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Jadda said to me, "As a slave girl?"
"No," I said quickly.
"But you do wish to keep her, is that not correct?" quipped the Sheikh.
"Yes," I said slowly.
"Namtor, take Jadda back to her tent!"
Jadda gasped, looking most unhappy. She went with bowed head when Namtor escorted her out.
The Sheikh knew well how to complicate my life.
"Now I won't have to spread rumors that Vananella belongs solely to you."
"Because Jadda will do it for you," I said.
A cruel smile spread across the Sheikh's face. He said to Vananella, "Were you impressed with the slave girl going about her duties?"
"It was very exciting."
The Sheikh refilled her goblet with wine. "That is not the kind of thing that you and Thwart are to engage in. Don't be disappointed. If you decide to become a slave girl I will make the necessary arrangements. Would you like to have Jadda train you?"
"I think that's enough, Shiekh," I said. "You've accomplished what you set out to accomplish."
"I want to train with Jadda," protested Vananella.
"Jadda might be cruel to you," I cried out.
"So I take it now you don't want her to stay with Jadda while you're on duty?" asked the Sheikh.
"How about one of the other girls?"
"Danae?" he smiled smugly.
"Who's Danae?" asked Vananella.
"A girl who might have reason to be as cruel as Jadda," I said softly.
"But who's going to train me then?"
"You are not going to be a slave girl! That's final."
The Sheikh let me off the hook. "I'll figure something out when the time comes. It's mainly because of all the good work you do, Thwart. But I can't emphasize enough that your foolhardy stunts are going to get you in trouble. Exercise more caution."
I sighed silently, "May we retire to my tent?"
"You may, but first I want to ascertain something about this girl."
The Sheikh ordered Vananella to the ground.
I asked him, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Making my examination," he said. He made no pretense of securing any type of permission from me. Vananella glanced my way, unsure.
"Do as he says," I said reluctantly.
"Get on your hands and knees. Head down, your bottom up. Spread your knees."
Vananella got into the obscene position. When I glimpsed between her legs before she was closed like a clamshell. Now she gaped wetly, open in a keyhole shape. The Sheikh knelt between her thighs. He eased her thong down more and slid a finger into her. She shuddered at the intrusion. He grunted at his discovery. His finger glided in and out of her much longer than I thought necessary.
"Oh," she said. Her slim hips convulsed helplessly.
"She's a juicy little thing, slave girl stock," the Sheikh observed as he got to his feet. "She is a virgin, Thwart, see that she stays one."
I rested my hand on the hilt of my sword meaningfully.
"Go with Thwart now, Vananella."
The humiliated girl rose shakily. Her face and breasts were flushed with embarrassment, or desire. She adjusted her thong into place and came into my arms.
"We will interview the Askaar in the morning before the caravan rolls. Be back here at first light. And Thwart, bring Vananella with you. I will examine her again."
My lips drew tight. I was powerless to object to anything. All he had to do was have the men in the camp put me to the sword. If I resigned, if such a thing was possible, he might put me in chains. Since the Sheikh had purchased me in the Silver Cities to begin with; apparently he could bestow slavery upon me again just as easily.
I departed his tent thinking I'd made more bad decisions in there.
- COMMENTS
Five_Eightabout 15 years agoAuthorThank you for the comments and encouragement. When I saw commentary showing up over a year after this series was posted I decided to take up my pen anew, there will be more installments of PHANTOM PILOT in the next few weeks. I was delighted how observant ‘Ponerous’ was to notice the terseness in my writing, few readers do. It is, however, a deliberate and conscious creative decision on my part. That minimalist style only looks simple. I labor like a stevedore over every word paring away the inessentials to make all my stories move at breakneck speed, where readers are hooked from the very first sentence. Hopefully the relentless pace and subject matter are readable enough that no one wants to put it down until finished. The details I omit are the very ones I have the utmost confidence my readers can better envision in their own potent imaginations than if I stood over them like a teacher wielding a pointer in front of a chalkboard. If I ‘wanted to’ I promise I could write page after pointless page of lush narrative describing all the minutiae and BOG MY STORY DOWN. I may be wrong but I think the reason readers enjoy the adventures of Thwart is because they zip right along. At this juncture there’s really nothing left to describe. All the major characters and their clothing (or lack thereof) has been noted and they’re all riding camels through grasslands and jungles full of tigers and lions---seems simple enough to imagine to me. Just because I know what the story looks like in my mind doesn’t mean I harbor the conceit that the exact same mental picture should appear in the readers’ minds too. Thanks for reading, everybody; hope my stories never disappoint anyone.
Anonymousover 15 years agoYou had something good once, but you've lost it. Great talent may be yours if you take more care. Backing up the action and detailing the excitement is not your forte. You have imagination but need to work on detailed description and not go too fast. Good luck and I mean that.
Anonymousover 15 years agoThis series has been great, you have to put a 4th chapter in and soon!
DeeSobekover 15 years agoI've really enjoyed Walkers journey and transformation. Hope to read more soon.
