Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 03

'You see anything is possible if you are in the right frame of mind,' said Miriam.

CHAPTER 15

In which Amy achieves even further intimacy with the Bey

I continued my training with Miriam for two more days. Miriam had hoped we would have more time together but on the third day I received a message brought by one of the Bey's personal eunuchs summoning me to his presence that evening. I ran to Miriam to tell her the news.

'This is excellent my child. The Bey is clearly pleased with you or he would not have requested you for a second night. This is you chance to make a real impression and knock that schemer Leyla from her pedestal.'

'What do you mean?' I asked, 'What has Leyla done to upset you?'

'Why she hates all the European women and would like to see me banished from court or worse. She persuaded the Bey to have one of the Circassian girls severly flogged and banished to working in the kitchens because she crossed her.'

'But if I supplant her in the Bey's affections won't she want to do the same to me?'

'Not if you are the Bey's favourite. You will be the one with influence.'

I perceived that Miriam might be seeking to find influence with the Bey through me her protégé but I hesitated to point this out.

'But Miriam, do you think the Bey will wish to use me unnaturally tonight.' I said

'Don't be such a prude. The word is bugger. And yes, I am sure the Bey will want to bugger you so make sure you give him a good time and look like you are enjoying it,' Miriam replied.

'I am not sure I wish to be used... I mean buggered. Oh Miriam, I just want to be home in England,' I said.

'Nonsense, just enjoy yourself and think soon you could be the most powerful woman in Algiers.'

I felt events were sliding out of my control and that I should end up becoming a pawn in other people's power games. However, I could see little option but to play the game as best I could.

That afternoon I was once more summoned to the hamam to be bathed and massaged. Again none of my friends seemed to be present and I bathed alone apart form the corpulent attendant who assisted me. I returned to my room and took a little food. I dressed myself in yet another magnificent robe and veiled myself ready for my summons.

At last a eunuch knocked at my door and I was escorted once again to the Bey's quarters. Once more I stood before the large carved doors as they swung open and I entered his chamber. The Bey stood and smiled moving forward to embrace me. He motioned me to a divan and an attendant brought mint tea and sweetmeats. If anything I was more nervous than my first visit and struggled to swallow the hot sweet tea. My Arabic was improving and I was able to understand more of the Bey's conversation and reply politely to his questions.

After some minutes of polite conversation the Bey said, 'Shall we retire to my bedchamber.'

'If that is your, wish my lord,' I replied in the prescribed manner.

The Bey motioned me though the doorway into the next room. As I had been trained I waited momentarily and followed a few paces behind him. Once more I stood in his bedroom and he closed the door. He lay upon the bed and I waited unsure what he wanted of me.

'Please disrobe and join me on the bed,' he ordered. I hesitated momentarily, despite all that had gone before still embarrassed to reveal myself naked before a man. However, I did not wish to risk the Bey's displeasure and quickly began to remove my garments. Soon I stood naked before the man who had become my master. For a few moments he surveyed me minutely from head to toe smiling in satisfaction. Then he beckoned me to join him on the bed.

To my surprise the Bey did not himself undress but embraced me as he lay beside me. As before he kissed me passionately on the mouth at the same time allowing his hands to rove across my body. His fingers traced across my back and arms. He gently kneaded my breasts in his hands and rubbed my nipples until they stood firm and erect. He slid one hand between our bodies and stroked downwards across my belly until at last his fingers brushed the curls between my legs. His finger tips found my secret valley and gently crept between its two mossy ridges finding at last the hidden declivity. I felt a trickle of wetness gush forth as he opened up my secret place with his exploring fingers. I dreaded what might come next but felt excitement mixed with apprehension at his intoxicating kisses and caresses.

The Bey now proceeded to use his tongue to caress and stimulate my body. He explored my neck and ears and then with soft kisses and gentle nibbles explored my chest and breasts. His mouth nuzzled at my twin mounds and his lips suckled at their ruby tips. I was in a trance, my head reeling with pleasure, intoxicated once more by the sense of intimacy with a man and pleasure at such divine stimulation. The Bey's explorations led him further and further downwards until it was not his fingers but tongue that were exploring the mossy valley between my thighs. Forgetting all modesty I spread my legs and allowed him unimpeded access to the delights within. Eagerly he drank from the nectar streaming from my gushing channel. I longed for release but he would not permit this. He continued to stimulate me with his tongue in the most exquisite manner but each time I thought I would explode with pleasure he slowed his caresses keeping me always it seemed upon the edge of a precipice from which I longed to leap and fly.

After keeping me thus just short of the absolute peak of pleasure for some minutes, the Bey rolled me onto my side. He lay close behind me and began to nibble the nape of my neck. At the same time he passed one arm in front of me and reached down to resume caressing my gushing pussy. His fingers found my throbbing clit and rubbed it for a few moments bringing once more the verge of a climax. Just as I was about to explode his hand moved away and found its way between my legs from behind. He thrust two fingers into the dripping slit of my vagina and coated them liberally with juices. Taking his hand he moved backwards and applied his lubricated fingers to my rear cleft. Gently he anointed the puckered little entrance at the base of the cleft. I flinched at first unused to a gentleman taking such liberties with my person. However, he repeated this several times caressing this most intimate little orifice and I began to feel the same pleasure I had experienced when Lucy and my friends from the harem had stimulated my posterior in a like manner.

I was now bursting for the release which climax would afford me, yet I dreaded what was to come. I knew that the Bey now planned to take my anal virginity and was appalled that I an English lady should consent to be taken in such a way by a heathen. However, I pondered what choice had I but to submit and enjoy what pleasure I might find in this novel form of intimacy.

The Bey now reached across to a small table beside the bed and picked up a small pot seemingly made of gold and set with coloured stones. He removed the top but as he was resting behind me I could not see what he did next. However, all too soon I felt the tip of his finger once more caressing my derriere. It was plain that he had coated his finger with some species of cream or unguent as I could feel the smooth coldness of the substance as he carefully spread it around the tightly closed aperture. I sensed him dip into the pot once more and again felt his finger applied to my behind. This time he applied the gentlest pressure slowly insinuating his digit into my tender orifice. At first just the very tip of his finger entered my anal passage and he gently worked the cream around the entranced. My muscles involuntarily tightened around his finger and I told myself that I must relax and enjoy this experience.

Once more the Bey dipped into his little pot and this time his finger entered me more easily. He slowly slid it into the narrow entrance, first up to the knuckle and then the full length of his index digit was thrust to its full length in my virgin rectum. Once more he carefully moved his finger within to ensure that the whole aperture was fully lubricated. The sensation of his finger sliding in and out of my posterior cavity was too delicious. My sense of excitement from the clitoral stimulation which I had already experienced now reached fever pitch as I enjoyed this new and forbidden sensation. I dreaded my impending anal defloration but also longed for it. I could already imagine the sensation of total possession as my tiny orifice was invaded by the Bey's bulging organ.

I did not have long to wait. All too soon I felt the Bey position himself behind me. He grasped his tumescent pole and placed it squarely between my tender buttocks so that the throbbing purple head of his organ was lodged firmly at my well lubricated entrance. For a moment I was unable to forbear tightly clenching the puckered little orifice. However, I reminded myself that my duty was to relax and try to afford my master entry. The consequences if I failed to please him did not bear thinking about. I breathed in deeply and suddenly I felt the tip of his mighty knob slip into my entry. I immediately felt as though the poor little aperture had been stretched to its widest limits. I had only just got used to this first invasion when I felt the huge organ thrust further up my passage. I could not forbear to gasp slightly as my tight orifice was stretched yet wider. A final thrust ensured that the full length of the Bey's not inconsiderable manhood was buried fully in my rectum. For a moment I felt dreadfully violated and experienced an awful sensation of fullness in my bowels. I struggled to conquer the desire to evacuate and once more breathed deeply in an effort to relax myself. To his credit the Bey appeared sensible to the difficulties I was experiencing in accommodating his prodigious organ and lay still behind me murmuring soft words of encouragement.

'Are you ready to continue, my lady?' he asked after a few moments.

'Of course my lord, I am here only to please you,' I replied in the manner in which I had been trained.

The Bey now began to withdraw his organ slightly and thrust it inward again quite slowly and gently. At first I found these renewed invasions painful and experienced a sharp stab with each incursion. However, after a few moments the penetrations became less painful and I began to experience a feeling of excitement and pleasure at this new stimulation. This pleasure was quite unlike that I had felt when the Bey had originally taken my virginity nor that consequent upon the stimulation of my nether parts by hand or tongue. Instead I felt a deep sense of fullness as though I were more completely possessed by my ravisher than before. I felt my anal passage gradually relax and open up to accommodate the Bey's thrusts.

Suddenly the Bey withdrew his organ from my posterior and sat up in the bed.

'My lord,' I said, 'I hope you are not displeased with my performance.'

'On the contrary,' he said, 'for a beginner you are performing most creditably. I merely wish you to change position. Please place yourself on your elbows and knees.' I immediately discerned the Bey's intention and obediently adopted the posture he had requested.

I felt momentarily naked and vulnerable. There I rested on my knees with my derrière protruding behind me. The Bey smiled playfully and surveyed my plump little posterior. Without thinking I looked behind to see what he would do next. All at once to my shock he brought his hand down hard on my buttocks delivering a loud slap. I felt a sharp stinging pain on my rump. 'Do not look behind woman. Concentrate. Prepare yourself to be truly buggered now..' At that the Bey delivered two more sharp slaps to my behind. I wanted to cry in pain but bit my lip and stifled any exclamation.

'Tell me what you desire, my lady' said the Bey.

'Master, I desire only to give you pleasure.' I said using the prescribed formula.

'And what do you think would give me pleasure?' he asked.

'I think that perhaps my lord wishes to bugger me.' I replied hesitantly, not wishing to upset my master.

'That is correct.' he replied. 'So once more, what does my lady desire?'

'I desire that my master should bugger me without mercy,' I replied.

The Bey seemed pleased at this response and prepared to indulge himself.

First the Bey took more cream from his little pot and thrust his finger with what felt like a considerable quantity into my already stretched and reddened little aperture. He also anointed his distended organ, which I quickly glimpsed as he was busy, glistening in the light from the lamp like the club of some ancient warrior. Once more he positioned his throbbing pole at the mouth of my orifice and with a single firm thrust lodged the full length of the might pole in my tender little fundament. Although I had already been possessed by his organ in this way I once more felt the sensation of stretching and fullness engendered by his invasion.

This time the Bey wasted no time on gentleness but began to firmly thrust into the depths of my rectum. I thanked the lord that he had prepared me so well with lubricant as even with this my little anal channel felt as though it were on fire. Despite this, sensations of pleasure were beginning to creep through me. Each stab into my posterior was sweet agony but this was combined with rising waves of pleasure. Soon I realised that I was once more on the verge of the climax for which I had longed throughout the evening. Part of me wished that the relentless pounding of my tight channel would cease but another part of me prayed that the Bey would not spend too soon so that I might enjoy the release of my own climax.

The Bey was now kneeling behind me thrusting his now throbbing and fully distended manhood between my still reddened buttocks. My anal aperture now at last relaxed gaped open, allowing him to withdraw his organ and thrust it mercilessly into the depths of my innards. I knew that the tight little orifice of my anus must be being pounded and stretched most horribly yet I was now past caring. I wanted only for that mighty engine to pound me and possess me with its force. Once more the mounting waves which I knew signaled to onset of my climax were begin to wash over me. As the mighty piston of the Bey's organ repeatedly bored my narrow little cylinder my whole frame began to shake in a crescendo of pleasure. Soon I could no longer control myself; I began to shriek with ecstasy. I demanded that my master should ravish me still harder and he rose to the task thrusting harder and deeper than before mercilessly pillaging my throbbing anus.

At last as I felt that I could take no more, the Bey himself uttered a mighty cry and delivered up his own climax. I felt a hot gush of fluid wash my bowels as his seed erupted within me. He continued to pump successive spurts into my insides until he collapsed exhausted beside me and I too fell contentedly into his arms.

CHAPTER 16

Amy displeases the Bey and faces a dreadful punishment

The next day I was once again summoned to Miriam's rooms. I recounted all my experiences of the night before and she expressed herself to be well pleased with her pupil's performance. Later Suleiman brought me a vase of the most exquisitely scented roses. He told me they were a gift form the Bey. Only girls who had offered the Bey an exceptional degree of pleasure were afforded gifts such as these. I was truly privileged. I wondered whether I might be summoned to the Bey's bed again soon if he had been so pleased with me but for some days I was left to my own devices. Of Miriam I saw little, she told me that I had learnt what I needed to know and that she soon would be responsible for starting the training of another girl.

At last after days of boredom I was summoned once more to attend the Bey one evening. I had assumed that I would be spending an intimate evening alone with him as I had before, I was therefore surprised when I was ushered into his suite to find he was not alone. The Bey lay upon a divan but around him were a number of girls in varying degrees of undress. Of these I recognized Leyla.who had been present when I first met the Bey together with Anastasia and Komou who I had met in the hamam. There were also two or three other slave girls who I did not recognise.

The girls were lying around the Bey's divan on cushions. Immediately in front of him was a plump dark skinned girl with huge breasts. She was lying on her back naked with legs spread apart. Komou, the African princess was greedily lapping between her legs as she moaned in pleasure. To one side Anastasia was kneeling on all fours on a cushion while Leyla was crouched over her. At first I could not make out what was passing between them. Then I noticed Leyla had what appeared to be a belt around her naked waist and some leather straps around her thighs. It was only when I looked more closely that I realised that these straps held in place a simulated phallus carved of ivory or wood. Leyla was plunging the phallus repeatedly into poor Anastasia's posterior and the wretched girls was moaning more in pain than pleasure. The girl's discomfort was not surprising when I was able to observe the dimensions of the monstrous tool which Leyla was employing. Its dimensions almost exceeded those of the prodigious organ possessed by the black slave, Johnson who had so cruelly buggered Lady Oakleigh after we were captured by the pirates.

The Bey was lying with his breeches open and a girl I had never seen before was bent over him sucking his member as he enjoyed the spectacle of his slave girls cavorting for his pleasure. When I looked more closely I noticed that the girl was of European appearance, possibly even English with fair hair, rosy cheeks and plump ruby lips clamped around the Bey's throbbing organ. The girls seemed somewhat inexperienced in the art of fellatio and slurped noisily as she attempted to stimulate the Bey's rod.

As I prostrated myself before the Bey in the prescribed manner, he pushed the girl to one side and summoned me.

"Amy, come here," he said. This girl is called Elizabeth. Like you she comes form England. I am afraid she has no idea of how to perform her duties yet. Perhaps you could demonstrate how to perform this art for her benefit."

"Master, your wish is my command." I said obediently.

I immediately knelt in Elizabeth's place and began to gently run my tongue around the rim of the bulging purple head of his cock. I licked along the length of the organ and stimulated his balls. He moaned in approval.

"Watch this girl and learn. She is truly a mistress in the art of fellatio."

Elizabeth watched my every move goggle eyed. Like me, he poor girl must have only been around eighteen or nineteen and looked quite pure and innocent. She was clearly quite horrified at the spectacle unfolding before her. After a few minutes of enjoying my gently sucking and licking, the Bey motioned me away and clapped his hands. All the girls paused and sat up paying attention.

"You, new girl," he said pointing at Elizabeth. "Kneel in front of me on hands and knees."

It was clear that the poor girl had no notion of what he was saying as she spoke not a word of Arabic.

"Master, with your permission I will translate" I said and spoke to her in English adding. "It is best that you do exactly as you are told here. The Bey has the power of life and death over you."

The girl assumed the required position and then the Bey made a signal to Leyla. She left Anastasia and crossed the room to position herself behind Elizabeth. She looked magnificent with her long dark hair flowing down her back and her beautifully proportioned creamy breasts set off by dark erect nipples. From her dark bush sprouted the monstrous phallus looking so unnatural against her feminine form. A cruel smile passed over her face as she knelt behind the girl.