Harem Girl

The next morning, Lord Remas awoke to the sound of a slave rustling clothing. He opened his eyes, but not did see Sabiana before him. It was an older slave woman, named Danii. “Slave, where is Sabiana?” he asked, sitting up.
“Oh, my Lord, you frightened me! The newest slave was being difficult when she was told to rise and serve her master. Lord Orin punished her so severely that she cannot move. Her back is covered in welts and blood,” Danii explained, bowing quickly to Lord Remas. She took the clothes in her arms and hurried off to wash them. He groaned as he put his head in his hands. Sabiana had been hurt because of her wild spirit. She had yet to be tamed. He pulled his crisp linen breeches on, not bothering to cover his chest. His slave needed him.
In the harem, Sabiana was surrounded by the older women. They were all speaking in quiet voices. Lord Orin stood over them, his eyes full of rage. “I told you slave, you will learn to obey a master, whether you like it or not. This is the world you must get used to now,” he growled. The women stopped tending to the newest slave to glance up at the cruel master. His hand still clutched the whip. “I will ask you again and this time, answer correctly. Who is your master?”
“I serve only the man who purchased me and you are not that man. Lord Remas is my only master,” Sabiana replied weakly. Her body was racked with pain from the previous ten lashings. Lord Orin decided that the whippings simply weren’t enough for her. Perhaps an even worse punishment would help her learn who she really served. The other slave women were sent away. He crouched next to Sabiana, setting his weapon of choice aside. She forced herself to try to stand, but to no avail. Her legs felt useless because of the pain she felt. With seemingly no options, she used her arms to pull herself across the floor of the harem.
Lord Orin appeared to be amused by all this. The slave woman feared him. He wrapped one hand around her onyx hair, pulling her to the center of the harem. “I think you should be punished severely for this. You’re nothing but an ungrateful little harlot in my eyes,” Lord Orin explained. He removed his shoes and breeches before kneeling in front of her. Sabiana knew what he wanted, but for once, didn’t know if being defiant was a wise idea. “Since you are unable to move well, I will bend down for you. Just obey me and I promise not to hurt you.”
Feeling trapped in his wicked promises, Sabiana pulled herself into a sitting position. Her mouth was level with his cock that seemed to grow with each passing second. She decided that she would just please him, but think of Lord Remas in her mind. Anything would be better than Lord Orin. Sabiana licked her lips before gently sucking on the tan tip. He had a different taste than his son. Lord Orin reminded her of tea leaves with a hint of salt while Lord Remas just had a wonderful clean taste. Gently, the older master, pushed on her head, telling her to take more of him in her mouth. He had a bit of a paunch, making things a bit more uncomfortable for her. The shame took hold of her and she gagged.
She was not punished for this. Instead, he eased back, allowing her to catch her breath. Lord Orin kissed her neck and massaged her breast. Sabiana responded to each touch as was her instinct to do so. He touched further, until he found her clit. One finger lightly stroked it, making her hips buck. Such arousal was wrong, she knew it. This man did not care for her. He only wanted her for carnal pleasures. Every fiber of her soul begged her to stop, to tear away from his fiery fingers as they pushed inside of her. “Stop!” she shouted suddenly.
“What did you say?” Lord Orin asked sharply.
“I beg you sir, touch me no more. It would not be right seeing as Lord Remas is the only man in my eyes worthy to touch me. You hands make my stomach churn,” Sabiana replied. She thought he would immediately go for his whip, but he did not. Instead, Lord Orin gazed around the harem. There were several ottomans lying about, as well as a large table covered with items. He walked over to it, pressing on the wood, as if he were seeing how much pressure it would take. When he was satisfied with it, he swept all the bowls, bottles and clothes on the floor with his arm. Sabiana was lifted up and nearly slammed through the table when set upon it.
Several strips of linen were tied around each of her wrists, the one leg of the table. Her arms could not help her now. Lord Orin looked down upon the slave, enjoying how her body seemed elongated now. Her breasts had a slight blush to them as they rose and fell rapidly. “I see that you are scared. You will not enjoy this, slave, but I will. It is time you knew how it felt to be under a man,” he said, pressing the tip of his arousal into her. Sabiana tried to pull back. She did not want this man anywhere near her. Lord Orin saw what she was trying to do. He took a few more strips of the linen and tied her legs wide open. There was no possible way for her to move away from him now. Knowing that his touch made her ill, he rubbed her nether lips, causing her to become excited.
Finally, he went back to her swollen clit. He rolled it between his fingers, listening to her whimpers of protest. Nothing would make him stop. Though he did not want to admit to anyone, he had lusted for Sabiana ever since she stepped foot before him. She was young, with luscious breasts and a pussy made for men. Once she was aroused, he pressed into her again. Sabiana twisted her waist, struggling against the bonds that kept her down, but she was immobile. Lord Orin entered her all at once, pushing into her with one swift thrust. She cried out in fear and humiliation. The girl was still rather tight, despite losing her innocence the night before. His thrusts were harsh, rough and almost crazed. He took no notice of her cries for him to stop. Instead, he placed his hands on the table to balance himself better. His wicked fingers reached out for her pebble-like nipple.
Sabiana hated that she was so aroused by this vile man, but her body was reacting in a normal way. Her nipple felt a sharp pain as it was pinched, then twisted by Lord Orin. He pulled it away from her, letting it fall back to her with a wretched shiver. The wooden table, though it was smooth, caused pain as it chafed the fresh welts on her back. She wept openly, her tears bringing no comfort at all. A horrible man was violating her after whipping her. Yet he still took so much pleasure in everything he put her through. Lord Orin pulled out of her, then walked to the side of the table to where her breasts were. He leaned over the table, before taking a nipple in his mouth. His tongue caressed it as his teeth bit into it. In order to make sure she maintained her arousal, his hand brushed her pussy.
Lord Orin knew how he wanted to reach his climax. He abandoned her nether lips and breasts, then untied her completely. She was pulled into a kneeling position on the floor in front of him. With one hand in her hair, he pulled up, forcing her mouth to open. His engorged cock slid past her lips and he made love to her orally. She feared doing anything to harm him, knowing his whip was but an arm’s length away. “Oh slave…do not spill a drop of my seed…” Lord Orin moaned as his climax hit. Sabiana could not help but gag, causing most of it to spill forth. She tried to clean herself, but he did not punish her this time. With a smile, he released her hair, his seed trailing down her breasts. “Let’s hope my son finds you in here like this. He would want nothing more to do with you when he learns that you are a whore.”