Arabian Nights

Sahana felt pleasure in what she was doing and little by little she felt the spirit weakening, although it kept having control over her hands. Now she could talk by herself. However, it was hard, as the pleasure she was feeling made it hard to concentrate.

"Salif, what is happening to me?" she said as her hands continued rubbing her clit. Her body twisted every now and then.
"You must call Asima. I am unable to control my body..."

She had to admit she was enjoying it, but didn't like the fact that she couldn't control her body.
 
Salif was torn apart. On one hand he wanted to give her what she wanted, dive his cock in this cunt and make her cum again and again. On the other hand he just couldn't do it and refused to fall in this trap.
Sahana's voice changed, she seemed to come back to normal. Although she was still touchin herself. The moans escpaing her mouth between the sentences were such a turn on. Salif was really hard again in his pants.
He shook his head again and went out of the room, looking for that damned witch...
 
"Salif, please, don't leave here...", Sahana managed to get full control of herself for a moment and crawled to the door trying to reach for Salif. But he was gone.

How could he leve her all alone in there half naked? What if somebofy came in? She was still wearing her skirt but her top was in the other end of the room. She tried to reach for it but then the spirit filled her again, now with a recovered strength, determined to finished what it had started.

Sahana was sent to the floor again, her fingers in her clit, rubbing faster and faster. She found it difficult to breath and went on moaning louder. When will this end? She soon would discover.
 
Somewhere further in the desert...
A rapid horse with a rider came to a camp full of dread-looking men. The rider stumbled down his horse and went to the largest tent where he entered without being stopped by the guard at the entrance. He looked at the large bearded man sittin on the cushions.
- They're en route, Pakfah. The caravan began its trip yesterday, they will be passing in the area in one or two days.
The large man groaned.
- Remember your arrangement. The girl should never cross the desert. And she should not die. For the rest of the caravan, feel free to act as you want.
Another groan, louder.
- I know you're not happy, but that's the deal. Remember how my boss is.
And the rider returned to his horse and left the camp...
 
Asima

OOC :
As NekoMata seems not to answer anymore, I'll take the role of Asima for the moment, until someone take it back, or that character dispears from the story. Anyway, as she is essential to the story right now, I'll go on with her...


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IC :

Asima was lost in her rituals for hours now. She had been aware of a malevolent spiritual presence in the ruins since their arival, but she decided not to share this information. After all, it could be useful. She tried to keep the spirits at largefor a moment, long enough to understand their will and see if she can make some osrt of a pact with them. Of course she found a way. After all, Sahana was a very nice piece of receptacle for that kind of spirit.
When her rituals were done, Asima, opened her eyes... just in time to be called loudly by that guard... Salif was his name. He didn't like her, that was true, and he would be quite an obstacle on the path of the task she had been assigned. Anyway, she had to take care of him one time or another.
Salif guided her to an adjacent room where she did find a really strange thing. There on the floor, half naked, laid Sahana. Her face was one of pure pleasure, eyes closed, leaned back, mouth open on looud moans ; one of her hands was tight on her breast, the other was busy playing between her wide opened legs. Sahana was panting, and Asima could say she was close to an orgasm. That was not Sahana's type...
But that was probably due to the spirit. Asima smiled inside, her plan was building in a very interesting way.
She turned to Salif and asked him to wait outside, to let her take the time to make her rituals in order to purify Sahana. he obeyed, although he doesn't seem evry happy with the idea. Another warrior afraid of mystical things, that was good to know.
Of course Asima was not going to free the princess from the spirit. She was on the task to completely ruin Sahana's reputation and to undermine all her family. That was a nice way to do it. Asima was going to put the spirit to rest, at least for some time.
 
Salif

Salif took the witch from her trance and pulled her in a hurry to the room where Sahana was. Once in the room, she seemed to understand quite fast what was going on.
- Let me alone with her, she said in a flat tone. I need to do some rituals in order to purify her.
Salif wasn't quite sure about this, but he didn't want to be there when magic was going to take place. And he didn't want to interfere with something that may help the princess. Reluctantly, he left the room and stood just outside, tinking about what may come out of all this.
He thought about what he had just done to Sahana. Of course, she seemed to have enjoyed it. But she wasn't herself. And... Oh by the Gods. Would she be angry? How would all this end?
 
As soon as she saw Asima, Sahana calmed down. Ok, everything will be fine now, she thought.

But as soon as Salif left the room, Asima's eyes went completely red and Sahana started to worry.

The sorceress stretched out her hands to the sky and was immediately covered by a glaring light. Then she pointed her arms at Sahana, who was still being posses by that strange spirit. Suddely she realized an outside force was fighting the one inside her. Slowly, her arms were forced over her head by some hands seizing her writs. She couldn't see anything but she surely felt them grabbing her and pushing her arms to the ground. Would this be another spirit brought by Asima?, she wondered.

She could feel this new force was stronger than the other one and though it all would be over soon. But then she felt something else. Something hot and wet took the place her hands had been a couple of seconds ago and it started rubbing her clit. It felt like when one of her cats licked her hand, but only this was a bigger tongue. Suddenly everything went blurry and she could only concentrate on that strange feeling coming from her slit. The imaginary tongue just kept licking faster and faster and she could feel the inner spirit getting weaker every time, while the one that had her hands stuck to the ground wouldn't move. Her body was writhing in pleasure and she felt it getting hotter. Finally, a sudden strong long throb came to her together with a stifled cry, her back arched and she lost consciousness.

Some seconds later Asima left the room and said to Salif: "It's over. She will be unconscious for quite a while and won't remember anything. Dress her and carry her out. We should get going."
 
Salif entered the room, and discovered Sahana laying there still half naked, cuddled on the cold stone floor. She was so pretty. And she seemed so happy, laying in such a restfull sleep. He made sure to dress her up again the best he could and managed to handle her out of there in her palanquin.
Salif buried his mind in organizing the day, the trip, the caravan. They were soon on the road again. Sahana was sleeping in her palanquin, unconscious. He rode towards Asima but he couldn't obtain any piece of information. The witch remained silent. ALthough she had put the princess to a rest, Salif still didn't trust her. He never trusted magic in fact.
During the ride, he remembered how he toook Sahana, and the delight of this. Her ass was such a nice place to visit. Soon he was hard and it became uncomfortable to ride. But he couldn't take those thoughts away.
 
Sahana woke up feeling her body sway. It took her some minutes to completely wake up and she found out she inside her palanquin surrounded by her two maidens, who were staring at her, and asked whether she was feeling ok.

"Yes, yes, I'm just a bit tired. What hapenned to me? I don't remember anything...".

They couldn't answer. All they could tell her was that she had disappeared with Salif in the middle of the sand storm. When it finished Salif had brought her unconscious to the palanquin and they had continued their journey.

Sahana tried to remember for a few minutes but she was completely blank. She had just felt completely calm and satisfied, as she had eaten too much and fallen asleep. She also had some blurry imagen in her mind but couldn't make any sense of them: her being tied to the floor, Salif being under her bare-chested, her being on her knees feeling something strange in her back... But as much as she tried and tried, those shere the only memories she got, and little by little they disappeared. She thought they must have been some kind of nightmare.

But it didn't aswer the fact she didn't remember what had hapenned, so she thought she could only ask Salif. She told one of her maidens to ask for him to come to her, as she was still quite tired and dizzy.
 
Salif came to the palanquin when asked to. With Sahana's agreement, he made the maids walk on their feet and he made sure no one else could hear.
He talked to hear in well-thoughts terms of what ahppened, ignoring some moments, trying to see what exactly she remebered. He told her about her feeling dizzy and strange, of an unknown voice coming out of her mouth. He told her of some strange moves she had, without details, and himself tryin to take care of that but surrendering to the power of magic and callin Asima in.
Salif made sure to avoid all the too sexually explicit stuff and of course how he took her. She seemed to really have forgottent everything. He played the courageous and noble defender of the haunted princess. And he played it well.

Sahana was lost with it all. Salif tried to reassure her, that her witch had taken care of everything and that it should went well. he also let know that it would be a bad idea to tell anyone else about this.
 
"For the Gods, I am so embarrassed. Did I make a fool of myself?" She snuggled, bending her legs, placing her head on her knees and huggings her legs. She was so afraid of having done something unappropiate.

"Of course I won't tell anybody, I don't know what happened to me and I wouldn't want anybody to know." She swang unconsciously with her worried thoughts.

Suddenly she approached Salif, held his hand and told him:
"You have to promise me you won't tell anybody either; and if it happens again, Gods forbid, you'll help me. I hope Asima's magic prevents any more strange events." She crawled back to her corner in the palanquin.

"How long until we get to my husband's palace?", she showed a strange face. "Now matter how many times I say it, I don't get used to that word. Do you think he'll be nice to me, Salif?" She had now forgotten about the strange events, being worried about what was to come when they reached their destination.
 
Salif tried to reassure her but as soon as he was beginning to answer Sahana's last question, someone screamed! They were under attack. Salif sweared and jump from the palanquin, he rode his camel adn wielded his weapon, shouting orders.
There on the dune silhouettes of raiders were standing.
There was no way to avoid them
Salif made what he could in such short time, cursing the socut that hadn't seen this and soon they were up for a fight.

The fight was hard, intense, and very short.
Salif was lost in battle's fever for a few minutes.

And when everything calmed down, the real problems began to appear. Two men dead, another hurt (quite badly). But worst of all... Sahana wasn't there anymore. With one of her maidens, she had been taken by the raiders. And Salif hadn't even see it happen. He cursed and sweared. He left a couple of men to check on the caravan, took the others and they began riding after the kidnappers...
 
During the attack, Sahana fell unconscious, part because her head hit something and part because she was still tired.

When she woke up half an hour later, she found herself tied to a chair, with a piece of cloth around her mouth. BUt when she looked around she hoped she had stayed unconscious. She saw three men, but she could hear some more talking and thought some more could be behind her, but as she was tied up, she couldn't easily move. Two of the men were playing with her maiden, and the third one was was sitting looking at them her back on Sahana. She instinctively screamed, but only a muffled sound came to the cloth. Even though, the men noticed her. The two men who were with her Maiden took their members out of her mouth and ass and looked at Sahana. The man who was sitting stand up, his dick still in his hand.

"Oh, the little princess has woken up", he said, as he approached her, as he went on stroking his dick.

"No, please, leave her alone. I'll whatever you want...", said her maiden, whose hands were tied to a pole in the tent.

"Of course you'll do, but when we are tired of you, we will get back, to the little princess", he said, as he caressed her check with his dick, leaving a wet trail on it.

"C'mon guys, let's get back to where we were, she is not going anywhere", he said, as she sat on another place. Sahana could see him shakin his cock while the other two went back to their previous positions. By the way he talked, she new he would be the chief of the gang.

She just closed her eyes and prayed for Salif to come and save them.
 
The raiders attached the girls in the chief's tent. The maiden was the first to be disposed of. After all, they could do to her whaterver they wanted. The future of the princess was still to be discussed. But the maiden wouldn't go very far. In fact, they used her in veery hole for hours. Men came in and out of the tent. She was pushed to crawl on four, he was laid on her back, she was taken in every imaginable position. Soon the young maiden was choking with cum in her mouth. Her ass was sore after this line of cocks taking her fiercely. Her count was hurting too. Every hole dripping with cum. She screamed. She cried. At the end she was only sobbing, exhausted, curled on the floor, completely spoiled. And Sahana had to watch this all the time. She was made to watch. Even when she turned her gaze away, the men forced her to watch. She saw the girl suffer.
Then the chief of the raiders walked towards Sahana and tore off the cloth covering her mouth.
- Hello sweet lady. We had a nice foreplay with your sweet follower here. (he grinned wildly) We'll have some rest to be ready for you. And I think you and me will spend a nice evening in a couple of hours, perhaps my men will alson join later... (and he laughed)
The man was alone with Sahana in the tent now. He grabbed her top clothes and ripped tehm apart, exposing her pure and tender breasts. He smiled at that view. And ran his hands on the globes, pressing on the nipples...


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Salif was pushing his mount very fast, his men following. He was full of rage and anger. He cannot let this happen. He cannot let her die at their hands. Or worst. There were alvers here around. There were dark cults killing people for their bad gods. There were even darker things in the desert.
It was hard to follow a trail in the sand with the wind blowing it away. Salif had to stop here and there. He had to stop at an oasis and ask the people living there about raiders in the area. He had to take some detours. And all the way he was loosing time, and he get angier and angrier. His fury had to fall on someone.
 
Sahana had been unconfortable watching those men on her maiden. But she was feeling even worse when they let her alone. That meant it was her turn and she wouldn't think about it. She thought it was a bad dream and she was going to wake up soon.

She closed her eyes with strngth. But when she opened them again, she was still there, and when the chief ripped her top she knew it was no dream. At least he was alone, the others were probably resting as they hadn't stopped in some hours while the other one now alone with her had been sitting in his chair, taking care of his manhood. He was still touching himself when he approached her, only letting his dick free to tear Sahana's clothes and touch her breasts. It was such an unpleasant feeling, but for a second she thought she had already felt it before. An image flashed thru her mind for a second. She could see Salif's face as she felt that hands on her. But she was faced with her reality soon again, when the man pushed her face with one hand, as he turned the other to his dick again.

"Let me take cae of this stiffness and we'll start right after, sweet little princess", he said, as he stroked his member faster and faster.

He was grabbing Sahana by her hair and getting closer to her face, his member right next to her cheeks. After a minute he was discharging on her: one of his loads at her face, another at her chest, another on her skirt.

"Much better!", he said sitting for a minute and then stood up with a malicious smile.
 
When Salif's men charged the camp, it was a whole world of fury and anger. They came by surprise and took everyone on their path. Althought they were less in number, they got the fury in them. And the duty to act properly to retrieve and protect Sahana.
And they succeeded.
They killed in a bloody storm and they retrieved the princess. And the maiden.

Soon sahana was safe on Salif's saddle, in front of him. He held her tight to prevent her from fallin. She was completely dazed by the sudden fight, battle, clash and screams, all the blood and violence...
 
Sahana was completely stunned. She had so many feelings inside her she couldn't chose one. She was still scared, although now she was safe, surrounded by Salif's arms. She was still worried, she had worried so much about her safety, physical and sexual. She was ashamed, because although she couldn't prevent it, a man had touched her improperly. Her top was still torn, and she was covering herself with her own arms. She felt dirty, and really was, as that man's fluids were still scattered around her skin. And she was tired. She just wanted to sleep and wake up from that filthy nightamare the gods had sent to her.

Finally she just broke down and cried until her head ached.
 
Salif and his men reached an oasis. No one was in sight. He ordered his men to keep a watch at the edge of the trees. And he took Sahana, crying, sobbing, soaked, in his arms. He marched between the trees till he reached the nice pond of clear water in the middle. There he laid her at the edge of the water. He leaned to whisper at her ear.
- Go clean yourself my princess.
As a noble and obedient guard he was, he turned himself to allow her to undress in privacy. But he had a pushing thought about turning his head and watch her. Feeling her body pressed against him during the ride had raised some instincts deep in him. For the sake of his mission, he had to resist them. He still didn't know why he had so easily given up on the night in the ruins, but now and for the the rest of his ife he had to keep to his orders. But he couldn't keep his mind of seeing again that body, that butt, those breasts, that cunt. Such an exciting and hot body.
 
Sahana decided to undress and sink herself in the water. Her top was torn and her skirt was dirty from that man's filthy snot, so she took it all away and threw it. She didn't want them to make her remember the horrible events.

"Salif, I'm going to need some clothes", she said while she rubbed herself under the water.

She wanted to take away the smell of that place. She rubbed so fiercely that it almost hurt, but she couldn't let the slightest drop of what had happened on her skin.

"I don't think you brought any spare clothes...", she said, remembering what she had told to Salif. "Maybe one of the guards could lend me his shirt till we get to the caravan and I can change...".

She was sure a girl like her wearing man's clothes was not customary, but she had nothing else. She couldn't even ask for her maiden's clothes, as hers were even more damaged that hers. Now she remebered about the poor girl, wondered how she would be. She looked for her around but couldn't see her. She guessed one of the guards was taking care of her.

"Salif, how is Garima? I can't see her from here. Is she ok?", she said as she went on washing herself.
 
"Salif, I'm going to need some clothes"

As sson as this was said, Salif began to take off his own clothes. They had been quite protected under his armor. He was going to keep on the minimum that decency needed ; the rest could be arranged a bit to be not too bad-looking for a returning princess.
All the time, he forced himself not to look back at her, but it was really hard to keep his gaze away.

"I don't think you brought any spare clothes... Maybe one of the guards could lend me his shirt till we get to the caravan and I can change...".

- It's already taken care off my Lady, I put some clothes here, they are ine but I'm sure you'll be able to arrange them on you for something quite comfortable of course. They're here on this rock.

"Salif, how is Garima? I can't see her from here. Is she ok?"

- Well, my men are taking care of her. She needed some healing and we're giving her what she needs. She's still really bad and haven't awaken yet. But she has a couple of injuries that would need your witc... your sorceress to heal, my Lady. We'll do what we can, hoping she'll make it to the caravan.
Salif's voice fell. he shivered.
- I'm sorry my Lady. I?m so sorry... They shouldn't have taken you. Whatever they did to you, to your maid, that's... that's...
Salif clenched his teeth and fists in anger.
- If you want to take me down from my status and put another one in command of the caravan. If you want me to go back to your father and tell him. If... I'll make all amend you think is perfect to show you how sorry I am my Lady...
 
"It is ok, Salif", she said, placing her hand on his shoulder from behind.

She had managed to dress with Salif's clothes and she had approached him. She put on his under shirt. It was a typical big V-neck white short shirt. It covered Sahana's body right below her butt, and the neck hole reached just till in the middle of her breasts, but they were covered.

She made him turn around so she could look him right in his eyes so as to show him she was completely true to him.

"I know you did what you could, and you came there as soon as possible. These men took us by surprise and there is nothing else you could have done. Besides, I'm quite fine now. Those men started playing with poor Garima and all they managed to do was rip my clothes, get a little dirt on me and touch me..." she stopped as she remembered it, closing her eyes trying to forget.

"I think we shouldn't tell anybody about that. I'll have Asima take care of Garima and we'll tell nothing happened to us, you got there on time. I wouldn't want my husband rejecting me because of that unfortunate event. I'm... I'm still a virgin, you know, nothing really happened..."

She started crying again, thinking about what could happen if his future husband discovered about what happened. She closed her arms around Salif's neck and embraced him, feeling his naked warm chest skin. As he had lended her his under shirt he was now just wearing his vest and part of his chest was shown. Sahana's tears ran down his skin as she was trying to calm herself again.

"But I know you did the best you could so there will be no punishment", she said separating from him, still some tears on her face.

She noticed his wet chest and moved forward to clean it with her sleeve.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I got you wet, let me dry it", she said

The stretchenin of the shirt opened the neck-hole, and part of her right breast was shown without her noticing. Her caressing his skin made her feel better, and she left the sleeve behind, now caressing his chest with her bare hand.

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As soon as he fet her hand on his shoulder, Salif shudered. She was so close. In his monologue, he hadn't noticed her coming out of the water.
And when he turned and faced her, discovering her so cute, so pure now. Cleaned, her hair and skin glistening in the sun, still wet from her bath, without the make-up and all the artificial stuff of her rank, just her plainly, it was as if lightning struck him. He couldn't say a word, although he tried to thank her for being so gentle and comforting and forgiving.
She cuddled against him, her sweet face crying on his chest. He ran his hands along her hair to help her calm down.
Suddenly she was caressing his chest... her right breast in full sight. And Salif couldn't take his gaze from her. He was suddenly really hard in his pants.
Salif was thinking fast. What was really happening here? What was all this? She was so... so close, so ... damn this was not how it all was supposed to go. He lifted his hand a bit. He should take her hand from him, stop this foolishness. But he wanted her to continue. Deep inside he wanter to touch him forever.
 
"You have such a soft skin", she pointed out without noticing.

She thought his being a guard and warrior he would be full of scars and bruises.

"You really take care over yourself...", she went on exploring his chest with her fingers as she got the idea she had done that before.
 
"Oh Gods help me" thought Salif. He lookep up to that sky, bittin hiw lower lip as he felt Sahana. So close, so perfect, her hand exploring his chest. He couldn't help but get really aroused now, his cock hardening and throbbin inside his pants. He smelled her scent, just as it seemed to be a pure essence of lust.
He looked down at her, one breast out, the other visible in the cleavage, her face, her wet hair...
 
Sahana's lips were getting closer to Salif's without her noticing. She was admiring her guard's body as she had never done before. She was so mesmerized that she didn't see one of Salif's men approaching.

"Sir, Lady..."

Sahana jumped backwards when she heard him. The man continued looking away.

"Salima is wondering if the princess needs her services, now she is finished with Garima."

"Oh, no, thank you. I'm fine. How is the poor girl?", she asked worried, remembering what had happened to the poor servant

"She is sleeping, my princess. Salima says she won't remember anything."

"I'm relieved hearing that", Salima said sighing. She thought for a moment about getting her mind cleared of that bad experience. But she gave up the idea, as she wouldn't have liked deleting parts of her life, bad as they were.

The guard bowed and left them alone again.

"I guess we should be going," Sahana said. "We have lost quite a lot of time with this terrible episode and we are going to be so late". She realized the sun was going down. "Or should we camp here?"
 
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