The Empress' Harem I
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
6,946
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Mai fidgeted under the bright lights of her cage. She sat on the floor of a massive iron cage in the center of an enormous feast. Around the room there were other slaves in cages too. Mai saw women slaves serving drinks, sitting in the laps of men, carrying trays of drinks all around her. One poor woman had spoken out and was now bent over one of the large tables and was being taken rather brutally by the man she had back talked to. Mai kept her eyes carefully averted as the monstrous man thrust into her again and again. The woman was screaming, chanting prayers as she was raped. A priestess, then. Mai wondered what had happened to the temples back home. Probably destroyed, she thought glumly.
None of the women in the room seemed properly clothed, they all looked terrified and did exactly what the other slaves said. Mai sat lost and confused in her box. She didn’t know why she was in there, but she was.
A trumpet sounded. Vlack, the slimy trader, stood at the front of the room. He spoke loudly to the high table, where three people sat. Vlack spoke in Mai’s native language, and an interpreter stood nearby, translating.
“My respected and beloved king, we bring before you today the spoils of your noble and most brave son’s conquests. These fair young maidens we give to you as gifts to warm your bed and serve your tables, to use however you see fit.”
The kings replied and Vlack bowed his way down the steps. He turned and made his way determinedly towards Mai.
“This one, oh great king, your son sends to his beauteous and regal sister, in honor of her eighteenth birthday.”
Mai’s eyes went wide and she felt her breath catch. The girl at the high table laughed and stood, making her way towards Mai. The princess was beautiful in a dark, terrible way. Her body was well formed, her breasts like golden orbs constrained by her black dress. Her hair flew wildly about her head and her blood red lips pouted when she smiled. Her eyes, though, were a pale, pale blue, and spoke of insanity and cruelty.
She was indeed insane, and known for her sadistic tendencies. Mai pressed herself back against the bars as the princess walked closer. She was smiling horribly as she reached out towards Mai.
“Come, come little pet, none of that now, come see mummy,” she whispered, strangely enough in Mai’s own language. Mai whimpered and Princess Iris laughed.
Iris strode back up to the table and next to her father, who was smiling fondly at her. She smiled at Mai across the room and sent a chill down her spine. This was not going to be good.
Mai was led to Iris’ chambers that night, long after the feast had ended. Her hands were bound in front of her and she was being led by a chain. She was naked, as she had been in the cage. She shuddered in the cold air, just why was she being given to a woman? She didn’t even want to think of the tales of perversion that came from countries far from her own. The guard leading her along stopped in front of a pair of doors and knocked gently.
The door was opened by a slave, a dashing dark haired young man with twinkling green eyes. He caught sight of Mai and smiled down at her. It wasn’t a nice smile. Mai tried to backup, but the guard yanked the chains forward. She stumbled forward a bit and fell into the arms of the young man. He groped her backside and took the chain from the guard. He kept his arms around her and led her into the main room.
Princess Iris sat on a mountain of pillows and cushions, surrounded by the most beautiful men Mai had ever seen. Mai was thrown from the slave’s arms onto the floor in front of Iris, to the laughter of the men around them.
“Such a pretty pet, what to do with her?” Iris said in a singsong voice. The slave who had met her at the door handed the end of the chain to the princess and sat down beside her, laying his head on her lap. She absently stroked his hair as she looked Mai over. Mai had long blonde curls that dropped below her waist and bluish green eyes. Her skin was fair and light and she knew she was well formed. Colin had said her breasts were a perfect handful of firm flesh. He had whispered so many naughty things to her…
She and Colin had messed around, but little more than a few touches, a kiss here and there. She thought that maybe, just maybe she loved him. He was probably dead now, she thought, and suppressed tears. She would not cry in front of Iris.
The slave with his head in Iris’ lap hadn’t stopped staring at her, and there was a fierce lust in his eyes. His erection was pressing against the thin material of his pants. Mai looked at him with disgust. Iris caught her look and seemed surprised when she saw the gaze her slave had directed at Mai.
She threw him off her in an instant and screamed at him in the strange language of the Aleki. She beat him about the head with her fists and kicked him. He cowered away from his mistress’ wrath and pleaded for her to stop. She finally did, and then turned her wrath to Mai. She laughed insanely as she chanted over and over, “Come to me, come to me, come here, my pet.” The most delirious and insane smile was fixed on her face, and her blue eyes had gone very pale.
Mai scrambled backwards from the insane woman, fear washing over her. Iris finally got mad at this and stormed forward, anger evident on her face and grabbed Mai by the hair. Mai screamed as she was hauled up after the furious woman. Iris dragged her into a side room and grabbed a knife off the table. Mai fought to get away, she didn’t want to be killed just because a man looked at her. Iris held her firm and brought the knife closer to Mai’s head.
There was a shearing noise, and Mai felt herself drop to the floor. She looked up, trying to figure out what had happened. Iris stood smirking above her, holding a chunk of Mai’s beautiful blond hair. Mai raised both trembling hands to her head and screamed when she found her cut hair. Iris darted forward again and grabbed another handful of hair.
Mai tried to get away, but Iris still held her chain. Again Mai felt her hair being cut away. Iris was practically sitting on her now, shearing away all Mai’s long curly hair and leaving in her wake a mess of tattered and uneven locks of hair. Mai’s tear stained face was pressed against the rug as Iris finished her task with and evil cackle and the whispered words, “No one gets to be prettier than me.”
KaS
Mai fidgeted under the bright lights of her cage. She sat on the floor of a massive iron cage in the center of an enormous feast. Around the room there were other slaves in cages too. Mai saw women slaves serving drinks, sitting in the laps of men, carrying trays of drinks all around her. One poor woman had spoken out and was now bent over one of the large tables and was being taken rather brutally by the man she had back talked to. Mai kept her eyes carefully averted as the monstrous man thrust into her again and again. The woman was screaming, chanting prayers as she was raped. A priestess, then. Mai wondered what had happened to the temples back home. Probably destroyed, she thought glumly.
None of the women in the room seemed properly clothed, they all looked terrified and did exactly what the other slaves said. Mai sat lost and confused in her box. She didn’t know why she was in there, but she was.
A trumpet sounded. Vlack, the slimy trader, stood at the front of the room. He spoke loudly to the high table, where three people sat. Vlack spoke in Mai’s native language, and an interpreter stood nearby, translating.
“My respected and beloved king, we bring before you today the spoils of your noble and most brave son’s conquests. These fair young maidens we give to you as gifts to warm your bed and serve your tables, to use however you see fit.”
The kings replied and Vlack bowed his way down the steps. He turned and made his way determinedly towards Mai.
“This one, oh great king, your son sends to his beauteous and regal sister, in honor of her eighteenth birthday.”
Mai’s eyes went wide and she felt her breath catch. The girl at the high table laughed and stood, making her way towards Mai. The princess was beautiful in a dark, terrible way. Her body was well formed, her breasts like golden orbs constrained by her black dress. Her hair flew wildly about her head and her blood red lips pouted when she smiled. Her eyes, though, were a pale, pale blue, and spoke of insanity and cruelty.
She was indeed insane, and known for her sadistic tendencies. Mai pressed herself back against the bars as the princess walked closer. She was smiling horribly as she reached out towards Mai.
“Come, come little pet, none of that now, come see mummy,” she whispered, strangely enough in Mai’s own language. Mai whimpered and Princess Iris laughed.
Iris strode back up to the table and next to her father, who was smiling fondly at her. She smiled at Mai across the room and sent a chill down her spine. This was not going to be good.
Mai was led to Iris’ chambers that night, long after the feast had ended. Her hands were bound in front of her and she was being led by a chain. She was naked, as she had been in the cage. She shuddered in the cold air, just why was she being given to a woman? She didn’t even want to think of the tales of perversion that came from countries far from her own. The guard leading her along stopped in front of a pair of doors and knocked gently.
The door was opened by a slave, a dashing dark haired young man with twinkling green eyes. He caught sight of Mai and smiled down at her. It wasn’t a nice smile. Mai tried to backup, but the guard yanked the chains forward. She stumbled forward a bit and fell into the arms of the young man. He groped her backside and took the chain from the guard. He kept his arms around her and led her into the main room.
Princess Iris sat on a mountain of pillows and cushions, surrounded by the most beautiful men Mai had ever seen. Mai was thrown from the slave’s arms onto the floor in front of Iris, to the laughter of the men around them.
“Such a pretty pet, what to do with her?” Iris said in a singsong voice. The slave who had met her at the door handed the end of the chain to the princess and sat down beside her, laying his head on her lap. She absently stroked his hair as she looked Mai over. Mai had long blonde curls that dropped below her waist and bluish green eyes. Her skin was fair and light and she knew she was well formed. Colin had said her breasts were a perfect handful of firm flesh. He had whispered so many naughty things to her…
She and Colin had messed around, but little more than a few touches, a kiss here and there. She thought that maybe, just maybe she loved him. He was probably dead now, she thought, and suppressed tears. She would not cry in front of Iris.
The slave with his head in Iris’ lap hadn’t stopped staring at her, and there was a fierce lust in his eyes. His erection was pressing against the thin material of his pants. Mai looked at him with disgust. Iris caught her look and seemed surprised when she saw the gaze her slave had directed at Mai.
She threw him off her in an instant and screamed at him in the strange language of the Aleki. She beat him about the head with her fists and kicked him. He cowered away from his mistress’ wrath and pleaded for her to stop. She finally did, and then turned her wrath to Mai. She laughed insanely as she chanted over and over, “Come to me, come to me, come here, my pet.” The most delirious and insane smile was fixed on her face, and her blue eyes had gone very pale.
Mai scrambled backwards from the insane woman, fear washing over her. Iris finally got mad at this and stormed forward, anger evident on her face and grabbed Mai by the hair. Mai screamed as she was hauled up after the furious woman. Iris dragged her into a side room and grabbed a knife off the table. Mai fought to get away, she didn’t want to be killed just because a man looked at her. Iris held her firm and brought the knife closer to Mai’s head.
There was a shearing noise, and Mai felt herself drop to the floor. She looked up, trying to figure out what had happened. Iris stood smirking above her, holding a chunk of Mai’s beautiful blond hair. Mai raised both trembling hands to her head and screamed when she found her cut hair. Iris darted forward again and grabbed another handful of hair.
Mai tried to get away, but Iris still held her chain. Again Mai felt her hair being cut away. Iris was practically sitting on her now, shearing away all Mai’s long curly hair and leaving in her wake a mess of tattered and uneven locks of hair. Mai’s tear stained face was pressed against the rug as Iris finished her task with and evil cackle and the whispered words, “No one gets to be prettier than me.”
KaS