Micro-scenes: The Nameless Sheikh's Harem

A set of micro-scenes, these form an overarching narrative.

LEIA & THE SHEIKH

Leia:You stand in the archway, your gaze sweeping the harem until it falls on me. I stand when you crook a finger, striding to your side.

Sheikh:"My glorious little slut." I pull you against me, feeling your breasts squash against the hard muscle of my chest. "Ready to play?"

Leia:I nod eagerly, a delicate hand already toying with your cock through your breeches.

"Always for you Master."

Sheikh:I try to keep emotion off my face and eventually spin you round, pressing my hard length between the globes of your ass. A hand reaches to play with the lips of your cunt.

"Who does this belong to?"

Leia:"You Master!"

I squirm and let out a breathy moan as you manipulate my flesh.

Sheikh:"Then why has it been spread for everyone else!?"

I roughly slap your cunt, my cunt, and with my free hand take hold of your throat.

Leia:My eyes widen with fear and my writhing ceases to be seductive. My hands rise to try and move the one choking me but your grip is iron.

Sheikh:With a bit of footwork I send you to your knees, following smoothly, and after you bark out what breath you can I curl my fingers further, squeezing your windpipe even more.

Leia:I let my hands fall away from yours and instead they return to stroking your cock, hoping to remind you of the pleasure I can bring.

Sheikh:"Good girl." I unbutton my breeches and let you touch the flesh of my cock, bucking as you run a slender finger over a sensitive spot. "Everything you have, even your life, is for my pleasure. My pleasure alone."

Leia:The pressure on my throat is too much and my hands go limp. You turn my head, look into my dulling eyes, and close your grasp as much as possible…

Sheikh:You expire, bruising imprinted upon your neck, and flop forward when I remove my hand. The sight of you in death is still as alluring as you were in life and I tear away the flimsy bolt of cloth that gave you any modesty, thrusting my cock into your cunt with a hard groan.

ANYA, BRIANA, THE SHEIKH & KEIRA

Anya:I am summoned to your bed but when I arrive you are already with another girl, a slut named Briana.

Briana:I pause in pleasuring you when Anya glides in, tensing at her intrusion.

Sheikh:I look between both slaves, feeling the sudden tension, and focus on Anya.

"You were summoned so come and attend me."

Anya:I strut into the bedchamber with a triumphant grin on my face, laying myself on your right and leaning in to kiss the tip of your cock.

Briana:I pout as you tip your head back against the pillows and reach around Anya to fondle your balls, determined not to be upstaged.

Sheikh:I chuckle at the antics of the two slaves, stroking Anya's long dark mane.

"Ladies, this rivalry must end. Only one of you will leave here alive."

Anya:I relax into your touch, becoming a boneless mass, but fear races through me when you speak. Something awoke in you when you ended Leia, stupid treacherous slut, and the harem's been on edge since.

Briana:Ice fills my limbs and my fingers slow. I peek up at your face, checking your mood, and then at Anya.

Sheikh:I call in a guard while forcing Anya to inhale my cock to the hilt, commanding the guard to leave his swords behind.

"Your weapons."

Anya:I cough as I'm allowed to expel your cock and curl, tensing myself so that I can quickly grab for a sword.

Briana:"Master, why go through this charade? Just let me kill her."

I shift my hand so I am pumping your cock, gazing up at you from under my auburn fringe.

Sheikh:I push Briana away with a smile at how eager she seems.

"No child. It will be up to fate. Your sister in bondage looks ready to start."

Briana:I lunge for a sword, Anya a second behind me, and twist, swinging the curved blade with a cry.

Anya:I dive under the swing and roll as I snatch the remaining sword, spinning to glare at Briana.
Sheikh:I shift on the bed, settling into a better position so I can watch my slaves fight. Perhaps the only thing that'd improve this is a slave attending to my pleasure and I call for the guard to get someone.

Anya:A wild swipe knocks Briana's blade aside and I step forward, standing so that I can easily block or dodge her strikes.

Briana:I pause when Anya moves into a guarded stance. I didn't think the bitch knew duelling. Carefully I step to my right, trying to get Anya between me and your bed.

Keira:I enter the bedchamber, cringing away from Anya and Briana, before climbing onto the bed. You eagerly reach for my pigtails, using them as handles to control my movements.

Sheikh:I am content as I sheath my cock inside Keira's velvety throat, looking over her to watch Anya and Briana.

"Enough posturing girls. Fight."

Anya:I break from my defensive stance, bursting into motion, and manage to drive Briana back until she's against the wall. The tip of my sword is nestled in the hollow of her throat and I glance at you questioningly.

Sheikh:I ignore Keira as a hand flaps weakly against my thigh, instead looking at Anya.
"Finish her. You've won if you act now."

Briana:Anya's hesitation and your words revitalize me and I slide towards the floor, grabbing my sword from where it had fallen.

Anya:I stumble back as blood pours from a wound just below the ribs, where Briana has just cut me. I glance at you again, seeing Keira be given breathing space, and notice you watching me intently.

Sheikh:"Briana, will you hesitate?"

I follow Anya's staggering movement, knowing that even if Briana does nothing she'll win.

Briana:With a growl I advance on the tottering Anya and a heavy thrust splits her neck. She falls to her knees when I withdraw and I let go of my bloody sword as you start clapping.

Keira:Anya's death brings you to climax and I wrap my lips around the tip of your cock as you start cumming, the sound of your clapping like a signal to whichever afterlife Anya was heading to.

STEPHY & THE SHEIKH

Stephy:I'm roughly shoved to the front of the little stage, eyes wide with fear as I gaze upon the assembled crowd.

Sheikh:I meander through the slave markets, searching for a new member of my harem, when I spot you. The slaver looms over you, your nude paleness standing out against his ebony mass, and I stand at the edge of the crowd as bidding is started.

Stephy:"Plucked fresh from a ship this morning. A virgin beauty."

My cheeks are aflame as the slaver, in a deep commanding tone, extolls my virtues. I've dipped my head but peek at the crowd and spot you.

Sheikh:"Ass as firm as any harem slut's, tits that'll never sag."

A lot of what I'm hearing is no doubt nonsense but your shame is appealing. I consider the coin pouch at my waist and step forward.

"I bid 10 dinar."

Stephy:My heart flutters as you speak, outrage or somehow lust?, and I carefully check the reactions of the crowd.

Sheikh:A few onlookers drift away and the slaver waits for any counter-offer. He is about to agree to my price when another bids and I turn to glare at my opponent for you.

Stephy:"20 dinar."

A look of frightening malevolence comes over your face when you identify the other bidder. The slaver throws an arm around me, meaty hand groping a breast.

"Do I hear thirty?"

Sheikh:"40."

I'd actually like to impale my opponent on my blade but I don't want to be thrown from the markets.

Stephy:Cautiously I glance at your opponent. He's as tall as you, limbs smooth but concealing muscle. He could almost be your twin and it makes deciding who I'd rather belong to, as if I have a say in the matter, difficult.

Sheikh:"50."

I grit my teeth as the number is spoken, feeling rage tense my posture. I glance at the stage, at you, and see you looking to my right, towards my opponent.

"100."

Stephy:The slaver's manipulations of my flesh overwhelm me as you make a bid and I moan in orgasm, nectar trickling down quivering thighs. The slaver moves away with an easy smile and I crumple as a boneless mass.

"She's begging to be owned great sheikh. Surely she's yours now?"

Sheikh:My opponent shakes his head, conceding, and the slaver guides you from the stage as I move toward its rear so I can take possession of you.

Stephy:I'm sure every inch of me is a vivid red after my performance on the stage. You're waiting and the slaver hands you the end of the slender chain attached to my collar.

"Enjoy the slut. She certainly enjoyed your attention."

I peer up from beneath a sweat-drenched fringe when the slaver walks off.

Sheikh:I quickly assess you, noting your apparent submissiveness, and decide to test you. My hands encircle your throat, exerting barely any pressure.

Stephy:My heart starts beating faster as your hands surround my neck, surely I haven't displeased you already? When my airway remains open I try to calm myself, willing the desire to live to be dormant.

Sheikh:I'm quietly impressed as you quell the infighting within yourself, accepting my ownership. I carefully tighten my hold, watching you intently for a reaction.

Stephy:I start panting, trying to ingest as much air as possible, but despite everything I'm aroused. I can feel the ache of my nipples, the emptiness deep within my innermost space. A small smile appears on my face as I tilt my head back, exposing more of my neck.

Sheikh:I could squeeze until I alone kept you upright, until your body wasn't possessed by consciousness. And perhaps one day that'll be your fate. I'd come to replenish my harem though and remove my hands from you, let you get your breath back. I'll see how trusting you still are when we return to my palace.

GRACE & THE SHEIKH

Grace:I am called to your bedchamber, a chill coming over me. Before leaving the harem I hide a thin dagger among the folds of my halter. I'm the queen of your harem, the longest-serving, and I won't go as meekly as Leia did.

Sheikh:I spend the time waiting for you being pleasured by Keira. I send her scurrying back to the harem by sharply slapping her ass, focusing on you.

Grace:Keira hurries past, disappearing into the corridor, and the door shuts with an ominous thud. I start gliding towards your bed, pausing when you hold up a hand.

Sheikh:"You are loyal, loving. You do however represent old ways no longer suitable." I stand, crossing to stand in front of you. There's something in your eye, a hint of defiance after so long? "The girls of father's harem taught you to honour your lord."

Grace:I arch my back, thrusting my tits at you, and you fall mercifully silent. My pose means my dagger is just within reach and I retrieve it as you place a hand on my left hip.

Sheikh:I'm wary when you produce a blade, stepping away from you.

"Think carefully Grace. You could be making a big mistake."

Grace:I shake my head, unbound black hair whipping round angrily. I stopped your speech because my death was its end. If you want my life then fight for it!

"No mistakes Master."

Sheikh:Quick as a flash I'm grabbing for the dagger, seeking to take it from you. I don't understand what you think will be happening.

Grace:I live up to my name and slide away from you, coming to a halt next to a statue given to you as a gift. I still hold my dagger and raise it high.

"My body is no longer your plaything."

Sheikh:I watch as you drive the dagger into your stomach, deft movement changing its angle so it slices through your guts. This wasn't how the meeting was supposed to go so I just observe your death throes.

Grace:The pain is intense but every laboured breath takes me further from your control. There's a faint smile on my face as I drop heavily, first onto my knees and then sideways.

Sheikh:I frown, saddened by your impulsiveness. That trait had been what had attracted me, kept you central to the running of the harem. I shrug as you take a final breath and return slowly to the bed, stretching out in a mirror of your pose. Maybe Jessica could take your place.