The Harem

Aquicane

I was now held by another captive, this time a Sultan. I was origially an Grecian warrior. Taken captive by the Persians after sucessfully defending during a suicide mission. Most if not all of my unit was killed.

The Persians soon tired of my lothario ways, and castrated me. It didn't really have a discouraging effect, once I had healed, so the Persians trded or gave me to the Sultan. He asumed since I was castrated, I would be a safe, reliable harem guard. I was about to have the best time of my life, since I had been captured.

~Satira~

She was one of the newest girls sold to the Sultan silent she had tried to run a few times and wore a few faind scars for her actions. Now she had resigned to her fate and found that though she was the Sultan's and he could be most kind that others also looked at she and the others with want and some she thought had acted on it with other girls and a few had touched her and hinted at wanting more from her.

One day she saw that a new guard had arrived looking to him briefly she smiled before her eyes fell away to look out the window. Her Thigh length Raven hair softly billowed with the breeze. Her full bosom rose and fell softly as she sighed. Long slender legs softly draped with the sheer material of her skirt*

The Sultan

The Al-Din Sultanate was a small, yet very stable entity. Nested just between the grand empires of the Middle East, on an important trade junction, its position of a middleman with his hand on every side's money made the Sultanate both safe from attacks and very prosperous.

Of course, none in the entire state, was more prosperous than Sultan Ali Al-Din himself. The Sultan was a very young man, for a ruler. Having first taken the throne at 13, he was now a handsome twenty one year old man, managing to wrestle firm control of the state into his hands and to dispose of disloyal advisors.

The Sultan had light brown hair and neatly trimmed beard - the only things that gave away the half of his blood that was European. His father's genes clearly showed in a skin was always a deep tan color, and piercing eyes of a rich dark brown shade.

The Sultan spent most of his time within the grand palace that stood right in the heart of the Sultanate's capital - where he belonged. There, he did two things: work and play. The work consisted of boring things such as deciding on policies, seeing foreign envoys, playing the cutthroat game of politics - something that hardly warrants our attention, nor brings much enjoyment.

The play is another matter. For it was dedicated a large portion of the palace. It had the most gorgeous architecture, lovely colorful gardens, marble, marble, and more marble, statues and foutains by the best artists the world had to offer, silk, gold, gems. The final jewel into the crown was his harem - the most gorgeous lot of women whose beauty and passion made even the sparkle of all the magnificent treasures and arts of the palace seem bleak.

Having so many women, the Sultan, of course, could not dedicate proper attention to each of them every night, but unlike other harems' owners he would not force his concubines to be prudish with all except him. On the contrary, he encouraged them to frolic with each other and with the eunichs, as long as, of course, it did not interfere with his own pleasure. In fact, for that very reason he had his very best doctor do the operations on future eunichs, to ensure they maintained all sexual functions except reproduction itself. There was only one man whose children the concubines would be bearing. Lastly, he put an additional requirement onto candidates to be his eunichs: all were required to be properly endowed to within two inches of the Sultan's own nine inch length.

The sun over the palace was begining to lean down on the horizon, releasing the capital from midday's scorching heat, which, truth be told, was barely felt in the wonderfully built and ventilated palace. The Sultan stood up from comfortable pile of pillows and sent his scribe away. He worked well that day, and being very pleased with himself, decided to end early and treat himself to something enjoyable and relaxing. He knew his little fairies in the harem would help out magically in that.

Heading out with two guards, he caught a eunich in the hall going about his business. Having ordered that harem guard to run ahead and inform everyone he was coming, the Sultan proceeded slowly towards the harem, anticipating a pleasant night with his lovely beauties.

*Still fairly young Satira was only 19 she was Egyptian by birth but her mother and her were taken when she was a young child from their home and now taken from that home to here. Her eyes looked to the Grand door as it opened seeing the guard she looked back to the window for a moment before moving back deep into the room with the other girls*

The Sultan stepped into the large, sturdy, but at the same time beautifully decorated door, the biggest one that lead into the harem. He waved to the guards, releasing them, for no man except the Sultan, his doctor, and the eunichs was allowed to step into the harem.

His eyes scanned the room, finding Satira, who dutifully looked away, as she was expected to, not daring to stare. He smiled.

"Satira, my jewel of the Nile, good night." He walked to a pile of soft pillows in silky colorful pillowcases, and sat down comfortably into them.

"Come, greet me with your love."

*Nodding she walked over with a smile to him curling beside him she pressed her lips to his cheek then along his neck and shoulder slender hands massaging his shoulders and upper arms as the rest of her body seemed to snake against him in a sensual dance*

Aquicane

I had preceeded the Sultan into the harem and alerted the women to be ready. They all moved fairly fast to get ready, pleasing the Sultan was their only job. And they had to make it very real. It was not hard given the prowess of the Sultan.

Cane, as he was called, kept close to the Sultan. Within the harem, he and the other Eunichs were his only guards and we wanted to keep such a generous Sultan alive.

The Sultan watched with pleasure Satira's moves as she came towards him. The grace of her young, yet very nicely filled out, body was as beautiful as her curves themselves, that the Sultan could see under the sheer fabric of her highly erotic clothes.

He smiled, feeling her lips on his cheek, but when he turned his head to catch her eyes, Satira's lovely face was already gone, lowered further to adore his neck, his broad shoulders. The Sultan let her proceed as she wished, trusting her skill and the evercorrect feminine intuition.

Relaxation spread through his body as she worked diligently to releave the tension in his muscles, to please and excite him by rubbing her sexy body against his through the two layers of fabric of his clothes and hers. The sheer fine fabric she wore, was, of course, nothing to speak about, but the Sultan's own jeweled robe was thick, preventing the pleasant sensations from reaching his body.

He unfastened it and held his arms back towards her, inviting her to take it off. When she did, carefully setting the robe down and returning to his now naked deeply tanned back, he reached behind him with both hands. The Sultan's hands caressed Satira's slender waist, her lower back, before finding the generous curves of her ass. He moaned slightly, his face crossing with a small grin, as he rubbed, fondled and molded her sexy ass in his hands.

The Sultan felt his large member getting excited, filling with strength, though it was not yet noticable under the loose pants that still hugged his hips.

Ashima

There are many ways, practiced throughout time and the world, to produce a gathering of the most perfect concubines. Certainly zealous traders ever on the lookout for beautiful purchases play their part. But then there are those simply bred to their station.

Such a one was Ashima, daughter of a conquered emir'S concubine and a beautiful palace guard, taught from the first stirrings of puberty to fulfill her way in life, making her ready to serve the sultan now, having recently entered the full blossom of her womanhood.

Her skin was just ever so slightly darker than the usual arabic duskiness, a drop of foreign blood adding to her exotism. Her hair was lustrous, raven black, its full locks falling sensuously down to her waist behhind her. Contrasting with her dark eroticism were her sapphire eyes, blazing with bright, seductive passion, and the bright red paint of her sensual lips.

She was slender and agile, moving with elegance and gracefulness, but nonetheless her firm curves were well filled out, giving pleasure to the wandering eye or hand. Her outfit was entirely of translucent gauze, red as desire, trimmed with gold thread:

Her harem pants were wide, flowing from hips toankles and covering them, trailing gently against the floor with every step, allowing the shape of her long, sculpted legs to be seen beneath, as well as the fact that she wore nothing undereneath....

Her top was little more that a bra, hangingfrom her shoulders and tied beneath her back. Its cleavage was deep and inviting, yet even the covering part showed off the shape of her nipples.

And then there was the gaze. How often she had heard the priests declaim the profanity of this symbol of modesty turned into an article of salaciousness... and she smiled, knowing the truth of that last phenomenon. Starting at about the level of the bridge of her nose, it hung down to her chin, and yet hid nothing... the shrouding gauze rather setting her feautres and full lips into relief, enhancing their erotic appeal.


Yes... from her youth she had been trained, and though not having been of age for long, she already had exquisite exeprience in service and servicing.... to the point that many point of her delicate eroticism began to bore her, and she began to seek ever new, darker, more intense way of unfoldingh er passion... but almost seeking foremost to please her sultan, whom she now reguarded languidly, a smile hidden behind her veil as she lounged on a pile of luxurious cushions....

*Satira moved straight back to her caresses and kisses showered over the sultan full lips danced over shoulders once more and along his back as she knelt there by him slender body moving to constantly in each move bring pleasure to him and feeling his touches and caresses to her only encouraged her to do more as lips whisp and dance across his chest as she snaked around his form lips dancing over his abs and chest as she lay there near him... hands still massaging him as she goes*

The Sultan's body relaxed, enjoying itself under Satira's dutyful fingers, as he caressed her. The girl was very nice, and he could've happily spent the entire night with her alone. Of course, could have is not the same as would have, for the Sultan was a man and wanted to enjoy many beautiful women. He stood up, gently pushing her back.

"You are very skilled, Satira." He complimented, looking into her pretty face. "I feel born anew." The Sultan took her chin in his hand and placed a brief kiss on her sweet lips. "Now I must go greet others."

He exited the room, going deeper into the adorable halls of the harem. He wore only the loose pants made of thin fabric, leaving his jeweled robe with Satira. The Sultan briefly wondered who to visit next. Finally, he stopped his choice on Ashima. That young beauty was one of his favorite concubines, for her proper upbrining made her nearly unrivaled in eagerness to please and her resourcefullness of methods never ceased to make the Sultan cry out in genuine bliss every time he was with her.

He opened the door softly, without knocking, entered the private chambers of his lovely dark Ashima. His eyes found her on the bed, and a small smile crossed his lips.

"Ashima. You are not coming out to greet me. Don't you love your Sultan anymore?" He said half-jokingly.

Narzon

OOC: Narzon had been born to a poor family. His father died young and his mother could not provide for him. She gave him the only thing she really could. She made him into a eunich for the sultan by cutting off his balls completely. He was only five when he entered the service of the Sultan, immediately beginning to train. He had trained with the army and all other forms of combat. His job was simply to protect the women at all costs and he was a very good fighter.

At 20, the Sultan was used to seeing Narzon arround the women. Narzon has a 11 inch cock, just the maxium size to be a eunich. He was nice to the women and would not make advances until they permitted him to. Narzon would do nothing without thinking of the Sultan. Unlike several other eunichs, Narzon had no clue what it was like to have balls.

IC: Narzon approached the room of the Harem very carefully, knowing the Sultan was inside. He opened the door and quietly made his way arround to see what was all happening. He stood on the edge, making sure no one who was not allowed in was allowed in. He noticed the Sultan with one of the women and seemed to be enjoying the exchange.

He then watched the Sultan rise and pass him to go to another woman. Narzon does not move but watches the area very carefully for others.

Smiling softly, Ashima stretched upon her cushions before rising to her feet, slowly approaching the sultan with full hips swaying from side to side.

"It is I who have lost your affection I fear, for losing your first visit to another" she purred softly. She could allow herself such remarks, just barely, and even she took care to temper her jesting words with a sultry, submissive tone.

Softly she leant forward, her fingers caressing his chest, trailing her nails ever so faintly across his skin, giving him the chance to remove her veil for a kiss, if he so wished... then she sank down to her knees, hands resting on her silk-clad thighs as she gently arched her back, eyes lowereing as she murmured "Your whore is glad to bask in your presence once more, radiant lord."

Ashima had something of a reputation for the most original phrases of greeting...

The mask of a scheaming grin crawled up onto the Sultan's face at her joking comment. It could be considered going over her bounds, just barely, and, of course, if one read much more into the statement than was actually said. He let it slide, as he often did when in a good mood. And he usually happened to be in a good mood when with Ashima; at least a short while after greeting her, his mood was sure to rise.

So it did this time, and by the time her gentle hands began caressing his naked chest, all thoughts of punishment flew out of the Sultan's head. He moved a hand under her veil, leaving it in place but caressing the beautiful cheek under it. She slid down to her knees in a submissive pose he liked so much.

"Your whore is glad to bask in your presence once more, radiant lord."

The Sultan's grin grew wider, and the long member in his pants stronger. He moved his hips forward, brushing his pelvis against her face slightly, feeling the rapidly hardening log in his pants rub against her cheek through the fabric of his pants and her veil.

He walked past her and settled onto the soft pillows of her bed, where she used to lay minutes before. He caught her eyes as he turned, sending her a small appreciating smile as his eyes moved down along her barely covered body, enjoying its dark beauty. He finally lifted his eyes back to hers.

"Dance for me, Ashima." He said, eager to see her perform for him again, recalling the way she wildly shook her ample breasts inches from his face last time.

Ashima smiled softly at the command, always loving a chance to display herself. She rose gracefully to her knees, bowing once before straightening up, hands clasped together above her as she closed her eyes... for a while she listened to the music that ever played in the harem, skilled citharists playing soft seductive rymths... and gently she begins to sway her feminine hips to that sound, her whole body picking up the flowing motions.

Her eyes opened, glittering sultrily as she gave another of those wicked smiles through her veil, her handsslowly decending in swaying motions, separating and trailing down her sides, caressing her body lik the hands of a lover would...

Slowly she danced forwrd, approaching the sultan, reaching to the side to unhook something from the wall: a short wooden shaft, from which hang four soft, deerskin thongs... an instrument with which she was taught, learning to dance beneath the directing strokes... undulating softly, she slowly sank to her knees once more, leaning forward and pressing her forehead to the ground as she offered the flogger...waiting till the sultan had gripped it before rising once more, the silk of her pants flowing as she swayed, her hands teasingly trailing over her bosom...

The Sultan took the flogger from her, his grin growing wider yet, as his arousal grew stronger. He had to restrain himself from taking her right away, as his arousal dictated, but he knew patience was going to pay tenfold.

He examined the flogger yet again. It was ending with rather soft leather, not being enough to harm seriously, but enough to cause some pain. Or excitement.

He put the end of the floger onto her firm breasts, softly caressing their exposed tops with the leather straps. He then raised it up, along her neck, lifting her chin with the rigid shaft of the tool. He smiled warmly when her eyes met his, then immediately raised the flogger and brought it down against the outside of her upper thigh, letting the ends of long thongs curl around the sexy curve of her ass and smack it from behind too.

He laughed excitedly, as she jumped at the hit and began swaying ever so erotically. His member was full and ready now, straining the thin soft fabric of his pants with all of its mighty nine inch length, demanding to be let out.

Ashima'S skin quivered ever so faintly under the gentle caress of the flogger, as she felt within her sultan the awakening of that sweet cruelty which delighted her so much. Truly, there was nothing more exhilarating than submitting to the dark mercies of one who has you in their total power....

She cried out at the blow, her sweet voice filling the room, telling even the concubines outside what was happening... as she slowly leant forward, hands placed upon her lord's shoulders, gently letting her breasts sway withn her bra, right before his face...before she rises once more and turns, reaching up to slowly undo that silken top, a steamy look in her eyes as she glances over her shoulder...

The Sultan's mouth slightly parted. He breathed deeper, harder with desire that flowed through him like waves in an ocean. He thrust his head forward, burying his face into the invitingly quivering breasts of light ebony. His lips locked onto the soft flesh, kissing it passionately, before she pulled away, leaving him with fire dancing in his dark brown eyes.

His breathing loud and excited, the Sultan's eyes ate Ashima's inviting body, as he barely kept himself from pouncing. The way she took off her top so erotically drove him even wilder, but she had her back turned to him, giving rise to momentary rage.

"Show me, Ashima!" He growled in a voice thick with lust and desire. The command was immediately followed by a swift hit of the flogger, sending the leather straps to whip her back, stinging the teasing girl into action.

~Satira moved over to one she knew well looking to Narzon smiling softly the sway ofher hips with the sheer garments she wore billowing with her as she walked up to him. The Sultan had little time for each of them that she was used to and was please when the Eunichs were allowed to be with them. Dark eyes looked to his as her hand moved to caress his arm and chest softly~

Ashima let her smile briefly widen to a grin as she felt his impatience mounting, feeling that special power that only a concubine wields...only to be reminded of a pain with another lash of the flogger...harder this time, eliciting a sweet scream from her lips, his passion growning harsher... breathing deeply she dropped her bra and turned, her firm, perfectly orbs bared as she slowly danced forward with swaying hips, seductively shaking her body from the shoulders down, causing her bosom to jiggle slightly...

The Sultan's eyes drank in the beauty of her perfect bare breasts. His lips were parted slightly, forming a smile and his eyes burned with suppressed passion.

"Ah... Gorgeous!" He softly breathed out, laying back against the soft pillows as she advanced towards him, shaking her beautiful bosom in a way that would make any man wild.

He reached down, running his hand over the length of his big hard cock, caressing it through his pants as the pair of jiggling tits moved closer and closer to his face. Finally, he rose up slightly, brining his face to the highly inviting bosom, burying it within the mounds of arousing flesh. He moaned in pleasure, putting hard kisses onto the gentle flesh, squeezing it with his hands, as the passion she summoned in him began showing itself in actions, no longer restrained by his will.

Narzon

Narzon stands there as Satira moves towards him. the Sultan may be arround but he knows the women will also play with the eunichs. Narzon smiles as she touches his chest. His sky blue eyes look down into hers. He touches her softly. "What are you looking for, mistress? The Sultan is here now for all of you of the Harem."

Ashima groaned softly at feeling her sultan's lips upon her bosom, her hands gently caressing his chest again...sh she gently came to end her dhance, sinking to her knees clad in nothing but her veil and her harem pants, waiting to hear how she is to be used this night...

He offers so little time to each but a few he values more... but you Narzon you always give plenty of time. Especially for you and I *smiles* that I think is what I seek for now. *nipping at his chest and chin she looked back to his eyes knowing that the "training made her more to be used then lead in such situations other then the flirting and pulling the interest to the surface of the one before her whoever male that may be*

The Sultan groaned as he felt her pull away, taking his two lucious full toys with her and away from his playful mouth.

He had to smile as he saw her take the submissive pose again, her breasts completely bare this time, awaiting for him to take charge. He lifted his ass first and then his feet in turn, taking off his pants and shoes and throwing them away, as he stood up naked and aroused before her. He stepped towards his kneeling concubine, the long full member bobbing up and down before her eyes as he went. Putting his hands onto his hips the Sultan shifted them, hooking the fine fabric of her veil with his hard cock and lifting it as his member moved to her face. He moved his hips again, rubbing the swallen cockhead against her cheek, then her lucious red lips, letting her know without words what he expected next.