad consequences had already been planted. Kasim grimaced, refastened his belt, and strided across to her side.

He slapped her a couple times, then grabbed the chain that was attached to her and yanked, forcing her head higher. He whispered, “Still so disobedient? I will clean you up. I expected this and you have not disappointed me. Come over here baby, you’ll watch us play. I’ll be happier with you around.”

It was then that Marita realized she was in a trap. Cassim was just waiting for her to resist. He had sensed that tacit understanding between her and Gabriel and had taken advantage of it. He would never waste such a perfect opportunity to humiliate them both. Her throat went dry, Cassim was so heartless.

His eyes were dark and inscrutable. Oh, but there was a race of heart-stopping fire deep within his eyes. She felt herself immediately burn to ashes at that gaze. Her reason told her not to be tempted by him, but her body welcomed it warmly. One day she was going to make him pay for this, for his searing gaze. She hated that she had to be at his mercy, but she was willing. If she had looked deeper, she would have realized that underneath his cold exterior, there was always something that made her heart sing.

She dragged her leg over to it, a pain in her breasts. Her thigh grazed her pussy and it immediately squirmed involuntarily. The scented oil slid down her thigh. At the sight of Gabri’s body, she immediately held her breath. He had stripped down to nothing, except for his lower body, which still wore a pair of taut leather shorts.

Gabriel was masculine and handsome. He was strong and powerful, and had a look of awe and inviolability about him. Ever since she had seen him that hot afternoon, seen him tremble under the whip, seen his uncontrollable lust, she had carved him deep into her heart, and his austerity, his pride, was even more deeply engraved. This was Gabriel, and perhaps she need not fear him at all for anything; he was always a born and bred slave, passing through year after year of being a slave on the long road of life.

But deep down, she knew Kasim’s personality; he was like a scrying jewel, unassuming at first glance, but able to overshadow Gabriele’s light like the sun is to the moon. Kasim was not only adept at carnal punishment, but under the guise of his appearance he was actually a mortar and pestle, cold, hard, and unbending.

Gabriel, and her, were destined to have no escape.

Marita felt an excitement, and not just for the sake of sexual desire. She felt herself being driven by this force. A hint of stubbornness that refused to be compromised swept over the corners of her mouth and she decided to follow Kasim to the center of the room.

Gabriel unbuckled his belt with his leather pants still on.

“Take it off,” Kasim yelled from the side of the stone pillar. He was bending over to untie Marita, muttering something in her ear as he did so.

Gabriel’s hands rested on his leather pants. He stood straight, his legs slightly apart. Kasim gave a wave of his hand and Ruari immediately assumed the obedience stance that Sheridan had taught him.

He wasn’t afraid of what Kasim would do to him. Sheridan had trained him to be old at this. No lewd gesture of any kind would hurt him; only the frustration of his mind and body would bring him down. Having been under Sheridan’s employ for a short time, such encounters were common enough that he had learned not to mind them.

He’d been told to always be naked, not a stitch, at his master’s beck and call, to sleep on the floor next to his bed, to be tongued from head to toe every day, and to try desperately to suppress his sexual desires whenever he was aroused. At one point he thought he’d die from the torture, but that proved not to be the case. In fact, he found solace in such things.

When Sheridan first allowed him to let it out, he shivered with pleasure and heat. Then Sheridan’s attention turned to women, and he was set aside again, when he hated his master. Yet, looking back, he still savored every detail of the past with relish.

Kasim came straight at him, followed by the blue-eyed woman. The beautiful memories came back to him. At that moment, she was the only one in his heart, in his eyes. Her face was as beautiful as he had been haunted by, with a straight nose, sensual lips, and eyes as blue as the ocean. As for the shapely body, it was even more pleasing to the eyes.

Her hair, on the other hand, was a miracle, so pale in color, like silver threads. They were bound in an iron collar that hung over her shoulders. That gold collar, encrusted with jewels, matched the color of her skin beautifully. He couldn’t help but admire Kasim’s taste to come. Her limbs were long and slender, and unlike the dancing girl, she wasn’t overly seductive or provocative; she just stood there so quietly and so chastely that she was instantly lovable. Her waist was slender, her breasts not too full, but also high and round. Everything about her was a great pleasure for him. Seeing her lower body was another surprise, she actually still had beautiful body hair, which made her look very different. Kasim also actually made an exception and listened to it, and her charm was evident.

Kasim clapped his hands and the slaves ran over and carried away Gabriel’s pile of clothes and brought another low table.

“Bring more lights. I want to see everything in detail.” Kasim said suddenly. He held the chain from Marita’s collar in his hand, casually fiddling with his fingers.

“Well, Marita, we can occupy Gabriel today. Taming a disobedient slave is the most exciting thing ever.” He grinned, “But maybe after a whipping he’ll submit. How about we give it a try?”

Marita. Gabriel chewed the name over and over. Marita, she looked rattled, her hands hanging at her sides, her head occasionally bowed pleasantly to glance at Kasim; unsure whether or not to assume her usual tame demeanor. Gabri felt a tension. Why doesn’t Cassim just order me to please him? But he understood immediately.

It wasn’t just him that Kasim wanted to punish, but Marita as well. Their scowls had made that clear.

Gabriel felt uncomfortable. It would do no good to anger the man; he had heard many anecdotes about Kasim. It was said that Qasim liked to occupy more than the body, that he liked to capture the mind, to strip it of its shell layer by layer, leaving only a naked, uncovered, inescapable soul, from which you could derive great pleasure. Someone else said that Kasim was very skillful in the art of sexual intercourse. But he had just heard Kasim’s slaves gossiping that Kasim had never taken Marita to bed, which was a bit hard to believe. But who knows? Especially with this kind of thing.

But the rumors he’d heard about Kasim were probably true. He was an enigma and an enemy not to be underestimated, Gabriele thought, and his jaw tensed involuntarily. He waited patiently for the storm to break, and was even more unsettled at the thought of having to sell his color and having to take Kasim’s cock in his mouth. His own bluff earlier had seemed foolish in the extreme; Kasim wasn’t a man who got carried away whenever he indulged in the flesh; he had great willpower and self-control.

Sheridah is one thing, Kasim is another.

“Stay close to Gabriel,” Kasim said to Marita. “Does his power not frighten you? But you need not fear, for this is a well-trained slave, meek and tame, always ready to please his master, is he not, as Bri.”

Gabri replied, “Yes, Master.” His voice was thick, and Marita heard a hint of fear in it, and understood what it was for. He was wary of Cassim, just as she had imagined he would be, cautious.

Marita stood and leaned over to look at the kneeling slave. He looked even stronger and more powerful because of the close proximity. His powerful shoulders were back. A broad chest and smooth belly were exposed, and his thighs were parted wide, covered with a well-developed muscle mass. He was almost as tall as Kasim, but appeared a little stronger. Marita felt a little strange seeing a man in a submissive pose for the first time. In the harem, all the slaves were women, while the men in Kasim’s house were all guards and were not allowed to enter the inner palace.

Gabriel’s gray eyes looked at her calmly, not showing as much emotion as they had earlier. Marietta could hardly resist the urge to touch him, to straighten his somewhat disheveled hair. There was an innocent expression on Gabri’s handsome face. He had high cheekbones, thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes that showed his strength as a man, his rigidity, and a gentle mouth that made her unconsciously imagine his childhood as what it should have been as an innocent little boy.

Gabri’s long gaze caused a tenderness to rise in Marita’s heart that she had never felt before. Gabri looked like he could crush Kasim’s head with two hands, but he was still holding still. Oh, he too was a slave to carnal desires, she realized, as were all the women in the harem. Gabri must have been deeply indoctrinated by his master as well, and specially trained to taste the sweetness of obedience.

Oh yes, Ruari was indeed well trained, as she was now. As each day progressed, so did each day she realized what had been hidden from her.

Kasim hadn’t said a word, as if acquiescing to her taking a good look at Gabriel. His expression was rippled, like a marble statue. He was also too cautious to take any chances. But she sensed at the same time that Kasim had perverted his desires somewhat. Kasim slowly rolled up his sleeves and sat down at the low table next to Gabri. He was born idle, his boot-clad feet spread wide and his hands resting on his thighs.

“I would like you to examine this slave for me,” Kasim said to Marita, with a cold smile. “I’ve never used him before, and I think it must be something else. But do you think he’s worth the effort I’d put into toying with him? Tell me, Marita, how does his skin feel to the touch? Is the skin there on the neck the same texture as there on the pecs?”

Marita’s gentle palms slid over Gabriel’s shoulders and moved to his neck. Kasim watched her every move, trying to pick out some trace of affection on her face. She hated him so much for playing them like this, but she didn’t dare resist. Besides, she had found a chance to make contact with Gabriel after all.

Gabriel’s skin was warm and smooth, like a layer of silk lightly covering his muscles, and it was soothing to the touch. She could smell the aroma emanating from his clean hair and the sandalwood scent that surrounded him. She inserted her fingers within his hair, smoothing it over and gently stroking his earlobe. The large thumb pressed into that low spot behind the earlobe with a slight pressure, and a light shiver ran through Ruari. Marita knew he would have rubbed against it like a cat if given permission.

“Well?” Kasim said impatiently.

“It …… it touches …… well, master,” she stammered.

“Well. Just great? I think you’ll have to keep checking. I need to be sure that this slave is really good before I use him. Move your hand down and put it on his chest. Is it hard? Are the muscles firm? And the nipples – suck on them and see what they taste like.”

Gabriel remained motionless. Her hand slid downward, pausing there at his sternum. Under her fingers, she felt his heart was beating fast, giving away his secret. She was amazed he had so much control.

Gabri opened her mouth slightly and let out a long breath. She bent down to suck on Gabri’s nipple and felt a soft warm draft brush against her neck, skimming slightly through her hair. She couldn’t help but be surprised at his boldness.

“Look at his arms. Do you think they’re strong enough? I’ve got to make sure they’ll hold my weight and his when the time comes. Hurry up and tell me, I want him so much sooner than later. Can you imagine how he feels?” He rasped and laughed, “Of course you can’t, how could you. Oh, and …… maybe ……?”

The rest of the words were barely audible. She tensed for a moment, wondering if he had taken in all the details. But he didn’t move, there was a self-satisfied look on his face, and then, not knowing what else had occurred to him, he turned his head and issued a loud command, and one of the slaves came running. Marita’s hand was touching Gabri’s bicep, and this sudden turn of events made her more and more nervous. What new trick was Kasim up to? She knew what that sly look in his eyes meant.

Nervousness aside, a strange and familiar thrill of both fear and excitement surged through her. The slave came over and handed Kasim something, Marita only stole a glance at it without figuring out what it was, it seemed to be something like a leather whip.

“How’s the arm?” Kasim continued to ask.

“He does have strong, strong arms, master!” She barely managed to squeeze out a few words.

“Good, great. Where are the nipples?”

Slowly she went down to her knees, kneeling in front of Gabriel, sticking out her tongue and licking it. She had to be careful to watch out that she didn’t make any overly enthusiastic movements, after all, they were this close together and Gabri’s genitals were already standing up under his leather pants. It was almost touching her body hair, and her breasts were almost pressed into his, close at hand. Marietta almost wanted to pounce on him and embrace him, her nipples already small and hard in the midst of all the intertwined erotic impulses. Ah, how she wanted to press close to him and listen intently to that rapid heartbeat again. But she knew full well that Kasim would not tolerate such behavior.

She had to hide the little impulse she had to fight back. Wrap it up so tightly that no one could notice. She took Gabriel’s nipple and circled her tongue around it, tapping the tip lightly. Oh, it felt so good, so good that she didn’t even want to let go, even if that would invite another slap now. Gabriel’s cloudy breathing was all wonderful music to her ears.

“Sweet nipples, Master,” she said, doing her best to hide the smile that she couldn’t help but spread.

“I saw his leather pants jacked up!” Kasim said, “Be careful, Marita, you’re overdoing it, going beyond my orders.”

She sucked in a breath of cold air. “Yes, Master, pardon me,” she said, with a twinge of remorse in her heart.

Kasim took it all in, and she held her breath, anticipating that he would make her stand up and stomp away. Or maybe he’d make Gabri watch her get punished. Or maybe he’d have Gabriele slap her ass. Her cheeks flew red at the thought and her bottom squirmed.

But Kasim just said, “Take off those leather pants. I want to see that thing and see how sensitive it is.”

Marita unbuckled the belt around Gabriel’s waist and helped him remove his leather pants, and Gabriel’s cock stood erect in front of her. Marietta felt breathless, heat rolling up in her belly. Ever since she first saw it at the fair, she had been imagining what it would feel like to have it inside her …….

“An extraordinary organ indeed,” said Cassim. “Marietta, now you can stay away, this baby is not for you, you will only get the reward you deserve when you are absolutely tamed, and right now all you can do is watch. If you please me, I may let you have a piece of the action. Come and serve me, undress me and remove my cock.”

Kasim let go and an object fell to the floor, the very same leather genitals with a triangular shaped handle attached that the slave had fetched for him. A look of comprehension appeared on Gabriel’s face, his mouth pursed stubbornly into a line.

Marita knew that Cassim would not leave her alone, but in what way, she did not know. She left Gabri with regret, tossing him a hurried smile on her way out, which led her to walk between Kasim’s outstretched feet and remove his robe, his boots, his belt, and then his leather pants. As she began to unbutton his blouse, Kasim ordered her to stop.

“That’s enough. Stand behind me. Marita, you can be my backrest.”

She did as she was told. Kasim sat down at the table, leaning against Marita. He braced his knees, resting his calves on the low table, then spread them apart, his genitals sticking right out, straight at Gabriel.

Marietta’s heart tensed as she saw a look of thirst appear on Gabri’s face. She wasn’t sure who she was more jealous of, Kasim or Gabri. She was bracing herself against Kasim’s body with all her might, and looking down from above, she could see Kasim’s broad shoulders and chest, muscular stomach, and equally toned legs. He had coarse black body hair that covered his lower back.

Kasim’s posture was somewhat similar to the submissive one she always assumed, and for a moment it seemed as if the horns of master and slave had been reversed, but Kasim, however much he might have looked like a slave, had the authority of a master at times in the way he moved his hands and feet. His hands rested flat on the table, the muscles on the backs of his hands occasionally twitching, giving away his nervousness.

Marita couldn’t care less about the other people in the house. The lights were bright above the three of them, while the other guests in the room seemed to be in the shadows, and a grunt or two and a groan could be heard from time to time. It wasn’t hard to imagine that they were each having a good time as well.

Marita did as Kasim instructed, bracing both hands in his armpits to support his weight. His head tilted back against her shoulder, and it was then that Marietta realized how close a relationship they had, and it flattered her a little. She had never been this close to him before. She’d been touched by his fingers, slapped by his hand, oiled by him, bolted to his chain, but all of that, it had only been partial skin-to-skin. And it wasn’t until now, holding his entire body, that she was finally surprised to realize that she harbored such strong feelings for him. It wasn’t that long ago that she thought she would never harbor tender feelings for Kasim, and now she knew how wrong she was, a wave of intense feelings coming at her, knocking her off her feet, catching her off guard, on the verge of turning to smoke and ash. She couldn’t help but shudder. This was too bombastic.

Kasim’s black hair rested against Marita, shaggy and smelling like ambergris. Her cheek was pressed against his, and he had a short new growth of beard on his chin. Marietta impulsively went to kiss his forehead, and he shuddered, and Marietta couldn’t help but smile triumphantly.

Kasim jerked up and raised his head. “Gabriel, climb over here and come pleasure me,” he commanded. There was something very special in his voice, and Marita knew deep down what it was for.

Gabri crawled over on all fours, pouting high on his ass, his long flaxen hair trailing to the floor. Coming to Kasim, he knelt, his firm hands sliding up Kasim’s calves and massaging them with firm pressure. Kasim’s cock jerked up in excitement.

Gabriel held his scrotum with one hand and with the other grabbed his cock and rubbed it repeatedly, stimulating it over and over until a drop of cum bubbled out.

Still on her knees, Gabry stood upright and with her head inclined toward the small of Kasim’s back began to suck on his cock …….

Kasim’s thigh strands began to move, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth opened in an intermittent moan.

His moans were so agonizing and so pleasurable that it made Marita on one side listen to them. She knew how Kasim felt, and watched as his long fingers clenched and unclenched, making him look even more beautiful in the midst of this erotic enjoyment and struggle. She just wished it wasn’t under this situation this occasion to see him like this.

Gabri’s hand was holding Kasim’s ass, when it suddenly yanked hard, his fingers plunging right into the middle. Kasim moaned louder and tried to duck out of the way, but Gabri had a tight grip on him and bit down harder on his mouth.

“Stop ……,” Kasim shouted as his hands balled into fists.

But by then it was too late, his head thrown back desperately, a spasm of bruises on his neck.

Marita couldn’t support herself any longer, her body leaning forward, dead against Kasim’s head. His face had contorted as his entire body reached orgasm. Her lips kissed his mouth, her tongue curling tentatively around his lips, and in no time Kasim reacted strongly to her, kissing her deeply and refusing to let go for a long time. Marita was immediately on cloud nine, so happy she wanted to fly. Kasim raised his arms and wrapped them around her neck.

Suddenly, Ruari spit on his hand, wiped it on his cock, seemingly with great premeditation, and thrust it right between Kasim’s tense ass cheeks. Before Kasim realized what was happening, Gabri had taken possession of him. Gabry lurched forward, letting out a kind of happy, triumphant moan.

“See …… now …… the slave becomes the master,” said Gabriel, squeezing a few words through his teeth.

Kasim jolted back, trying to use it to bounce back up. Marita braced herself against him with great difficulty as Kasim tried unsuccessfully and let out a low sigh of pain. Marietta was still reeling from the joy she had just experienced and was overwhelmed by such a turn of events, she opened her eyes and looked down to find Gabriel hard against Kasim’s ass, which made her suddenly startled and scared.

Gabriel’s face tensed.

“How dare you ……?” Kasim shouted up, anger growing on his face.

Sheridan, watching from the sidelines, let out an exclamation at this point and rushed over to try to drag the revolting slave out of the way. Kasim gritted his teeth.

“No, let go of him!”

Gabriel raised his voice triumphantly and smiled. He spoke softly, so softly that almost only Kasim and Marita could hear him. “Like? You? Has anyone ever treated you like this? Want some more of this?”

He quickly grabbed Kasim’s calf and put it over his shoulder and pressed down hard on Kasim’s stomach so he wouldn’t squirm. Kasim began to come up for air a little. Marita exerted her milky strength to support the unusual weight, and again and again Kasim leaned back as she pushed him forward, again and again, looking as if he was enjoying this movement of Gabri’s and couldn’t help but come up for a good taste of it again and again and again.

Kasim’s genitals were still sticking straight up. He was already red with shame. He was strong. But not strong enough to wrestle Gabriel away from his body. Even though his face was burning red, there was a joyful, excited gleam in his eyes. His cum kept shooting out, landing between him and the small of Gabriele’s back.

Finally, with a yelp, Gabriele let go of him. He braced his hands on the ground and leaned over to look at Kasim, breathing heavily. Droplets of sweat oozed from his forehead. He seemed to regain his submissive appearance, resting his head against Kasim’s stomach for a moment, and when he lifted his face, the imprint of the knot of his coat was left on his cheek. He looked at Kasim with clear gray eyes.

“Is it not a different flavor to be submissive and at the mercy of the Dear Master?” He whispered.

Kasim grabbed a handful of Gabri’s long hair, yanked him to his feet, and kissed him hard. Gabri struggled as hard as he could, and by the time it was easy to break free, he had a smear of blood on his bottom lip.

“For this ‘other flavor’ you will be punished,” said Kasim coldly, “and I shall be there to see your gallantry then.”

Sherida came over and tugged Gabri away, the guests still in shock. Marita picked up Kasim, draped him in robes, and quietly stepped back. Kasim had been a little disoriented by Gabri’s surprise attack and had forgotten that there was that moment of warmth between them. The pain of her disappointment was truly beyond words. Her lips still seemed to reminisce about the scorching kiss she had just received, and she hated Gabri for it, for stealing Kasim from her side.

But when she saw Sheridan’s outburst of rage, she threw all her worries away. Sheridan’s lips were white and blue, and his hands were clenched together so tightly that he was almost out of control. He spat viciously at Gabri, who was on his knees in a submissive position.

“I’ve been so good to you, and you’ve repaid me like this! You’re a bastard, you …… you you you viper! I’m going to starve you for a week …….”

Gabriel’s head was bowed so that it was impossible to read his expression. And he didn’t argue. Marita was suddenly in awe and respect for Gabri in that moment, and how she wished she had that kind of courage to fight back.

“I …… am simply ashamed, my dear friend,” stammered Sheridan, turning his face to Kasim, “that this slave should have done such a treacherous thing on your ground! Oh, I am ashamed to see it. It is an offense to you, and to my dignity, and I shall try to remedy the situation. We’ve been friends, business associates, always. What shall I do to remove the unpleasantness between us?”

Kasim slowly paced over to Gabriel and looked down at him. The room fell silent for a moment, everyone holding their breath. A tired smile crept across Kasim’s face.

“You can sell me this slave,” he said.

Chapter 10

The idea was immediately taken up, and Sheridan had to give up Gabriel.

“I will miss you, Ruari. But in defense of my dignity, you must leave me, without negotiation. Be careful in the future, and, moreover, be as absolutely loyal to Kasim as you are to me.”

Sheridan glanced at Kasim and said calmly, “It is wonderful that we are still in business. I rely heavily on your cooperation and help. There is only one thing …… Perhaps you would be willing to drop by and bring Gabri on your visit?”

“Of course.” Kasim said succinctly, “Goodbye, old friend.”

Sheridan immediately turned around and walked away with his entourage and a portion of his guests.

Gabriel watched his old master until he disappeared out of sight. He watched woodenly, his face expressionless, but his hands had balled into fists. In his opinion, Sheridan had been a good master, and now, what did he expect? Alas, it was too late for regrets. Still on his knees, he assumed a submissive posture and waited for his new master’s orders.

Kasim continued to greet the guests who had stayed behind. Leila, Claudine and Marita are sandwiched between them, hookahs and tobacco in hand. Kasim hands Gabri to the guards.

“Tell the slave to wash him and put on a gold collar-the one with the gray buckle. Then put a belt chain on him and bolt his hands behind his back so he won’t be dishonest. When you’re done take him into that little bedroom and fix him up there. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Marietta was in turmoil and couldn’t stop thinking about Gabriel. She was worried that the guards would surely screw him hard, or even have fun with him. She had heard long ago that whenever the guards caught a chance to be alone with a slave, they never let it go and did everything they could to play with it. Undoubtedly Kasim knew this well and acquiesced. She could only console herself with the fact that Gabry was a big, strong man, and that they were bound to be able to subdue him.

After a short while, Kasim sent off one guest after another and called her over.

“Walk through this archway and down the hallway to my bedroom and meet me there.”

Her heartbeat accelerated. Gabriel is there now. What did Kasim want again? She stepped into the smaller, yet still opulent room, which smelled of lilies. The walls were plastered with red and gold tiles, and the room was dominated by a bed with red velvet sheets pulled over it. Other than that, there were some wooden benches and a few brass tables. The floor was covered with a golden carpet. These things created a soft atmosphere, and she got the impression that Kasim was good at setting and mixing colors. Was this where he had brought Claudine? She imagined their writhing bodies behind the red curtains, and inexplicably a jealous rage rose.

Gabriele was leaning against one wall, sitting on a bench, stripped to the waist and wearing a shiny gold collar around her neck. The collar had a ring with a chain bolted to the wall. There was also a thick gold chain around his waist. His skin looked a bright pink color, thanks to a fresh bath and perfumed oil all over his body. Long flaxen hair dripping with water was draped over his shoulders.

She walked over to Ruari without a word, though she sensed his surprise. Their eyes met.

“Did Kasim call you?” He said.

She nodded. “He told me to come here and wait for him.” After a moment, she asked, “Why did you do that when you knew it would do no good to piss him off?”

Gabriel laughed slightly. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because of my hatred. Maybe it’s for you.”

Marita blushed. “But you’re taking too much of a risk. Kasim will not tolerate any kind of defiant behavior. He might take you in for a public flogging. How do you know he’ll buy you?”

“Because he hasn’t had a chance to humiliate me, and you. He wants us both. Don’t you realize that? He wants to see the two of us together. That he’ll force you to use me, as he’s been planning for a long time?”

“Is that so?”

“Didn’t you see that genitalia? You should know what he’s going to use it for.”

Marita shook her head.

Gabriel laughed again, “Have you never used one of these? I can’t even begin to imagine that there are such pure people in Qasim’s harem. You are too charming, Marita, and worth the risk I would take for you. If I could move my body,” he looked at his chained wrists, “I’d kiss your sweet lips without regard for anything else and let all your ‘purity’ run away with you until you begged me to stop- -“

“That’s why it was wise to keep you on a leash!” Kasim said, striding into the room with the contraption Gabriel had mentioned in his hand, “You know me well. No doubt you thought you could get away with letting Marita use you in public for such humiliation. But no one can resist my will, past or future. I just want to be left alone to enjoy the scene.”

Gabriel’s eyes turned cold and hard. “Why do you want to humiliate this woman? If you have to, go ahead and hit me, go ahead and take it out on me, just leave her alone.”

“What infatuation!” Kasim sneered. “Oh, I would beat you, of course, but that wouldn’t be enough to take the sting out of my heart. Besides which, how could I pass up such a wonderful opportunity?”

He says as he moves to undo the chain around Gabri’s waist so he can get to his knees. Kasim kicks his knees away and slaps his ass hard twice.

“Spread your knees and ass! Open them more, open them more. Assume a submissive position. You are my man now, be good and do as you have always been trained to do.”

Gabri grunted, struggling hard on one side, and Kasim laughed. “Don’t you want a taste of that punishment? You’re not going to try to trick me. You should know that if Marita doesn’t submit, she will be punished. And if you don’t submit yet. She won’t get away with it either. Is that what you want? For all I know, you care about her.”

Gabriel immediately stopped his futile resistance. He stretched out his legs, bent his back, and spread his knees wide.

“Hit me-master,” he whispered.

“Do I use a belt or a whip?” Kasim said musingly. “No, I think I’ll use my hands. I’d be happy to touch your warm, quivering flesh directly.”

Kasim slapped Gabriel on the ass and a deep mark appeared on Gabriel. Kasim hit and stopped, having to take a break every now and then to admire the marks. Each blow hit hard and made a crisp sound. Gabriel’s body was in spicy pain and he couldn’t help but cry out. His teeth were clenched so tightly that the sound came out of them, sounding strange. Each blow was torture for him, but he didn’t move a muscle, with no intention of escaping.

Marita gazed at him with a pang in her heart. His thighs were already a dark red color, and Marietta simply couldn’t bear to look at them any longer. The sound of the slaps in her ears, and the shouts such as Brie’s trying desperately to swallow back, both gave her a pang.

Kasim fought for a long while before he stopped, gasping for air and lightly touching his sore palm.

“You should be doubly lucky for such a light punishment, Gabriel. Other masters would surely have used a whip when it came to this sort of thing. You stay here and enjoy the taste. I still have to make preparations for Marita. Oh, she’s going to be so much more attractive.”

Marita lowered her head and waited for Kasim’s instructions. Gabriel was absolutely right. She was part of his punishment.

“Come here,” said Kasim, “spread your legs, I’m going to put this in.”

He pulled out the genital device and that’s when she really got a clear look at it. It was made of black leather and was intimidating.

“It’s a punishment tool, isn’t it? He’ll always remember what happens when he defies me. You’re going to stick this in him!”

Marita sniffed in a moment of horror. This thing was so thick, there was no way Gabrie could take it. She took a step backwards, all the while knowing that Cassim was not to be disobeyed or he would punish her in worse ways, whether she wanted to or not.

“Well?” Kasim said.

Marita shuddered and parted her knees. Kasim’s hand held the thing straight into her.

“Your taming really pleases me. You’re going to love this thing, Marita. I know you don’t want this, but I do. I love to see you able to delight yourself …… an irresistible joy spreading all over your body, and that’s a wonderful feeling yet. Understand?”

She shivered, thinking all the while that she would never get pleasure from humiliating Gabri in this way. But Kasim had already moved on, without a word, and her pleasure immediately rose uncontrollably.

Kasim immediately took a thin whip and tied it around the middle of her ass to her waist.

“See, Marietta, everything went as planned, exactly as I expected. When I needed you to restrain your rapture, you did your best to resist it, and now, when I want you to indulge to your heart’s content, you’ll do as you’re told. Despite some of your resistance, your flesh clearly loves it; it’s a fluttering sensation. There’s equally no doubt that Gabriele gets pleasure from it as well, especially since you’re the one who’s going to do the job, and he’s begging for it. I, on the other hand, would love to see such a joyous spectacle and know that you hate me to death while doing so! Don’t you think we are engaged in a most wonderful dance?”

Marietta’s cheeks flushed red. Indeed they were, and she was powerless to control the emotions of this tingling pleasure. Her lower body was writhing madly, and she was on the verge of collapse.

Wave after wave of heat rolled through the small of her back, a whole new level of ardor rising as her insides had begun to falter, had begun to willingly prepare to obey him.

Kasim’s hands kept moving, while his face wore a sort of satisfied smile as he watched her face spasm.

“Well, it’s time for you to start your mission. Go over there.” He slipped a vial into her hand. “Apply the oil first to relax him, I don’t want to make him suffer too much. My new slave will bring me no end of joy.”

Kasim clasped his arms and stepped back with a grin as he watched Marita uncork the bottle, she inserted her fingers into the bottle and dipped the oil and then applied it to the utensil until it glowed brightly.

“Great, now there’s still time to anoint Gabriel. Use your fingers to anoint it and rub it into him.”

Marita knelt behind Gabriel and delicately anointed him, he didn’t say a word, and soon his lower body was glowing as well.

“Well, here goes.” Kasim said in a muffled voice. He had stepped to the side of Gabriel so that he could see the whole thing clearly.

Marita only had a hard-on. She held the implement and smelled the body odor of his lower body. She pressed it in carefully, and Ruari gasped, writhing back and forth, swinging her head in agony all the while, her shoulders high as if she couldn’t breathe.

“Stab it in some more, Marietta, until the thing is all covered,” ordered Kasim.

“Wait,” said Gabriel, “have some compassion, slow down!”

Kasim laughed dryly. “Do as he says, Marita. I do want to end this game too soon, too.”

Marita continued to thrust in little by little, unable to stop herself from shuddering. Her bottom was warm and stupid and she couldn’t wait to be the implement, taking over Gabriel bit by bit.

Almost half of it was in Gabriel’s body. He was still standing up straight, trying to hold his breath. Marita grabbed the shaft and rubbed it repeatedly to get it in deeper.

The muscles in Gabriel’s back writhed. He twisted his lids away and clenched his teeth in death. The sight touched her even more; she understood his shame and his will; he was truly something to look up to. And while he was suffering, how could she not? The urge inside her was getting stronger and stronger, and it was more than enough to allow her to do the job at hand with all her might. She placed her hand on Gabriel’s ass, the heat from it burning her palm. Oh, so hot, so arousing. She stirred even more.

Gabriel’s ass shook and a moan escaped. She thrust a little deeper. She was so intent that all control ran out the window, all she knew was to keep stabbing this thing in, Gabriel’s moans, Kasim’s watching she couldn’t care less. The thin rope around her waist strangled her, and it seemed as if all the blood had run to her lower body, burning with desire.

She was almost entirely lost in the pleasure. The rope strangled between her ass cheeks went deep as her body undulated, adding to her frantic impatience and ugliness. Oh, come on, she couldn’t hold back much longer.

Then she found Kasim’s arms wrapped around her, his mouth on her neck, nipping gently at her skin.

“You’re beautiful, dear Marita. How does it feel? Isn’t it tasty? Tell me honestly. I know your true thoughts, so don’t try to hide them from me. Do you think it’s better to be a master than a slave?”

“No …… no, Master,” she gasped, sore and weak, her mind too foggy to react to what Kasim meant.

That strong body lunged against her, against her thigh, and a sweet sensation surged through her. The scent of Kasim surrounded her, making her blood boil like fire. This was exactly what she’d been waiting for. What was there for her to resist?

Kasim’s long fingers pinched her nipple, twisting it repeatedly, and his mouth covered her lips in a deep kiss, this time completely for her. His mouth sucked hard on her tongue, and a shiver ran through her as she tasted his mouth, a wave of joy surging through her body, and she couldn’t help but lose her voice and moan. The pleasure came in bursts and the whole world ceased to exist. Vaguely she heard Gabri’s shouts as well, the three of them seemed to be engaged in a sort of voodoo game, everything around her was eclipsed, and all she could hear was Kasim calling her name. Opening her eyes, she turned out to be slumped against Gabri’s broad back, his bound hands having touched her breasts.

“You may go now, Marietta,” drawled Kasim. “You must have given it a tiring day, and I am pleased with you, my little darling; it is time for you to go back to the harem, take a bath, and rest a while, and I will visit you again soon.”

Kasim clapped his hands and a slave came out. She helped Marita organize herself and led her out of the room. Marita couldn’t help but look back at Gabri.

“Don’t think of Gabriel any more,” said Kasim, “you’ve punished him enough. As a matter of fact, it was done very beautifully indeed. Well, he’s my slave now, and you’re not likely to see him again, ever.”

Gabriel was covered in pain, mixed with a lustful pleasure. His ass and scrotum were fucked up enough by that thing in Marita’s hand. Marietta was so hard, like a strong man with only a momentary lust for herself, that she could actually lay such a heavy hand on him. He didn’t know how long Kasim had been drooling over her, only that for a moment she leaned over him, her breasts pressed against his back, making him tense up for a moment, his breath catching.

Only for that one moment could his and her lusts meet together and immediately separate again. He knew that Marietta hadn’t cared about him at all then; she’d been too busy reveling in the joy of Kasim’s favoring her. Gabriel had a feeling of being cheated. He wanted Marita so badly, wanted to stroke her silver hair, wanted to tell her she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, wanted to see those blue eyes burning with lust, wanted …… to.

They met only thus briefly and had to part again, perhaps never to meet again. For a moment he had thought that Kasim would order him to pleasure Marita while Kasim enjoyed himself. Now he knew that Kasim would get no pleasure from doing so, for he cared for Marita just as much, and so he parted them so easily!

Gabri laughed silently as he realized that Kasim had turned out to think of him as a love interest, and he was sure of that when Kasim had certainly never been threatened by any man before this. That was probably why Kasim was punishing him, too. Who knew what was going on in his new master’s mind?

“You’re doing great.” Kasim said to Gabriel, loosening his belt. “Right now I don’t want to get laid. I want you to keep pleasuring me, Rubery, and maybe – just maybe – I’ll let you see Marita in the shower. Now you get on the bed on your back, ass to me, spread.”

Just the thought of seeing Marita in the shower was enough to make Gabri’s blood boil. Gabri closed his eyes and did as Kasim ordered. Ugh, how he wished there was some way he could get Marita. He would do anything to get her.

Kasim applied a lot more oil to his lower body and he didn’t struggle. “So, you are a very disciplined slave now?” Kasim asked.

“Yes, Master, all as you wish.”

“We’re authorized to go to the picnic!” Leila told Marita and Claudine.

Marita was wearing a short silver colored top. Underneath were a pair of baby blue silk pants. The front of the pants was open, so all of her body hair was exposed. Leela always made Marita dress like this, and every time Kasim suddenly appeared, he would see that his orders had been carried out without fail.

“A picnic? How wonderful. We’ve been in this harem for what seems like ages, bored out of our minds with these walls every day,” said Claudine.

Marietta looked up at her friend with a smile. Claudine was picking a large bunch of lilies, ready to use them to embellish the curtains of her bed.

“You only need to bring your veils and gloves. Everything is ready, come on,” said Leila.

Marita lay down on the grass by the river and closed her eyes.

The sun warmed her body and a scent of watercress came from the river. The boat bobbed lazily on the calm water.

Marita propped up an arm and took a small sip of her drink. It was cool, with a refreshing flavor. The other women hid behind the trees, taking off their shoes than and recuperating in the shade. The female guards stood a short distance away, laughing indulgently and chatting loudly.

Marietta looked around and saw that everyone was enjoying themselves, but she couldn’t be happy. Perhaps it was the creek, the river, the merry crowd, that reminded her of the free life she had had. She thought that she had been in the harem for a long time, living a leisurely life, eating delicacies from the sea, wearing silk and satin, wearing gold and silver jewelry, surrounded by beautiful women. And none of that mattered, what mattered was Kasim himself.

In the week since the day of the feast, Kasim had not visited the harem. She felt that something had changed in their relationship, that it wasn’t just slave and master anymore, that the gulf between them seemed to have been bridged. She’d seen a glimmer of hope when he’d kissed her so passionately – and then, there had been Gabri.

Now she was also a little confused; yes, she wanted Gabri, and she wanted Kasim, but Gabri wasn’t Kasim. Gabri wouldn’t have put her in such deep sweet distress, and underneath his robust, beautiful exterior he didn’t have a hidden bestiality like Cassim did. That bestiality she had herself. Of course, the lust in her heart was easily quelled if only Gabri was allowed to pleasure her.

But Kasim got jealous and became more and more cruel. He kept Gabriel far away from her, and was no longer frequent in her presence. Perhaps he had lost interest in her? If so, then her days as the center of attention in the harem were gone. What a joke that would be. She was his prisoner, and once she lost his attention, she had to become a prisoner of her own feelings. Ugh, her life was such a mess. She turned around and slumped to the ground. Not far away, the women laughed shrilly and harshly.

The sun was setting in the west and the women were getting ready to go back. Marietta put on her long gloves and veil, when a couple of wagons arrived, bumping over the bumpy road and trudging through the alleys. There were very few people in the neighborhood, just a few businessmen who had just closed their stores and a few children carrying firewood or fetching water home. Suddenly, with a breaking sound, one of the wheels of the wagon broke.

Many women ran screaming to see the wagon pull up to the curb.

“Spread out,” yelled one of the guards, getting out of the car quickly and running over to calm the frightened horse.

Marita followed the crowd a few steps back. The women seemed to be flocking up to see what was going on. Another wagon arrived, carefully maneuvering through the crowd, careful not to run into the one on the side of the road. The guards formed a circle, trying to quell the chaos. Everything was out of control.

There’s also a narrow alley nearby, and at the end of the alley is the light. Freedom! A crazy thought rose in Marita, and she quietly slipped aside and ran into that alley without a second thought.

No one chased her. No one spotted her either. She darted on, through one secluded street and alley after another, and finally couldn’t run any longer and stopped to catch her breath. She leaned against the wall and looked around. This street was almost identical to the one where the accident had just occurred. What to do? She was clueless and couldn’t figure out which way to go. It was then that she realized how stupid she was, she had no money with her, and she was wearing the harem’s special clothes, so it was a dream to escape.

She turned to the cold street. It was already dark, and who knew what might happen. Would there be robbers! A closed door mocked her, terrorized her.

Maybe if she ran back she could still catch them. The wagon would have to be repaired for a while, and this was the only chance she could miss. She began to run back, however she soon realized she was simply lost and didn’t know where to go. It began to rain, dripping on her hair, her face, and wetting her black veil.

She walked aimlessly, and without realizing it, she entered a farmhouse, which she exited in a panic and walked down another alley. There was a carriage parked in front of a large house with a balcony, she saw the crest on the door, oh my God, this was Cassim’s house! She looked again at the carriage, and there, sitting in the carriage window, was none other than Gabriel!

It seemed as if Kasim and the coachman were not with him. She stepped forward and pushed open the door of the cart with a trembling hand, and from the force of her effort she almost fell.

“What are you-” said Gabriel in surprise.

She pulled the veil from her face. “You must help me, please, Rubery. I was foolish enough to do such a thing. That-that carriage was to take us back to the harem, but the wheel broke and I ran away, but now I realize I can’t recognize the road at all, and I must get back before they find out …….”

“Marietta! You won’t think how much I long to see you again, but this is terrible! If Kasim finds out that you tried to escape …… of course I’ll certainly help you, but what do you want me to do?”

He reached up to touch the gold collar he wore around his neck. His hands had been untied, but the ring on his collar was still tied to a gold chain, the other end of which was secured to the wall of the wagon. He could move freely in the wagon, but he couldn’t walk away from it either.

Marietta was on the verge of tears with disappointment as she looked around, the wagon was spacious and gave off a leathery odor. The four walls and seats were made of black cowhide, all nailed down securely. The windows were small and framed with stained glass that let in a faint shimmering light.

“There!” She pointed to the rug under the seat. “I’ll get under here and you’ll cover me with the rug so Kasim won’t notice, and that’ll bring me into Kasim’s house.”

She turned to Gabriel. Her face was red from running so fast. There were still raindrops on her face. “Do you think this will work?” She asked anxiously.

Gabriel reached out and pulled her over to him, kissing the corner of her mouth and running his fingers through her messy hair.

“Maybe okay, we can try, I’ll help you. But Kasim won’t be back for a while, you don’t have to climb down there early, do you? Let’s make the most of this hard-earned time, oh, I want to hold you so much, I want to talk to you so much, but most of all – I want to possess you. There may not be such a chance in the future.”

Gabri wrapped his arms around her, and Marita slumped helplessly against him. She was tired and scared, but at the same time her desire for him rose a little more under Gabri’s touch. Yes, there might not be such a good opportunity again. She moved to kiss Gabri, who lowered his head and kissed her lip line, her chin, her neck, her breasts.

“Wait,” she panted, making a move to undo her tunic and open her breasts.

Gabri groaned and buried his head in her deep cleavage. He ran his tongue over her nipple and Marita threw her head back. He sucked hard, nibbling gently, and she couldn’t help but breathe short, her bodily fluids sliding down her thighs. She was ready for him.

Marietta’s hands were on his silk shirt, unbuttoning it to expose his shoulders, and he slid his loose silk pants down in the process.

He was so beautiful she had almost forgotten what a stunning body he had.

“I’m sorry I hurt you that day. That utensil ……”

“Shhh,” he said, putting his finger over her mouth, “it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters at this point.”

He smelled like lemons and she looked down at his erect cock, imagining how it would enter her. Suddenly she grabbed him in an irrepressible grip and said, “Come now, I can’t wait.”

“You’re so impatient,” he whispered teasingly. “Don’t you know you have to take your time to savor a good dish?”

He gently pressed her into the seat and lay back, kissing her breasts as he did so, his hand going around her waist to unbuckle her pants.

Marita covered his hand. “Don’t have to go to that trouble, you see,” she said as she parted her legs and showed Gabri her oddly shaped pants. Gabry hemmed and hawed.

“Is this what Kasim told you to wear like this?”

“Yes, he likes me to show off the ‘Golden Hair’ when I do.”

“This time of year, I like the idea too.” Gabriel said, leaning down, his cheek pressed against her lower back.

The collar around his neck was cool against her skin, and the chain rattled for a moment. She felt him kissing her lower back, his breath hot on his exhale.

“The first time I saw you at the fair I was going to settle for you. I didn’t even know who you were then. You were the only thing in my eyes then, and the cheers of the crowd stayed away from me. Then, at the banquet, I wanted to kneel before you and do this …….”

She moaned softly as his tongue flicked against her lower body, his cheek pressed against the base of her leg, nourishing and savoring. Marita cradled his head, her hand catching his ear hard.

It felt so wonderful that she couldn’t stop her bodily fluids from sliding out. She tilted her head back, her body rising up to touch that hot mouth, a soft sigh escaping her mouth.

“You’re ready now, but I’m going to make it even faster for you …….” Gabriel said in a muffled voice.

“I …… I’m almost …… done,” said Mary Hitch, coming up for air.

“So, that’s it?” Gabriel said, “Let your quivering body meet my lips,” and he sucked up gently.

Marietta lost her voice, she was literally pleasured beyond words as Gabri left her lower body and kissed her mouth. She tasted a musky flavor that was her own bodily fluids. His body was fully pressed against her, his chest pressed against his breasts impaling her.

It was too strong. She couldn’t help but shrink back gently. Gabriel kissed her deeply …… After much later, as Gabriel drew back and looked at her intently.

“So, all those rumors are true? You haven’t done this with any man yet? But you’ve been in Qasim’s harem for so long that he’s let you go? Why? I want to know.”

“What do you mean by that? What lore?” Marita asked, confused for a moment. “I don’t know any legends. It’s true that no one …… has ever entered me like this. What does it matter? I like this, I like the feeling of you entering me.”

Gabriel grinned and kissed her cheek. “Your request is my will, and I won’t hurt you.”

It did, and after a moment, he slid gently back in. Marita closed her eyes and felt him move gently inside her. It felt marvelous. ……

Their bodies oozed sweat. He moaned hoarsely and suddenly stopped and pulled out. She felt his cum drip down onto her stomach. Gabriel’s lids were buried in her neck, whispering her name. She smiled softly.

They lay still, not saying a word. Gabriel kisses her hair.

“You should hide now. It’s almost time for Kasim to finish his business, and he’ll be back soon. He thinks very highly of you, you know, definitely more than you can imagine. What would he look like if he saw us like this?”

Marita smiled slightly and was about to speak when the door was pushed open and a cool breeze blew in.

“I would say,” Kasim came in angrily, “that I do think highly of her. That makes what she did all the more unforgivable.”

Marita panicked. She shakily got up and dressed. Kasim’s face was cold, like a stone statue. His eyes were cold, but there seemed to be something hidden behind the anger. Sadness? Certainly not.

“You will be publicly whipped tomorrow,” Kasim said, staring at her. Almost swallowing her. “And you and this friend of mine will be given to the guards as playthings.”

Chapter XI

Marietta tossed back the hair that cascaded over her forehead. The air was warm and fragrant, and she still shivered.

It was getting light. The townspeople would soon flock to the marketplace, bustling about to start a new day of business.

In the meantime, they’ll have found her out.

Her earlier courage had now long since dissipated, bit by bit, until there was no trace of it, and her mind was filled with all sorts of strange and bizarre thoughts, one more frightening than the other. She knew that Self wouldn’t be hurt too badly – just physically. It wasn’t so much the gore that the crowd liked to see, but the embarrassment of her nakedness and the way she looked as she was whipped. Directly above the punishment table, there was a notice posted stating that anyone who wanted to come and torture her had permission to do so.

She couldn’t stop shaking and shivering.

Wooden posts bound her bare calves. Her shoulders were covered with the Guard Captain’s tunic. She didn’t need it to keep out the cold, but it covered at least part of her body. Soon she would have to face the prying eyes, endure the hostile looks, and every inch of her body was doomed to be inescapable, just as she had, earlier in her life, been unable to escape the ravages of the guards at all.

“Everything is ready, now we can escort her to the crowd. They know how to deal with a defiant slave.” The captain of the guard said as he bent down to kiss her shivering lips.

He winked at her and walked away. A warmth flooded through her. He walked among the guards and drank with them. Marita was sure Kasim hadn’t authorized them to do so, but perhaps if they did drink, Kasim wouldn’t think anything of it. Just like he wouldn’t have cared that they had wantonly toyed with her and gang raped her.

But they didn’t do that. Only one person suggested such an idea.

She bounced a little and a pain shot through her calves and stomach. In addition to the fear, she felt a weariness spread throughout her body. It was nice, after a night of revelry with Gabri, her sexual hunger had been satisfied and she wouldn’t be burning with desire over the slightest bit of movement.

It was only natural that the guards would toy with her, she had expected this. What shamed her was the fact that her flesh reacted to them so unashamedly, so strongly.

“That’s what farmers like to fiddle with,” they grinned, patting her breasts and ass as they did so.

At first she twisted as hard as she could, clanking the chains on her hands. Her wrists were chained to two wooden posts, the chains were long and hung low. The guards became more brazen as they made her kneel and lie on her back, admiring her from different angles. Then they made her kneel again, raising her thigh bones so that they could admire her body hair in great detail. Scratching her head in their hungry eyes shamed Marita.

They continued to touch her and kiss her; standing almost in a half circle around her. One of them glanced pleadingly at the Captain of the Guard, then ordered her to turn to him. He removed his cock and stroked it without beginning. With a look of impatience on his face, he grinned at the others and said, “Now this fallen beauty is going to show us the routine she learned in the harem, which is said to be quite enjoyable. We get to see how her tiny mouth and slender hands can please a man.”

Marita had expected this. She nodded and meekly began to suck on the guard’s cock, flicking her tongue around it. The hand then rubbed gently over his lower body. The guard was so excited that it took a long time before he reached orgasm. By the time the second guard came, she was pleasuring him all with her hands. He shuddered and forgot all about it in pleasure. The rest of them took turns coming over for some enjoyment.

Most of these guards were young, brave and unaware of self-control. She made them all come alive, and their young, fresh, robust flesh gave her a sense of arousal. Of course they didn’t care if she was happy or not, all they cared about was their own feelings. Ah, these selfish young men. Their masculine scent, their hunger, the different shapes of that thing, the sound of their voices, all of it made her tingle.

The captain of the guards, a strong middle-aged man, narrowed his eyes and stared coldly from the sidelines. He did not join the group of reveling young men. He was handsome, strongly built, and had thick brown hair that clung to his head. When all were finished, he approached Marita and loosened the belt of his pants. She expected it to be the same as before, but he had other intentions.

He took out a bottle of balm and gently applied it to the part between her legs. At first the grease was thick and sticky, cool against her flesh, her body heat warmed it up a bit and it melted away, sliding down her thighs.

It was somewhat similar to the process of applying scented oils in a harem, but this grease was much more primitive. The grease smelled faintly of leather mixed with horse sweat, and the Guard Captain’s touch was tactless, but the sensation of the grease slowly sliding down her thighs and his fingers rasping roughly over her body made her flush again. When his fingers slipped inside her, she reacted immediately and strongly.

“Don’t hurt this pretty slave. I’m doing a pretty good job, aren’t I, boys?” The Captain of the Guard grinned, “Well look at that, I’ll make sure you’re all wet down there in a few moments.”

His hands moved to Marietta’s breasts and continued to smear them. He kissed her hard and hot, with an odor of cheap wine. But the kiss was also pleasurable, his thick lips against hers, his tongue in her mouth, and she was appalled to realize she couldn’t wait to react to him.

He pushed Marita to the ground, flat on her back, and the Captain of the Guard knelt between her legs. The others looked at him with red eyes and a burst of erection.

“Okay, baby,” moaned the Captain of the Guard, “spread your knees and let me in.”

The small of his back pressed against her and he stabbed in hard. Marita couldn’t help but cry out, in pain and pleasure.

“Go on, there. Ah, you’re such a treasure inside. Do you feel me making you come alive quickly? Did I perform as well as your master? Did you enjoy it? Uh?”

The eyes of the other guards came closer, and she couldn’t care less about her shame, she just moaned out loud, writhing all the while. His movements were rough, but they turned her on even more. His hands were moving all over her body, and inside she thought it felt good. It was almost comparable to Gabriel’s, though the former was rough and tactless and she felt more of a primal pleasure.

To feel what it was like to have a man inside you, to feel his almost insane desire. It had only begun with Gabriel. Captain Guard groaned, his face buried between her breasts, his greased hands wrapped around her waist, moving in and out of her as she pushed up slightly to meet him. His large fingers rubbed roughly against her skin as well. He had imposed his will on her, but she was able to forgive him. Her whole body was hot, wanting nothing more than to give all of herself to this man. Suddenly a weakness came over him and he withdrew from her, as if it was the price of the orgy. Captain Guard paused for a moment, sweating with impatience.

Sweat was still dripping from Marita’s body, and with the grease and her own bodily fluids, she slowly slid downward, still lost in pleasure. In this moment she suddenly realized something; when a man stabbed his woman, he would suddenly weaken. Some men seemed very reluctant to recognize this fact and were willing to show a strength that would conquer his woman. It was for this reason that Kasim did his best to control himself and not enter her, that was why he did not take her to bed, he was afraid of revealing his weakness.

She’d never thought that Kasim saw her as an individual, she’d always assumed that he just thought of her as his new slave and did everything he could to humiliate her. She was wrong, he really wanted her. Leila had said so, and so had Gabriel. Everyone else had seen the truth, and she had been so confused, had been mesmerized by appearances. The truth was actually plain to see. The more Cassim loved a woman, the more he had to restrain himself. He went to great lengths to torture her with all kinds of punishments, trying by all means to make her obey, and only through this way could he maintain his dignity as a master.

She saw it clearly now, completely and utterly. Wait until I get back to the harem …… she thought. Suddenly a new fear plagued her. What if Kasim left her here and didn’t want her anymore?

The captain of the guard kissed her neck and breasts, his whiskers prickling her skin and dragging her back to reality. He was stabbing into her again, and she couldn’t think any further, letting out a low moan as all of her thoughts and all of her movements all focused on him again. She lifted her leg and grazed the wide spine of the Guard Captain, raising her body slightly. The Guard Captain was so happy to see this that he pushed harder and harder. She whispered softly into his ear, encouraging him to continue.

“Harder, come in, honey. Oh, I’m going to collapse. Look at me all wet, it’s all for you, it’s all for you, I want you, you take me, oh ……”

Her words energized him even more, and he began to moan, and after that, screamed even louder. Marietta shuddered beneath him, panting heavily, her head thrown back as pleasure also reached its climax and a wave of heat rolled over her body.

……

Marita closed her eyes and imagined that this man pressing against her was Kasim.

Captain Guard drew back and ran a rough hand through her disheveled hair, kissing the corner of her mouth lightly as he did so and said, “You’re pleasing me, little baby. I haven’t been this happy in a long time. Now you don’t have to worry about anything, these boys and I will make sure that you won’t be harassed by those farmers who are too rude. They might have someone come and slap you gently and watch you squirm, but I’m sure you’ll be able to put up with it, eh? Now here, you can drape yourself in my coat and lie down for a while until morning.”

And so, she’d been lying here, watching the sky lighten little by little, waiting helplessly for the farmers and merchants to pour into the city, waiting for the punishment to come. It probably wouldn’t be too bad, she just hoped it would be quick, she had waited too long.

And what about Gabriel? How was he treated?

Gabriel is cleaning the stables.

If he could concentrate on his work, he might be able to forget about Marita for a while. But she was all he could think about, and he couldn’t stop worrying about her while sweetly reminiscing about the two of them together. As long as she was safe and sound, it didn’t matter what happened to him.

He wore only a pair of leather shorts, the rest of him bare, and he was surrounded by piles of hay, between which he walked, rubbing his legs and feet if he wasn’t careful. His robust body was already covered in sweat everywhere, as well as dust. His long, flaxen hair was also wet, some of it hanging down over his forehead, some plastered to his shoulders.

A woman, dressed in the uniform of a harem guard, leaned over a manger and looked at Gabri. Her eyes were admiring, even greedy; the toned muscles, the thin waist, the tight ass under the leather pants, all of these were so pleasurable that she couldn’t help but feel a certain desire rising. She’d almost forgotten this instinct of her own, but Gabriel’s body reminded her of it.

“You, slave. Come here,” she said.

Gabriel walked slowly toward her, when a group of female guards also idled into the horse corridor.

“Make it quick for me,” the woman screamed. “Whatever order I, Sita, give, you obey. Hurry up!”

Gabri picked up the pace, his heart sinking. When Kasim handed him over to these guards in the evening, Sita was eager to give orders for him to strip naked and come into this stable. He knew it would never be as simple as lying naked on a pile of hay and going to sleep, and sure enough, they gave him a bowl of soup and a slice of bread and ordered him to eat it only after pleasing the two guards first. Sita watched and laughed at how the two women humiliated him and toyed with him.

Sita woke him when it was slightly misty, and cold eyes followed him every inch of the way. He washed his body and hair with cold water. How could one expect to have perfume, oil, or a comb in a place like this? She gave him a rough towel to wipe his body with, while at the same time but ordering that he must make himself clean and fresh enough. When he was well and truly done, Sita immediately examined every inch of him with delicate care. He couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of her cold eyes, her cold fingers touching everywhere.

Sita was tall and thin, with a full soldier’s physique. It was obvious that underneath her plain looks and lack of charm, there was a very special interest in him. She could have reached it quickly, but she didn’t. It made Gabriel wonder. She just looked straight at him, her eyes netting a distant, stern, cold look.

Sita hooked her finger, signaling him to go over. Gabri blushed and lowered his head. A smile spread across her thin lips. Damn Cassim! He should have known what it meant to turn Gabri over to them. They were crueler, more insatiable, and more fancy than the male guards.

“Too slow,” Sita said. “You’re too slow to react. Hey, you four, hit him. Press him against that manger.”

Gabriel squeezed his lips shut as a feeling of fear and sweetness rose in his heart. This was a common occurrence in his life, it was how every punishment started. Now, though, fear was taking over. He had a strong urge to resist them, but he restrained himself, for after all, Self was alone, and they were heavily armed. He would not let Sita see him weak.

The female guard’s hands held him down, very strong, unlike a woman’s. Someone slapped him on the ass and he jumped up in pain. Then he was pressed against a row of wooden bars, the stiff wood pressing against his stinging ass, making him stop moaning. Someone undid the belt around his waist and ripped his leather pants off, and his face suddenly flushed with shame as he realized there was nowhere to run.

Sita reached out and grabbed his scrotum, squeezing it, then she scraped his cock with her long pointed nails. A shudder ran through him.

“Oh, stand up, ah, Gabriel, you sure don’t disappoint me. Cassim tells me you’ll have to smelt and kill your temper. Gee, look how eager you are to be punished.”

She cooed, leaning so close to him that he could almost smell her. It smelled like a mix of leather and medicinal soap, very fresh and a total masculine scent. There wasn’t the slightest trace of a harem woman on her. She wore a tight, dark brown leather suit, and her black hair was combed all the way to the back of her head and tied up with a random leather band. Her harshness, her ugliness, came crashing down on him.

She reached out with her cool fingers and rubbed Gabriel’s cock repeatedly, mooching up and down until it was fully erect.

Sita hit him lightly in the mouth with a straw and leaned in closer. “You’re ready, aren’t you? You’re so eager to be whipped. Beg me, then. Say! Say you crave to be favored by me!” Her pupils contracted, and immediately she looked fierce.

Gabriel blushed, a defiance tumbling through his mind. “I …… I won’t.”

Sita raised a laugh. “You are determined to be unconvincing! But wait and see, the facts speak for themselves. Soon your moans will tell the truth. You will squirm and go crazy and fast, and then if you can’t explain it all well …….”

Gabriel tried to ignore her, but the unfinished words held such complex implications-and, he knew, Lilah wasn’t an empty threat. His stomach tightened, and his body underwent a change he couldn’t resist.

“Tie his hands to the top of the wooden fence. Push him toward the front.”

Gabriel felt his shoulders being pulled backward while his stomach was pushed forward. The women forced him to look down at his body. In that case, every detail of what was going to take place would not escape his eyes. The thought excited him.

Sita kicked his legs to separate them. “You, and you, grab his legs. Grab the ankles.”

The legs were gripped tightly and dragged to the sides. This made Gabriel’s thigh bones stand out immediately, making his flat belly and straight cock stand out. Sita slapped it hard with her hand and smiled sorrowfully. The other women were stroking his skin, tickling his armpits, eating and giggling. He struggled and twisted desperately, but they laughed harder and gripped him tighter.

“Enough!”

Sita retracted her hand. Her eyes roamed over him, admiring his well-developed muscles and scrutinizing his expression. After a few moments, she poked the straw in her hand straight at his lower body, and Gabri held his breath as a wave of pain shot through him. She began to tap gently, first on one leg, hitting it until it was a dark red color before she gave up. Gabriel tried his best to keep his legs together, but their grip was so tight that there was nothing he could do but grit his teeth against the pain.

His thighs were hot and aching, on fire, as if they might skin open at any moment. His cock was excitingly erect. He was so afraid that Sita might accidentally touch his scrotum that he tightened the small of his back and tensed his buttocks, which was obviously overkill; Sita was an impeccable expert and she wouldn’t have any surprises at all. When one of his legs took on the crimson color she expected, her attention immediately turned to the other.

Gabriel was sweating, the muscles in his calves had bulged, the body hair under his arms had long been damp with sweat, and his body was reacting in all sorts of ways that made him give off a musky odor. One of the women carrying his arm buried her head in his armpit and licked his sweat. The rest of the women laughed and encouraged her to continue.

Sita was sweating as well, her tight uniform restricting her movements and then, with the sweat, getting in the way. She stopped, undid her blouse, and removed it. There was nothing left for her to wear under the tunic, so her upper body was immediately naked to Gabriel. Her chest was broad and covered in muscle. The breasts were small and high, while the dark brown nipples on them appeared large and stood straight up.

Gabriel gasped. His thighs were sizzling and he was nearing the apex of his eruption, and the fact that Sita’s breasts were exposed to him certainly added fuel to the fire. Her breasts were small, like a child’s, but the nipples sticking out seemed to tempt him. He wanted to rub those brown tits, he wanted to push her down and get inside her. Oh, it was an undeniable urge, an instinct.

Sita smiled slowly, staring straight into his somewhat quivering gray eyes. She seemed to know very exactly what he was thinking. He had been controlling himself, but he would not succeed. Sita came closer. She made a gesture of some kind, and Rubery’s head was instantly lifted straight into her face. Sita’s hand struck his already reddened inner thigh gently, though gently and softly, causing him pain all the same. A cone of pain shot through him.

Sita laughed and grabbed a handful of his lower back, rubbing it vigorously, licking her thin lips as she did so. Gabriel, however, got pleasure from such a rude action. Sita moved closer to his face, almost pressing up against it, sticking out her tongue to lick his cheek.

Gabriel shivered and reacted immediately. He moved closer to her and brushed his lips against her cheek, “Please,” he whispered, not caring that he was pleading with her.

She jerked back, a look of disbelief on her face. Then she smiled again. She moved up, her breasts brushing against him, and he felt her pointed nipples tickle against his skin. The other woman grabbed his genitals and cooed in a satisfied whisper. It pushed headlessly against her hand. After a moment, Sita took a few more steps back, loosened her belt, and pulled down her loose pants, letting them slide freely over her high boots. Then she stepped closer to Gabriel and wrapped her arms around his neck, her nipples pressing against his chest. Her body rubbed and wriggled against him as Gabri couldn’t help but stab in.

It was an almost frantic sensation as her hot breath surrounded him and her body contracted powerfully. Gabri was aching yet pleasurable, his ass shaking violently …….

It was too fast. Sita let out a broken moan. Gabriel was excited beyond words. Suddenly, Sita moved her body away gasping, “Let him go,” in a commanding tone.

The women obeyed her orders, patted Gabriele’s ass and walked away. Gabri stood still, still shaking uncontrollably. His thighs were hot, and either the excitement or the earlier pain was gone. Sita dressed quickly and resumed her distant, cold expression. “Go on with your work,” she said, gesturing to the broom and barrel in the stable. “Someone will bring you food in a little while. Remember, you’ll be punished every so often, and don’t expect every time to be like this one. This time it was cheap and you got pleasure out of it, because you are indeed beautiful and irresistible. It won’t be so comfortable in the future.”

“And never give me a little peace of mind?” Gabriel said.

Sita gave him an expressionless look. “Clean yourself up,” she said, turning away, and the other women followed, one of them tossing him some bread and an apple.

Gabriel waited until they were all gone, washed his body with cool water, and put his leather pants back on. He ate and went back to his work.

It was very quiet in the stables. His mind drifted back to Marita’s voice and smile. Except for the period of time when the guards had tortured him, he missed her all the time. What a beautiful and attractive woman she was. How he wanted to be near her again, to relive the dream.

The thought that he might never see her again sent a wave of panic through him. Perhaps that was why he would be tempted by Sita, because she and Marita were so very different. Sita was hard-hearted, while Marita was gentle and affectionate. By this time the lust he had been aroused by Sita had gone down, and he felt a little contemptible.

Yet he could never be indifferent to teasing. Sheridan had perhaps trained him too well. He might have carried a lot of weight in this jeweler’s heart. Gabriel respected his old master. There was at least a strange sense of dependence and trust in him.

On the contrary, Sita despises him greatly and sees him as a worthless piece of meat. He suspected that she didn’t do exactly what Kasim ordered her to do. Sita and her men, after having their fun, threw him a cold spine. It gave him a pang of frustration to think that perhaps he would spend the rest of his life in this stable. He lay down on his broom in disappointment, and suddenly all sorts of thoughts floated through his mind, not only of fear, but also of -Marita’s perhaps being punished.

“Where are you?” He shouted. “What have they done to you? God, I beg you, let everything be all right until I see her again.”

It’s dawn. The burning air was filled with garbage and feces and smells.

Marita tried desperately to shrink away from the eyes of the tidal wave of people.

The bazaar was crowded in no time. Marita felt that all the people were looking at her, pointing and talking spitefully. The heavily armed man who had whipped Gabriel in public earlier climbed onto the platform.

“Stand up!” He ordered. “You must obey my orders. Come here, you can’t show off your charms curled up in a ball like that. I have a better idea for you to make your beauty public.”

He ordered her to sit on a bench. It was actually a rough chair with a backrest and armrests on either side of the seat. The crowd screamed to show their satisfaction. The public torturer pushed her to lean back in the chair.

“Put your feet here,” he ordered, “stand on your knees and spread your thighs apart. We are all very willing to see such a slave, and more than willing to see what makes her so special.”

Marita closed her eyes and felt the blood rush to her face. She placed her feet in the designated places and felt her wrists and ankles being clamped by something. Striking the pose assigned by her torturer, she was almost completely exposed. One could see everything one wanted to see – along with those pink pussy lips and blonde body hair. She was so alone, so untouchable, that the feeling made her desperate.

“Have you ever seen such beauty?” The torturer said happily. “Such breasts, such a thin waist, such a wonderful figure. Look how soft her legs are, this skin is like it’s soaked in milk, and it’s all tied up. Oh, there is something more exciting for us. Have you ever seen a woman with yellow body hair?”

It was worse than she thought it would be. The crowd was like maddened beasts, their eyes all staring straight at her like that, wanting to swallow her in one gulp. They surged forward, shaking the platform desperately, screaming and shouting in a shrill, aggressive manner. The torturer seemed to be infected by the revelry of the crowd, and he laughed happily, talking loudly and making dirty jokes with the people on the platform.

He walked back to Marita and grabbed her hair, sliding his fingers through it. The hair glistened in the sunlight. He wiped up her face again, so that her face was also bathed in sunlight. Then he pressed her breasts and rubbed her nipples repeatedly until they were hard. The crowd came closer together.

Marita found these excited and frenzied people terrifying. Their eyes were wide open, their mouths were unconsciously open, and some of them were already drooling. She closed her eyes tightly, but the torturer pinched her cheeks hard.

“Open your eyes, you won’t refuse to see your admirer!”

Marita opened her eyes helplessly, by which time the torturer’s fleshy hands were already feeling and squeezing her thighs and beginning to move inward. His fingers twirled her pubic hair delicately, as if he was studying something of great interest. She tensed for a moment, knowing what was going to go on down there. Sure enough, his finger slipped inside and she let out a whimper of pain.

His fingers were dry, but there seemed to be a bit of ointment left in them, so his thrusts were tolerable and not so painful. Her lower body began to react, squirming violently, so he began to gently tap his finger again. Her bottom began to heat up and, hard to believe, her bodily fluids began to ooze out.

Without hesitation, the torturer pushed her labia apart, revealing the jutting interior. The crowd watched, leaping and cheering.

Marita’s tears clouded her eyes. Gabriel had been through such suffering and had gotten through it so easily. But, oh! this was too cruel, too cruel. That’s when the torturer’s fingers went straight into her, in and out, and the bad part was that her thigh bones began to move involuntarily. The torturer’s fingers were gentle, obviously trained and well aware of how to cater to the tastes of the audience and how to humiliate a person.

The crowd loved that. In front of the grinning faces, she couldn’t help but be teased – as Gabry had been. She couldn’t control it at all, which made it all the more tolerable.

“Stop, oh please, stop ……” she begged dumbly. “I’ll do anything, just stop doing this ……”

“If I had known, why would I have done it?” The torturer grinned and continued the work he was doing.

“What a beautiful body, eh? As a plaything in a harem, all she has to do is how to pleasure her master. Do any of you have daughters who live this way? But this chick refuses to be satisfied, she even tries to jump and run!” His voice echoed over the marketplace.

There was a cacophony of noise as the crowd mingled.

“What shall we do with her?”

Someone shouted, “I’ll play her!”

The crowd erupted in laughter and the torturer grinned. He blew his nose hard and his eyes rolled back in his bones, and the stage was already a screaming, whistling mess.

“It’s a shame that she wasn’t put up for public auction. Her owner only wants her humiliated and not badly hurt. But a whipping is still possible. Are you interested in watching? How about we have her do a public swing dance?”

“Good! Yes!” The crowd shouted rhythmically, in unison. “Let her dance! Let her whole body shine!”

Marita had been untied and was standing directly in front of her, the wooden chair having been removed. The torturer had ordered her to stand between two wooden posts, with her legs spread apart and tied to one post each, and her wrists tied in the same way. So she stood on all fours between the two posts, as Gabriele had once been. The humiliation completely crushed her, and tears slid silently down her cheeks.

How could Kasim do this to her? She had just had a glimmer of affection for him, but his cruelty and desperation were too much to bear. He cared nothing for her.

The first lash brushed down, and she was coldly shocked. Immediately her ass was red, hot and sore. It didn’t feel like it had been hit with a whip, but more like it had been slapped with a hand.

“Do you like it?” The torturer grunted, waving the instrument in his hand in a dignified manner. “That’s a beautiful sound. I think it won’t be long before you swell up into a cherry and belly dance for all of us.”

By this time Marita had begun to squirm. Once, and then again, she began to wriggle around, trying to avoid the stinging lashes. With each stroke, she shuddered involuntarily while the crowd roared with delight at it. Her thighs were sticking up and her lower body was squirming fiercely, a sight that had the crowd applauding.

“Touch her and see if she’s wet?” Someone shouted. Many people then echoed his suggestion.

The torturer put his hand between Marita’s legs and touched her lower pussy. He grasped it tightly as soon as he could, which made Marita react even more violently. Her lower body throbbed fiercely, her legs jolted as she tried to get away from his hand, her body desperately shrinking back as she gasped for air. She hadn’t expected his catching her off guard to cause such an intense rush.

He withdrew his hand, held it up to the crowd and said, “Gah, she’s already wet and I think we’ve accomplished our goal. It’s a shame we can’t enjoy her to the fullest while we and she are both on a roll.” The crowd grumbled with great disappointment. How they would have loved to see as much as possible how Marietta was broken for enjoyment.

She couldn’t hide her strong reaction. Like Gabriel, she was naked from head to toe, outside and in, with no escape. She tried her best to hold back her shameful pleasure, but it always ended in failure. In fact, she could never hold back the pain, the heat, and the pleasure that accompanied it in her lower body, and she couldn’t control her bodily fluids from flowing out uncontrollably, nor could she restrain her nipples from sticking out. She couldn’t do any of those things.

All she could do was purse her lips tightly and try her best not to moan. Warm, hot pain hit her whole body, making her shiver, making her ache, and making her happy. She lowered her head and began to sob, not caring what these people around her thought of her or how they belittled her. Her belly clenched, and soon, oh so soon, it would be out of control, and then she would be left with no choice but to despair of reaching that state that the crowd expected her to reach. She twisted, the straps binding her wrists strangling her hands, her parted legs thrashing, about to burst. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

After an indeterminate amount of time, she realized that the whipping had stopped. The crowd murmured something, then immediately fell silent, and there was silence all around. It was then that she realized something had changed and became nervous again.

Marita slowly raised her head.

Chapter XII

Kasim stood in the shadows behind the platform looking at Marita, below the steps of the platform was an alley, half of his body was almost hidden in the shadows of the alley wall.

He’d been here for a while, thinking that he’d get a kick out of watching Marita suffer. But it hadn’t been what he thought it would be, and he hadn’t been as happy as he thought he would be.

On the contrary, when he saw the torturer whipping her, a nameless anger actually bubbled up in him, similar to the feeling he had when he found Gabriel and Marita lying in the wagon.

As he recalled the scene, her face glowed with a languid, blissful radiance, and her hair, which cascaded from her shoulders right down to her breasts, looked especially inviting. The white skin reflected in the ornate decorations was particularly inviting. There was a striking purple mark on her head, which sent a jolt of blood rushing up his spine. Gabriel had done it. Gabri, the thief. He’d stolen what Kasim had so carefully kept.

The honor should have been his. He had always refused to admit that he wished he had been Marita’s first and only lover. But now he did feel a certain disappointment – not just disappointment, but even – hurt that Marita had allowed Gabri to occupy her.

Kasim had waited so long because he wanted to reach a state of perfection when he and Marita made love, when they were truly watered down and merged into one. It was vital to him, sacred even. He wanted his beloved to enjoy his body to the fullest.

Maybe it was his fault for underestimating her lust. She had more sensual needs than he’d ever imagined, and he’d kept her in a state of sexual starvation. Constantly seducing her, teasing her, and imprisoning her. How ridiculous, if there were pills of regret in the world, he’d trade all his jewelry for them. How many times he’d wanted to possess her, how many nights he’d lain alone, excitedly imagining how he could enter her and how she would react, how many times he’d restrained himself and waited until the time was right.

There was no doubt that he had let his anger get the better of him. What was the point of seeing two unruly slaves having fun with each other? It angered him so much that Gabri should have given it to the guards to learn to behave, a decision that Kasim carried out without hesitation. But the punishment of Marita …… he even wanted to retract the order.

Of course, it can’t be done. It would show his weakness and undermine his prestige.

He wrapped his shirt tighter around him, his eyes raking uneasily over one of the faces in the crowd, his lips pursed tighter. None of them deserved to look at Marita like this, at her completely naked jade body, at her skin like gelatin. She was perfect as she was, unsanctifiable-and it was only at this moment that he realized it.

He was shocked by self these thoughts. Marietta had finally forced him to understand what he had always refused to admit. But he was also relieved by his own transformation. He realized that Marietta’s lust, her stubbornness, and her refusal to submit to her body’s natural needs were all extremely precious things to him. That was why he was so enraged. As he opened the carriage door, he realized that Self seemed to have been torn to pieces in that moment.

That’s exactly what it felt like in his heart when watching the torturer do his job, it hurt like hell. The crowd leaned in closer, barking like rabid dogs. The torturer stopped spanking Marita’s ass and put his hand between her legs, grabbing her bottom pussy hard.

Kasim’s fire went straight up. How dare he! This …… pig dared to ravage his Marita like this! Kasim couldn’t think clearly anymore, his blood rushed straight upwards and a wave of depression washed over him. He felt that if he didn’t do something, he was almost going to roar out and release Marita. The thought sent a wave of fear through him. No, it couldn’t. He forced his feelings, forced himself to look on calmly.

Oh, much better. What a stupid thing to rush up and free a slave in such an exciting scene. Unruly slaves deserved such punishment. Yes, his inner voice said, but such a slave would always be the exception. Marita was too much of a part of it to have dealt him such a fatal blow.

He was thirsty for her. But he shouldn’t have underestimated Gabri. He’d been so good to Gabriele, so seduced into going over there, that he’d actually overlooked the danger and hadn’t watched out for him properly. Maybe it was because he was so greedy and wanted everything that Marita fell in love with Gabri.

So, had he lost her? Kasim was filled with fear. Marita had begun to ignore him. It was too much to bear, he was no longer her master. Kasim lowered his head. He was too proud, so he had no choice but to accept the scraps of Gabriel’s food.

It sent a stab of pain through him, and he already knew that Self had to do something about it in order to fix it nicely. But now, the sound of whipping filled his ears, and he couldn’t concentrate on his thoughts for a moment.

How cruel this torturer is. He actually parted Marita’s ass with force. Marita twisted up and a spasm went through Kasim’s face. Her ass had taken on a dark red color, trembling, trying to put it together and not being able to. The crowd watched with bated breath, not saying a word, Marita’s moans plainly audible in the silence. She twisted her head around in agony, as if glaring at Kasim.

Her face had flushed red with shame and annoyance. Her hair was cascading over her body, and Kasim couldn’t quite see her body. Kasim knew she wouldn’t see him, but he unconsciously lowered his eyes and his cheeks reddened. Oh, how beautiful she was, as bright as the spring light. His body reacted naturally, like every man on the field, itching to have her right away.

It shook him for a moment, which made him realize that his thoughts had turned to her, wanting nothing more than to have her, to make her cry out in pain and pleasure at the same time, to taste her bodily fluids …… And, he even wanted to fix her hair, oil her all over, kiss her, take her in his arms… …

Kasim clenched his fists, the words already on his lips but not coming out. He couldn’t stop thinking as he walked forward. Black boots stomped on the wooden stairs and his black tunic swung back slightly.

With a toss of her head, Marietta shook the hair off her forehead and behind her head. A slender figure flashed in front of her, she recognized it immediately and her heart tightened, what was his new trick?

Everyone looked at each other, and the torturer stood frozen to the side, whip still raised in his hand, ready to strike. Kasim brought it over and turned his head to Marita. His look was one of exasperation, and it made her start shaking with fear. Oh, he’s going to have to do it himself to relieve his hatred, she thought, warily waiting for his excruciating blow. But he just looked at her, his cheeks reddening, his eyes flashing with a light tinged with deep emotion. Suddenly, in that moment, she knew: I have hurt him deeply.

Kasim kept gazing at her and time seemed to stop. It was some time before he snapped out of his trance. Throwing down the whip, he untied his tunic and draped it over her. He turned to the torturer and said, “That’s enough, let her go.”

The torturer shrugged hopelessly and bent down to untie her as the crowd rushed forward disgruntled, yelling, “No, no, it’s not over yet!”

“She only took a few lashes!”

Marita fell into Kasim’s arms. He held her so tightly that her thighs and buttocks stung even more, yet she was sweet inside and a look of happiness swept over her. She had all but forgotten the drumming crowd around her.

The torturer stepped forward and addressed the disappointed crowd, “Well, it’s over, go back to your work. There’s another slave to be tortured tomorrow, and there’s plenty of good fun to be had!”

But the crowd refused to relent, they threw things at the torturer, he was hit by a rotten apple and covered his face in pain, the guards ran over to keep order.

“Go on,” Kasim said gently, hugging Marita close, “let’s go home.”

Marita’s whole body was sore and weak. The experiences of the last two days, the shock, the fear, the tiredness and the hunger, had finally all run out and struck her down at that moment. Her nerves relaxed and she weakened immediately. Whatever people might think, Kasim had come to her, and her eyes overflowed with tears of grief and joy.

Kassim half-led her off the platform and down a narrow alley where his carriage was waiting. Without a word, he climbed in and sat Marita down beside him.

She felt safer. The sounds of the crowd were nearly inaudible and the smell of leather surrounded her. It seemed like only a few seconds and she had drifted away. Confused and sleepy, all she could do was lean against Kasim. The carriage was moving again, his hand gently stroking her hair, his gray silk blouse cool against her cheek. A faint scent emanated from him, and she immediately realized that she must smell like sweat and tried to move away from him a little. But he hugged her gently and tightly.

The wagon bumped along on the cobblestone road, and they had gotten farther and farther away. Kasim had been silent, ever since telling her he was going home. Going home? Had he not chosen his words carefully and lost his tongue for a moment? She couldn’t help but think he was still angry when he was so silent. Or did he just want to take her home and torment her slowly, delicately, all by himself? Her mind was filled with all sorts of questions, and she was just about to speak when Kasim’s cool fingers were already on her lips.

Kasim put one hand around her neck and one hand between her thighs. The tingling in Marita’s ass and thighs had dissipated a bit. Kasim’s hand dug into her draped tunic and cupped her breast. She slouched against him, feeling that this action of his was more soothing than teasing. She was also surprised to realize that this was exactly what Kasim had intended.

She moved closer to Kasim. Kasim’s lips brushed the corners of her hair gently. Marita was afraid to speak, afraid that if she did, she would break the silence and gentleness. She rarely saw Kasim like this. This display of vulnerability on his part made her fortress of defense unbreakable.

She never dared to expect anyone to be this kind to her. She was so flattered that she lost her mind for a moment. All she wanted now was for Kasim to put her in a chair and impale her; she wanted to belong to him completely. But not now, there was still a Gabriel between them. Well, let’s talk about it later. Cassim’s forgiveness humbled her, and for a moment her breath caught.

The carriage crossed a narrow street and turned into the alley where Kasim’s house stood.

When they arrived at the harem, Kasim handed Marita over to Leila. Marita felt a wave of emptiness and loss. She’d thought he’d explain to her and softly soothe her. But she was wrong, that was not his usual behavior. She had to do everything he wanted her to do, to be at his beck and call. However, it was extremely difficult to bend her head and ears at all times. If only he would relax a little …… but she knew he would never.

He was a prisoner of his own flesh, just as she was.

Furious. Did he have to be so high and mighty all the time? But if he wasn’t, would she be so captivated by him?

“Wash her,” said Kasim. “The guards have made her bad enough, and she smells like a stable. Make her comfortable, let her eat, and rest a while.”

He touched Lilah’s face with one long finger, and Lilah immediately rubbed up against it like a cat. “Have her brought to my bedroom tonight.”

“I’ll take care of her, Master,” Lilah said with intent.

“Ah, little baby. You’ve always had wonderful calming powers, do your best to work them on Marita. Maybe she’ll never want to leave us again.”

Marita wanted to tell him how much she already regretted her escapades, but she didn’t have a chance to speak at all as Kasim turned away, stern and cold as usual. The closeness between the two in the carriage was gone. She should have expected it; everything remained as it was. She didn’t know exactly what to say about him, he remained an enigma, as he had been when she first saw him.

She was too exhausted to think about so many things. In the harem, she had willingly accepted Leela’s care, and after such a ghastly punishment, the bathroom had been like heaven to her. The hot, fragrant water removed the lingering smell of grease and sweat from her body, soothing her stinging ass and calming her frightened mind. The torture was finally over.

“I’ve been worried about you. I thought Qasim would sell you, and then I would never see you again. Now that you’re back, a stone has fallen from my heart.” Leila smiled at Marita while drying the water off her with a towel.

Marita was glad to be back. This place had become her home. Leila really cared about her, and she would have been happier staying here if Kasim had been nicer to her. It was the first time she had ever acknowledged that fact.

“Oh, your ass is so red,” Leila said heartily, and greased her up. “Isn’t it very awful to be whipped in public?”

A spasm went through Marietta. “Yes, and …… it may seem strange to you, but I do feel a certain attraction to it as well. All those people watching you squirm, and in the midst of the pain there is an unspeakable pleasure.”

“Ah, yes. Pleasure, I’m sure. But how embarrassing for so many people to watch your helplessness.” Leila’s eyes sparkled, “Did you reach your climax?”

“No, I was ashamed and annoyed.”

“So …… now you’re still hyper, right? I’m going to relax you, because I’m getting an erection of lust for you too. You know this, and so does Kasim, that’s why he gave you to me. He wants you to be aroused and relaxed. Sweet Marietta, I’ve noticed a certain change in you, I can’t tell. Kasim …… him, however, is different.” She shrugged pleasantly. “Kasim never tells anyone what he wants to do, but isn’t it exciting that you will be there to warm his bed tonight. Well, we should go now and find a quiet place to rest, piece by piece, won’t you?”

Marita looked at Leila’s sweet, dense face. She had an anxious look under her black eyebrows and her mouth was slightly open. She looked unsure, vulnerable and beautiful. An impulse surged through Marietta’s mind. She herself was confused and very vulnerable, and she knew that resisting Leila’s solicitude was impossible. The evening, Kasim’s bedroom, still seemed a long way off. All she wanted to do now was to completely forget about everything, to relax, to lie in Leila’s arms, and to get a good night’s sleep. But first ……

She leaned forward and kissed the small red mouth. Leila responded immediately, meeting it passionately, and the two kissed for a long, long …… time.

“Follow me.” Leila said, her voice full of pleasure.

There was a small pavilion amidst the tree cover, and Marita and Leila were lying side by side on one of the sleeping chairs. They were both dressed in wafer-thin bathrobes that were actually draped loosely over their bodies.

Leila’s slender hands caressed Marita’s body and Marita moaned softly. Leila’s hands were slim and slender, her long nails painted with henna. Marita’s eyes were half closed as she watched her hands move over her body.

Leila’s hand went to her breast, twisting her nipple delicately, and before long her nipple stood up, holding up the silk robe and forming a small umbrella as Leila continued to play with her other breast before her hand slid down to Marita’s stomach. She kept kissing Marita’s neck, occasionally sticking her tongue out to lick her skin. Before long, they were kissing close together again, tongues entwined, lips brushing lips.

Marita found herself on the verge of melting. Leila’s hand moved down and her legs automatically parted, waiting for Leila’s fingers to penetrate. Her eyes had closed, cozy, pleasurable and comfortable.

Leila’s hand plunged in and Marita couldn’t help but moan loudly.

“These pretty curls are such a delight.” Lilah said, ruffling her body hair, “Here, this is the source of your pleasure, warm and soft, like the heart of a lily.”

Lilah’s gentle touch and husky voice sent a rush through Marita. Her hand reached for Leila, trying to give her some kind of pleasure as well, and the latter fled away.

“No, not now. Let me please you, it’s something I’ve dreamed of doing. Let me have my wish this time.”

Marita smiled at the sparkling black eyes, “I won’t deny you.”

Leila stood up and removed the robe from herself, then from Marita, and she lay down beside Marita, her arms around Marita’s neck. Then, little by little, she moved over to Marita, her breasts close to Marita’s mouth.

Marita joyfully opened her mouth and took a nipple. Sucking it up in a big gulp, she couldn’t keep her tongue from circling it. The nipple was big and hard and tasted sweet. She felt her bottom start to heat up and ooze bodily fluids.

Leila’s fingers were busy inside Marita, touching her very gently, spreading her pussy lips and rubbing them gently. Marita pleaded with her to thrust harder inside, and she immediately and kindly slid in gently.

A shudder ran through Marita and her lower body contracted. She frantically squeezed both of Leila’s breasts as hard as she could, pressing them into one piece so that she could suckle on them at the same time; she couldn’t be reserved any longer.

One of Leila’s legs had been placed between hers, and she grabbed Marita’s body so that she was facing her, the two bodies pressed together, Leila’s hot bottom rubbing hard against Marita’s, and Marita sizzling hot.

“Your body hairs rubbing against my smooth body, it feels fantastic, gently brushing against it. Oh, the wet hairs even graze my insides, oh, oh!”

Leila moaned softly, her thighs rushing downward in a burst. Marita reacted violently as well. It was a tiny penis, hot and hard. Marita floated …….

They had been immersed in this rapture. After a while, their bodies were still shivering. Leila wrapped her arms around Marita’s shoulders and couldn’t stop kissing Marita, whispering, “You’re so beautiful, oh, wonderful ……”

Marita rested her head on Leila’s chest. Slowly closing her eyes, there was no need to say anything more as they slowly drifted off to sleep.

Kasim squinted through the curtains at the two sleeping women. The two bodies were as white as ice, and he smiled slightly. Leila hadn’t disappointed him. Doing this sort of thing wasn’t difficult for her though, as he knew she wanted Marita almost as much as he did. He also knew that the best way to appease Marita was to let her orgasm out. Ouch, if only he had realized that, none of this would have happened. Now that Marita was lying in Leila’s arms, it wouldn’t be long before she would wake up, re-energized and fresh as ever, able to face anything. He hoped that she had come out of her trauma by the time she reached his bedroom.

He was going to do it despite the pain of what was to come. He took one last look at the two sleeping women and wordlessly left the garden, heading for the stables.

Gabriel was slowly climbing up from the stable floor, having just taken a beating from Sita before that. She had him lying on the floor with his limbs stretched out and ready to go.

It seemed to have become an essential form of amusement for her to make him lie down and take the whipping. His thighs and buttocks were red and swollen, but he still had to crawl over in the direction where Sita now stood, while the female guards gathered around laughing and talking shrilly.

Sita had unbuckled her belt and her pants slid down. She stood with her muscular thighs apart, her hands on her thighs, and a cold, hard gleam in her eyes as she saw Gabriel move.

“You’re a pretty boy,” scoffed Sita. “After cleaning the stables for so long, you’ve got straw in your hair, which makes you look like a real peasant. But you can still please me with your tongue.”

Gabriel knelt in front of Sita and reached for her thighbone, leaning toward her lower cunt, and Sita slapped his hand away and slapped him again.

“Did I let you touch me? Tongue only, and if you can’t satisfy me, you’ll just have to receive another whipping.”

Gabriel obediently dropped his hands. His face came close to Sita’s body and he stuck out his tongue. Sita’s body hair was thick and dense, like a bushy shrub covering her hidden parts. Sita smelled salty, and at that moment someone gently slapped Gabriele’s stinging ass, and he screamed out in pain.

Sita laughed out loud and leaned over slightly to rub his face roughly. She gripped Gabri’s hair so tightly that his face was completely buried in her body hair. She couldn’t help but smile as she felt the hot breath he exhaled burrow into her lower back. Gabri began to stick his tongue out and lick her bottom and she closed her eyes cozily and parted her thighs slightly.

Gabriel’s head moved back and forth against her lower body, her hair brushing against her thighs and stomach, and she was quick to be happy, her face softening a bit. She couldn’t care less about the others anymore, and didn’t notice the other guards tense up for a moment, waiting on either side of her to welcome whatever was coming in.

“Good, very good, Sita,” said Kasim, “I see that you have carried out my orders without fail.”

Sita’s eyes snapped open and she pushed Gabri’s head away, gesturing at her men. They pulled Gabri to her feet and stood while Sita quickly got dressed. Her face flushed red as she stood at attention, “Master!”

Kasim smiled. “Gabriel, have you learned to listen now? That’s okay. We’ll learn in time.” He reached out a hand to touch his nose, “You two splash him with a bucket of water and rinse him off some. Then leash him up. I’m taking him away.”

Sita looked on, suddenly with a little regret. “Time to go again, unfortunately.” She hummed softly. “I haven’t played with you enough.”

Gabriel looked at her scornfully. “I pity you,” he whispered, “a woman without tenderness is not a woman.”

Sita’s lips closed tight and she didn’t say anything, just strangled the rope around his wrists as hard as she could until it sank in deep. Gabri didn’t resist, just looked at her coldly. She handed him over to Kasim and he followed without looking back.

Kasim was trying to take him right into the bedroom. Gabri was uniquely attractive in this form. The water had washed away the smell of the stables from him, but there were still a few straws in his long flaxen hair. The scene he’d just witnessed had gotten him excited, and Gabri was on a roll.

His naked body was so beautiful, it was unrivaled. Droplets of water slid down his body, shining brightly. His genitals stood tall and straight up, all of which sent a wave of pleasure through Kasim. He was still thinking about his decision, yet he couldn’t help but feel a pang at the sight of Gabriel’s beautiful mouth, his gray eyes filled with desire. What a shame that he’d never used him again. Why not? Kasim thought, he could use Gabri one last time before his plan was put into action.

When he got to the bedroom, he pinned Gabri down on the bed, pulled out a bottle of scented oil, and began to rub it on him, his fingers sharp and rough, and Rubery gave a gasp.

“Spread your asses! I don’t care if you’re fast or not. You’re mine today. It’s a well-deserved reward. Aren’t you grateful to me for letting you go?”

He jabbed in roughly and Rubery groaned. He didn’t care about Gabrie’s emotions at all and grabbed Gabrie’s stinging, aching ass as hard as he could. Gabri buried her head in the red bedspread and whimpered.

The image of Gabriel and Marita together breaks back into Kasim’s mind. His jealousy and anger were at a white-hot pitch. And the action that was about to be taken made him a little afraid, a little worried …… All of this stirred together and he reached his climax in no time.

Gabriel was hard. Kasim’s movements made him squirm, a pleasure pain surging through his entire body, and he whimpered, unable to stop his face from swinging to either side, his eyes overflowing with tears.

Kasim drew himself up and anointed his body with oil. Gabriel was still lying on the bed, gasping for air, a pleading look in his eyes, asking Kasim to leave him alone now. But his cock was unconsciously throbbing and wet, as if inviting Kasim to continue.

Kasim gave it a scornful look, there was no time to amuse Gabriel now. “Get up!” He ordered, “Stand over there. I’m going to bestow a great favor on you. What your future holds depends on what will happen in the bedroom. You will watch from the side and not make a sound, do you understand?”

Gabri didn’t understand, but he nodded anyway and walked behind the screen that Kasim had signaled him to go behind. His body was still on fire and, truth be told, he even liked Kasim’s rough behavior, he just wouldn’t admit it. But Kasim’s last few words made him shiver. What was going to happen in a few moments? And, intuition told him it had to be something to do with Marita.

Kasim seemed tense, like a string taut on a bow. But for what? Gabriel was puzzled. When Kasim went to the stables to take him, he was simply dumbfounded. Kasim was still angry, still so stern, but beyond that, there seemed to be something else… what was Kasim trying to do? No one could get a glimpse of what was inside him.

At that moment, the bedroom door opened and Marita walked in. At the sight of him, a stone fell from Gabriele’s heart. So, Kasim had released her from the punishment table. Could they both be saved, could they not be forgiven? The truth wouldn’t be that simple.

Marita stepped into the room and waited for Kasim to speak, he was reclining on the bed, one hand rubbing his chin.

“Ah, Marita, I believe you have recovered. Leila’s care is stimulating, yet unobtrusive, isn’t it? You looked very beautiful when I saw you both.”

She was a little surprised, but he smiled. She nodded, what could escape his eyes? He looked relaxed, even a little lazy, but she knew it was all a false image, and when he was like that, he was often the most dangerous. His dark eyes were guarded, with a sly sort of light shining in them.

“Come close to me, I want to get a good look at you, soon you’ll be gone and I’ll be lonely without you. Show your poise.”

There was no reproach, no forgiveness. She knew precisely that he was testing her. First he was giving her a hint, then he would order her to obey. She didn’t know how to react to him, she could only follow her instincts. She took off her jacket with a surge of joy in her heart; she hadn’t realized until then how afraid she was of being abandoned by him! She had an impulse to throw herself at his feet, to ask his forgiveness, to show her gratitude. But she controlled the impulse.

Kasim was watching her. Did he sense her inner struggle? Though he was still harsh, even cold, something was always different between them, and she didn’t dare expect anything better.

Her white silk blouse slipped to her feet, revealing her jeweled corset. A gold chain was wrapped around her waist, with strands of bands dangling from it. These bands shone brightly around her waist, but did not cover her body hair – as she always dressed, her pants were open in the front. Leila had dressed her well, that was obvious. She knew how Marita could fully blossom into her beauty.

She went gracefully to her knees in a submissive pose, and Kasim’s eyes widened. Without waiting for his order, she had straightened her shoulders, lifted her breasts, put her hands behind her back, and spread her knees wide apart in front of him. The dangling gold chain swayed gently between her legs and she felt a cool comfort.

Kasim’s eyes looked over her face searchingly, wanting to speak. She knew the best thing to do was to lower her head and drop her eyes. Instead, she looked straight at Kasim, letting him see its expression before she lowered her eyes and spat out a few words.

“Master.”

Kasim made a low sound in his throat. He slowly walked off the bed and over to her, pacing around her a few times with a curious look on his face. He remained silent, lifting her chin to look at her. One of his hands brushed over her breast, gently pinching her nipple. Marita’s lips parted and she gave him a flirty smile.

Kasim’s tension was mostly removed as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Now I’m going to give you a choice. Perhaps I don’t need to ask you anymore …… you have almost made up your mind, but I must hear it from you myself.”

She looked at him, a flicker of doubt on her face.

“For those things I like, I need absolute obedience. You know this. But I want that obedience to be willing, do you understand?”

She nodded.

“I don’t think you’ll understand. At least not completely. I forced you to stay here against your will because I could not allow you to fully understand me, or yourself, otherwise. From the moment my eyes met yours, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that we were remarkably alike.”

He was telling the truth. Marita had sensed this for a long time, which was why her resistance was so difficult. Through Cassim’s cold exterior, she could see that – that it was really just an expression of love. Ah yes, there might have been misunderstandings between them, but love was undeniable.

“I’ve made my decision.” She said, her husky voice full of emotion.

Kasim’s eyes sparkled. “I know you’ve made your decision, little baby. But things have taken a turn for the worse, and you made your decision blindly because you didn’t realize there was a chance you could leave me and the harem. It is only when you fully realize that, and then make the decision, that there will be no barriers between us.”

Marita looked confused, “What do you mean ……”

Kasim walked behind a screen, said something to whoever he was talking to somehow, and turned back around, followed by a man.

“Gabri!” Marita held her breath, “You’re still fine.”

Gabri smiled at her, a strange gleam in her eyes. “Like you, my heart, it hurts me to look at you.”

Marita couldn’t help but glance worriedly at Kasim. Gabri was too outspoken, so bold, and Kasim wouldn’t let him off the hook. But Kasim was indifferent.

“Gabriel has something to ask you.”

“Do you promise? This is no joke.” Gabriel says to Kasim, who doesn’t respond. He walks confidently toward Marita. “Marita, we can go, together, if you want. Kasim spared us, will you come with me?”

Marita was momentarily speechless as she looked at this and that. Kasim was nervous, and Gabri was giddy.

“Don’t you see what this means?” Gabriel said. “Kasim has given us both our freedom. I just heard you say that you had made your decision. I know those weren’t your inner words because you thought there was no hope of escaping again in this life. But things have changed. You don’t have to stay in the harem anymore. You’re free. Kasim is no longer your master unless you want him to be. Tell him you will come with me.”

Marita felt herself being torn in half. Eventually she was free, and she smiled strangely. But I will never be free again. Oh, Rubery, how could you have misjudged me so?

“Marita!”

She turned her head at the sound. There was a tension in Kasim’s angular face, a vulnerability she’d never seen before. He looked like jade with a crack in it, but the crack only made him more perfect. Oh! How beautiful he was.

He smiled sadly. “You didn’t answer Gabri. So, tell me you’re willing to go with him and I won’t blame you.”

“What if I stay?” She said as softly as she could. Yet couldn’t hide the trembling in her voice.

He shrugged gracefully. “I’m still me, and it won’t change a bit. You know what will be faced.”

Yes, she knew, that was exactly what she wanted. All she wanted with all her being was Cassim. Gabriel was a comet that had briefly illuminated her life, fleetingly. And Kasim was the anchor of her soul, he was so similar to her that she could even find herself in him, and to leave him? It was too unbelievable. She never wanted to leave him.

Marita remained silent, and Ruari’s complexion dimmed, her brow taking on a fear that didn’t sit well with her either.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered, knowing there was no way to express her apology.

How could she make Gabri understand? No matter what she said, he would think that Kasim had forced her to do it. She had to make him realize the truth. It was cruel, but she couldn’t help it.

She changed her stance and crept down to Kasim’s feet, nuzzling his boots and kissing his feet.

Gabriel sucked in a cool breath and took a step back. “It seems I was mistaken. I’m so stupid …… Please forgive me.”

He said at a loss for words.

Kasim stood up with Marita in his arms and kissed her deeply, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

None of them noticed the door open and close.

Kasim pushed Marita away, the look in his black eyes untouchable. In a flat, stern tone he said, “Kneel, Marita, and remove my cock.”

A wave of sweet, dense heat surged through Marita’s body. She dropped to her knees and whispered hoarsely, “Yes, Master.”

The story continues to evolve with another exciting episode, see: Jewelry Charms