Beast of Burden Ch. 01

"Disgusting as always, Canhabibe," Emine said, looking away while she pressed her palm against her roiling stomach. She felt the ghostly echo of her monthly cramps digging low in her belly but she ignored it. It wasn't her time yet and she couldn't just run away from these two.

"She has to learn," the pale, older woman said. Her flawless marble skin cracked as she smiled with perfect white teeth. "And? How was dinner, Emine?"

"You don't give a damn about the dinner," Emine retorted. She grimaced, squeezing her taut belly when a sudden cramp filled her. It dissipated, leaving behind an acidic mass that filled her stomach. "We leave tomorrow to visit Davud's Sanjak-bey and the foreigner, an Englishman, will follow."

"What's he like?" Nefise asked again. "Is he handsome?"

"Yes, he is," Emine said, lording her knowledge over the pair. She swallowed and then swallowed again as saliva gathered in her mouth. "And sharply dressed. And well mannered. He said he'd never seen a more beautiful woman. He gave me a gift, even."

Emine smile as she grinded her teeth to keep the acid from the back of her throat. The other two women watched her, waiting for her to continue her story. She found herself growing annoyed as they failed to notice what she was talking about.

"The necklace!" Emine said finally.

"The- the gold necklace?" Nefise asked, her doubt plain on her face.

"Not just gold," Emine said while rolling her eyes. She scratched at her chest as she held it out before herself. "A gold necklace threaded with the hair from a beast no longer living. Hunted for extinction from Almany, he said. It was-"

She glanced down. The golden ring was bare and twisting back and forth at the end of the chain. It was simple and dull with a dent along the edge. She frowned at it as she turned it around in her fingers.

"It would appear he told the truth about that," Canhabibe said dryly. "Not even the hair remains from this mythical beast."

"That's- It was-" Emine barely had time to cover her mouth with the back of her wrist as she burped, turning her head away while her cheeks flamed red.

"Are you alright?" Nefise asked.

"I'm fine," she replied, standing from the couch. "Just something from the dinner. I think I'll retire to my room."

"Do you think she's okay?" the younger girl asked behind Emine.

"Well, to that, it's hard to say," the older woman's voice followed, fading as Emine fled. "Oh, or do you mean physically?"

Damn them, Emine thought as she rushed to her room. She was hunched over and her throat burned as her mouth filled with saliva again. The young woman tried to reach her wardrobe, where she kept her handkerchiefs but her stomach rebelled.

Just as she feared the worst, her stomach began to settle. She waited anxiously, sure that it would return but the burning from her throat receded and the cramps seizing her lower belly released. Her exhaled breath shuddered as she felt herself relax the tension she'd been holding.

She undressed herself carefully in the middle of her room and yet the nausea and cramping still didn't return. Once undressed and now feeling the cold of the evening air, she moved quickly to her wardrobe. As she reached for her night dress, she remembered the look Davud had given at dinner. The girl sighed and made her way to her bed where she slipped under the thick covers.

From her nightstand, Emine took her copy of the Qabus nama, pulling at the silk bookmark that lay near the beginning of the tome. She settled it between her knees and focused on it, her lips moving slowly as she read.

A spray of short, sand-colored hairs fanned out above her breasts. Her nails scratched idly at the hairs as she read from her book. As the minutes passed, she found herself toying with the hairs, subconsciously enjoying the light tickling it made as she rocked them back and forth with her fingertips.

She saw him from the corner of her eyes and knew not how long he watched her. Davud stood in her doorway, dressed in an open robe that showed thick black chest hair covering dense muscle. Emine froze as he grinned at her.

"Come," he said, twirling to walk down the hallway.

Without hesitation, she lay her book aside and stood, following her master towards his lavish bedroom. Her knees throbbed as she hurried, the pain low and tolerable but noticeable. She wished he'd chosen one of the other women tonight but she knew he wouldn't. Not after showing her off to the foreigner. And, even without that, she was favored.

Davud stood by his bedside. The huge bed lay low to the ground and was covered in blankets and pillows that appeared to shine in the lamps. She shivered as she undressed herself under his gaze and she let her underclothes drop until she stood naked before him. Davud eyed her appreciatively from her toes to her face and she watched him grow hard through the gap in his open robe.

Again, without direction, she made her way to the bed. Her knees, reddened and slightly swollen, clicked twice before she turned away from him and knelt at the edge of the soft mattress.

Emine looked back to Davud as she rested with one aching knee on the bed and her other foot on the floor. She supported herself with her hands and her soft breasts hung beneath her. Her master was stripping and she looked away under the pretense of crawling further onto the bed.

By habit, she turned and lay on her back as Davud crawled into bed next to her. She steadied herself as he straddled her legs before bending to kiss the inside of her thighs. The young woman pressed her lips together as his beard scratched her delicate skin. He moved slowly, raising himself until he kissed her belly button. Further. She grabbed the bedsheets with her fists.

Davud's cock lay against her mound as he roughly grasped her breasts to suckle on her nipples. She turned her head while he rubbed against her and squeezed her. His smell flooded her nose - the unwashed earth and sweat converging with the spices from dinner.

And she found herself growing aroused, against her will. She breathed deeply by reflex and she could see the dirt and sand surrounding their estate. She could almost taste and feel it and the thought of him there, riding his horse set her nerves afire. In her mind's eye, she saw him practicing with his sword while wearing his sweat-soaked cuirass. She wanted to bury her nose in him.

Emine moaned, releasing the bedsheet to grab Davud, who froze in surprise. Quickly, he recovered, moving down to feel her wetness against the head of his cock. He growled in surprised but as he began to guide himself into her, Emine, placed her palm against his chest.

"Wait, wait," she gasped, twining her fingers through the dense forest of his chest hair.

The girl moved, twisting to go to her hands and knees. She'd never taken control - had never shown initiative with him but she suddenly had to have him over her. She pushed her ass back, raising it as his cock pressed between her thighs. It was an extremely unusual position for her but she wanted to feel his hair on her skin and his weight against her back.

That thought brought another loud moan forth as she pictured him above her, pressing down on her. Bearing his weight.

The defined lines of Emine's back, bought with hard dieting and self control, began to slowly fill out as fat deposits formed. Her back grew smooth as Davud guided himself into her. The man's thick, wide thumbs pressed deep into the swollen, fatty flesh above her hips as the head of his cock slipped between her slick pussy lips.

"Yes, like that!" Emine cried out. She took his wrist and pulled him forward, hoping he got the hint. Praying he would go to all fours above her. "Like that! Yes!"

Davud entered her easily and she shuddered as she gripped his cock with her pussy. When he didn't press down against her, she raised herself up into him, rubbing her skin against his body. She couldn't get enough of his smell.

Wish, oh yes, oh yes! She thought to herself as she shoved herself back. Wish. Wish this was outside. In the dirt, Oh. Oh! All fours, yes! Davud above me. Sweating in the sun. Mixing our scents! Covered in- oh yes! YES!

Emine moaned and the sound distorted, lower in pitch rather than her normal sweet high voice. She could feel him trembling as his breathing grew erratic. She knew he'd be close already. Her pussy clenched around him as she worked her hips up and down against him, eyes closed as she pictured herself being held down in the grass and dirt.

"Wait," she gasped. "Back. On my back! Cum! On my back, please!"

She gibbered, close to the edge and losing herself in the moment. She was fastidious. She always washed after a session and cleaned herself thoroughly but now she wanted nothing more than to feel his hot cum against her skin. To feel it against her body.

Davud grunted and then pulled out. Emine reached back, grabbing for him, already forgetting what she'd begged for him to do as she felt the loss of his cock and the press of his body. His fist closed around her hair and he pulled, forcing her to cry out at the painful, animalistic roughness. He'd almost always treated her more gently than not but he seemed to lose himself in her directions and the passion she showed.

Gouts of warm cum washed over her skin. The young woman cried out, reaching beneath her body to rub her swollen, aching clit as Davud coated her. She surprised herself with a sudden orgasm as she lost herself in her daydream - picturing herself awash with Davud's sweat and the dirt below as he covered her body with his semen. She kicked and her throbbing knee clicked loudly as she collapsed, breathlessly, to the bed.

Emine's smooth back shook gently as the fat deposits quivered with the motion.

She panted on the bed as Davud lay next to her. Her eyes closed as his heavy arm settled against her and his right leg pressed against her thighs. His absence was painful - she ached deep within and wanted him inside of her still. Yet, as she lay there with his weight on her, she felt a strange thrill. She pictured him above her, pressing into her again but the image kept slipping and showing him atop her - as if he was somehow riding on her. It was disconcerting and she kept forcing it back, only for it to slip again and show him astride her body.

And the thought of him there was driving her wild.

A sudden, loud snort snapped her out of her reverie and the images dissolved. She lay beneath her master, covered in his cum as he began to snore next to her. It was a scene that played many nights and she normally extricated herself quickly in order to wash him and the deed off of her body but she found herself distracted. Still empty and wanting and enjoying his body against hers. And the earthy smell of him.

Still, she gently moved under him and gathered her underclothes. It seemed not as cold as it had before and she gave a final look to her master before walking from the room.

Only when she was halfway to her own room did she realize she walked the hall naked for any passing servant to see. Stifling a surprised shriek, she ran the rest of the way to her room. Pain flared in the joints of her legs with each jolt of her bare feet against the rough ground.

Emine gasped as she hurried into her room. Once inside, she hesitated, on the verge of calling for a bath as she had every night. She should, she knew she should but, for some reason she wanted to keep Davud's smell close. His cum had dried on her back and, as she moved, she could feel it flaking. She should've been disgusted by it but she felt herself growing warmer as she remembered the feel of it - being on her stomach as he treated her roughly. As he manhandled her.

Glancing at the door, she dropped her clothes and crept naked to her bed to slip beneath the covers. Her routine, after a bath, would be to sleep but her hand trailed down her body, brushing patches of almost invisible brown hairs. Her golden pubic hairs were slick with her wetness. She looked again towards the doors as her cheeks brightened to betray the lust that was rising in her body.

A single finger slipped between her slick lips and she bit her lip to hide her reflexive moan.

The rough treatment from earlier rose in her mind again as she fingered herself. Davud's hand in her hair, pulling her hard as she pushed against him. Yanking at her head as if her hair was the rope tied to a halter.

"Ohhh," Emine sighed, losing herself in her pleasure. She rolled to her side and then her belly as she tried to recreate the moment. "Ha-harder."

In her mind, Davud smacked her ass and she bucked, raising her hips beneath the covers at the thought of it. A second finger joined the first.

"Harder!" she gasped out loud as her fingers sped up. She could feel her pussy drooling and coating her fingers and wrist.

It was a rod now, in her mind's eye. Striking her ass hard enough to leave a mark.

Emine bucked and shrieked as she came yet she didn't stop and a third finger joined the others. The rod struck her side as Davud showed his impatience with her.

"Ye-ye-yes!" the girl moaned.

Bones groaned in Emine's legs as they slowly lengthened. Stretch marks appeared around her knees and shins before the skin healed to show smooth, perfect skin. Her delicate knees continued to swell.

A single sand-colored hair pushed through the skin of her mound. It twisted around the slick hair surrounding it. A second and third hair joined it, the darker hairs mixing with the soft, light hairs until her pubes were a tangled mess of light and dark.

More rough hairs emerged from her thick kneecaps.

Emine pressed her face into her bed as she screamed and shook. The imaginary rod struck her side. Davud held it as a faceless man mounted her in her mind. More waited their turn behind him. Their turn to use her as her master struck her. As he beat her like he'd beat a willful animal needing to be broken.

The fat along her back shook as a powerful orgasm took her. Her pussy spasmed, ejecting her fingers away from her tight opening and she spasmed on the bed, kicking her knobby knees and long legs from the aftershocks that rode through her.

Panting, her eyes fluttering from the intense feeling, she sighed and fought unsuccessfully against the sleep that began to claim her.