A Dancer's Dilemma

AN: This chapter has the majority of the warnings from the summary page. Oral, M/F, N/C, D/s, Maledom. Read responsibly.

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The next two days, Leann spent working beside the other servant girls in the kitchen under Gertrude\'s scrutinizing eye. She noticed that she caught the Sultan leering at her countless times, and she knew she had his attention. But now, she needed to get closer. Occasionally, she saw Bristo in the courtyards or at mealtime. There had been a small ceremony for the beheaded servant girl the day before. Only the servants, eunuchs, and a few of the girls in the harem attended. Leann heard multiple stories from the other servant girls about what had happened and why it had happened. Each story made her shiver inside, becoming more and more aware of how barbaric the Sultan and the eunuchs could be.

When Leann was not in the kitchen, she had been given the duty of pulling weeds and pruning the bushes in the courtyard where the harem girls lounged. She was able to work and watch the girls practice their dances. She memorized their routine, and at night, she would stretch and hone her body movements to fit the grace of a dancer.

On Leann\'s third day, the Sultan called Bristo to the throne room. \"The new girl wants to dance. Take her to your chambers and find out if she can.\"

\"As you wish, Master.\" Bristo smiled as he anticipated a night full of entertainment and sex, the meaning of the word dance, according to the Sultan. Ever since he branded her and felt her firm body squirming under his, he couldn\'t wait to explore her intimately. No longer would he need to retrieve the image of her bathing from his memory bank. Now, he could experience it one on one. The chief eunuch left the Sultan\'s presence and headed to the kitchen where Leann would be working.

Leann had just stirred the large pot of stew for the evening meal and was setting her trays out when Bristo arrived. As soon as his primitive eyes landed on her, she felt her skin crawl and swore that she could smell her flesh burning. That first night she had been wary about falling asleep, thinking she would be abducted by him or any of the other eunuchs. When sleep would befall her, she would dream of his strong body pressed against hers. She could smell the fragrance of spicy incense misted over him mixed with smoke from pipes and cigars. His robes had literally draped across her, and the light bathrobe did not cushion any reaction from his body towards her. The feeling of his rough hands on her butt lingered as her mind continuously replayed that moment of impact when the hot branding iron touched her skin, his strong arms unyielding to her initial gasps and cries of pain.

She snapped out of her remembrance when his strong hand grabbed a hold of her arm. Her trays clattered to the counter as he began to pull her from the kitchen. She caught sight of the other girls and Gertrude looking her way but then watched as they uncaringly returned to their duties. Leann made the unfortunate mistake of asking Bristo, \"Where are you taking me?\"

\"Hold your tongue, Woman. Only speak when spoken too,\" Bristo corrected as his open palm connected with her cheek. \"Walk with me.\"

Leann traveled beside Bristo, who still had her arm firmly in his grip. She didn\'t know what to expect or where they were going. She had not done anything lately that could be considered being disobedient or defiant. The only thing she could think of was that earlier that morning she had partaken in the morning dance class; and even though no one had objected, she could feel the eyes of one of the girls on her. Her only thought was that the girl had complained.

Bristo dragged her to his room and pushed her forcefully inside. Leann tripped over one of Bristo\'s carelessly tossed sandals, and she landed face first on the floor. It was then that she realized where she was. Her eyes saw Bristo\'s bed; and when she looked back at him, she saw the unmistakable look of lust. She opened her mouth to speak but watched Bristo shake his head and telepathically dare her to speak. She gathered her skirts in her hand as she stood up.

\"So you want to dance, do you?\" he finally asked. He couldn\'t help but allow his eyes to appreciate her chestnut hair scattered around her as she stood in her drab gray robes.

\"Yes, Sire,\" she answered, assuming a meek tone of voice.

\"Then dance,\" he offered, waving a hand nonchalantly into the air.

\"But…I\'m not dressed appropriately for dancing,\" she softly disputed. Her heavy robes, which she wore along with the other servant girls, were clumsy and bulky.

Bristo laughed. \"Of course you are not, Chere.\" He lunged forward and pulled her to him, grasping her burqa and pulling it free from her body. He easily ripped the light trousers in two. \"Remove it,\" he told her, nodding to the shirt.

In shock, Leann\'s shaking hands took off her top and stood before the eunuch in her undergarments. She had heard the stories of how the girls were treated by the eunuchs, and her heart pounded in her chest, as a fleeting thought told her that death would be better than this. No, she told herself. She could do this.

Spellbound, she watched as Bristo lowered the needle of an old record player; it started to play. Knowing what was expected from her now, she started to dance in her simple cotton panties and white bra. Her hips swayed with the music, and she twirled gracefully. Her hair had mostly fallen out of the simple bun, and it flowed around her. She recalled the moves the other girls made, remembering to look at the one for whom they were assigned to dance for. Just as she was getting into the easy groove of the music, she felt Bristo\'s rough hands grasp her shoulders and stop her sensual moves.

\"Naked, Chere. If I want to watch clothed women dance, I\'ll go spend time in the dance halls.\" He released her and ran a hand through his coal black hair before he crossed his arms. He scanned her body hungrily.

Leann nodded submissively and unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her arms. She pushed her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. The sound of her thudding heart nearly drowned out the music, but she tried to retain an outward, courageous expression. Starting to dance again, her bosoms bounced with her moves, and she tried to ignore the lust in the eunuch\'s eyes. She rolled her shoulders and waved her arms as if she held an imaginary veil. At the end of the song, she bowed as was the traditional custom.

Bristo stood, captivated by her. He knew from the other day that she was no ordinary woman. He had wanted to ram his hard cock into her the day he branded her, but if word had gotten back to the Sultan that he took her without being granted permission, then his head would be staring at his headless body in the back courtyard.

Leann\'s elegant and nude body hovered in front of him. Her chest heaved from her dance, causing her breasts to move up and down. With no physical touch, both nipples were pert, and their color was the most glorious color of pink that he had seen. Never really paying attention to breasts, unless having to administer a punishment for not satisfying a guest or the Sultan, Bristo watched them jiggle. His eyes scanned her well-muscled body, questioning how a scorned street rat could be so tan… so firm.

From the corners of her downcast eyes, Leann saw Bristo move. She took a chance and looked up, meeting his burning glare. She powerlessly watched him remove his robes and lower his pants. His legs were massive, and she could see his thigh muscles ripple as he removed his boxers. Having never seen a eunuch, she couldn\'t help but gape at the lone penis and missing testicles.

\"I was a bad boy, but not as bad at Grist, who runs around with two balls and no dick,\" Bristo revealed ominously, sitting down in a chair. \"Come. Kneel and perform fellatio.\"

Swallowing hard and trying to keep from getting sick, Leann squelched her guilty conscious and stepped over to him. If she refused, he would kill her, either here or where the other girl was murdered. Things could be worse, she reminded herself as she willingly knelt. This was a form of rape, but if she complied with Bristo, she would be one step closer to sharing personal time with the Sultan. All she needed was to survive the sex and seduce the Sultan enough to allow him to drop his guard and slip up. She could do that. She\'d done it before to many wise men and shrewd business people; the Sultan was no different. At least, she hoped.

Leann placed her hands on Bristo\'s knees and pushed them apart so that she could move her body in between them. There was no resistance, and she forced herself to look up into his face as she moved one of her knees forward and then the other. Rubbing her hands across the tops of his thighs, her fingertips met his hipbone. They reached for the head of his penis before gently scratching a nail down it. She heard him grunt and started to wrap her other fingers around his hard cock. Her thumbs pressed into it, massaging it as she leaned in and allowed her tongue to flick across the head.

Bristo groaned again, and one of his hands clasped the back of her neck, encouraging her to continue. His other hand grabbed one of her hands and forced her to touch the place where his balls would have been.

Leann tried to resist but the pressure on the back of her neck intensified. She moved the hand under his and caressed where his hand held hers. She felt a puff of air blow across her face as he sighed heavily. Continuing to orally pleasure him, she trailed her tongue down one side of his shaft and up the other before taking him into her mouth. Her tongue assaulted him as she moved up and down his penis. She forced herself to deep throat occasionally. Her free hand moved from his thigh to his butt, where she kneaded her fingers into his cheeks.

Bristo sucked in his breath and unknowingly held it. His hips arched upwards as her mouth and tongue pleasured him, even though he never would know the feeling of ejaculating. Her tongue was so soft, like the finest silks, and it circled him and caressed him in ways that made him ache. He removed the hand covering hers, pleased she continued to rub his ball-less area. He growled as she pinched his rear, but his lips formed a smile. His other hand moved from her neck and settled on the back of her head. The act of fellatio made his mouth begin to water, and he longed to taste her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and slowly pulled her head back.

Her tongue flicked over the head of his penis one last time before she closed her mouth and looked into approving eyes. Leann picked up his idle hand and licked two of his fingers before leading them to one of her breasts. She rolled his fingers across it, feeling his fingers pinch her nipple. She closed her eyes and moaned as she felt herself becoming wet. Knowing her body well and how it responded to sex, she knew she had to have enough foreplay to lubricate herself before penetration. Climaxing was another problem, but she could fake it, since she had a feeling that whenever they consummated this sexual dance he would go on ramming into her until her body would orgasm.

Surprised by her initiative, Bristo eagerly took over the action of fondling one breast and then the other, pinching each nub and twisting it, expelling a cry of pleasure…or pain. From her kneeling position, she squatted back slightly and Bristo\'s leg felt the moisture between her legs as her mound brushed across his skin. With a renewed hunger, both of his strong arms clamped around her waist and pulled her into his lap.

Leann fully expected to be pressed roughly down onto his hard erection but was surprised when his hand slithered down to her thighs. She gasped as one finger and then two swept across her moist folds. Her eyes closed as his fingers traced around her clit slowly and then penetrated her. Instead of continuing his kindness, he surprised her when he forcefully inserted a third finger. She yelped painfully, opening her watering eyes just in time to feel him remove his fingers and see him suckle them.

\"It\'s all about pleasure, Ann. All about the hunger,\" he half snarled. Roughly, he pushed her from his lap.

With a thud, she landed on the unforgiving floor. A spark of pain ripped through her as her branded and sore butt throbbed from the forceful landing. In a blink of an eye, the hulking shadow of Bristo descended upon her. On his hands and knees, he grabbed her knees and pushed her legs apart, his strength and speed overpowering her.

Fear that is embedded into every woman that is about to be taken by force overtook Leann\'s body. Instinct caused her to try and struggle, kicking out her legs and pressing them against Bristo\'s legs. She could feel his weight crushing down upon her, and her legs became play dough as they began to buckle. His hot breath blew across her sex, causing her to suck in a breath and fully understand what he meant by the word hunger.

Bristo could smell her as he pressed forward, warding off the strength she exhibited. Sticking his tongue out, it flipped across her. He tasted his tongue before he allowed it to ravish her, darting in and out of her, licking and penetrating her, and stimulating her clit. His hands still roughly held her, digging his fingertips into her thighs.

Leann felt her body betraying her and arching towards him, meeting his hungry tongue lapping against her. Trying to hold back a building orgasm, she knew that it was impossible, and the force of her climax caused her to whimper loudly as her nails dug into his shoulders.

Bristo drank her seeping wetness and flicked his tongue across his own lips again after he lifted his head from between her legs. He observed her wheezing for air, and he crawled closer to her, keeping his hips between her legs. Removing his hands from her thighs, he reached for her breasts.

Leann opened her eyes, allowing a few tears to slide from the corners of her eyes. Unable to stop her body, she squirmed beneath him, pushing her breasts fully into his hands. When he thrust inside her, she cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. His enormous size stretched her inner walls, and his hands continued to grab and assault her breasts. She quickly figured out his rhythm and arched her back to meet him when he thrust into her so that her back and the part of her butt that was branded were not being forced into the hardwood floor. She screamed again when he quickened his thrusts and caused her butt to grate against the floor, tearing the bandage from her sore and exposing it to the rough floor beneath them.

\"You like this,\" he grunted, assuming her actions and reactions were in response to him. One hand reached beneath her and cupped her rear, elevating and holding her as he continued to pound into her several more times. His eyes watched her writhe on the floor under him. Her slender but tone body began to glisten with sweat droplets.

Leann\'s mouth opened as if to protest or answer him, but she felt his hands lift her and cover the place where she was branded, protecting it from the floor. Instead, she forced a reply. \"Yes. More please.\"

Bristo eagerly appeased her, holding her closer and massaging her breasts. Although he was excited, a part of him softened and his actions carried a bit more affection than the animalistic characteristics of earlier.

Leann couldn\'t help but moan pleasurably against his touches. Her body began to tighten, and suddenly, her orgasm rocketed through her. She cried out from extreme satisfaction and shuddered violently. Her eyes grew moist and hazy as she struggled with the unbelievable effect that this eunuch had on her and how wretched she felt for allowing herself to be taken in such a forceful manner. Not to mention, willingly allowing it to happen.

Mercifully, Bristo ceased pumping into her. His face studied her expression thoroughly, curious of its meaning. He reached for her face, lightly wiping his thumb across her cheek. Her skin felt clammy but still so smooth. Removing his hand from her face, he grabbed the tangled throw rug and bunched it slightly.

Not paying attention to what he was doing, Leann felt the rug cushion her as his hand lowered her to the floor. His fingers didn\'t leave her skin, but instead, tenderly trailed up her sides and across her stomach. She felt a finger or two brush against her breasts before he withdrew completely and sat back on his haunches. Her chest continued to rise and fall heavily.

\"When your time comes, if you perform for the Master like that, you\'ll never need to worry.\" He climbed across one of her legs and used his discarded robes to lie across her naked body. The next words out of his mouth surprised him, and he had no idea why he spoke them or why they sounded like a warning. \"You like sex. We all like sex. The other girls will be eager to experiment with you as will the rest of us. The two you should be prepared for are Grist, who has perfected the art of making girls scream for hours. Remember he has no dick and is very enthusiastic. You met him the other day. The other is Viking. He likes orgies, even if you do not.\"

Leann nodded, listening to him and trying to regain her breath. For being violated, she could not show any negative emotion lest she be killed on site. In all honesty, she felt numb. She had just had two powerful orgasms with a man, who disgusted her but could be her ally if she allowed him to be. She made sure to pay attention to whom he was warning her about. She remembered Grist and his unpleasant and un-welcomed touches. She had not met Viking, but assumed that he was the one that terrified the girls in the kitchen the other night. He was a brute of a man, had scars all over his face, and walked with a limp.

As her breathing evened out and she regained some strength, she reached out a hand and touched his leg. \"How about if I just experiment with you? Is that an option?\"

Bristo stared at the girl, now sprawled under his robes. He licked his lips again, tasting what remained of her scent on them. \"We can most certainly work something out, Chere,\" he selfishly answered, puffing out his chest like a proud peacock.

Leann nodded, continuing to stroke his leg. She knew that many observed her being dragged away from the kitchen and down the many halls. Even though she didn\'t realize what was happening at the time, she knew the others would. Kara and a few other servant girls would intentionally watch her change or shower. When Kara would change her bandage, she would pay too much attention to the indentation and slowly rub healing oils onto the sore. Leann knew that if she wanted to keep her same-sex virginity safe from the other girls and if she wanted to stay away from Viking and his gang, she would need to sacrifice herself to Bristo…if he would only accept her offer.

The eunuch felt himself get hard as her caresses enticed him. He cleared his throat. \"You\'re here now. Care to join me tonight?\" As an afterthought, he added, \"In my bed.\"

Removing the robe that was covering her naked body, Leann drew her legs up underneath her and crawled closer to the eunuch. She braced her exhausted and sore body with one hand on the floor, fingers splayed out, and touched his chest with the other before lowering it. She gently brushed it across his growing erection and then tugged at his undershirt. On her knees, she pulled his shirt up and over his head.

Bristo accepted her actions as being consensual to spending the night with him. He cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them tenderly, reveling in her willing moans. One hand dipped between her legs and traced her folds gently. He could feel her soft hands on his chest, and then her tongue darted out and flipped itself across one of his nipples. He growled lowly before he scooped her up and carried her to his bed.