Lost in Arabia: Appeasing Merva

Her hair was black and sleek, twisted back from her face elegantly. Her face was completely bare of makeup, which was actually for the best - makeup would have disguised her natural beauty. Her skin was perfect, her eyes big and gray and fringed with long, thick black lashes, and her lips were full and perfectly shaped. Her patrician nose was straight but slightly rounded at the end, managing to be both aristocratic and cute. Wearing a tailored suit, she was slender, but her curvaceousness was also evident. She was also fairly tall for a Turkish girl at what appeared to be five-foot-eight, and seemed to have both long legs and a long torso. She was absolutely perfect; a freak of nature.

She was also currently hissing at Prince Khalid in Arabic.

One barked word from Khalid shut her up though, and her eyes quickly filled with tears. She started pleading with him, her hysteria evident even without an understanding of the language.

And Khalid stood there totally unmoved by her tears and pleas. He wrapped an arm around her in a comforting gesture, but his face and tone were resolute, clearly not giving Merva whatever she was begging for.

Lana, for her part, was stunned. This beautiful and successful woman was unraveling at Khalid's feet.

Her tears finally quieted into shuddering breaths, then faded into steady breathing. But when she righted herself and looked at Lana, her face was filled with loathing.

***

Khalid concealed his alarm at Merva's obvious hatred toward Lana.

No woman was ever happy when he let them go, but Merva's level of rage would be dangerous for Lana if he didn't step in. He'd been right to end things with her. Her obsession with him had grown to an unhealthy level, and it was time to cut the ties.

"Merva," he said sharply, turning her attention back to him, "you know the rules. You will do nothing to damage her permanently. No breaking the skin - and be especially careful with her ass; the skin there will break easily - nothing that could damage internal organs, no defecation, no suffocation." He frowned at her mutinous glare. "If you can't handle that, then I'll break with tradition and just say goodbye."

Her eyes widened. "No! It's fine! I'll be gentle with her." Her lips curled seductively. "Well, not too gentle..."

He nodded, then glanced back at Lana. She stood there watching intently, but unable to know what they were saying. He grinned wickedly. She was not going to be happy when she found out.

"Lana, I know you're wondering why you're here."

Her head seemed to start to nod, then stop as if refusing to admit he was right. So stubborn.

"As I told you, Merva has been my submissive for the last year. She has been wonderful, but, as I told her from the start, I cannot stay with one woman for too long. However, I have a tradition. When I find a new submissive, I take her to see the woman I am leaving for her. Then I give the woman who has served me faithfully the chance to both say goodbye to me, and to punish the woman who has taken my interest, within, of course, the limits of safety. You will be serving Merva today." He didn't miss the cruel upward tilt of Merva's lips.

Lana appeared to be speechless. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide with shock. He knew that wouldn't last long.

He was right.

"Of all the egotistical, pompous-!" she cut off abruptly. He was fairly certain that was more from not having any invectives foul enough to describe him rather than being finished.

"Are you mad? Wait, what am I asking? Of course you're bloody mad! But you!" she said accusingly, swinging to Merva, "You're not actually okay with this, are you? This man is a bloody lunatic! Tell me you're not willing to participate in this!"

Merva shrugged one shoulder in a careless gesture. "If I must lose him, then I will say my goodbyes. And I will see if you are capable of replacing me. Which I doubt." Her eyes glinted with malice.

Lana gaped at her. "This pig is degrading both of us. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Khalid chuckled. She was a very fiery thing, his new sub.

Merva spun back to him. "She doesn't even want to serve you! She disrespects you!" she said desperately, "I love you! I love serving you! Don't throw me away for this English bitch!"

Khalid shook his head. "You and I are finished. And she is a more willing submissive than her words imply. She is simply saying the words she thinks she ought to feel. She is a submissive, and she will serve me," he said firmly. Really, Merva was starting to get annoying.

He turned back to Lana, who was trying to inch her way back to the door. "You will serve Merva, or I will give you to some of the rougher Palace security for a night. I should warn you though, the last sub who forced me to do that said they were animals with her, and I will not be there to make sure you are safe. But, your choice..." he said, in a tone that made it clear there was really no choice at all.

He could see Lana weighing her options in her head. Submit to a woman who obviously violently detested her, or be given to a group of men who would rape her, uncaring of her body's response. Her resignation was clear on her face.

He smiled. "Merva, do as you like, within the rules."

Merva grinned maliciously. He had no doubt she was going to give Lana a good working over.

Merva strode over to the beautifully carved chest she kept his supplies in for him. She began withdrawing devices of every conceivable shape and function. She was going to make this last.

She stripped off her suit jacket, then undid the side of her wrap silk shirt. She unzipped her pants and stepped out of those too, turning to him and posing, knowing he couldn't help but admire her body. Her black lace underwear stood out against her olive skin, and the high cut of her panties served to emphasise the length of her legs. When she undid the front clasp of her bra, spilling her breasts free, he saw Lana swallow.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" he murmured to Lana.

Merva smirked and kicked off her panties. Her pussy had bare lips topped with a neat patch of curls. She began donning a vinyl corset, and Lana and Khalid simply stood and watched. Her breasts were pushed together and up, practically spilling out of the corset by the time it was laced up. Next, she tugged on a short vinyl skirt which barely covered her behind. She shamelessly bent over, displaying her pussy to them as she tugged on first one vinyl boot then the other, zipping them up to her thighs. The pointed toes and spiked heels seemed to compound her overall air of mercilessness.

A pair of elbow length gloves completed the picture. Merva was the picture of an unkind mistress, ready to discipline her little subling and enjoy herself immensely.

"Strip," she ordered Lana.

Lana's mouth opened to form a refusal, but she seemed to catch herself and content herself with merely glaring at both of them while she complied.

Khalid's lips twitched. "I am going to sit. Stay in my view," he told Merva.

Merva, already lost in mistress mode, merely nodded curtly at him. She stared dispassionately at Lana who was now nude.

Lana's skin was peach to Merva's olive. Light pink nipples tipped her perfectly formed breasts, which were neither big nor small. The curve of her hips was perfect as well; neither too wide nor too narrow, but rather a slight flaring from her small waist. Her lips weren't full like Merva's nor were her eyes as wide and heavily fringed, but her mouth was sweet, particularly when she smiled, and her eyes were sloe-shaped and had an almost misty quality to them. Where Merva was like a thoroughbred, Lana was an Arabian; delicately built with exquisite curves that begged to be traced.

Khalid shifted to adjust his thickening cock.

"Get on your knees."

The two women locked in a staring contest, battling in a contest of wills until Lana broke, slipping down to her knees ungraciously. An almost genuine smile touched Merva's lips for the first time.

***

Lana seethed as she stared up at the bitch in vinyl. She hated this woman more than she'd ever hated anyone in her life. This was unnatural. Having Khalid do this with her was bad enough, but a woman?

The bitch had better not be thinking I'm going near her minge, Lana thought to herself. She wasn't a goddamn lesbian. As she thought that though, the image flickered in her mind of the alternative. Khalid's particular brand of rape might be somewhat pleasurable, but that was not the norm for rapists. She had no doubt that these men he'd promised to give her to would conform with the usual type; brutal and completely uninterested in making it anything but painful and humiliating for her. One Merva was better than multiple men using her. Her eyes stung as she prayed that this Merva didn't have any lesbian urges, because she realised she'd do whatever she had to in order to avoid becoming the palace guards' plaything for the evening.

Merva's hand came up to her cheek, the vinyl warm and smooth against her skin. The room's air conditioner blasted frigid air, and Lana's nipples had already hardened into almost painfully tight little buds and her skin had drawn into gooseflesh. Because of the coldness of her body, the warm hand stroking her face felt almost pleasant.

Without warning, she slapped Lana, snapping her head to the side with the force of the blow. Lana was still reeling when Merva caught her up by the hair and wrenched her head back.

Merva said nothing, simply drilled into Lana with her stare for a stretched out moment. Her eyes were dark and turbulent, and had an almost crazed sheen to them. Lana barely refrained from cringing away.

When Merva finally spoke, her tone was strangely empty, almost as if only a part of her were doing the speaking. The rest of her, Lana decided, was undoubtedly off in space-cadet land. This woman was a complete and total nutjob.

"You know he whipped me once until it felt like my skin would fall off, and I didn't make a sound. One hundred lashes. I don't think you could handle that. You are the kind who equates submission with weakness."

No argument there - she did equate submission with weakness, and she definitely couldn't handle one hundred lashes!

"Lean forward and place your hands on the ground," Merva said. A corner of her mouth kicked up. "Like a dog."

Lana bit the insides of her cheeks. The position was degrading enough with a man, but to be ordered into it by this bitch was insufferable. A warning glance from Khalid though reminded her of her other 'option'. She gritted her teeth and assumed the position.

Her breathing was nervous, like the quivering pants of a racehorse waiting for the gate to fling open. She stared willfully straight ahead, trying to force deep breaths through her nostrils. She would endure this. A fragment of some Buddhist or Taoist saying floated through her head, something about bending to accept a situation rather than break. That's what she'd do. She'd bend. She would take whatever this psycho had to give her, and she wouldn't break.

Bit by bit, she forced her muscles to loosen. She focused on breathing and untensing her body, and they gradually became relaxed.

Until the first lash of the many-tongued whip.

It cracked into the flesh of her back, and all the muscles she'd unwound clenched back into knots of tension. Merva wielded the flogger mercilessly, criss-crossing the lashes, ripping the tongues into her sensitive sides and the tender skin along the back of her arms when she vainly tried to protect herself.

It went on and on. Lana praying that each blow would be the last, easing a fraction every time there was a second of relief, only to despair when the lashes came down again. Merva was relentless, and her strokes were efficient, calculated flicks of the arm and wrist designed to inflict maximum pain. With every stroke, Lana felt the pleasure Merva was taking in watching her suffer.

She couldn't take anymore. Her head was filled with her own cries of agony, and she was just about to get up and walk away. To hell with the both of them. But suddenly, she had an epiphany; that was what Merva was hoping for - no, aiming for: her giving up. Lana breaking and begging for mercy.

'Fat bloody chance of that,' Lana thought to herself, gritting her teeth as a vicious blow caught an inch of her soft side. She would now rather die than give this bitch the satisfaction of hearing her beg for mercy.

It seemed like hours - although it was probably twenty minutes at most - before Merva finally stilled behind her. Lana tried not to hope, but her back sang with the optimistic belief that there would be no more pain.

The pointed toes of Merva's vinyl boots appeared in Lana's line of vision, and she looked up. The slap Merva laid across her face resounded throughout the room. Her vision swam for a moment.

"You don't look at me unless I give you permission!" Merva screeched. "You are not my equal to look me in the face! You are dirt beneath my feet!"

Lana's jaw clenched as she struggled to keep her eyes trained on the floor and not to scream back at the bitch. Only the fear of another slap held her tongue.

A vinyl covered toe appeared in front of her.

"Kiss it."

Lana's head jerked up, and "Fuck you!" escaped her mouth before she even had time to think about it.

Merva's slap snapped her head sideways.

"Eyes down!" The boot disappeared, and Lana heard the clicking heels of Merva's stilettoes behind her.

The smack of a vinyl-covered hand against her still sore ass was explosive pain across her nerve-endings. Lana jerked forward and cried out before she could stop herself. She had no time to recover as the hand came down again and again, each time seeming harder than before. She bit hard into her lower lip, trying to keep from giving Merva the satisfaction of hearing her pain.

With one last smack, Merva halted. She trailed her fingertips over the burning skin of Lana's behind, the gentle raking feeling both soothing and agonizing.

"Are you ready to be good?" Merva asked silkily.

"Yes!" Where the hell had that come from? But even though a part of her struggled against giving in to Merva, she knew she couldn't take anymore. She'd just do what the woman wanted, whatever would spare her flaming ass more punishment.

The pointed toe was back.

Lana clenched her eyes, and dove down, kissing it quickly while she tried to blot out all thought.

"More."

She almost looked up, but caught herself just in time. Her back teeth ground as she went in for another kiss.

"More."

Christ! Lana planted kisses on all over the skin-warmed vinyl. Tears pricked her eyes, but she forced herself to swallow her pride.

"Lick it. Like it's a yummy candy." Merva's voice was low and seductive, her pleasure at Lana's humiliation evident.

She almost refused. Her whole body tensed as she battled with herself, whether to give in, or simply get up and walk out, telling Khalid he could give her to anyone he liked. The black-covered foot stared her in the face. And, at that moment, her mind seemed to rise to a higher plane of consciousness. What was pride? She could bend, give Merva her enjoyment, and she would still be herself when it was all over. Her feelings still roiled, but her thoughts became muted.

In the end, it wasn't even a conscious decision; with no direction from her brain, her tongue snaked out and trailed from the pointy toe of Merva's boot to her slender ankle. And then she dropped a kiss. Without being asked.

The room was quiet except for the sound of shallow panting. With a start, Lana realized that it was Merva who was panting.

"Kiss higher," Merva ordered, her voice breathy.

Lana kissed up to her vinyl-encased knee. Her mind was in neutral. She had no thoughts either way about what she was doing, only a mix of feelings that blended together to become indistinguishable from each other.

"Higher!" Merva's voice was raspy.

It suddenly clicked in: Merva was aroused. She, who was supposedly dirt beneath Merva's feet, had her panting with desire. A thrill shot through her.

Lana teasingly kissed up to the front of Merva's thigh, feeling Merva's breath hitch when her lips finally reached bare skin. But it wasn't enough. Lana knew where Merva wanted her to kiss, but she continued to coyly press soft kisses well away from that region.

Giving up on subtlety, Merva hooked her knee over Lana's shoulder. Lana obligingly gave her a soft kiss on her inner thigh, just above the line of her thigh-high boot.

Merva's hands dove into her hair, and her face was hauled up to Merva's musky, neatly trimmed patch. Without being told, Lana pressed a kiss to Merva's mound. Suddenly, the reality of what was happening tried to break through the daze of her mind.

"Lick!" Merva cried, pressing Lana's face where she wanted it.

She wasn't a lesbian...but this wouldn't make her one would it? She had to do it. Merva's scent teased her nostrils.

Lana groaned. She wanted to do it.

Letting go of her resistance, her tongue slid out to delicately touch Merva's swollen clit. One of Merva's hands left her hair to go to her clit, pulling the hood back, making her angry red clit protrude.

"Lick!"

Lana's tongue started lapping, like a kitten at a dish of cream. Her tongue swiped over the swollen little button over and over, and soon Merva's moans were filling the room.

Her low, honeyed voice broke, rasping sexily. Everything about the woman was sensual. She was the kind of woman that every girl had hated, been jealous of, but - at least on some subconscious level - been fascinated by. Wanted to touch.

Lana pressed her lips around Merva's clit, and, without knowing where she got the inspiration from, sucked her clit into her mouth. She accidentally grazed it with her teeth, but, when Merva half-gasped, half-moaned, she did it again. Somewhere along the way, this had ceased to be something she just had to get through.

Hot juices poured from between Merva's swollen labia now, and she shoved her cunt into Lana's face while pushing her head forward into it.

"Finger me!" she moaned brokenly.

Lana obliged her, violently shoving two fingers in without preamble. That was all it took; Merva's hips bucked against Lana's head, and her head was pulled forward with such strength that her nose buried in Merva's mound and she couldn't breathe. She sucked her clit harder, scraping it with her teeth, pulsing her mouth around it. Merva's head rolled back and she screamed, all her pain and ecstasy going out the sound, loud enough to make the walls tremble.

Her thigh shook against Lana's head, her entire body shuddering as she came down from her peak. She finally unhooked her leg from Lana's shoulder, leaving it feeling strangely cold and bereft. Lana just stared up at her. The hate she felt for this woman had been forced down by desire. Everything had. Her own fear of being labeled a lesbian included. Merva smiled, and she thought it must be the same for her.

Merva leaned down and pressed her perfect lips to Lana's. She kissed her so softly, so sweetly. Her lips tried to cling as Merva lifted away.

The slap was completely unexpected.

"Did you think just because you ate my pussy you can ignore the rule about looking at my face?" she said harshly.

Lana felt an almost childlike state of confusion. She continued to stare, flabbergasted, until Merva's glare registered and she dropped her eyes obediently.

She was in a dazed state, her thoughts and emotions fogged, but regular, independent Lana tried to break through, screaming that she should not be feeling upset by this switch in this mad woman's behaviour. But she was. She actually felt sad. And the conflicting feelings just upset her more.

She kept her eyes pinned to the carpet even though her neck ached to turn and see what Merva was doing when she walked away. She heard the sound of something being shaken out, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Merva laying a white sheet down.