The Sultan's Feast

[SexyChele]

Atara

Feeling the handsome young prince beside her bristling with anger and indignation, Atara was at a loss as to how to bring comfort and pleasure to this guest. Briefly a frown crossed her face as confusion clouded her mind as the to the Sultan's words. Yet, he was her Master, and it was not her place to question what he did.

As Valic's fingers touched her skin, she shivered at the touch. She glanced up into his handsome face briefly, amazed that her body had responded so quickly to this man's touch. She glanced at his hair, and suddenly had to repress the urge to run her fingers through it, soothing it back from his face. As his glance drifted briefly to her, Atara felt her cheeks darken and tried to divert her eyes before being seen. Yet, she could tell by the way Valic's fingers lingered on her skin, that her look had been noted.

With the Sultan's speech, Atara felt the blood drain from her face. She quickly glanced at the row of concubines lining the wall. Yes, she understood the politics of the harem - there was very little love lost between the women behind the silken veils. Most were cutthroat in their desire to become the Sultan's favored one. But death to most? She looked in the direction of the Sultan, wondering why he would do this. A man of his position based part of his wealth on the women in his harem, and here he was about to cast them aside. Had the conquest truly been that remarkable?

Atara quickly glanced at Larina, standing in shocked silence at the Sultan's words. Yes, it was true she called one of his wives "mother", but all knew she was truly the daughter of one of his concubines. Her look spoke her feelings, though she tried hard to cover it. To disagree with the Sultan could bring about death or punishment.

Moving her glance along the row of guests, Atara met the stare of the slave, Shinaa. She seemed to be pleading with her, and Atara returned her stare openly. The slave was safe, that was assured. But then Atara glanced over at Milla, new to the harem and still most unaware of it's politicos. Yes, there would be certain people to plead for, that was true. And Atara knew that she had some power to sway the Sultan's heart.

Yet, he had given her to Valic for the night's pleasure. Atara glanced at her hands, folded in her lap, and tried to think of how she might influence the Sultan. Perhaps, if she found favor with the prince sitting next to her this night, he might consider intervening?

Suddenly Atara's mind was brought sharply back to focus as the two guards took up their position behind the prince. To be a guest and under guard in the Sultan's palace was not going to make persuasion any easier. Swallowing hard, her mind still calculating, Atara leaned towards the prince and rested her hand upon his arm. The tension was still strong within the room, and she hoped her gentle words might dispel it to some degree.

"Is there any way that I may serve you, lord? There is much food and drink here this night. Indeed Larina is much skilled as a dancer."

Almost as if on cue, the music rose from behind a curtain, and Larina once more moved her body in the graceful moves in time with the music. Indeed she was a delight to watch.

Atara glanced up at the prince, but his attention lingered only briefly on the beautiful dancer, before settling on the Sultan. Taking a chance, Atara raised her fingers to his face, stroking his face tenderly from his temple to his jaw.

"Lord? I am at your disposal for whatever you wish," Atara whispered humbly.

 

[Suave Intent]

Vanity...

So it occured to the youthful Prince that subtlety was not the way of the Sultan. A pity that such a fact would remain a mystery up until this point, he was simply astonished and stunned with the Sultan's dictations. Neck straining momentarily as he directed his gaze towards the rear end of the room, intense gaze resting upon the rather enlarged men as they took up a stance to either side of him. Valic, what had you gotten yourself into? The though resounded within the furthest recesses of his minds as he had allowed himself to OVERESTIMATE the Sultan's civility. Never before had royalty been treated with such indignation, and upon returning to his Homeland, there would be an outraged cry unlike that any has ever witnessed. And if he didn't return...the cry would have been increased a thousand fold. So rather than allowing himself to sulk within his apparent defeat, he merely allowed for a mocking smile to manipulate his lips into a rather sinsiter appearance. Biceps flexing momentarily as he caught the silken strands of hair resting upon his arm, the warmth of her head soon occupying the said position as he merely backed into his seat in apparent acquiescence. A momentary glance offered towards the naive Concubine as he spoked with hushed tones reserved only for Atara's hearing.

"My hunger has fled, and in regards to the Princess, any creature that was spawned from that pathetic sack of flesh does not deserve the grace of my acknowledgement."

The words were spewed forth in a bitter tone as a momentary glance was directed within Larina's direction. Nothing more than a passing fancy, he merely shook his head and reclined back into the lush cushions of his seat. The wine seemed vile, as was everything save the lovely Atara at that moment. Yet as he felt the delicate fingers of Atara's unmarred flesh, he could not help but allow for his icy heart to rekindle and warm. A private smile shared with the enslaved girl before he allowed for his own hand to extend. Agile fingertips gently coercing her chin to raise towards the Heavens as he directed for the rest of her body to join. His lap would act as an equally comfortable place, would it not? And such was indicated by the simple gestures he offered with his hands and eyes, a simple dip of his chin to acknowledge the actions he wished to be taken.

"I simply wish your company, for all else this Palace has to offer is filth in comparison."

And as before, his words were but a whisper meant for only she to hear.

 

[papillon24]

Larina

I let my body move to the passing beat of the music as my mind became intoxicated with it. My body flowed to the sound of it llike I was born to dance.

I looked over to father as he disscussed passing matters with his guest Valic. Two men came up from behind him and he sat again with Atara who began to comfort him. I glanced over at Akarri who watched patiently. The music came to a close around the song and I bowed to the room. I glace at my father and move to him bowing properly abd kissing his hand.

"Father has my dance pleased you and your guests, if so may I be granted as short leave so that I may ret in the cool night air of the gardens. If you fear for my saftey, Akarri could be my escort and gaurd while I walk." I look up at him putting on my best begging eyes I knew he could not resist "Please?"

 

[ALOHA]

Milla

She was not afraid, in spite of the tension that flowed around her and cast terrified glances from some and worried looks from others, Milla didn't care. As long as she was away from that beast Abu, who tried to get into her bed and take her virginity. And she was sure if his wife found out, he would say that she, Milla, had seduced him, and then she would beat her. That was the way it was for many slave girls. Raped by the master and beaten by the mistress. Maybe, just maybe her life in this palace would turn for the better. And if not, insha allah, then if was fate, just like anything else that happened in this world.

So she sat with a serene look of her face, a half smile on her lips, and alert green eyes looking around and taking in everything that was happening. She didn't quite understand why the Sultan was angry at one of the guests, nor why he threatened to put all his concubines to death. She knew she would be alright, at least till she officially became a concubine, which was not even determined yet. Whatever the Sultan intended to do with her, she would have to accept it.

The other servant girl that the Sultan told to sit with him, looked at her with compassion in her eyes, and smiled. Milla smiled back. They were about the same age, and Milla hoped they would become friends.

Then the sultan stood up and clapped his hands, asking his daughter to start her dance. Shinaa reached over and clasped Milla's hand in her own. "You have just come to us, you should be safe. We shall speak to Atara and perhaps she can try to intervene on your behalf." Wondering what she meant, Milla just smiled back at her, and sat back to enjoy the show.

 

[ariosto]

The Sultan...


"Your dance has whetted even your own father's loins, little one.
You see the effect you have had?"
Indeed the temperature in the room seemed to have risen and everyone especially the males, all save the insolent Vailic, seemed to be exhibiting a flush of eagerness and arousal...Lust lay palpable in the room.

"I think a walk in the garden with Akirri is a splendid idea child,"
The Sultan leaned down and kissed his daughter full on her crimson lips...her cheeks flushed!... never had she been so kissed before! Even Akarri...

"But first...First we must watch the dance of Atara, the 'jewel of the seraglio', a dance she has prepared for our ...guest.

"Atara!"
He clapped his hands like gunshot.
"Dance for the Prince girl...show him your allure."
Then he turned on the fat merchant,
"Abu, thank you for your gift... now get you gone from here. What transpires next is not for outsiders to see."

Haroun lay back on the silk pillows, his one hand gently caressing Milla's thigh and his other resting on the slave girl Shinaa's warm young breast.

"We are waiting pretty one..."

 

[SexyChele]

Atara

She felt his fingers on her chin and her body shuddered at his touch. Hesitating to look Valic directing in the eye, she attempted to avert his gaze, but the intensity of his look was more than Atara could stand. She looked him full in the eyes, even as she felt him lift her and place her on his lap.

"I simply wish your company, for all else this Palace has to offer is filth in comparison."

Atara felt a tingle run down her sping at his words, and she was suddenly keenly aware that her body was responding to this man. At first she felt stiff and akward in his lap, but though his words seemed harsh, his demeanor was calm, and she relaxed and felt her body meld into his.

Atara watched as Larina wove through her dance, her lithe young body moving easily to the music and arresting the attention of all in the room. Indeed, she was mezmorizing. When her dance concluded, Atara had to bring herself back to reality, back into the arms of the man who held her. She vaguely heard the Sultan allowing his daughter to be in the company of Akarri, but her mind was elsewhere.

Until she heard her name.

A directive from the Sultan to dance for all those present. Something she could not deny. Giving Valic a brief smile, she slid from his lap and made her way to the center of the floor. Standing on her left foot, her right leg extended, her foot held in a point, she raised her arms above her head, and let her head fall back, slightly. She could feel the end of her hair brushing her lower back, her breasts on full display.

The musicians began the melody - light, yet sensual - and Atarra allowed her body to move to the sound. Rotating her hips while bringing her arms forward and then down, Atarra spun into circles, the soft silk of her costume flaring out around her legs. Removing the veil from her hair, she draped it behind her body, her stomach undulating to the beat of the music. Arching her back, letting the veil slink to the floor, Atarra began to move her shoulders, causing her entire body to react to the strains of the music. She moved with grace and precisions, dancing first in front of the Sultan, and then moving down the line of guests.

When she reached the spot of Valic, she lingered longest. She stood with her body upright, veil framing her body, her belly movng in ways most would think impossible. She closed her eyes and imagined the handsome prince atop her, his arms enfolding her, giving her body to him. Her movements mimicked her thoughts, her hips thrusting gracefully forward, her shoulders shaking, her lips parted. As she slowly opened them, Atara noticed Valic staring at her intensely, and she knew she must have this man.

Raising the veil above her head, she bent forward, and allowed the soft silk to flutter as a feather around Valic's head and shoulders. She watched as he slowly slid the silk from him, holding the material briefly to his nose, before looking up at her and giving her a brief smile.

As the music ended, Atarra rushed to the seat of the Sultan, bowing low to the ground, awaiting his command.

"Well done, girl! Well done! Now, back to the prince - maybe that has softened his heart!"

Breathing deeply, Atarra made her way back to Valic, who held his arms open to welcome her into his lap once more. Atarra attempted to retrieve her veil to once more cover her hair, yet the prince held it captive, instead choosing to run his fingers lightly through her tresses, as she sighted deeply.

 

[Suave Intent]

Valic

Emotionless countenance continued to act predominant upon the young prince's face as he viewed all that transpired before him.  The incestuous kiss shared between Sultan and daughter caused a shiver of repulsion to course throughout his entire being.  If not for the armed guards behind him and the Angelic creature atop his lap, he would have left without so much as another thought.  However, such an action was impossible to commit as he resigned himself to remain distant and aloof.  Almost as if an aura of superiority was suspended in a sphere around his body, he even managed to dispense with the words that were boomed forth by the overly pompous Sultan. His only warning to the directive given deriving itself within the lack of warmth he felt as the lithe concubine slid free from his form. Crimson-tinged mouth spreading into a coy smile as he nodded his head in consent. The corners of his eyes never once releasing its focus upon the coiling Sultan. He was a cobra poised to strike, and any sign of weakness that the other would show would become his downfall.

And so the music began. Sensual tones carrying their tune throughout the entire reception hall as the captivating sight of Atara's lascivious form gyrating this way and that held the youthful ruler within complete awe. Her body was flawless, as were the endless movements she comitted before the guests, and the...Sultan. Yes, a flare of jealousy burned deep inside viridian depths as he knew that that filthy swine held a sphere of influence over the delicate rose that Atara represented. It was natural instinct for such feelings to overcome one of his position, yet unlike other times, the feeling was not fleeting. It continued to hinder his capabilities of rational thought and focus until reality was hurled back upon him.

The personification of raw sexuality and desire, she acted to stimulate every pore within his body. The silken cloth of her veil bringing the intoxicating aroma of her essence, the scent further arousing his senses as his intense gaze locked boldly onto the concubine's body. Images of carnal actions seized his mind as he brought the silk towards his nose. Her very being inhaled as a deviant smile was allowed to play across paled lips, the melody soon finding its conclusion just as the silken material was safely stored away for later keeping.

His lap, like before, acting as the perfect place to harbor the salicious minx as a noticeable organ was felt directly underneath her arse. Of course, it could have been the hilt of his blade...maybe.

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Akarri

Akarri felt a surge of jealousy surface in him as he watched the Sultan kiss his own daughter, and Akarri's only love. Akarri turned his attention to the the Sultan's new enemy, wondering what his true intentions at this gathering were. He frowned to himself, even thinking of allowing the Prince to do anything harmful to the Sultan was enough for him to make his guilt overcome him. He looked back to the princess, smiling softly and waiting for her to request him for a walk outside.

 

[papillon24]

Larina

the kiss upon my liips from my father causes a blush to come to my cheeks. I can feel the gaze of all in the room watching in distaste at this act by my father.

"I think a walk in the garden with Akirri is a splendid idea child,

"thank you father" I move from where I knelt at the feet of my father to Akarri

"Akarri, It would be my honor if you would accompany me on m y walk through the garden" I take his hand and kiss it turning slowly and heading for the doors to the garden waiting for my love to follow.

I could feel the night air as the doors opened. So much more comforting than the stuffyness of the grand hall with all those people and servants. I could feel the breeze brush through my hair as I walked. The smell of the flowers imported from all around the region was intoxocating as the finest opium.

Footsteps sounded behind me and I knew my love was here to join be in a night of bliss.

"Akkarri....?"

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Akarri nodded as the Princess kneeled at his feet, kissing his hand as he soft words penetrated deep in his heart.

"Akarri, It would be my honor if you would accompany me on m y walk through the garden"

Akarri smiled brightly, giving one last look through the crowded hall before turning and following his love out into the garden, the fresh smell and soft breeze hitting him like the first time he had seen the princess. He tried to be as quiet as possible, but it seemed like his footsteps resounded off of everything and magnified it by hundreds. His heart had begun to beat faster as he approached the princess from behind, smiling as his name escaped her lips.

"Akarri...."

Akarri's lips moved slowly, accenting each word as they flowed like a melody to the one he adored more than life itself.

"Yes my Love?"

 

[papillon24]

Larina

I ran to him in full stride wrapping my arms around his neck in a sweet embrace. I lean up letting my lips linger upon his pressing my body to him. It was like I had dreamed. Finnally in private and in the arms of my love. His secnt and warm embrace was like I imagined. Magic was in the air as we stood among the botanicals blooming around us.

"Akarri, I dreamed of this moment since I met you. I even see you in my dreams at night, and now my dream has come true."

 

[ariosto]

The Sultans favorite


"Did you enjoy her dance my honored guest?"
Haroun asked Valic as the flushed and exhausted concubine settled into the foreignor's lap.
"Atara is a willing wench, you know...quite delightful. I think you should show her some sign of your appreciation and you'll be..."
A knowing smile passed across his face,
"But then again perhaps you are showing her a sign as I speak!"
He threw back his head and laughed, falling into Shinaa's lap. The Slave girl was startled! Cleaning chamberpots this morning and having the Sultan's face resting on her thighs this evening. Not only that but...but...

He turned his head and buried his face in the warm 'Y' of her sex.
The coarse fabric of the plain garments rubbed across his cheek and he sat up suddenly.
"I can't have this!"
He thundered imperiously.
"My New Favorite...clad in the rough cloth of a slave!"

He stood up. Once again dominating the room with his extraordinary height.
As he spoke he felt the new girl, Milla's hand caressing the calf of his leg...
"Bring in Syala", he clapped his hands.

The color drained from Shinaa's face.
Syala, the cold regal bitch of the Seraglio. No one had given Shinaa more greif than this one had.
The luscious Persian girl had been with Haroun since she was 14 and had born him one of his eleven sons. She'd been the daughter of a Satrap and had never lost the arrogant air of a Princess. She thought herself a step above the rest of Harouns wives.

The room collectively held it's breath as the woman was brought in, escorted by two bronzed and brawny Janissaries.
Seeing the girl Shinaa with Haroun caused black anger to well up within her but Syala stiffled and fell dutifully at her master's feet.

"M'Lord, I am honored that you've asked me to dine with you."
Her voice was low and sultry, a voice he'd heard many times with passion in his own bed.
He laughed,
"Woman, you presume to much! I've commanded you here not to dine at all..."

Her blood ran cold. The Sultan's caprices had become more and more deparaved and sinister of late.
"What then..."

"Stand up my dear."
She did and Haroun gestured for Shinaa to stand as well. They were both the same size, though ths slaves young breasts were higher and not so large.
He looked at both of them. There was not a sound in the entire room.

"Yes...they'll do.
Strip her!"
The Sultan nodded to the guards and pointed at his petrified wife.
"Strip everything from her body...Everything!...and give it to my sweet Shinaa."

 

[Guest]

::Kicks the thread to see if it's alive.::

 

[SuthrnKit10]

Shinaa did her best to hide a gleaming smile, and ended up with a coy grin instead. She watched gleefully as Syala was stripped bare, enjoying every moment of her blushing humiliation. How many times had her back felt the whip because of that woman's whining cries? How often had she been forced to sleep outside in the rain because she had dared to stand up in defense of another? Who could count the meals she had been denied because of one infraction or another?

With her mind lost in thought, it was a full three seconds before Shinaa realized that the guards had finished with Syala and were now pulling and prodding at her own coarse clothes in an attempt to remove them. On instinct, she threw back her hands, glanced feverishly around and shrieked "NOO!!"

Whether by the Sultan's glance or her own hysterics, the guards stepped back and waited in silence. The music had ceased at her outburst and the entire room was watching her. Shinaa colored to her toes. They expected her to take Syala's clothes, to put them on her own body here ... in full view of everyone. Her eyes pleaded with the Sultan, but he wore a wary and determined look, she knew she would gain no quarter from him. Her eyes found Atara nestled contentedly into the lap of her newfound prince. Shinaa even dared to spear the prince himself with a pleading glance, but the one he returned was deceptively blank and showed only vague interest. The decision had been made, it was up to her to decide if she would follow her first command from the Sultan or dare to deny him, and bring about certain punishment if not death. Somehow she knew the rewards of obeying would be much easier to endure. She would not submit completely however, she would disrobe herself, with her head high and her eyes wide. That much she owed to the memory of her mother.

With trembling hands, she slowly pulled the coarse material up and over her head, exposing the gentle curves of her breasts, then the smooth round discs of her nipples. Heaving a breath and sliding the rest of the rough clothing down to pool at her feet, she stood fully, gloriously naked for all inhabitants of the room to see. Shivering, Shinaa set her jaw and fought down the immediate urge to cover herself, her pulse kicking a bit as she watched the Sultan's gaze heat and devour her. Her stomach was flat (more from lack of food than any deliberate attempt to keep it that way), her skin tinged with gold from hours in the sun, and her long legs tapering from smooth thighs down to daity feet. Years of carrying, fetching and cleaning had molded her body to a series of smooth muscle countered every so often by gentle curves. She reached quickly for Syala's clothes, but a nearby guard snatched them up and stepped back once again, his eyes never leaving her form. She threw a desperate glance to the Sultan but found only a glazed and intensely hungry stare with no acknowledgement of her current predicament. She wondered suddenly if the guard wasn't perhaps following the Sultan's command in his imprisonment of her new clothes.

With nothing left to do, and with her skin tingling from the weight of the eyes upon her, she stepped slowly from the coarse pile of clothes, and stood straight and proud, enduring the examination. Straightening her shoulders and pushing her chest out seemed to suddenly bring unwarranted attention to the small triangle of dark curls hiding her womanly charms and her eyes widened just a bit. An unexpected excitement danced through her body at the thought, and a strange moisture began deep within her most secret places. The dusty caramel tips of her breasts swelled and puckered into tiny nubs. She suddenly wanted to squirm, to move, to do something to ease the ache which had begun somewhere in the depths of her stomach and traveled steadily downward. Instead she remained stoic and still, determined not to reveal the traitorous longings of her body.

She raised her eyes once again and awaited the Sultan's command.

 

[samsonagonistes]

*Flame removed my moderator*

 

[SexyChele]

Atara

OOC: My deepest apologies to my fellow players for not being as attentive to this thread as I should have been. Please. Forgive me.


IC: Atara sunk deeply into Valic's welcoming lap, then stiffened slightly as she felt somethinig probe her. Shifting slightly, Atara tried to determine what it was. She did not wish to disturb the Prince, yet she knew her squirming must be causing some discomfort. She glanced up at the man who held her in his lap, but was unable to read his face as whether she pleased him or not. However, as she attempted to move once more, strong arms held her in place, the tip of the hardened object pointed deliciously and teasingly at her most tender spot.

Hearing the Sultan call for Syala, Atara turned her attention to the main floor. Syala was not favored in the harem - her demeanor kept her from getting close to any of the women, and she consistently felt she was the Sultan's favorite. A dangerous supposition for any woman to make within those silken walls.

Atara watched as Syala was ordered to be stripped. Her own cheeks blazed at the Syala's humiliation. Atara understood the Sultan's penchants for sometimes asking the impossible of his women, but this was something new. Atara's eyes were drawn to the slave girl, and she watched as Shinaa stepped from her clothes. Her dignity, depsite her bared form to the entire hall, was amazing. Not to mention the body she had been hiding under those rags she always insisted on wearing. Atara held her breath and gazed appreciatively. Yes, the Sultan would know many wonderous pleasures this evening, of that Atara was certain.

Once Shinaa was dressed, the change was amazing. It was if the young girl was coming into her own. Casually, Atara watched as Syala ran from the hall after being dismissed, knowing this night would be her downfall to those in the harem.

As the musicians continued to play, Atara glanced up at the prince whose arms held her. She knew what was expected of her, and knew from the sight of him she would have no problem completing her task. The Prince was young and handsome and strong. He would be only the 2nd man Atara had ever known, and her nervousness caused her to tremble slightly. Would he find her pleasurable? What would his hands feel like on her body? His lips? She deeply of his scent, and discovered a certain twinge in her most secret of places.

Gently wrapping her arm about the Prince's neck, she raised herself slightly towards him, her lips parted slightly. Glancing into his eyes before allowing her gaze to move towards his lips, she whispered only loud enough so he could hear.

"My lord, is there some other way that I may please you? Perhaps we could retire to one of the rooms the Sultan has made available?"

Atara brushed her lips against his, and she shivered. She knew she must have more, wanted more, needed this man as she had not ever needed one before.

 

[Suave Intent]

Intrigued

And as Atara squirmed invitingly upon Valic's lap, he could only find the "hilt of his blade" more deeply imbedded within the toned cheeks of her arse. A rose-hued tinge soon lighting the contours of his cheeks before allowing for his lips to tighten within a rather akward smile. However, the handsome expression soon faded as he bore witness to the Sultan's bizzare antics. To say the least, the man had been corrupted with his newfound power and thought to express the supressed will that he had consumed at him so long. Yet such thoughts were of little consequence as he found himself lost from the present, and forever captured within the lustrous gaze of the concubine upon his lap. Never before had such an infatuation seized at his entire being, and he knew that before the night was through, she would be conquered by one who would surpass the Sultan by far (Hey, arrogance didn't necessarily manifest itself only within the Sultan).

A soft sigh was soon permitted to rape against the silken skin of the Pet accompanying him before he felt the velvet-like touch of her skin upon his own. Agile arms intertwining themselves about his neck. A lift of his brow acting as the only answer to her rather interesting proposition as his mind worked a mile a minute. To except such a pleasing offer would profer a spectrum of pleasure that he wished with all his being to unleash; however, to give in to his enemie's personal pet was looked upon with disdain and distrust. Quite the predicament our Young Prince had enveloped himself within, no?

"I'm not too sure, my Pet. I doubt that my absence will be looked upon...kindly."

His gaze fell back upon the forgotten guards as a rather mocking incline of his head was offered in greeting. Yes, the guards were still in place, and he was in no place to dare make any demands.

 

[SexyChele]

Atara

Atara watched as the motion of Valic's head indicated the guards that stood behind them. She gazed up into the face of the Prince, and smiled shyly. Using one long nail, she lightly traced a path along the chiseled jawline, stopping when she reached his chin. She arched her back slightly, just enough to provoke, and smiled as she watched his eyes quickly glance over her body.

Atara turned her head towards the Sultan, who seemed enraptured by the two girls on either side of him. His food sat in front of him, untouched, his fingers exploring the soft flesh that sat on either side of him.

"My lord, the Sultan has already indicated that his ownership of me has passed to you. These guards who stand behind you are merely here for the Sultan's protection in this room."

Casting her eyes downward shyly, she lightly trailed her fingers over his chest.

"Being in a position of leadership, I know that you can appreciate his precautions, my lord?"

She looked up into his eyes, allowing her desire to show itself. And yet there was a twinge of uncertainty as well. She wondered what this man might be like when it would be the two of them. Would he be gentle? Would he demand service? Or would he beat her? Still her heart thudded in her chest - she was eager to learn.

"My lord, come. Follow me, if you will? There is a room prepared for you, or us, if that be your desire."

Atara wiggled from his lap, and sank to her knees next to him her hand on his arm. She held her breath as she waited his response.

 

[ariosto]

The assembled guests watched the drama played out in total silence. The ebon guards held the screaming woman tight in their brawny arms and stripped her completely naked. Their gleaming black flesh contrasting with the ivory skin of the Sultan's dishonored wife.
Her clothes were laid at Shiraa's feet.
"Put them on girl, they're yours now just as that slut's place in the hareem is yours."

The servant girl looked from the clothes to the Sultan in disbelief...she...SHE was to take the place of the Sultans wife! She was to become the dowager of the Seraglio!

"Now girl, put them on!"

The court watched as Shiraa, blushing crimson began to disrobe.
"Wait child." Haroun placed a hand on her breast and a malicious glint came into his eye.

"Perhaps my guests need something to occupy their attention while you change into the clothes of Syala the Slut.

The Sultan gestured and the guards brought the wretched woman forward and dumped her weeping at his feet.
"You, both of you."
The Janissaries raised their eyes in alarm.
"Take the bitch."

He pointed down at his former consort, who was looking at him in dumbstruck horror.
"Take her right now. Here for all of us to watch...fuck her or YOU will die!"

 

[Suave Intent]

Lead by the Lamb

He couldn't mask his growing anticipation as she continued to tease him nonchalantly. A soft yawn managing to escape into the warm air that surrounded him as he allowed his gaze to meander towards the scene before him. Such barbaric tactics never ceased to amaze him, and he wondered if the Sultan truly understood the requirements of attaining a civilized state of existence. Yet such thoughts soon diminished as he found himself infatuated with the Pet atop his lap. Sinewy limbs continuing their firm hold upon the salicious creature taunting him gently with that smoothed fingertip. A deviant grin consuming paled lips as her words rang clearly within the confines of his mind. A moment of silence gathered in contemplation of her words before his deep voice soon responded.

"He is a coward. I retain guards, but I do not make their presence known, rather, they move throughout the shadows. Wraith-like within their actions, they seek out any threats before my guests even need worry. What your Sultan is doing is creating a false sense of security. We all die, just when is a matter left up to the fates."

And before he was allowed another word to escape past the gates of his lips, the lust-filled gaze with which she sent in his direction was noted. An involuntary smile soon taking hold upon his lips as her gaze was returned with one of his own, yet a slight reluctance was noted as the warmth of her body soon slid free from his own. However, her desire and actions soon rang clear within his mind as a simple nod of consent was given in to her words.

"Lead the way, My Pet."

And so he arose from his seat, the imposing form he created only further emphasizing its presence as the Adonis-like musculature of his body flexed underneath the regal cloths he adorned. Yet to answer her questions as to whether he was rough, gentle, or violent...that would have to wait. After all, he was a Prince, and his taste surpassed that of any other.

 

[SexyChele]

Atara's attention drifted briefly in the direction of the Sultan, and she frowned slightly. Yes, the nude woman on the floor certainly had treated others cruelly, and the Sultan was absolute ruler in his palace, and still a feeling pity arose for the woman.

Her attention, however, was arrested when the Prince stood before her. He seemed even more powerful standing next to her than he did when he first walked in. Atara looked up at him, knowing she should be fearful, yet she felt strangely at peace. Giving him a brief smile, she stepped aside, not willing that a man should follow her.

Once in the corridor, Atara walked alongside the Prince, her heart racing, trying to think of witty conversation to keep the Prince amused. She felt as nervous as the day she was first brought to this place and given to the Sultan. She found herself glancing at the Prince, looking at his profile, his hands, the way he walked. She imagined his hands on her, and suddenly felt her cheeks burn. As she summoned her courage, she took a deep breath.

"You honor us with your presence, my lord, truly. And I hope you will your chamber adequate - next to the Sultan's the suite of rooms is the best in the palace. Your every comfort should already be provided for, as well."

Atara could hear herself babbling along as a brook, and forced herself to stop. Surely the Prince would not want to be in the company of a woman who did nothing but talk!

She motioned towards a door, and when the Prince opened it, the suite of 3 rooms stretched before him. The first room, splendidly furnished, was a room to relax and receive guests, eat, or relax. There were couches along the walls, and pillows scattered about. Silk draperies hung from the ceiling, gving the feeling of being surrounded by soft walls of a tent. The second room was a bedchamber, and the focal point was the bed itself. Raised up on a dias, yet the bed itself low to the floor, it was enveloped in curtains of silk - to be pulled back or allowed to hide the occupants in a silk cocoon. The final room was a bathing room, the bathing pool ready to be filled at a moment's notice, and slaves ready to wash and scrape the grim and dust of the desert from one's body.

Atara went to a table in the first room, and picked up a decanter of wine.

"Would my lord like a drink? Or perhaps he would care to bath, my lord."

Atara stood looking at him, knowing the light from window reflect against her, making her form a shadowy outline within the fine silk that covered her body.