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Barbaria1 said:
Oh, but she is an exception to the rule...she is an elfgirl, remember? ;)
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On time with the rescuing, as usual too. :rolleyes::D
Anyway, more seriously, it's a wonderful story. Can't wait to see what awaits our heroines next - I thought they might at least get to "enjoy" harem life a bit before someone tried to kill them again.:devil:
 
Jollyrei said:
...I think the redhead had the dagger before our two protagonists arrived...
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Barbaria1 said:
Yes, good analysis Jolly. The dagger was already there under a cushion, ready for use when the redhead needed it. Never trust a redhead on a Barbaria thread
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I was not speaking about the redhead but about her accusation saying that the two girls (Adelfi and Barb ) had a dagger ! ;)

Read properly what people say in their replies, please ...

But, never mind, the discussion is closed ...:devil:
 
Ah, the treachery of women. The tide of jealousy runs deep in that harem. Offering comfort with their bodies and death with their hands!
I fear for the safety of our heroines!
Madiosi, I particularly liked the first of your manips, but they were all a very suitable accompaniment to the story :)
 
Barbaria1 said:
12​

Morning, 31 May 1453

Adelfi and I are helped to our feet by one of Mehmet's bodyguards … a tall dark-skinned, bearded man in flamboyantly flowing clothes and a long curved sword at his side, judging from the way he carries himself an officer of some importance. Before ushering us out of the cell, he pauses to remove the iron collars and connecting chain from our necks.

But then, almost as an afterthought, he apparently decides that some restraint is necessary … we are after all recently acquired slaves. He reaches up and takes two sets of wrist irons and chains down from a hook on the wall and orders us to hold out our hands. Obediently, we comply while he shackles our wrists in front of our bodies.

It’s time to leave the cell. I take one last look around the cramped space in which we held each other so dearly through the night, my eyes coming to rest on the dead Janissary's dismembered head. I wrinkle my nose at the gruesome sight, turn away, and with a cheeky little toss of my head I hurry to follow the bodyguard and Adelfi up the narrow flight of stairs leading to the imperial palace grounds above.

At the top of the stairway we pass through a crumbling stone arch and out into a courtyard. I blink my eyes to accustom them to the bright early morning light. Looking about, I am astounded by the buzz of activity that surrounds us. Mehmet has ordered the immediate restoration of the palace, and is wasting no time in getting started. Men are at work everywhere.

We set off through the labyrinth-like palace grounds, passing through several courtyards. Along the way, workmen pause in their construction activities to ogle our nakedness, joking lewdly among themselves and smirking at us. Adelfi casts a knowing glance over her shoulder, a thin little smile on her lips. I grin. Getting into the spirit, I put a little bounce in my step as I follow along. Someone leans out for a better view and promptly falls off his ladder, much to the amusement of his comrades.

We turn a corner and come upon a large pavilion, which seems relatively intact compared to the shabby disrepair of some of the others. We enter. A colonnaded porch leads to a long hallway. We pass between beautifully decorated ceramic-tiled walls and, as we reach the end, I smell the inviting fragrances of fine perfumes and oils and hear the rush of running water and the lilt of female voices.

Our flamboyant escort leads us into a cavernous room under a high vaulted ceiling, supported by sand-colored stone walls, punctuated by alcoves tucked beneath heavy rounded Roman arches. Cool clear sparkling water, fresh from the city’s great aqueduct built centuries earlier by the Emperor Valens, flows into small bathing pools set beneath some of the arches, and from then into the great bathing pool that occupies much of the room.

View attachment 267311 Naked women lounge about, presumably all members of Mehmet’s personal harem. They regard us with curiosity as we are led naked over to the poolside. Two of the women are enjoying the water; both look up at us from the main pool. One is a brunette with rather large breasts; the other is distinguished by her flaming red hair. Several others sit on a rug at the edge of the far side of the pool, dangling their feet in the water and whispering among themselves …presumably about us. Another rinses herself off under a stream of water in one of the alcoves. We pass a pair at the side of the pool, who seem to be high on something, a hookah resting nearby.

Looking out over the pool Adelfi whispers to me, “Oh Varvara, that water looks so inviting. Just what we need, don’t you think? But, did you notice the one in the water with the red hair? I've never seen such red someone with red hair before, and look how curiously she looks at us. I wonder what she might be thinking?"

I glance at the redhead and catch her eye. I give her a friendly look. She flashes me a wan little smile, but there is something about it that makes me uncomfortable. She seems pleasant enough, but I have the funny feeling that she is not that pleased to see us here.

Our bodyguard escort brings us to a halt near the edge of the pool, puts his hands on his hips, throws his head back, and proclaims loudly to nobody in particular, “Look here! I bring you two new recruits for Mehmet’s harem, hand-picked by his Excellency himself. They are filthy and smell. Take them and see that they are bathed, perfumed and pampered.”

View attachment 267316 Drawing his sword with a flourish, he continues, “Be wary. Allow no funny business. Remember, these two are new and cannot be trusted. They will need to be broken in before they can serve their master. I shall return at midday to collect them and take them to the training room so that they can learn the fine art of pleasing the sultan in any way he might command.”

He orders us to kneel down beside the pool, sheathes his sword, bends down, releases our wrists from our shackles, and tosses them aside. He pats me indulgently on the head as if warning me to be good; then rises abruptly, turns and in a swirl of flowing robes marches out of the pool room.

View attachment 267314 We sit at the side of the pool, holding hands and tentatively dipping our feet in the water. The two women in the pool wade towards us, a pair of rippled wakes marking their progress. They each out, take us by the hand and guide us into the pool. We wade gingerly into the cool water, which swirls around us, rising first to our hips, and then higher as we make our way out into the middle of the pool.

We look at each other happily, plunge forward, ducking under and moments later breaking the surface with water streaming down our faces, wet hair plastered against our bare shoulders and backs. I giggle and splash playfully at Adelfi, who splashes back.

The two women tolerate our frolicking about for a few minutes, but then order us back to the shallow end of the pool. The redhead, who seems to have taken charge, motions for us to sit down in the shallows. The other women gather from around the room to sit at the edge of the pool and watch, tittering and whispering to one another.

Before we know it, the brunette and redhead begin to wash us. Oil flows from flute-topped bottles, cascading liberally over our naked bodies. Hands move up and down over our thighs, breasts and backs, slowly caressing, teasing oils into every pore before rinsing us in cool clean water. I have never experienced anything like it. I feel so exposed, yet so alive and so very sexy.

As they continue to wash us, a subtle change takes place. Their attentions turn to something more than bathing us. They touch every part of our bodies in a special intimate way. I lean back against the sweet young brunette, who presses her full breasts against me as her hand slides past the small of my back, circles around my hip and follows the slope of my tummy down low, fingers searching and searching.

Oh! She isn't just washing me! This is heavenly! There is more than meets the eye going on here. I lie back against her warm body, breathing heavily but feeling relaxed and calm. All the horrors of the past hours are melting away as my passions mount.

I turn to check on Adelfi. She has totally surrendered herself to the redhead. The woman works Adelfi over, cradling her in her arms while vigorously moving her hand up and down between my friend's parted thighs. I watch in fascination. The redhead has the palest skin I have ever seen, flecked everywhere with small red freckles, and appears to be in complete control. Adelfi reaches over and squeezes my hand as she closes her eyes and moans softly.

The brunette pushes me away and eases herself out from behind me. I recline back lazily on my elbows in the shallow water of the pool as she gets up, circles around, straddles me, and leans forward over me, large pensive breasts dangling, her thighs pressing in on mine. She smiles as my tumescent nipples tighten and I flinch as her hands brush over them again and again.

I settle back, the water lapping around me and sloshing in between our bodies, but out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of light. I start and look to my right. The red haired bitch has reached around behind her back with one hand and one of the women on the edge of the pool is slipping her a long jewel-handled dagger. Adelfi is in mortal danger … we both are!!!! I react by twisting myself violently to one side, upending my brunette who topples backward into the water with a yelp of surprise.

I scream at Adelfi, "Look out! She has a knife!" I scramble to my feet and throw myself at the redhead. Adelfi rolls free of immediate danger. The redhead is swiftly on her feet, backing away and crouching in front of me. We circle each other in the knee-high water, trying to maintain our balance on the slippery stone surface beneath our feet.

She has a weapon and I do not. She brandishes it, and takes a swipe at me. I back away just in time, the blade barely missing my tummy. She tries again and again I sidestep her thrust. She cocks her head to one side and flips her hair back defiantly, bloodlust in her eyes.

But before she can thrust again, I rush at her. At the same time Adelfi comes to my aid, throwing her leg out, jamming it between the redhead's legs and knocking her off balance. Throwing my body forward, I put my shoulder into the redhead’s chest and send her sprawling back over the edge of the pool. Vials of scented oils scatter and spill as I fall on top of her. Her head slams against the stone flooring. The dagger clatters harmlessly across the floor.

Recovering quickly, she flips me over and rolls on top of me. She is bigger and stronger and pins me down, calling loudly for someone to retrieve the dagger. I grab a handful of her hair and pull. She curses and spits in my face. Back in the water I hear grunts and splashing as Adelfi and the brunette grapple with one another. The other women circle around, pointing and cheering excitedly.

The sound of soldiers’ boots pounding on floor tiles echoes off the vaulted ceiling above as members of Mehmet's bodyguard come rushing into the pool room, calling for order, and shoving their way through the crowd of jostling women. The redhead is seized and lifted from me, hissing and spitting like a cat. I am pulled to my feet, hands pinned behind my back. Four guards plunge into the pool to separate Adelfi and the brunette.

The redhead points at me and heatedly says to the officer of the guard who had brought us to the harem pool earlier, "you warned us. You told us to watch these two little bitches. Sure enough! Soon as that one … the innocent-looking brunette … had a chance, she grabbed a dagger and attacked me. Everyone here saw her do it!"​

View attachment 267315 I start to protest, but everyone is nodding and shouting in support of the redhead. The officer looks at the redhead, then at me, and slaps me across the face and orders me to be quiet. Adelfi is dragged from the pool and made to stand next to me. Our wrists are bound tightly with chains behind our backs. The chains are also wrapped around our necks to keep our hands pinioned high behind our backs. I look up pleadingly at the officer, and beg him to hear me out, but to no avail. He shouts an order and we are led away.

TO BE CONTINUED

(and a heartfelt thanks to Siss for collaborating on the writing, and a special thanks to Madiosi and Tree for providing the manips)
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Super lekker!!!!!​
 
Here is the latest from Barb and Siss:

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Early afternoon, 31 May 1453

Adelfi and I are hustled away from the pool room, feet squeaking and leaving a wet trail on the polished marbled floor. The guards are rough with us, pulling on the chains that bind our wrists behind our backs and smacking our bare bottoms whenever we slacken our pace. The redhead’s loud complaints and angry threats echo off the vaulted pool room ceiling, and ring in our ears.

We leave the pavilion that houses the pool room, cross a small courtyard and enter what appears to be a rather squat and unassuming gray stone building. Pinching my right nipple, leaning in and breathing heavily in my face, the captain of the guard growls at me, “No one joins the sultan’s harem without a rigorous training session. Judging by the reported performance of you two sluts back there in the pool room, I’d wager you are in for one very long and difficult afternoon.”

Single-file we follow a short narrow corridor, turn and enter a surprisingly large open but low-ceilinged room, where we are met by a tall and fully naked woman, who brusquely orders the guards to leave immediately! As our guards grudgingly take their leave, I look around, sizing up our surroundings.

The room contains many splendors. Large billowy satin-covered pillows are scattered about on the floor, fine clothing and fabrics of all colors and qualities hang from wooden racks along two walls. There are luxurious sit baths, filled to the brim with swirling water, and brightly colored bottles and vials of perfumes and lotions.

But off to one side, in a nearby anteroom, there are also ropes and chains dangling from the ceiling, in addition to a pair of stout whipping posts, a brazier with glowing coals and what appear to be branding irons; even a torture rack with wrist and leg irons lying open, empty and waiting on its smooth sweat and blood-stained wooden surface. I frown at seeing so many instruments of discipline and torture, and throw an apprehensive look at Adelfi, who nods knowingly.

The tall woman, on the other hand, is so very comforting and assuring! She smiles broadly and claps her hands. Two muscular bare-chested eunuchs appear. She orders them to release our bindings. Speaking slowly and soothingly, in heavily accented Greek, she assures us that we are truly beautiful and we will certainly attain high stature in the Sultan’s harem, to which it is an extreme honor to be chosen.

She goes on to inform us that we are to be specially trained and prepared to serve the Sultan Mehmet. That we must be prepared to willingly surrender ourselves to his every whim and passion, no matter what it might be. It is our duty, she solemnly declares, to be docile, alluring and accepting. She sternly warns us that any insolence or misbehavior will be severely punished.

She walks around me slowly, looking over my naked body appraisingly, and then circles around Adlefi as well. Coming to halt in front of me and looking me straight in the eyes, she fondles my bare full breasts, cupping them and stroking at their tumescent erect nipples with the edges of her thumbs. I gasp a little, but manage to keep my composure aside from shifting my legs uneasily.

She moves on to Adelfi, runs her forefinger slowly down the blonde girl’s breastbone, over her tummy, circling her navel; then slides her open hand down over her mound, parting her labia with middle finger, which she curls slightly and slides in and out a few times. Adelfi holds perfectly still at first, doing her best to ignore the rudely penetrating finger, but then rises up on her toes and softly murmurs a breathy moan-like purr.

So many thoughts run through my head … this was not what I was expecting! The captain of the guard said we were in for it. He implied the worst. I imagined brutal rape and punishment, but not this. Adelfi and I glance at one another. What are we to do?

“Hmmmm, I thought as much,” the woman purrs, extracting her wet middled finger from between Adelfi’s thighs, and sniffing at it before turning and wiping it off on my left breast. “Exactly what my sources reported to me. Now listen carefully you two!! You are here to please the Sultan, not each other, or the other women in the harem either. Remember that … remember that you are here to serve him, and him alone!”

She saunters over to the clothing racks along one wall, and chortles softly to herself, “now what to dress you in? Mehmet likes bare flesh, especially on the new girls, so we don’t want to cover you up too much. Something revealing, silky and transparent perhaps, that leaves your breasts bared of course and elsewhere stimulates his curiosity and passion to look beyond.”

She lifts up a long bolt of fabric… a lovely length of silk, the deepest red I have ever seen and holds it against my skin. Draping it over my shoulder she selects a string of beads and fastens them loosely just above my hips. Threading the silk underneath them she spreads and evens it out to form the illusion of a skirt and with another length does the same in the back. She fusses with the way the garment hangs, parting and arranging it to bare and accentuate my breasts. She stands back and admires her work smiling with satisfaction.

She does the same for Adelfi, only in a shimmering nearly-sheer white, and produces two large golden discs to hang between our breasts from fancily-filigreed gilded neck chains. I slip into a pair of dainty red leather sandals, Adelfi into white.

“Now! Let me see you walk like obedient servants,”she says as she motions us forward with a flick of her wrist. Adlelfi steps out first, circling the woman with carefully measured steps. “Straighen up,” commands our trainer, “try to put more glide into your steps too.” I follow, focusing my attention on the sway of Adelfi’s hips and the quivering of her ass cheeks beneath the sheer folds of her white silky gown. I do my best to mimic her walk and bearing.

“Good!” the woman says, “now practice reclining alluring on the pillows; lie on your sides, support your head with one hand and coyly raise one knee to expose yourselves to him a little. He likes to feel as though he is being seduced.” Adelfi grins at me and complies, perhaps a little too theatrically. I get down on another of the pillows and do the same, making some faces that cause Adelfi to giggle, but draw a disapproving frown from the tall woman.

“That will not do!” she shouts at me, shaking her head. “This is serious business. Do that in front of the Sultan and you might end up making a very quick acquaintance with a whipping post and the strong whip arm of one of the eunuchs.”

For the next hour or so we continue our training, receiving instruction on the fine points of proper harem behavior … how to present, how to look down shyly rather than looking him straight in the eyes, how to murmur our assent to his demands. Then we move on to learning about his prodigious sexual appetite, about how he often makes love to more than one girl at a time, about how best to satisfy him in the various positions that he might demand of us.

Throughout it all we snicker and shoot each other glances, thinking that between the two of us we could probably succeed in thwarting him just as we did the captain and his first officer in the cabin of the Genoan galley. I quietly resolve that there is no way I am going to suck this guy, sultan or not. So he better not have that on his mind.

But suddenly, I realize that something in the room has changed. I look up. Standing behind Adelfi, hands on hips and looking very cross is the redhead, dressed rather scarily in skin tight black leather leggings and a dark silk tunic open at the chest. Behind her stand two enormous bare-chested eunuchs, with muscular arms like tree trunks.

“Get out!” she screams at the tall woman. “Be gone with you! I am taking over here now.”

The tall woman, casts her head down, bows deeply, and withdraws with her own eunuchs trailing behind. Turning to her over-developed henchmen, the redhead orders them to secure us to the whipping posts.“Discipline before training,” she pronounces in a serious tone to no one in particular.

We are both pulled to our feet and half-carried across to the anteroom that houses the discipline equipment. Adlefil kicks at her eunuch, who promptly lifts her off the ground as though she weighed nothing, and carries to a whipping post, her feet flailing harmlessly. I am marched over to and slammed up against one of the stone whipping posts, my arms quickly cuffed on the far side so that I am literally hugging the short post. Adelfi is similarly cuffed to the other post just to my left.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as the redhead selects a long braided whip from the rack on the wall, then strips off her black satin tunic and approaches us wearing only her tight leather breeches. Her large breasts sway pensively as she takes her position behind us, and playfully snaps the end of her whip a couple of times on the stone floor. One of the eunuchs pulls my red top down off my shoulders to bare my back.

I brace myself, knowing what is coming. I know now from the day before what the bite of a whip is like. But nothing happens. I wait, still nothing. Slowly and cautiously I turn my head to look back. Much to my surprise and delight, the redhead has turned away, lowered her whip. She glares fiercely at the captain of the guards who has entered the room unseen until now.

“Enough!”he commands, fixing the redhead with a look of obvious disdain. Mehmet wants these two women now, and he wants them unscathed. Lucky for you that I arrived when I did. Had you harmed them, you would have surely taken their place at one of those posts. Now, set them free immediately.”

We are released and ordered to follow the captain of the guard. I pull my red top back up over my shoulders and toss back my hair. Then Adelfi and I trail behind the captain as he stomps out of the room. I can’t resist sticking my tongue out at the redhead as I pass by. Adelfi uses a hand gesture to deliver a similar message.

TO BE CONTINUED
 
Barbaria1 said:
Here is the latest from Barb and Siss:

13​

Early afternoon, 31 May 1453

Adelfi and I are hustled away from the pool room, feet squeaking and leaving a wet trail on the polished marbled floor. The guards are rough with us, pulling on the chains that bind our wrists behind our backs and smacking our bare bottoms whenever we slacken our pace. The redhead’s loud complaints and angry threats echo off the vaulted pool room ceiling, and ring in our ears.

We leave the pavilion that houses the pool room, cross a small courtyard and enter what appears to be a rather squat and unassuming gray stone building. Pinching my right nipple, leaning in and breathing heavily in my face, the captain of the guard growls at me, “No one joins the sultan’s harem without a rigorous training session. Judging by the reported performance of you two sluts back there in the pool room, I’d wager you are in for one very long and difficult afternoon.”

Single-file we follow a short narrow corridor, turn and enter a surprisingly large open but low-ceilinged room, where we are met by a tall and fully naked woman, who brusquely orders the guards to leave immediately! As our guards grudgingly take their leave, I look around, sizing up our surroundings.

The room contains many splendors. Large billowy satin-covered pillows are scattered about on the floor, fine clothing and fabrics of all colors and qualities hang from wooden racks along two walls. There are luxurious sit baths, filled to the brim with swirling water, and brightly colored bottles and vials of perfumes and lotions.

But off to one side, in a nearby anteroom, there are also ropes and chains dangling from the ceiling, in addition to a pair of stout whipping posts, a brazier with glowing coals and what appear to be branding irons; even a torture rack with wrist and leg irons lying open, empty and waiting on its smooth sweat and blood-stained wooden surface. I frown at seeing so many instruments of discipline and torture, and throw an apprehensive look at Adelfi, who nods knowingly.

The tall woman, on the other hand, is so very comforting and assuring! She smiles broadly and claps her hands. Two muscular bare-chested eunuchs appear. She orders them to release our bindings. Speaking slowly and soothingly, in heavily accented Greek, she assures us that we are truly beautiful and we will certainly attain high stature in the Sultan’s harem, to which it is an extreme honor to be chosen.

She goes on to inform us that we are to be specially trained and prepared to serve the Sultan Mehmet. That we must be prepared to willingly surrender ourselves to his every whim and passion, no matter what it might be. It is our duty, she solemnly declares, to be docile, alluring and accepting. She sternly warns us that any insolence or misbehavior will be severely punished.

She walks around me slowly, looking over my naked body appraisingly, and then circles around Adlefi as well. Coming to halt in front of me and looking me straight in the eyes, she fondles my bare full breasts, cupping them and stroking at their tumescent erect nipples with the edges of her thumbs. I gasp a little, but manage to keep my composure aside from shifting my legs uneasily.

She moves on to Adelfi, runs her forefinger slowly down the blonde girl’s breastbone, over her tummy, circling her navel; then slides her open hand down over her mound, parting her labia with middle finger, which she curls slightly and slides in and out a few times. Adelfi holds perfectly still at first, doing her best to ignore the rudely penetrating finger, but then rises up on her toes and softly murmurs a breathy moan-like purr.

So many thoughts run through my head … this was not what I was expecting! The captain of the guard said we were in for it. He implied the worst. I imagined brutal rape and punishment, but not this. Adelfi and I glance at one another. What are we to do?

“Hmmmm, I thought as much,” the woman purrs, extracting her wet middled finger from between Adelfi’s thighs, and sniffing at it before turning and wiping it off on my left breast. “Exactly what my sources reported to me. Now listen carefully you two!! You are here to please the Sultan, not each other, or the other women in the harem either. Remember that … remember that you are here to serve him, and him alone!”

She saunters over to the clothing racks along one wall, and chortles softly to herself, “now what to dress you in? Mehmet likes bare flesh, especially on the new girls, so we don’t want to cover you up too much. Something revealing, silky and transparent perhaps, that leaves your breasts bared of course and elsewhere stimulates his curiosity and passion to look beyond.”

She lifts up a long bolt of fabric… a lovely length of silk, the deepest red I have ever seen and holds it against my skin. Draping it over my shoulder she selects a string of beads and fastens them loosely just above my hips. Threading the silk underneath them she spreads and evens it out to form the illusion of a skirt and with another length does the same in the back. She fusses with the way the garment hangs, parting and arranging it to bare and accentuate my breasts. She stands back and admires her work smiling with satisfaction.

She does the same for Adelfi, only in a shimmering nearly-sheer white, and produces two large golden discs to hang between our breasts from fancily-filigreed gilded neck chains. I slip into a pair of dainty red leather sandals, Adelfi into white.

“Now! Let me see you walk like obedient servants,”she says as she motions us forward with a flick of her wrist. Adlelfi steps out first, circling the woman with carefully measured steps. “Straighen up,” commands our trainer, “try to put more glide into your steps too.” I follow, focusing my attention on the sway of Adelfi’s hips and the quivering of her ass cheeks beneath the sheer folds of her white silky gown. I do my best to mimic her walk and bearing.

“Good!” the woman says, “now practice reclining alluring on the pillows; lie on your sides, support your head with one hand and coyly raise one knee to expose yourselves to him a little. He likes to feel as though he is being seduced.” Adelfi grins at me and complies, perhaps a little too theatrically. I get down on another of the pillows and do the same, making some faces that cause Adelfi to giggle, but draw a disapproving frown from the tall woman.

“That will not do!” she shouts at me, shaking her head. “This is serious business. Do that in front of the Sultan and you might end up making a very quick acquaintance with a whipping post and the strong whip arm of one of the eunuchs.”

For the next hour or so we continue our training, receiving instruction on the fine points of proper harem behavior … how to present, how to look down shyly rather than looking him straight in the eyes, how to murmur our assent to his demands. Then we move on to learning about his prodigious sexual appetite, about how he often makes love to more than one girl at a time, about how best to satisfy him in the various positions that he might demand of us.

Throughout it all we snicker and shoot each other glances, thinking that between the two of us we could probably succeed in thwarting him just as we did the captain and his first officer in the cabin of the Genoan galley. I quietly resolve that there is no way I am going to suck this guy, sultan or not. So he better not have that on his mind.

But suddenly, I realize that something in the room has changed. I look up. Standing behind Adelfi, hands on hips and looking very cross is the redhead, dressed rather scarily in skin tight black leather leggings and a dark silk tunic open at the chest. Behind her stand two enormous bare-chested eunuchs, with muscular arms like tree trunks.

“Get out!” she screams at the tall woman. “Be gone with you! I am taking over here now.”

The tall woman, casts her head down, bows deeply, and withdraws with her own eunuchs trailing behind. Turning to her over-developed henchmen, the redhead orders them to secure us to the whipping posts.“Discipline before training,” she pronounces in a serious tone to no one in particular.

We are both pulled to our feet and half-carried across to the anteroom that houses the discipline equipment. Adlefil kicks at her eunuch, who promptly lifts her off the ground as though she weighed nothing, and carries to a whipping post, her feet flailing harmlessly. I am marched over to and slammed up against one of the stone whipping posts, my arms quickly cuffed on the far side so that I am literally hugging the short post. Adelfi is similarly cuffed to the other post just to my left.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as the redhead selects a long braided whip from the rack on the wall, then strips off her black satin tunic and approaches us wearing only her tight leather breeches. Her large breasts sway pensively as she takes her position behind us, and playfully snaps the end of her whip a couple of times on the stone floor. One of the eunuchs pulls my red top down off my shoulders to bare my back.

I brace myself, knowing what is coming. I know now from the day before what the bite of a whip is like. But nothing happens. I wait, still nothing. Slowly and cautiously I turn my head to look back. Much to my surprise and delight, the redhead has turned away, lowered her whip. She glares fiercely at the captain of the guards who has entered the room unseen until now.

“Enough!”he commands, fixing the redhead with a look of obvious disdain. Mehmet wants these two women now, and he wants them unscathed. Lucky for you that I arrived when I did. Had you harmed them, you would have surely taken their place at one of those posts. Now, set them free immediately.”

We are released and ordered to follow the captain of the guard. I pull my red top back up over my shoulders and toss back my hair. Then Adelfi and I trail behind the captain as he stomps out of the room. I can’t resist sticking my tongue out at the redhead as I pass by. Adelfi uses a hand gesture to deliver a similar message.

TO BE CONTINUED
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Hells Bells!:eek:

You cannot guess what will happen next in this story! Nude? Give them a sexy dress, then pull it off again, stand by to be whipped, no off to see Uncle Mehmet! :eek:

It's playing havoc with my manicure! :eek:

And I can't wait for the next part!! :)

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Great chapter! I love the intrigue and sense of not knowing quite what is going on.
One thing for sure though, Mehmet really needs to nail down the chain of command and pecking order in his house. The redhead tries to kill them, then the guards take them away, then the Captain says they're in trouble, but gets dismissed by the tall woman, who similarly gets dismissed again by the redhead, only to have the Captain come back and "rescue" them. :confused::D I think with this sort of thing going on, our protagonists had better stay on their toes. Best to make friends with the Captain and Mehmet I suspect, although, if one is not prepared to provide certain pleasures, that might be difficult as well. ;):p:devil:
 
Love it. Of course the famous Seraglio has yet to be built but there was a reason it became a hot bed (with emphasis on the bed) of intrigue and deception and be very careful of murder :eek:

I suspect our girls are in for a very wild ride and Wragg's nails might well suffer the worst.

Brava :clapping:
 
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