Harem Girl
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,610
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 4
“I am no one’s slave,” she gasped, trying to scratch his wrist. He tossed her onto his bed like an old rag doll and climbed on top of her. His cock hardened with desire to not only hurt her, but to give himself pleasure. Sabiana knew her eyes were wide now because she was truly afraid. Lord Remas smiled as his let his cock rub against her opening. She writhed beneath him, trying to escape. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she fought against weight. He simply let her struggle, enjoying the feeling of power he had over her. She kicked his legs repeatedly, aiming for his sensitive area. One kick came close which earned her a backhanded slap.
She was pulled up off the bed and turned to face away from him. Lord Remas wrapped his arms around her and pinned her arms down. His cock was still rubbing against her. “You are on my bad side. After my luncheon with Lady Manuela, my friend, Lord D’Argo is coming for a visit. He is interested in purchasing one of my slaves. I would prefer to keep you since I haven’t tamed you yet. Bear in mind, he’s the one who would rather kill you than break you in,” Lord Remas reminded her. He stood erect now, returning to the balcony. Sabiana curled up on the bed, weeping openly. “Stop those meaningless tears. It’s time to bathe and dress me.”
Sabiana sat up on the bed and went to collect her clothing. She slipped on her skirt and top, and then hauled the tub to the balcony. Lord Remas simply stood before her as she ran a damp sponge over his muscular body. “Master, may I speak freely for a moment?” Sabiana asked while washing his shoulders.
“I suppose you may. It has been a long time since a slave has washed me as gently as you have. You have wonderful hands, Sabiana,” he replied. She blushed a bit, but was glad he could not see her face.
“Master, would you really sell me to Lord D’Argo? If he is as vile as you say he is I would much rather remain here and serve you,” she explained, cupping some water in her hands to wash his hair. Lord Remas smiled to himself. The girl was trying to flatter him. He did not know what to think of this at the moment. In his mind, he wanted to keep the slave for his own and perhaps, make her his personal slave. The doors parted and an older man walked in. He looked similar to Lord Remas, only with white hair and white beard.
“There you are my son! I see you are preparing for the visit from Lady Manuela. She is indeed a fine woman and think of what a marriage to Spain can do for us. If only your poor mother were here to witness what a fine son she bore. No woman will ever compare to her, not even the best pleasure slave we own,” he sighed.
“Father, this is Sabiana, our newest slave. Sabiana, this is the Sultan of this palace, Lord Orin Moondagger,” Lord Remas said. She obediently bowed to him before returning to her chore at hand. The elder Lord smiled as the slave girl cared for his son. “Perhaps you come bearing some good news for once. Would it be possible for a prince to marry someone who is not of royalty at the moment? What if I wanted to marry a commoner?”
“Speak no more of commoners, my son! You are a prince and will live as such. Look what happened to the Sultan of the South. He married a whore from a thief’s guild and his entire family gets murdered! Rumor is that his only daughter went off to become a whore like her mother. That girl shamed an entire family,” Lord Orin began.
“My mother was not a whore!” Sabiana shouted, dropping the sponge in her hands. Lord Orin looked absolutely astonished that a slave spoke to him in such a manner. He reached for the girl, pulling a riding crop from his side. Lord Remas stood up to protect her.
“Get out of the way, boy. She must be punished for speaking about a harlot like that,” Lord Orin growled.
“I will punish her. Sabiana is my slave and I shall discipline her,” Lord Remas said, taking the crop from his father. She was tied to the pillar again, but this time, she had her back exposed. The usual punishment for speaking back to a Master was ten lashes. With some reluctance, Lord Remas whipped Sabiana soundly. She made no sound though each lick stung as though it were fire. Lord Orin was satisfied with her punishment and left to wait for the visitors. Once the heavy doors were shut, Lord Remas quickly untied her. She fell into his arms, silently crying in pain.
They went onto the balcony where the tub sat. He carefully poured the water onto her back to wash some blood off. She whimpered because her back still stung. Sabiana pushed him away, then slapped him harshly. “I thought you said Lord D’Argo was a cruel master. Yet, here you are, crop in hand. As far as I see it, you are no better than he is,” she said. Lord Remas gently touched his cheek. Nothing hurt, but a thin line of blood trickled down from his nose. He had no excuse for his actions and regretted them sorely.
She was pulled up off the bed and turned to face away from him. Lord Remas wrapped his arms around her and pinned her arms down. His cock was still rubbing against her. “You are on my bad side. After my luncheon with Lady Manuela, my friend, Lord D’Argo is coming for a visit. He is interested in purchasing one of my slaves. I would prefer to keep you since I haven’t tamed you yet. Bear in mind, he’s the one who would rather kill you than break you in,” Lord Remas reminded her. He stood erect now, returning to the balcony. Sabiana curled up on the bed, weeping openly. “Stop those meaningless tears. It’s time to bathe and dress me.”
Sabiana sat up on the bed and went to collect her clothing. She slipped on her skirt and top, and then hauled the tub to the balcony. Lord Remas simply stood before her as she ran a damp sponge over his muscular body. “Master, may I speak freely for a moment?” Sabiana asked while washing his shoulders.
“I suppose you may. It has been a long time since a slave has washed me as gently as you have. You have wonderful hands, Sabiana,” he replied. She blushed a bit, but was glad he could not see her face.
“Master, would you really sell me to Lord D’Argo? If he is as vile as you say he is I would much rather remain here and serve you,” she explained, cupping some water in her hands to wash his hair. Lord Remas smiled to himself. The girl was trying to flatter him. He did not know what to think of this at the moment. In his mind, he wanted to keep the slave for his own and perhaps, make her his personal slave. The doors parted and an older man walked in. He looked similar to Lord Remas, only with white hair and white beard.
“There you are my son! I see you are preparing for the visit from Lady Manuela. She is indeed a fine woman and think of what a marriage to Spain can do for us. If only your poor mother were here to witness what a fine son she bore. No woman will ever compare to her, not even the best pleasure slave we own,” he sighed.
“Father, this is Sabiana, our newest slave. Sabiana, this is the Sultan of this palace, Lord Orin Moondagger,” Lord Remas said. She obediently bowed to him before returning to her chore at hand. The elder Lord smiled as the slave girl cared for his son. “Perhaps you come bearing some good news for once. Would it be possible for a prince to marry someone who is not of royalty at the moment? What if I wanted to marry a commoner?”
“Speak no more of commoners, my son! You are a prince and will live as such. Look what happened to the Sultan of the South. He married a whore from a thief’s guild and his entire family gets murdered! Rumor is that his only daughter went off to become a whore like her mother. That girl shamed an entire family,” Lord Orin began.
“My mother was not a whore!” Sabiana shouted, dropping the sponge in her hands. Lord Orin looked absolutely astonished that a slave spoke to him in such a manner. He reached for the girl, pulling a riding crop from his side. Lord Remas stood up to protect her.
“Get out of the way, boy. She must be punished for speaking about a harlot like that,” Lord Orin growled.
“I will punish her. Sabiana is my slave and I shall discipline her,” Lord Remas said, taking the crop from his father. She was tied to the pillar again, but this time, she had her back exposed. The usual punishment for speaking back to a Master was ten lashes. With some reluctance, Lord Remas whipped Sabiana soundly. She made no sound though each lick stung as though it were fire. Lord Orin was satisfied with her punishment and left to wait for the visitors. Once the heavy doors were shut, Lord Remas quickly untied her. She fell into his arms, silently crying in pain.
They went onto the balcony where the tub sat. He carefully poured the water onto her back to wash some blood off. She whimpered because her back still stung. Sabiana pushed him away, then slapped him harshly. “I thought you said Lord D’Argo was a cruel master. Yet, here you are, crop in hand. As far as I see it, you are no better than he is,” she said. Lord Remas gently touched his cheek. Nothing hurt, but a thin line of blood trickled down from his nose. He had no excuse for his actions and regretted them sorely.