The Circassian (closed)

[a_libertine]

Marcel smiled to himself at Katirah's discomfort at the last task. If she only knew he thought to himself.

He watched as she left his eyes ravishing her with each step. He felt his manhood stirring between his legs and wondered if his leg would be up to some work that evening.

Oral sex was great, but Marcel needed to hear Katirah scream in pleasure more than he needed the relief from his balls.

Grabbing William before he left, Marcel verified that all bandits that could be found had been dealt with and the outriders stated the village had been large, prosperous and quiet.

Nodding Marcel went to Katirah's wagon leaning his head in. "Make sure, amour, that whomever you purchase you find pleasing."

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah started and held her pantaloons in front of her as she turned. She relaxed when she saw the Comte. "The Comte took me by surprise."

"Make sure, amour, that whomever you purchase you find pleasing."

He called her 'amour.' It made her heart sing. He rarely called her such things, and then only in the quiet darkness after his lust was sated. Perhaps the hashish was making him more tender.

Katirah wondered again what exactly he had in mind for this new slave. She now expected the Comte wanted to watch her with a woman, as he had watched her with Samira. His woulds were still grievous enough that he could not be active in coupling. Perhaps he thought she was less satisfied.

It did not matter what the Comte's reasons were. She must do his bidding regardless. She dropped to all fours and crawled the few feet to the Comte. "I will do as the Comte wishes." She leaned forward and kissed him softly. "If I am successful, should I bring the new slave to join the Comte for dinner?" Her nipples hardened in anticipation of what the Comte would desire from them.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel could hear the anticipation in Katirah's voice. Cupping her breast he drew his finger tips along it until he arrived at her hard nipple and pulled on it gently.

"I would see what you bought prior to you bringing her to my tent. Perhaps she can bring us dinner."

Marcel kissed Katirah on the cheek and hugged head to his a moment. Releasing her, he turned, hobbling off, still hopping primarily on his right leg. Working his way toward the back of the caravan, Marcel inspected the slaves that William had been adding the last week or so.

Marcel marveled at the sheer number of women and children. William had been raiding bandits mercilessly while they came through the short cut. Marcel had figured after two days, the bandits would hide leaving nothing for William and his men to attack.

But no, they stayed their grounds apparently and paid with their lives. Their women, children and slaves were paying too. Grabbing the slave master, Marcel instructed, "Separate the ones that were slaves and captives of the bandits from those that were wives and children."

The slave master nodded, "Of course, Comte, what shall I do with them."

Marcel looked over the fifty or so women and children then said, "The former slaves and captives send to me just before dinner, after you hear Katirah has returned." He looked at the women again, "The others are to be porters, not entrusted with food or water until they prove a lack of motivation for revenge."

The slave master nodded his understanding. "Yes, Comte, it will be as you instruct."

 

[haremfaery]

"I will do as the Comte wishes." As he held her, she thought that perhaps the hashish was softening the Comte, easing his mind. He had been so tender lately.

She watched him hobble off, then finished dressing. William and Samara were waiting for her. They went into the village. ((Not sure what their appropriate mode of transportation would be, a litter? horseback?))

They went through the village, a town really, since it was right on the caravan route. William must have already found out the way to go, since he led them right to the slave master's stall off a street from the marketplace that opened on a square where auctions were probably held.

The slave master greeted them, giving the women an appraising look. Katirah stared him down. "I am here to purchase a slave schooled in pleasure. Do you have any? I want to see them all."

The slave master looked at William, who nodded to him. "Do what she asks, it is for the Comte who is leading the caravan."

The slave master bowed and left them. He returned with four women. One was barely old enough to be called such. Katirah dismissed her. The other three she looked over carefully. One seemed very thin, one was short and plump with a round face. The last was nearly as tall as Katirah, older with a riper body. More full and round. Her face was pretty with big dark eyes and dark hair. Her skin was somewhere between Katirah' and Samara's.

But how this slave looked wasn't all that was important. "What sort of training do these women have?" She asked the slave master.

"Each has been well trained in all of the arts of pleasure. They know how to use their hands and mouths to pleasure a man." He paused an looked at Katirah. "Or a woman. They are willing and even happy to offer every orifice for pleasure."

"They have been schooled in the techniques of the Far East. Sophia will give or receive pain as her master wishes. And can take even the largest cocks deep into her mouth." he said of the third slave.

"What is the cost of each of these?" Katirah looked at the plump woman more closely. She had a sweet face. Katirah did not want the man to think she had a preference, because then he would try to make her pay more.

Katirah walked up to the thin woman and kissed her. Then she kissed Sofia. And finally she kissed the plump one lingering on her.

The slave master nodded. "Jana, as you can see, enjoys the pleasures to be had with a woman very much."

"We also need a cook slave. A good one."

"I have just the one." He waved his hand and a servant went into the building returning shortly with a nondescript woman. "This one. She is a very good cook."

"How much for the cook and one of these women?"

"Which one?"

"The plump morsel." Katirah said smiling.

"Ah, the best of the three."

They negotiated prices. When Katirah got him as low as she could, she changed her mind. "No, we do not have that much coin. What about her? She pointed to Sophia."

The slave master made a face.

"She is not so expensive as the other." Katirah smiled.

They negotiated a little more. Katirah was very happy with the transaction. William handed over the coins after countng them carefully. Then the group of five moved back into the marketplace for Katirah to find hashish for the Comte.

 

[haremfaery]

"I will do as the Comte wishes." As he held her, she thought that perhaps the hashish was softening the Comte, easing his mind. He had been so tender lately.

She watched him hobble off, then finished dressing. William and Samara were waiting for her. They went into the village. ((Not sure what their appropriate mode of transportation would be, a litter? horseback?))

They went through the village, a town really, since it was right on the caravan route. William must have already found out the way to go, since he led them right to the slave master's stall off a street from the marketplace that opened on a square where auctions were probably held.

The slave master greeted them, giving the women an appraising look. Katirah stared him down. "I am here to purchase a slave schooled in pleasure. Do you have any? I want to see them all."

The slave master looked at William, who nodded to him. "Do what she asks, it is for the Comte who is leading the caravan."

The slave master bowed and left them. He returned with four women. One was barely old enough to be called such. Katirah dismissed her. The other three she looked over carefully. One seemed very thin, one was short and plump with a round face. The last was nearly as tall as Katirah, older with a riper body. More full and round. Her face was pretty with big dark eyes and dark hair. Her skin was somewhere between Katirah' and Samara's.

But how this slave looked wasn't all that was important. "What sort of training do these women have?" She asked the slave master.

"Each has been well trained in all of the arts of pleasure. They know how to use their hands and mouths to pleasure a man." He paused an looked at Katirah. "Or a woman. They are willing and even happy to offer every orifice for pleasure."

"They have been schooled in the techniques of the Far East. Sophia will give or receive pain as her master wishes. And can take even the largest cocks deep into her mouth." he said of the third slave.

"What is the cost of each of these?" Katirah looked at the plump woman more closely. She had a sweet face. Katirah did not want the man to think she had a preference, because then he would try to make her pay more.

Katirah walked up to the thin woman and kissed her. Then she kissed Sofia. And finally she kissed the plump one lingering on her.

The slave master nodded. "Jana, as you can see, enjoys the pleasures to be had with a woman very much."

"We also need a cook slave. A good one."

"I have just the one." He waved his hand and a servant went into the building returning shortly with a nondescript woman. "This one. She is a very good cook."

"How much for the cook and one of these women?"

"Which one?"

"The plump morsel." Katirah said smiling.

"Ah, the best of the three."

They negotiated prices. When Katirah got him as low as she could, she changed her mind. "No, we do not have that much coin. What about her? She pointed to Sophia."

The slave master made a face.

"She is not so expensive as the other." Katirah smiled.

They negotiated a little more. Katirah was very happy with the transaction. William handed over the coins after counting them carefully. Then the group of five moved back into the marketplace for Katirah to find hashish for the Comte.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel walked among the knights and men at arms, using a stick to support his weight. Ribald comments were exchanged about the Comte's condition and his lack of mobility. Marcel went along with the commentary for a while, the general theme fitting in with his basic self deprecating nature.

Arriving back at his tent, Marcel lit the hookah, taking a series of deep puffs. The smoke slowly eased the pain from his thigh and arm, replacing it with a general calm that bordered on giddiness.

Afterward he moved to a chair and sat on it with a glass of wine.

Sometime later he heard commotion outside and saw the flap open and Katirah letting herself in. She had a smug look and a twinkle in her eye as she whispered, "My Comte."

Looking at her he waited as she stripped then came over to him. Cupping her face he said, "Judging from your eyes, you are quite satisfied with your day?"

 

[haremfaery]

"Yes, I am." Katirah told the Comte leaning in to give him a kiss. The air was heavy with the scent of the hashish. "It was good to get away from the camp and walk. I am getting too soft lying in my wagon day after day." She pinched a but of flesh at her hip.

"I have done as the Comte asked." She settled on a pillow next to his good leg. "I have purchased a cook slave and told her of some of your likes and dislikes." She smiled up at him. "No porridge. Ever. I have purchased more hashish and some cooking spices. And..." She rested her arm on his thigh. "I have found a sex slave for the Comte. I made a very good deal. William says I am...sneaky? He said I should play at cards for money."

"The slave is Sophia. I think she is very pretty." But not so pretty as me. "She has a good figure, full and ripe. I have put her things in my wagon unless the Comte wishes her elsewhere? She has some clothes and her...things. I have not looked at them yet. She will bring dinner when it is ready. May I get the Comte something in the meantime?"

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel shook his head and said, "No, the slave master is bringing the women and children that William has captured over shortly. These are supposed to be the slaves that were slaves and captives of the bandits, not their wives and children."

He looked down at her curious face and said with a smile, "I want you to verify that. Once that is done, I will decide what their future is."

"After that I will meet your new play toy."

 

[haremfaery]

"How am I to determine that? What difference does it make if they are slaves or families of the bandits? Will not the Comte turn all of them over to the slave master?" Katirah was puzzled. The Comte had given her responsibility for some marginally important things of late. What did this mean? Did he not feel up to it himself in his pain?

"How is the Comte's pain today? Not too long on horseback with me gone so long, I hope." She smiled slyly up at him and hugged his thigh.

It was not long before the slave master entered the tent. "The bandits' slaves are here, Comte." he bowed deferentially. After the threat he had received about taking care that no harm come to any of the slaves, he acted carefully around the man. But he could not keep his eyes from straying to Katirah. he had seen her naked before, but no whole man could tire of looking at such a magnificent creature. "Shall I send them in or will you come out to inspect them?"

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel looked up at the slave master and then down to Katirah as an idea came to him. "Bring them in here, one at a time. They will then leave via the back of the tent, and your to take them away with out allowing the others to talk to them, and if possible not allowing them to see them."

Marcel then looked at Katirah, "I would guess that a slave would be less bothered by your nudity than a wife, would you not think?"

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah was not sure what the Comte had in mind with this. What difference if they were wives of the bandits or slaves? Life in the mountains was harsh and she doubted that the wives were treated much better than the slaves by the men in the bandit camps. It would only make a difference in the pecking order. A wife could order any slave to do her bidding.

"I think niether would be bothered by it, all would know me for the Com'te's sex slave. Slaves would see me as an equal, the wives would see me as lesser to themselves."

"Once the Comte has determined one from another--then what? Will their fates be so different?" Or perhaps the Comte simply didn't want the wives in positions where they might try to get revenge for his ruthlessness.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel shrugged at Katirah's question, keeping his own council for the moment.

One by one the women and female children were paraded before Katirah and Marcel. Each one was asked a series of questions at random by Katirah. Marcel merely sat quietly and watched the demeanor of each, listening to their tone of voice, completely ignoring the answers.

The names of which he wrote in two lists, one list were the women he felt were truly slaves, the second the list of wives. Or in this case, one wife and pubescent daughter, neither of which bothered to try and hide their disdain for Katirah.

The daughter was not unattractive and her voice, what he heard of it, was pleasant. A thought gestated in his mind and in French, "Katirah, can you train the daughter by the time we get to France?"

He saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes and then said, "If so, begin tonight, she will be your maidservant with the thought of becoming the Marquis' gift when we arrive in France, provided she is skilled enough."

He glanced at the mother, "As for her, she can groom the horses and shovel their shit until I can sell her, or she gets herself killed."

He could see the confusion in the two other women. Switching to Aramaic, "Though we could make the mother a cum bag for the men at arms."

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah had no idea what was in the Comte's mind, other than to determine who had been a slave of the bandits and who had not. But when she saw that the Comte was looking for someone he would give to the Marquis in her place. Her heart lifted. He was a very clever man.

"In a year or less? I could never teach her to play so many instruments, nor all of the songs I know...Girl, sing me a song. Any song. make it a good one, lest you join your mother tending horses."

Katirah flinched a little at the Comte's coarse words for the mother. if only the stupid woman had not been so haughty. She must have been born to the bandits and not a captive turned wife to act like this.

She shifted on her cushion, she should have brought the wine closer. She kissed the Comte's knee and smiled up at him.

The girl sang what sounded like a lament to Katirah. Her voice faltered at first, but improved as she went. It was high and sweet, but breathy. She waved her hand for the girl to stop. "Her voice is good enough and will improve with training. I will begin with singing and the lute. We can do that in the wagon by day. In the evening, with the Comte's leave, I will teach her dancing."

Her wagon would be crowded indeed with Sophia and now this new girl. Katirah would have Sophia inspect the girl, whom she expected was still a virgin. That should make the Marquis happy. Most men liked the idea of being the first.

Katirah thought of all the things that needed to be done to the girl. She smiled a little, the girl was not that much younger than she.

"What is your name?" She asked the girl in Aramaic.

"Tamzin."

"Very well, Tamzin. You may pour wine for the Comte and myself."

Tamzin looked at her.

"Go. Quickly. The wine and goblets are there." She pointed. "Or do you prefer to join your mother in shoveling manure?"

The girl moved them and did as she was bid.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel watched the exchange between the two women, and almost butted in, but decided against it. Katirah would handle the situation, and if she didn't he could always come down heavily later on.

Tamzin poured them each a glass of wine, her face set angrily. He grinned ruefully and asked, "Are we sure it is best to have her serve us wine? She could poison it, you know."

He saw a momentary look of shock on Katirah's face. Patting her shoulder gently he said, "Worry not, if she does, then I will have Henri exact a quite nasty repercussion for her."

Sipping the wine, "Now let's see the major purchase today."

 

[haremfaery]

((Katirah plans to tell Tamzin about the expectations for her and that the Comte is swift to punish those who transgress.))

"I will see that she is always searched before handling food or drink. I will explain to her later what the Comte's displeasure will bring down on her." Katirah smiled. "I will show her my flogger. I can beat her and leave no permanent marks." She said the last in Aramaic so Tamsin would hear and understand.

Katirah beamed. "She should be here with our dinner--"

Sophia walked into the tent carrying a tray of food. She had a pleasant look on her face and a sway to her step. She boldly looked at the Comte taking his measure. It was as she had been told. He was a fine figure of a man. She had thought she had been purchased to please the woman, Katirah, but now, looking at the two of them together, she was unsure just what would be expected of her.

"Comte." Sophia placed the tray on the table and stood back. Katirah had given her a caftan to wear. It was a little long and a little tight across her backside and chest.

Katirah watched the Comte to see if he approved.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel eyed the new woman critically and nodded, she was indeed comely, and bore herself in a manner that exuded sex appeal. Sophie had that annoying little smirk on her face that it had taken him so long to get Katirah to hide in his presence.

Looking from Sophie to Tamzin and back he said in Aramaic, "Katirah is my voice, you both will obey her as if I were speaking to you." He waited until each of the women nodded in acknowledgment.

"Further," his Aramaic became more halting as he worked through the grammar and translation. "What ever stat of dress Katirah is in, you will not be dressed any better in her presence."

He looked and thought he stated himself poorly for it seemed all three were looking at him quizzically. "If she," pointing at Katirah, "is dressed, you may be dressed. If she is not, you may not."

 

[haremfaery]

"Sophia is to your liking then?" Katirah asked eagerly.

She tried to make what the Comte was saying very simple. "The Comte is saying you must both take off your clothes. I have promised to be naked in his tent, and so you both must be as well." She waved her hand at them. "Rapidement. Quickly." She translated for them. Her French was not the best, but she could begin to teach them both. Which brought an idea to mind.

"My Comte, along with the lessons I must teach, and those that Sophia must teach...Is there someone the Comte can do without for a a little time everyday to teach us French. I think it is important for the three of us to speak the tongue of our master." She could not help herself, she said the last bit with a hint of a double meaning. She took a bit of meat from the plate and offered it to him. Her nipples were already hard with anticipation of what the Comte had in mind for the evening.

 

[a_libertine]

"Yes, I am sure we can find someone to help with French."

Looking down, Marcel could see Katirah's obvious state of excitement. "As far as Sophie goes, you appear to be quite satisfied with her, so why would I not be?"

He watched the two women undress, one hesitantly, the other far less so. "While Sophie teaches you, she will teach Tamzin as well. But Tamzin must remain intact until we get to France."

Cupping Katirah's face he bent close, his lips almost brushing hers as he said, "She is not as beautiful, she is not as talented singing, so she must be pure so that she has one value that would appeal to him."

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah smiled. "The choices were limited. I am glad the Comte approves."

Katirah looked up at the Comte. "I understand. I will see she is kept pure. There are many things she can learn that will keep her 'intact.' I will improve her singing and teach her the lute and dancing. And the Marquis must understand that Tamzin, while a woman indeed, has not fully bloomed. I think she will make him very happy. If the Comte can tell me more about the Marquis, I will see to it that Tamzin is trained to be more appealing to him." She fed the Comte a piece of food and took one for herself.

She would make explaining things to these new slave a top priority. They were her responsibility and she would not disappoint the Comte.

She waved to Tamzin to refill their goblets. "The Comte seems happy tonight. Is the pain less today?" She let her hand slide along his inner thigh.

 

[a_libertine]

The feel of Katirah's hand stroking up and down his inner thigh caused Marcel's breath to catch in his throat. Spreading his legs slightly to encourage that simple movement to continue, he said, "I smoked some of the hashish earlier, and that does a marvelous job of controlling the pain."

He looked at the three women and studied their contrasts a moment. One was a lush field made for sex, the youngest all hard angles and hints and vague promise of beauty in the near future. And then there was Katirah, a magnificent beauty in any culture, or by any definition.

His hand dropped down to Katirah's breast and he pulled gently on the hard nub he found there. "I want to see her in action with you," he said softly.

 

[haremfaery]

Katirah gripped the Comte's thigh tighter when pulled on her nipple. "Now?" She had been pleasuring him with her mouth and herself with her own hand on occasion since the Comte's injuries. She knew he liked to hear her howl when she reached her climax and his wounds would not allow for him to exert himself in that way. Although, she was still curious as to what ways he found her lacking that he wanted a sex slave to instruct her.

She swallowed and looked at him. "Yes, my Comte." Sophia's aids had been taken to her wagon, but her own box of things were here in the Comte's keeping.

"Does the Comte wish to get more comfortable?"

Katirah stood and took another sip of her wine. She walked to Sophia and offered some to her. She led the woman to the furs and pulled her down with her. They kissed somewhat tentatively then with more fervor. Katirah had wished that they had had more time to get to know each other. There hands roamed each other, discovering each other's curves and contours.

"The Comte like to hear me scream with pleasure." Katirah whispered. "He may tell us what he wants to see. What he wants us to do." She said between kisses.

Meanwhile, Tamzin stood against the side of the tent trying to look invisible. She also not to watch the two women of the way the Comte was watching them.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel hopped his way across the tent and lowered himself slowly, and painfully onto the furs next to the hookah. As the two women kissed and whispered to each other Marcel loaded the hookah and waived Tamzin over to light it.

"Perhaps before you begin, you should partake of the hookah and relax some." Marcel said.

Taking a pull while Tamzin held the ember, Marcel rolled his eyes back and marveled once again at the magic of the pungent smoke.

 

[haremfaery]

The Comte must have sensed or seen how tentative the two of them were being. Katirah sat up and reached for the mouthpiece when the Comte was done with it. She inhaled deeply then handed it to Sophia. She blew out the smoke in Tamzin's direction with a sly smile. The girl would certainly get a lesson tonight.

"Is the Comte comfortable?" Katirah asked. Then, "Tamzin, you must see to whatever the Comte wishes."

Katirah and Sophia took a few more puffs of the hookah before Katirah handed it back to the Comte. She smiled up at him with glassy eyes. Then called to Tamzin. "Bring the carved box over here to us." She grinned at the Comte, "In case the Comte would like to see any of the contents put to use."

She turned to Sophia and put her legs over the other woman's so they sat entwined as she kissed her again.

Their hands began exploring each other again. Sophia glanced occasionally at the Comte to gauge his reaction. She wished she had more time to speak to Katirah, but she was sure the Comte would direct them. For now he seemed to enjoy just watching them.

Sophia pushed Katirah back onto the furs and slid a hand between her legs. She nipped and kissed and sucked on her neck working down to her breast. Katirah moaned and arched her back.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel watched the two women long enough to get the idea that Sophia did indeed know what she was doing, and had a wrinkle or two up her belt that Samara did not have.

Glancing at Tamzin, "Pay attention," he said in Aramaic, "you will need to know how to please one more powerful than I, one with more..." Marcel searched for the right word and decided he did not know the exact translation for libertine, and settled for, "varied tastes than you or I."

He saw a blush had crept up the younger woman's face and neck. Nodding, he said, "Modesty and pretty, nice combination. Make sure to keep them."

 

[haremfaery]

Tamzin's face heated up. Her face remained impassive but her eyes flashed. "I am not a whore." She said glancing at the two women to show what she thought of them.

Katirah was not so far overcome with lust at this point that she was not still paying some attention to the Comte. When she heard Tamzin, she knew the girl would be difficult. She sighed a little. A few beatings by her hand or the Comte's would put her right, along with some threats should be enough to do the trick. Once the girl realized there were plenty of things that could be done to her or forced upon her all while keeping her maidenhead intact, Katirah expected she would comply quickly enough.

She herself still displeased the Comte, but she was learning. That and since his injuries he seemed less inclined to anger. She thought the hashish had a calming effect on him. She would be sad when he no longer required it.

All of those thoughts fled when Sophia slipped a finger inside her and massaged her clit with her thumb. Katirah shuddered and moaned. Her own hand sought to return the favor.