Constantinople

[Madiosi]

 

[jacksjg89]

11​

Morning, 31 May 1453.

We lie naked on the floor of our cell, wrapped blissfully in each other's arms. Adelfi’s head rests on my shoulder, golden strands of her hair spread across my breasts. She sleeps peacefully, breathing shallowly ... A slight smile crosses her face and a contented little murmur escapes her lips.

I shift my cramping legs and turn my hips toward her, propping my head up with one hand. I blow a wisp of hair from my face and study her.

Who is she? Why do I know nothing more about her than her name and her amazing ability to arouse my passions to heights that I never dreamed possible?

She is too fair skinned to be Greek. She must be from some northern land. Perhaps she was brought here as a slave? Or is she someone important? It's such a mystery to me. Why does she avoid telling me more?

As I gaze at her my desire mounts. I want her again. Tentatively, I extend my finger to trace the gentle curve of her hip, following it to her narrow waist, and then gently I circle the crinkly puckered flesh of an areola and brush the pointed tip of her nipple with the back of my hand.

She stirs. Her eyes flutter open and she takes me in. A look of seriousness crosses her face. Then she grasps my wrist, giggles playfully, and pulls me close. I throw my leg over and slide on top of her, pressing down, barely able to contain myself.

But the moment is shattered by the loud crashing sound of the bar on the outside of our cell door being lifted and cast aside. A Janissary bursts into our cell and lets out an angry roar at the sight of our coupling. He separates us with a few well-placed kicks.

He kneels over me as I lay on my back and wipes away with his finger some of the wet juices smeared on my inner thigh. He sniffs at it and wrinkles his pock-marked bulbous nose. With disgust written all over his face he slaps me hard across the mouth, drawing blood.

He stands and draws the wide leather belt from his waist, and wraps one end around his fist. Desperately, I get up on my hands and knees and try to crawl away, but he brings the leather belt down on my ass with a resounding smack that sends me sprawling. Adelfi lands alongside me, dragged there by the chain that links the iron collars around our necks.

He raises the belt again. As I try to squirm on my tummy out of harm’s way, I hear a swoosh and a muffled gurgling sound. The Janissary’s severed head bounces past me and rolls up against the wall.

Petrified with fear and revulsion, I stare at the Janissary’s head, with its startled eyes wide open in death. I retch. Slowly I turn around. Behind me stands Mehmet, blood-stained scimitar in his right hand.

Our eyes meet and lock. He holds me in his gaze for a while, then turns to look at Adelfi, barks orders to his personal bodyguards who have now entered the cell. I only understand one word of it … “harem”.

TO BE CONTINUED

Love!

 

[Madiosi]

Hi everyone, a new episode is here...this time with a special manip contributed by Tree!

8​

Very late in the day, 30 May 1453

I cringe at the whizzing sound of three long leather whips snaking toward us through the oppressively hot late afternoon air. Pressed naked and sweaty against my whipping post, I brace for the sting of the first of 40 lashes ordered by the Janissary commander.

But rather than slicing across my tense bare back, the fall end of the whip wraps itself harmlessly instead around the post just above my tethered hands, shaking the entire timber with the force of its impact. I look about, astonished and bewildered. Adelfí̱ appears to be as surprised as I am. Kutbeddin is too busy whimpering and cowering to have noticed.

I twist my head about to look over my shoulder. The Janissary commander has raised his hand to abort the first lash, and is now advancing toward us. He walks straight up to Kutbeddin and gives the cowering wretch a swift kick in the groin. Then he turns to Adelfí̱, grasps her by the shoulder and roughly spins her around to face away from the post. He does the same to me. Oh my god, I think, he has ordered that we take the 40 lashes with our backs to the post!!

View attachment 256370 Now we must brace for it all over again. Adelfí̱ looks so vulnerable standing there, pale breasts raised high by her upstretched arms, rising and falling with her quickened breathing. Her bright blue eyes are wide with fear. I see her gulp, then shift her feet a little, shudder and turn her head toward one side as though looking away will somehow make things better.

I bend my head forward from between my upstretched arms and look down on my own nakedness, at the swell of my raised breasts, ripe and invitingly tipped by tumescent and erect pink nipples set in circles of crinkled areolas … sure to be a favored target for what is about to come … and on to my taut tummy sloping down to the slight bulge of my mound in the vee between my upper thighs. I suck in my breath, back my tight little ass up snug against my post, experimentally shift my shoulders from right to left, and look warily at the three Janissaries with the whips.

The size of their muscular arms is terrifying. These guys could kill us! Slowly they draw the long braided ends of their whips along the ground, trailing them back, swinging them back around behind them and then artfully circling them in a wide arc, not once but twice, in the air over their heads.

The first lash comes with lightning speed, snaking through the air and catching me at a slight angle across my breasts. The biting popper tip leaves a red stripe across my tender flesh, grasping at and slicing into my right nipple. I cry out, my head flies back and slams against the post and I jerk one knee high in the air. My head recoils forward and, as I focus on the swelling red line that marks the tip’s trail across my breasts, I see a smeared trail of blood from my damaged nipple.

I turn to my left to see what happened to poor Adelfí̱. She took the first lash a bit lower than I did. The tell-tale red stripe tells me that it cut right across the soft undersides of her raised breasts and wrapped around to tear at her ribs. A trickle of blood has begun to run down her side from the point where the tip dug in. Her head is pressed back against the post and her mouth is open, eyes screwed shut. She moans and stamps her feet in pain.

To my right, Kutbeddin has had the roll of fat above his hips nicely creased by the lash. He is blubbering and wailing like a wounded whale, proclaiming his innocence and calling upon the Janissaries to let him go.

The zipping-zingy noise of whipcords circling overhead returns my attention to the front. I stiffen in anticipation of lash number two, try to turn my body slightly away, and wonder how we will ever survive forty lashes. My Janissary delivers his with uncanny precision, the tip slashing across my hips and tummy, and wrapping around to dig into my right ass cheek. The stinging pain is excruciating. I writhe about and my scream echoes off the stone ramparts of the nearby land walls.

Adelfí̱ howls even louder as the lash cuts across high on her breasts and wraps around to tear at her shoulder blade. Her head sways from side to side between her upraised arms as she pulls both knees up and hangs momentarily with her feet off the ground before slumping down and backing into her post. Kutbeddin’s pathetic pleading takes on new urgency.

Moments later the third lash is on its way, whistling through the air to slash in a long downward stroke from my left breast to my right thigh. I turn my head just in time to see Adelfí̱’s lash cut straight across her thighs just below her mound. To my right, Kutbeddin loses control of his bowels with a loud flatulent sound.

I hang from my wrists now, no longer supporting myself on my feet, legs slightly parted. Taking quick advantage of the opening, my fourth lash comes as a savage uppercut that rips between my legs and over my mound like a thunderbolt. I have never felt such searing, throbbing pain and have never screamed so loud in all my life. Trickles of warm blood flow down my inner thighs.

Adelfí̱ has managed to turn herself halfway to one side and takes her fourth lash across the small of her back, around and over her hip and digging sharply into her tummy just below her deeply indented navel. As the leather whipcord is pulled away, her body swings around back toward me. Her blonde hair falls loose, covering her face and her open mouth. She hangs limp, head drooping. She appears to have fainted.

I barely have the strength to look up now. I let my head hang, chin on my chest, and wait for the next one, but nothing happens. I keep waiting, sweating profusely, but still nothing. Silence. Finally I raise my head. The Janissaries are standing at attention, heads bowed, their long whips stretched on the ground in front of them.

View attachment 256371 Just a few feet away, a turbaned, fierce-faced man with a pointed beard, wearing long richly colored and decorated robes sits on a nervously snorting black horse. A gold medallion hangs from a chain around his neck, glinting in the sun. Behind him a mounted body guard keeps an alert eye on the crowd. The Janissary commander, who ordered our whipping, steps forward, bows deeply and addresses the horseman as Mehmet, the Ottoman sultan and leader.

I look at him closely; amazed to be in his presence. His deep dark eyes rove back and forth over the scene and then fix on me. For a moment we stare into each other’s eyes. His are almost hypnotic, powerful, commanding. I cannot break my gaze away. Moments pass. Finally, he turns his horse to one side, stands tall in his stirrups and shouts orders.

Some of the Janissaries rush forward at his command to release poor Kutbeddin, who is quickly on his feet, backing away, bowing and jabbering. Then he turns and skedaddles through the nearby land wall gate as fast has his short heavy legs can carry him, rolls of blubbery fat bouncing, his torn tunics and coats held close to his chest, a dirty stain on the back of his trousers. Once through the gate he vanishes from sight.

Other Janissaries spring forward, on the double, to take hand of me and Adelfí̱ -- releasing us from our whipping posts and preventing us, in our weakened state, from simply falling to the ground. She seems to have come around and, although still very much in a daze, is looking at me quizzically. I rub at my chafed wrists, and try ineffectively to wipe some of the blood from my thighs with my hand.

Mehmet gives more orders before turning his mount away and riding off. Our wrists are quickly re-tied behind our backs, and we are hoisted bodily up to lie draped on our bellies over the saddles of two of the horses belonging to Mehmet’s guard. The reins are handed to others, and our horses fall in behind Mehmet and his guard, the two dismounted men running alongside and holding our naked bodies in place, draped over the horses, as the procession heads slowly back into the heart of the city.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

[Madiosi]

for Chapter 1

 

[Barbaria1]

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for Chapter 1

Thanks Madi ... as always, just the right thing.

 

[Barbaria1]

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.

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.”

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.

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!"

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)

 

[RacingRodent]

Ah....I think the Valide Sultan seems to have decided she wants no interlopers in her own private little empire and has given instructions accordingly...this may be bad news for our heroines

 

[thehangingtree]

Well done, ladies...

Tree

 

[Jollyrei]

Ah, so much treachery, even at the pool. Peril is never far away.

 

[messaline]

"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!"

A little question : how can they have a dagger ? They arrived completely nude to the harem ...

But it's not primordial ....

After Amica, we (the readers) are pampered this evening !

 

[admihoek]

Somehow, it was funny!

it is funny

 

[messaline]

this may be bad news for our heroines

We have a pessimistic squirrel ...

 

[admihoek]

We have a pessimistic squirrel ...

well well​

 

[Wragg]

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)

Betrayed by a redhead?

I thought she had your back!

Nothing can be taken for granted in Constantinople!

 

[LittleSiss]

We have a pessimistic squirrel ...

But I think his little hands are so cute!

 

[Jollyrei]

A little question : how can they have a dagger ? They arrived completely nude to the harem ...

I think the redhead had the dagger before our two protagonists arrived. It was probably hidden under a cushion. We were all too busy enjoying everyone being distracted to really notice where the dagger came from. In fact, we were so distracted by the idea behind the word "tumescent" (well done, Barb, for getting that one in - I know you wanted to. ) that it's not likely possible to know exactly where the dagger came from.

Don't let your guard down, girls. Not for a second.

 

[Barbaria1]

I think the redhead had the dagger before our two protagonists arrived. It was probably hidden under a cushion. We were all too busy enjoying everyone being distracted to really notice where the dagger came from. In fact, we were so distracted by the idea behind the word "tumescent" (well done, Barb, for getting that one in - I know you wanted to. ) that it's not likely possible to know exactly where the dagger came from.

Don't let your guard down, girls. Not for a second.

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

 

[thehangingtree]

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

A little question : how can they have a dagger ? They arrived completely nude to the harem ...

But it's not primordial ....

After Amica, we (the readers) are pampered this evening !

One must assume that she used her ample charms to acquire the dagger...

Tree

 

[Jollyrei]

Never trust a redhead on a Barbaria thread

Well, bang goes your chance of being rescued now by the Elf Girl Warrior.

 

[Barbaria1]

Well, bang goes your chance of being rescued now by the Elf Girl Warrior.

Oh, but she is an exception to the rule...she is an elfgirl, remember?