She drew in a deep breath. "Luke," she said.
Suddenly the blindfold over her eyes was taken away, and she saw the gorgeous twins standing over her like two pagan gods who had come down to earth to make love to a mortal woman. Their muscled bodies were covered with sweat and glistened in the candlelight.
"You guessed right this time, my dear," Luke said. "It was me who had his cock in you. I don't know if my brother here can stand it much longer not to feel your sweet hot pussy around him, but he also knows that he needs my permission first." They both grinned.
Ryan's usually so gentle eyes changed to a naughty expression. "But, my love, did you really think we would let you go so fast? Oh no. First you have to tell us," he took a longish item out of the drawer and held it up so she could see it, "what this might be?"
Jane gasped. She had heard them talking about the ivory dildo when she was blindfolded, but she had no idea that such a thing was in her nightstand. Who had placed it there, the house? The twins? Or one of the servants?
It was exactly shaped like a man's cock, made of old ivory, encrusted with diamonds and gemstones that were polished to a smooth surface so they would not hurt while they produced slightly from the ivory like tiny knobs. She knew she would feel every one of them if they used this dildo on her. It was a masterpiece, looking like a real man's rod, perfectly crafted in wonderful detail, from the thick, bulging head down to the hard shaft with veins so natural she thought she could almost see the blood pulsating in them. And it was large, very large. She had never seen a man with such a huge member, not even the twins.
"Ashamed, Jane?" Luke said with a dark smile. "You must not be. We were just teasing you. I know very well that you’ve never seen this before. It is a little surprise of the house, I found a message in my room telling me where to find this and what we should do with it. Shall I tell you?"
Jane's heart beat like a drum, but she nodded. "This isn't an ordinary dildo, Jane," Luke began, turning the item in his hand like a dagger, playing with it. "It is an exact replica of the master whom you will serve as a love slave in your next fantasy the house has chosen for you. It informed me in a letter, asking me to prepare you for the task.
You will enter the harem of the mighty Sultan very soon, serving him until we decide to take you back to this world. Your sole existence will be to please him with your body in any way imaginable, to sacrifice yourself on the altar of love with your heart and soul. You will allow him to use you in every way he desires, any resistance would mean your certain death.
You will obey, Jane, and we will be able to watch everything with the help of this magic mirror," he indicated to the high mirror standing on the other side of the room. If you fail your mission or show any disobedience, we are not allowed to speak the secret words that will pull you back. But be warned, the Sultan is said to have very special ... preferences, so this might not be easy for you. Do you accept our terms?"
Jane shivered, but the expectation of pleasures to come aroused her again. "Yes," she breathed.
"Very well. Then we should now start to prepare you with this dildo so you can take the Sultan fully when he spends the night with you. This balm," he took out a golden jar and opened it, "will make you feel like you are burning at first, but it will stretch you so you can take the Sultan's cock and also will make you more sensitive so your pleasure will be increased a hundred times. It will be worth the slight discomfort, believe me." He smiled.
"All right," Ryan said. "Let's turn her around so she gets used to the Sultan's favorite position which happens to be mine, too." He turned her and lay her down on her belly, pushing several cushions under her so her butt was lifted high up with her legs spread open wide.
"Perfect," Luke said. "I am most curious to see if she can take it. We wouldn't want to disappoint the Sultan, after all, would we? Don't worry, Jane. We'll be very gentle."
When Jane was ready, face down with her head resting on her arms and her thighs wide apart, the twins rested for a moment and adored her deliciously curved backside. Her womanly flesh was completely exposed to their eyes.
"What a sight," Luke said, very pleased with himself. "Look, she's already getting wet again just from the anticipation."
"This time, I want to take her too, Luke," Ryan answered. "I need her, right now. I can't wait any longer."
"All right, if you want to pay the price." Luke grinned. "You know, we'll have to get that balm really deep into her before we use the dildo on her. It might burn just a little, brother, but only for the first moment. Then you'll enjoy it, as she will."
Wordlessly, Ryan took the balm from the table, opened the lid and took out a generous amount, applying it onto Jane's womanhood that was already swollen with desire. At first it felt cool on her sensitive private parts, but then it started to burn like she was on fire. But her muffled screams soon turned to lustful sobs when the feeling changed to incredible sensations, making her a thousand times more sensitive, her aroused flesh trembling with pleasure. All her body's blood seemed to stream there at once, she felt it pulsating through her womanly core. Her little rosebud swelled with desire, ready to make her come at the merest touch.
She was so overwhelmed by her own feelings that she barely heard Ryan's sharp intake of breath behind her when he smeared the balm all over his hardened cock, so thickly it dropped down to the floor. He inserted another portion of it into her pounding channel with his fingers, leaving it there to be pushed deeper by his member. She wriggled and screamed under him, begging him to take her. "Fuck me, Ryan, do it now," she whimpered.
Then, finally, he placed himself at her lovely entrance, pausing there for a moment, savoring the anticipation. Then he pushed, taking her with a mighty thrust. They both groaned, then cried out, the mixed feelings of pain and pleasure almost more than a human being could take.
When Ryan began to move, the balm was spread out everywhere inside her, burning and tingling most pleasurably like molten lava while his cock plunged deep into her, working her like a steam engine. He grabbed her waist and hammered into her like the reckless animal he was, a primal creature, driven by incredible desire. He hit her insides with every hard thrust, heightening her feelings until she came again and again, screaming with lust. They were so loud that the whole house had to hear them, but they didn't care. At last Ryan shivered and flooded her with his love juices, throwing back his head and crying out her name.
When he pulled out at last, he turned to Luke, totally spent and satisfied. "Now you can have her, Luke," he said, falling down into a chair. "She is well-prepared and ready, I'd say."
Smiling, Luke dipped the dildo into the rest of the balm before he put the thick head to her swollen lips, rubbing it over them until they parted for him. She moaned, helplessly tugging at her silken chains because she wanted to rip this ivory cock out of his hands, thrusting it into her aching body herself. She had enjoyed the fuck with Ryan tremendously, but the balm ... it had changed how she felt inside, so she wanted, needed more, something even bigger and harder. She wanted to be stretched by this magnificent dildo. Oh, she didn't even dare to imagine how the real thing felt and looked on the Sultan. She never had heard of a man of this size.
When Luke pushed the dildo forward, she thought she couldn't take it at first, the pain of penetration mingling with pleasure. "No, no," she moaned, "stop it, Luke. It's too big for me." But he just increased the pressure while he moved it in small circles, pushing and pushing until she felt her tight flesh give way to the huge thing, letting it in. But it didn't slip in like a normal cock would; it was also so thick that he had to insert it inch by inch, stretching her until she felt like dying of lust, being a helpless sheath to this enormous phallus.
She did not know if it took seconds, minutes or hours while he thrust the giant cock into her depths, stroking her back gently when she whimpered, but pushing it deeper mercilessly. When he had it all inside he let it rest there for a while, but holding it tightly in her body so it wouldn't slip out. "Good girl," his deep voice
comforted her, "there. You took it all, the whole length of it. I knew you could do this."
She already believed that this was it; that he would just pull it out and leave the rest to the Sultan. But no, she knew he wouldn't stop now. She screamed out when he began to retract the dildo slowly, slowly. It was well-lubricated by the balm, but she felt every inch of it, the polished gemstones rubbing her insides in a most pleasurably way while she widened more and more.
When Luke was all the way out, he let her take a deep breath before he thrust the dildo into her again, but this time faster and harder, pulling back, pushing again. The walls of her vagina gave way, and she relaxed while she allowed the giant cock to fuck her. It was hard and cold first, but it soon took her temperature until she could have sworn it pulsated inside her like a real man. Luke fucked her with the dildo, harder and deeper with every stroke. It took just a few times more and she came like she had never come before; her screams echoing from the old walls of the house.
Sean, who had been waiting for his Mistress in the corridor, threw open the door and stormed inside to save her, freezing before the bed when he saw that it was pleasure that had made her scream. He moaned when he saw her lying wide open, her shivering flesh ravished by a huge ivory dildo, some exotic-smelling ointment running down between her legs with every hard thrust while her whole body shook with the force of the climax. Finally, she lay still, tears of joy streaming down her face. Luke let the dildo slide in and out a few more times, gently, then he pulled it out and placed it onto the bed beside her. He lay down at her side and took her into his arms, placing kisses on her flushed skin and whispering endearments.
"Beloved Mistress," Sean breathed, his eyes filling with tears of love and sorrow. "What have they done to you?"
"I feel better than ever before, Sean," Jane answered, her voice muffled by the silken cushion. "I really need some rest now. Afterwards, I think I'll be ready to meet the Sultan."
*****
Chapter Eight
For a long time, the house had given Jane all the pleasure she craved, and men who served her in order to fulfill all her wishes. Now, it was her desire to serve. The whole essence of her existence was now to love, honor and pleasure the Sultan, a man she did not even know. But she couldn’t deny that she was excited about meeting him. She wondered what kind of man he would be and hoped that he'd treat her gently.
With a sigh, she closed her eyes and stepped through the high, golden-framed mirror the house had provided her as the entrance to the Sultan's realm. Before she reopened them, she realized that the scents around her had changed, the aromas that tickled her nose were … sweet, flowery, musky and sensual. She thought she smelled exotic flowers and sandalwood; she couldn't be certain of the blends but they made her nerves tingle and her senses awaken.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in the most luxurious place she had ever seen: a vast chamber with gold-plated walls and high, arched windows that held no glass but were covered with skillfully-crafted metal grates revealing trees, flowers and foliage.
The grating was not prison-like; you could see through it to the rounded towers and buildings of an old oriental town that nestled in the golden, already fading sunlight. A very petite woman who wanted to escape might manage to press herself between the metal bars, but a man could never fit through, even if he managed to climb the high, guarded walls of the Sultan’s palace. She heard the faint song of the muezzin in the distance, calling the faithful to prayer; and the chirping and piping of exotic birds.
She was at one end of the long chamber. A high mirror – the one she had stepped right through – hung behind her on the wall. The floor was made of white marble and was covered everywhere with luxurious Turkish rugs and large cushions made of the softest silken fabrics. Several ottomans were lined up along the walls for the purpose of relaxing in the cool air coming in through the windows when evening came. Large water-pipes stood beside them.
On the other side, a large bathing pool was set into the floor; it seemed to be filled with fresh water. Its surface was completely covered with floating fresh rose and orchid petals. Around its sides were teak tables bearing an assortment of soaps, cheek and lip colors, balms, lotions and thick soft towels. Silver brushes, combs and hand mirrors were set beside them. Several doorways in the walls led to smaller chambers, doubtless dressing rooms and private bathroom.
But the most remarkable piece of furniture was a huge wooden bed that dominated the room. It was so large that six or eight people could have slept in it comfortably. It was covered with a rich dark red brocade, silken sheets and soft cushions. A thin white curtain hung down from a golden canopy and shielded the sleeper from insects, but it gave no privacy for it was almost transparent. Jane found herself staring at the bed, realizing that it was made for a single purpose – making love. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine, and her heartbeat quickened.
“Welcome, My Lady.”
She winced when she heard a male voice behind her, for the stranger had entered so quietly that she had not heard him. When she whirled around, she stood before the most perfect man she had ever seen. His skin looked deeply tanned and flawless, and his upper body was naked, showing off his bulging muscles. He wore only a turban and wide silken trousers; a dagger peeped out from under his wide belt. She had to admit that he was attractive, with the noble features and regal posture of a prince, although he bowed deeply before her.
“I am Aamir, the chief eunuch,” he said. “I have been expecting you, Lady Jane. You came to this harem willingly, but from now on you must understand that you have to fulfill the Sultan’s every wish and command if you want to live. As his new love slave, you might rise to possess unimaginable powers if you serve him well. You will manage to entice him with your beauty and quick mind, for you are a lady of humor and wisdom, I read it in your eyes.
"Soon, you could be the most powerful woman of the harem, if you listen to my advice and play your cards well. But beware and do not trust anybody but me. There will be others who will be jealous of you and may try to take your life. Know, My Lady, that I will protect you with my own life if necessary. Now come, let’s hurry. Night falls early here, and we will have to prepare you for your first night with the Sultan.”
*****
Night fell quickly in the Sultan's realm. One minute the sunlight had warmed the room, bathing it in a golden glow, the next it seemed to grow darker rapidly while the muezzin sang the evening prayer, his beautiful voice creating a magical atmosphere. When he finished, the city seemed to fall into a deep slumber, all the noise and shouting from the streets and the bazaar gone. Only the night birds sang their sweet, seductive songs from a branch near the open windows.
Jane followed Aamir the chief eunuch to the huge bathing pool on the other side of the chamber, secretly admiring his broad back and sculptured muscles while he lit the candles. He had discarded his turban and revealed long, dark hair that reached over his shoulders; she had the inexplicable wish to entwine her fingers in the glossy waves. Jane couldn't believe that he was not a real man anymore. His deep voice and the unveiled desire in his eyes clearly spoke against it, although this only occurred when he thought she was not looking at him.
The slave led her to the marble steps leading into the water and told her to undress. Jane looked around, but there was nothing with which to shield her body from Aamir's eyes. She shrugged, quickly removed her clothing and stood naked before him. Her body was fully exposed to his sight and although he stood behind her, she felt his eyes examining her body, doubtless deciding if she was beautiful enough to please the Sultan.
"I will bathe you now," she heard his deep voice before he took her hand and led her deeper into the warm water. The flowers on its surface made her dizzy with their exotic perfume. Then, his large hands were all over her body, washing her with a soap that was scented like orchids and something earthy, ambra perhaps. It made her skin tingle and left it soft like velvet. He washed her hair, neck and back, moving his
hands in circles until he reached her breasts. Jane gasped, but he continued mercilessly, gently kneading her and rubbing her sensitive peaks with his palms until they stood upright. Aamir laughed, a pleased look on his proud, handsome face. It was the face of a noble prince, not a slave, she thought.
"Oh yes, you will be well-prepared for the Sultan once I am finished with you," he said. "The Sultan likes his concubines ready and willing once he visits them in the harem. He is not a very patient man, I have to admit. When he joins your bed and takes you, he'll expect you to be aroused and wet for him. If you are not to his liking, he'll punish me severely. So relax, My Lady. I know that although I'm not a whole man, women usually like my touch for I'm not unpleasant to their eyes - at least this is what I have been told. If you let me do my work it will be better for both of us, I promise. Just let it happen."
Jane still thought about a possible answer but cried out with surprise when he sat her down on a low marble column that rose slightly out of the water, then parted her quivering thighs with his strong hands. She felt heat rising inside her while she watched this beautiful man staring at her most intimate places. He seemed to savor the sight. Her light skin must be as exotic to him as his olive complexion to her, but also seductive, awakening curiosity and the desire to touch, to taste. He started to wash her there, too, his fingers gently parting her swollen nether lips. "Your womanly orchid is a lovely sight to behold, My Lady," he said while lathering her womanhood with the foamy soap. "But my master likes his women smooth and soft, so we'll have to remove all your body hair so you will gain his favor."
Jane gulped, closing her eyes and surrendering to his skillful hands. His fingertips moved up and down between her opened folds, rubbing over her pulsating little nub, circling there shortly until probing deeper. She covered her mouth with one hand, biting into her soft palm when she felt his strong, sensitive fingers entering her, a single one first, then more, washing her slick channel that was made for love. Suddenly, her whole being was reduced to feeling pleasure. It was all she was, all she needed.
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