Slave Auction
Helena stood in the very front of the line; she was to be next. She nervously regarded the small stairwell before her while deeply dreading what was awaiting her on the outdoor auction block to which the stairs led. Several women had already ascended these stairs; though some had to be dragged forcefully onto the stage by the bulky eunuchs who paid no heed to their tears. Three other female slaves were behind her waiting in the line. Two eunuchs stood close by; their swords wide, gleaming and ready to be used on any man who dared lay a finger upon the harem girls without a proper tribute to their owner.
The women were stunningly attractive as their pink veils wrapped each of their figures beautifully. One veil was tied tightly across the breasts, leaving the belly exposed while accentuating and pushing up the ample cleavage of each girl. Two more veils d****d across their hips and could very easily be stripped away; fully displaying their naked beauty. Helena was even more stunning than any of the other women, hence one of the reasons she always seemed to draw the jealous wrath of Drusilla who stood immediately behind her.
Helena was just over five feet tall and had long black hair. She was dark skinned and possessed the loveliest brown eyes. The contours of her voluptuous yet toned body with her full hips and heavy breasts showed a perfection that made all the women envious and painfully reminded the eunuchs of what they could no longer have. Even though all of the women in the line were slaves, Drusilla was the high slave of them. She had been granted the authority to endlessly bark orders at them and lash their soft hides if they ever fell short of a task. When Helena had first been a*****ed into the Prince’s harem four years ago Drusilla had hated her almost on sight. She seemed to take sadistic pleasure in ordering Helena to do the most menial of tasks and ordering almost *****sant punishments upon her.
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Long ago when she was once a free woman, Helena had been very much in love with a soldier named Aaron. They had a very special bond with each other and had married. It seemed as if their whole reason for being was to love and support the other and he was everything to her. She would never forget the day when he was shipped off to fight in a distant war and how she felt when she had learned that he had fallen. It was if the best part of herself had died with him, as if all the beauty in her life had crumbled and been replaced by a desolate wasteland. She was only allowed a brief time to mourn before her village was invaded by the rival armies. It was only her stunning beauty that kept her from being condemned to toiling in a slave pit with her fellow villagers. She had reaped a huge profit to the army that had slaughtered her husband when they had sold her off to the Prince’s private harem.
For four years Helena had not known a man, as Drusilla, in her contempt, had always kept her hidden from the Prince’s sight; depriving her of the pleasure that every one of the other girls had experienced. The Prince was actually quite kind and gentle to his girls and very skilled in the art of lovemaking; having a keen understanding of the Kama Sutra as well as other worldly techniques. She had heard the other girls speaking of him; how he had made them almost faint with passion as he satisfied them endlessly. Yet Drusilla would always keep Helena away from the Prince’s sight whenever he was present in the palace and would occasionally come to call when he was feeling lonely; commanding a line up of his girls so he could choose one for the evening. Helena was secretly thankful for her dismissal from the Prince’s possible consideration as she felt her body was only for one man.
She would spend her days being abused by Drusilla and her nights dreaming of Aaron; her natural desires frustratingly stifled from a chastity belt that she was rarely without. She slept in a large richly decorated room with the other girls; their plush, cushioned beds arranged in a circle around a beautiful indoor fountain. The heat of unquenched passion had been tormenting her for some time. During lonely nights she would fantasize about the bulging arms of her husband encircling her body; his strong hands stroking her many curves while she kissed his handsome face. The intensity of the pleasure he had once given her would make her shudder in ecstasy from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. However this fantasizing never satisfied her; it would only awaken more passionate desires inside of her; some delicious in their playfulness, others overwhelming in their intensity.
She would roll about in her bed while wearing the chastity belt. Her hips, thighs and full breasts burned with the longing to be caressed. The thought of Aaron only seemed to fan her desires and make them burn even hotter. From time to time one of the girls who had been trusted by Drusilla would sneak-in the keys to their belts. During long nights certain girls would find comfort in one another; indulging in the pleasures of the flesh while the other girls watched or listened. Helena herself had declined the repeated invitations using her memory of her late husband to fight the temptations. She had wished her husband had never left her as she often dreamt of how they could now be building a life together and raising a family. Over the past years she had often wondered how things would have been if their love hadn’t been crushed by a war; Aaron tortured to death in an enemy prison camp, herself sold into slavery.
Inevitably the word had come that the Prince had finally taken a bride and at his bride’s insistence he had reluctantly decided to sell his girls. That morning the women had all been released from their chastity belts; their armpits and intimacies were shaved. They were then bathed, perfumed and given fresh veils that were tied about them making their cleavage obvious and the curves of their hips easily noticeable. All of the women were quite depressed as they knew whoever purchased them would more than likely not be as kind and handsome as their Prince; to Helena it made little difference. After they had been veiled, they were collared, chained and taken to the auction blocks in the middle of the local village. There were many auctions selling everything from grain, to horses to even the c***dren of other slaves. The women had been lined up behind one of the blocks when a short, thin, foul looking man began to speak to them in an effeminate voice.
“A female slave is worth great profit if she conducts herself appropriately.” He said. “You have all been instructed on what is required of you. However should you choose to be difficult may I present some final motivation.”
Helena didn’t feel this was necessary, she had already heard stories of enraged women cursing at the bidders from the auction block and some of the ghastly punishments given to them. However what she had already learned long ago was that her feelings were now meaningless. Two eunuchs came forward; placing two long wooden caskets in front of the women. Each one was sturdy and more than ample for someone to lie down inside of; manacles were anchored in its interior for just that purpose. One of the eunuchs carried forth a crate. He unfastened the lid and slowly poured the contents into the casket. The girls gasped as a plethora of tarantulas and beetles were poured inside. They filled every inch of the casket, wallowing and crawling among themselves. The short, ugly man picked up one of the tarantulas and held it very closely to some of the girls as they moved back in disgust. Another eunuch opened another crate and poured the contents into the second wooden casket. Some of the women screamed as hundreds of baby snakes began to ooze out; slithering and hissing at each other. The eunuch returned and dropped a wooden lid next to each casket along with a hammer and some nails. Since becoming a slave, Helena had never been ceased to be surprised by the utter cruelty that certain human beings were capable of.
“After you spend a duration in the company of our little friends here, if you still refuse to behave.” The thin man pulled a white sheet off a table that sat towards the side of the girls. Helena shuddered as she stared at the devices that were exposed to her. She wondered how men could create such horrible things. The freshly polished and shiny instruments stood upon the table menacingly, their only purpose, to mutilate and inflict agony. The eunuchs withdrew some of the instruments and brought them forth for all the women to view very closely. Helena cringed upon seeing the shiny metal of the spikes, razors, screws, and hooks. Many of the women were in tears as whatever courageous resolves some of them had previously made to themselves they now knew were futile. Even Drusilla was taken aback by the terrible devices and what they could do to the soft, pampered skin of a female slave.
“And if you still refuse to obey, in the end, there’s always the lion’s pit,” the man said calmly with his feminine voice. “Now,” he said, “I believe we understand one another. You will each present yourselves appropriately; you will smile and behave yourselves before our buyers. They will be allowed to put their hands upon you if they so choose and you will permit them complete access to your persons without the slightest protest. If they should ask you any questions or make any remarks that you consider obscene you are expected to answer with the utmost manners and politeness.” He turned to the eunuchs in a flirtatious manner, “Unchain them and remove their collars.”
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Helena obediently waited in the line as she would soon ascend the stage and be auctioned off to the highest bidder.
“Stand straight!” Drusilla snapped at her. “I’m sure you’ll fetch from the buyers as much as a horse or one of the Prince’s dogs,” she said arrogantly. Helena was unable to reply for if she showed any insubordination Drusilla had the authority to have her lashed and she had proven that authority to Helena repeatedly; the worst session occurring after a failed escape attempt a year before.
“How I’ll miss you Helena,” she whispered. “I’ll make sure the high slave of whatever master purchases you will know what a trouble maker you are and how you need to be routinely and fiercely disciplined.”
Helena stood silently; a feeling of helplessness engulfing her. It was as if her life always seemed to be in the cruel hands of someone else. For years Drusilla had lashed and switched her at whim, and treated her harshly and now despite the faith and hope that she had tried to keep in her heart, it seemed things would only become worse.
She knew the buyers would probably be sheiks and sultans. However she had heard that in addition one of the bravest and wealthiest mercenaries in the country was to attend as well. He was a mysterious man who frequently attended these types of sales. She continued to stand in line while she heard the lust crazed cheers as the girl currently on stage was being sold away into a life of misery.
“Next girl!” shouted a guard.
Drusilla pushed Helena from behind to the ground. “That’s you lazy girl!” she exclaimed. “Hurry, there is a very special buyer out there that has expressed interest in you.”
“Who?” asked Helena.
Drusilla quickly slapped her across the face for speaking without first asking permission. Helena held her face in pain.
“After all these years you still haven’t learned who is in charge and who is superior here; stupid girl,” laughed Drusilla. As Helena was taken up the stairs by one of the eunuchs Drusilla began to chuckle. “The buyer’s is none other than the Sultan Salim.”
Helena looked at the giggling Drusilla in horror. The Sultan Salim was well known amongst harem women for his riches but much more so for his ugliness, obesity, foul manners, veracious sexual appetites, as well as the horrible way he treated his female slaves. He was rumored to value his pet dogs more than his girls; even going so far as to brand them as if they were a****ls.
“I personally put in a good word for you to him,” said Drusilla.
Helena was brought onto the auction block before the many buyers. There was immediate cheering and heckling as she was the most stunning woman that had been put up for sale that day. The block was spacious and well illuminated. A eunuch with a large bullwhip in hand stood to her right; the auctioneer to her left as he spoke in a language that was foreign to her ears. She looked out and saw at least thirty men, mostly sheiks. Up front she quickly noticed the ferocious stare of the Sultan Salim; he was indeed as disgusting as she had heard. He looked to be in his late 40’s; morbidly obese, and hideously ugly with long greasy hair and a filthy beard. He was sweating profusely and she could smell his foul stench from the stage.
The auctioneer pounded his gavel to indicate that bidding could begin. Many bids were immediately shouted out in various tongues. The Sultan Salim was by far the wealthiest and could easily outbid any of the others. He was said to carry an insatiable sexual appetite and would force his women to fully submit to him in every perverted way he could think of including some of the most awful sadomasochistic ways Helena had ever heard. The only thing more unquenchable than the sultan’s sexual appetite was his appetite for food. He continuously stuffed dates into his mouth as he shouted out bid after bid, which far exceeded the other buyer’s attempts to try and purchase her. Three young slave girls stood around him as he sat. Helena regarded them and noticed that they seemed just barely 18 years of age. One of them had a black eye and the other two had several bruises on select parts of their bodies; their eyes sad and empty of hope.
As the bids were shouted out, the eunuch motioned for Helena to turn about to fully display herself to the sultans and sheiks. There was much shouting and jeering. The eunuch placed his large hand around her arm and loosened her top veil. Helena watched as it gently floated to the floor exposing her from the waste up. She felt the many eyes leering at her as her fine, shapely breasts shone with health. Every fiber of her being wanted to place her arms across her body to cover herself, though she would not dare to. Instead, as she had been instructed, she angrily pulled her shoulders back to accentuate her figure and forced a partial smile on her face as was also required. The men cheered as her beautiful, full breasts thrust towards them without concealment. A fine sweat broke upon her skin further amplifying her beauty. She blushed scarlet as her nipples grew erect in her embarrassment.
The auctioneer continued to speak. She could only guess from his tone that he was appraising her assets. The eunuch with the whip doubled in his hand placed it on her belly and slowly ran it across her breasts causing them to bounce slightly. There were more lust filled jeers. With all her effort she kept a grin on her face despite the turmoil brewing inside of her. Far in the background she could see other auction blocks where horses were being bid upon. Many of the peasants from those auctions were now turning to regard her from afar; pointing and gawking. She became terrified as she could see that the Sultan Salim was already inflamed with lust over her and had the ferocious expression of a ravenous a****l.
Helena knew these men cared nothing of what was in her heart and soul. Couldn’t they understand that she was a human being with feelings and not just property? The men continued to yell bids, but the Sultan Salim always interrupted with a higher amount as he would bid and continuously eat. All the men were in awe of Helena’s beauty and in desperate need to own her; to see this perfect body become a plaything for their desires.
One of the veils from around her hips was then removed; exposing the ampleness and firmness of her backside. She was ordered to turn about again to fully display herself to which there was more heckling. The eunuch with the whip doubled in his hand gave Helena a quick strike on her rear; not enough to inflict visible injury but just enough to cause a sudden searing pain to make her jump and yelp to which she obliged. The room erupted in immature laughter. The sultan’s awful cackle came to Helena’s ear as she tried desperately to keep her composure while fighting her growing discomfort and anger.
She was then required to walk back and forth upon the edge of the block for the buyers to further gawk at. She held her head high and looked straight; trying to hold back her tears. The bids continued to be called out in the various tongues. This was a true woman the buyers thought as they drooled; the kind that men dreamed about when they were boys. After what seemed to be an eternity of walking and turning she was motioned back to the eunuch. Finally she was ordered to remove her last veil that d****d around the front of her pelvis. She paused in shock as she felt the intimacies of a woman were only for the eyes of her soul-mate. Helena held her breath and untied the veil from her hip; released it and watched devastated as it floated to the floor. She stood completely naked and utterly humiliated; noticeably blushing before the buyers.
The eunuch then signaled her to perform one of the many types of harem dances she had learned, specifically; “the dance of the pollinated flower.” Helena groaned deeply inside. She knew this lewd and obnoxious dance well and had prayed that she would never have to perform it publicly. It was a special one that was rather common on the auctions blocks; they were intent on getting as much money for her as possible. The eunuch handed her one of her discarded veils which she would need for her performance. Helena thought back to her mother who had taught her many forms of the Raqs Sharqi which were tasteful, beautiful and dignified forms of female dance. The dances she had learned in the harem were abominations of the traditional dances she had learned as a c***d and “the dance of the pollinated flower” was easily one of the worst.
Music began to play from the rear of the block. She initially paused unable to bring herself to begin performing the lascivious movements before the sea of eyes that were already glaring upon every exposed inch of her. She looked to the eunuch with a stare of passionate protest. The eunuch with his huge forearm raised his whip high and lashed it to the ground inches from her feet. The sound was like thunder echoing loudly making her jump in fear; the heaviness of her breasts bounced enticingly to which the audience of buyers laughed. She instantly began to move her body and slowly danced before the men gracefully and sensuously using the veil to add elegance to her movements.
Helena performed her dance as it had been instructed to her. It was designed to begin slowly with the female slave being required to draw attention to her curves and the firmness of her attributes to the buyers. While performing she was also required to perform certain movements with her tongue, hands and body; incorporating the simulation of sinful, pleasurable acts into the dance. Helena twisted with the veil, floating it in the air about her while swaying her hips back and forth. She danced in the abandonment of her superb nakedness; the bright outdoor light on the auction block made her sensual, undulating movements well illuminated.
The eunuch from time to time struck the whip loudly at her feet to single her to increase the pace as the tempo of the music increased and to maintain her smile and composure; something that was growing more and more difficult for her to do. She turned her back to the audience placing her arms over her head, palms together and began to rapidly shake her hips; her long hair cascading to the small of her back just above her wiggling backside. Helena could only understand a small portion of the heckling from the peasants. She burned with anger as she knew enough to understand that the remarks were very obscene. She wondered if there was even a shred of compassion or decency left in the world.
She turned about facing the men extending her arms out to her sides as she shimmied her shoulders; causing the plumpness of her breasts to shake and quiver for all to see. To be forced to dance for such vermin, she thought to herself; she knew men like this had to buy women for they could never earn the love and respect of one by their repellent character. The dance continued as she shimmied, stretched and writhed before the men while occasionally licking her lips in a suggestive manner; the buyers greatly enjoying the hypnotic jiggling of her voluptuousness.
She danced while flaunting her sexuality as beads of sweat began to run down her soft skin. Just as she thought that she could no longer endure the abashment a second longer, a sharp crack of the whip would strike inches from her toes making her increase her pace yet again as she was reminded of what would happen to her if she did not obey. The thought of the insects crawling over her body, the horrible snakes slithering and the awful instruments flooded her mind. She extended the veil across her bosom then high over her head. She whirled her long hair around and around as the music throbbed; reaching its peak. Ever faster she danced; rising and falling to the floor. She tossed the veil off to the side; her bare body dancing and gyrating as beads of sweat popped away from her.
As she reached the most salacious portion of her performance, she swallowed the last bit of dignity and pride that she still had left and forced an awkward smile to her face; her eyes red with despair. She felt her face get very hot with shame as she ran her hands along her hips and belly; stroking and rubbing her moist skin before the men. She arched her back and undulated rapidly as her hands quickly moved up and down to her sides from her hips to her ribcage and then to the perfect globes of her breasts. The men went into a frenzy as they watched the luscious curves of this glistening woman moving wildly and erotically before them as she made snakelike movements with her arms.
The tempo of the music began to relax and become less rapid and more sensuous. Deeply humiliated and seething with rage, Helena fell to her knees and extended her arms out to the audience; clasping her hands tightly together and bending her elbows to make it appear that she was pleading to be purchased and collared. She fell to her belly and continued her begging gestures; her clasped hands reaching forward as she arched her hips upwards and down again. She strained and squirmed and twisted herself into various positions on the floor of the block. All she could see was many lustful men, some taunting and making crude gestures with their hands.
She rose from the ground and moved her hands to her navel before moving her fingers lower. She tossed her head back and slowly twisted it about and allowed her fingers to fall still lower to which a huge cheer came from the men. The music was slow as she swayed her hips; her fingers moving, her head slowly revolving side to side and back, her gritted teeth bared. Her breathing became faster and louder as her fingers worked away while many peasants shouted. She began panting loudly; her head back as sweat rolled down her face, bosom and belly. Suddenly the music stopped and in the short silence that followed, Helena as she had been taught, simulated a gasping and a scream of ecstasy that she made sure was loud enough to be heard from the block. She collapsed to the floor in a heap; sweating and exhausted. She wiped the tears from her eyes; knowing that not an ounce of modesty had she retained in front of the audience.
The bidding stopped for a moment as it was now time for the two highest bidders to personally appraise the woman they were bidding for. The Sultan Salim and a very old sheik walked onto the block; the sheik using a parasol holding slave to shield him from the sun. One of the peasants from the audience tried to climb the stage but instantly retreated as the eunuch began to withdraw his sword in a threatening manner. The eunuch grabbed Helena by the arm and pulled her to her feet.
The old sheik approached her and ordered the eunuch to forcefully open her mouth so that he could view her teeth; they were polished white and almost perfect. Using the auctioneer as an interpreter he then proceeded to ask her the most intimate details about herself; details that no man would dare ask a free woman. Helena felt her face become hot again and in an effort to ease her raging humiliation she whispered softly; answering every one of his very indecent questions with as much refinement and politeness as she could. The auctioneer betrayed her by very loudly translating and using more blatant and profane terms for all to hear; often repeating himself to the hard of hearing sheik. There was more immature laughter as the sheik departed the stage. The Sultan was more aggressive; he approached her. She could hardly keep from retching at his horrible stench and appearance. He smiled cruelly; baring food in his teeth. She turned to one side in disgust as she felt his sweaty, rough hands violate her body. With her head turned she could see Drusilla off stage laughing at her. The Sultan drooled as he spoke a few lines in his native tongue. Helena looked inquisitively towards the eunuch.
“He says you will bear him many c***dren,” stated the eunuch.
In absolute shock Helena watched the sultan as he returned to his seat. She knew that tonight she would open her wrists rather than be chained and ****d by such an a****l. The Sultan named his final price; the old sheik did not counteroffer. Helena stood rigid as she heard Drusilla laughing in the background. Suddenly for the first time the auctioneer spoke a word that she could understand, he spoke her own name; Helena. Immediately a large figure in the background stood up as if stunned by something unexplained. The person was hooded and came closer to the stage as to get a better look at her; his face shrouded in the darkness of the hood. The auctioneer picked up his gavel in order to bring the sale to a close. The Sultan drooled on his beard as he knew that once the gavel fell he would own this new slave and have full rights over her voluptuous body. The auctioneer raised the gavel.
“250,000!” shouted out the hooded man.
There was a gasp as this amount was double what the final bid of the Sultan was. It wasn’t only a shock due to the extravagant amount but also because everyone knew that the mercenary never bid on these sales. After a brief silence the auctioneer mouthed something to the Sultan to which the Sultan nodded his head disappointedly. The gavel dropped, the sale had ended and Helena was now the property of the hooded man.
There was much commotion as the mercenary instructed his servant to bring a robe on stage to Helena. The buyer’s watched as the he concealed her incredible beauty from their sight. The servant proceeded to gently e***** her off the auction block. No human being should ever have to be subjected to something like what she had just endured, Helena thought to herself. She was indescribably relieved that she would not be owned by the Sultan but curious as to who had just purchased her. She surmised that her new master must be the wealthy mercenary that she had been told about; no other person could have outbid the Sultan by so much. As she was led away the Sultan looked at her longingly, he had never lost a woman to another buyer and now that she was unattainable he wanted her even more, but it was too late now.
She was taken to a nearby tent. Once inside she could not believe the luxuriousness of it. This mercenary was indeed a very wealthy man; the tent decorated with some of the finest carpets, and furnishings. The servant asked her if he could fetch anything for her as Helena looked to him awkwardly; not accustomed to having people wait on her. The servant pointed to a wardrobe filled with many fine silks and gowns. She assumed that it was the wardrobe of the mercenary’s wife who would possibly be her mistress. The servant told her to choose any garment she wanted and to make herself comfortable, food would be brought to her shortly. She found a beautiful dress and quickly covered herself with it. It was flowing, red silk and very high quality. She never would have imagined she would ever wear such a garment, especially as a slave. Two servants entered the room with trays of food. They respectfully asked her to be seated on a luxurious chair while they laid out the banquet for her. She could not believe her eyes as they brought in caviar, as well as rare fruits that only the wealthy could afford.
“Is there anything else we can get you mistress?” asked a servant.
“What did you call me?” she asked surprised.
The servant, immediately replied, “I’m very sorry if I offended you madam what do you wish to be addressed as?”
“I don’t understand,” she replied.
The hooded figure entered the room. The two servants bowed to her and departed.
The two were alone when suddenly in a longful, pain filled voice the hooded figure softly spoke, “Helena!”
He removed his hood, and there standing in front of her as handsome as ever was her husband Aaron. Tears filled Helena’s eyes as she jumped up to embrace him. He too was in tears as they gripped each other tightly.
“I have searched and searched for you my little one!” he said longingly as he cried as if he had just been reborn.
“I thought you had been killed,” she wept.
He sat her down on the plush carpeting in the tent as they were each overwhelmed by the sudden, surprising and joyous reunion. He explained to her how he had been left for dead by his captors in a prison camp but had survived. He had returned home only to find she had been sold into slavery. He had become a mercenary for profit but he never stopped searching for her. He had been to many lands seeking her out these four years; risking his life several times just to find out snippets of information about her. At last his search was over, he had found what made him whole. She embraced him as she now knew that her slavery was truly over. In just the nick of time he had rescued her naked body from the drooling jaws of a rancid b**st and she was now with her true man, the one that would protect her and cherish her for the rest of her life. Four years of misery and longing had ended; she was safe again. The two of them talked for over an hour when the servant entered.
“Excuse me sir, and madam but one of the buyers wishes to say goodbye,” he said.
“Thank you, we’ll be out in a moment,” Aaron replied.
With a smile he rose and extended his hand to Helena. She placed her hand in his as he very gently raised her from the carpets. They departed the tent and stood at the end of another plush carpet outside under a canopy which sheltered them from the storm that had brewed. The Sultan Salim was awaiting them just outside the canopy, his obesity saddled upon a horse.
“I just wanted to say congratulations on your purchase,” said the Sultan.
“This was no purchase,” Aaron said angrily. “This is my wife and soul mate and she is a free woman!”
“My deepest apologies Madam,” said the Sultan with great respect. “I wish you both much happiness.”
Helena cast a cold stare upon the Sultan; one of total disgust. Such a stare would have probably cost her her life just moments before prior to her new found freedom.
“Let’s go!” the sultan shouted angrily to his slave girls as they walked behind his horse barefoot on the muddy, rain soaked ground. Helena was shocked to see that one of his girls was none other than Drusilla, whom he had just purchased. She was walking; a chain running to each of her feet, naked, bent over burdened with the weight of a large sac containing many artifacts the sultan had acquired at other auctions. Her legs were already coated with mud. In her plot to see Helena purchased by the Sultan she had only succeeded in allowing herself to be sold to him and reuniting Helena with her true love.
Behind Drusilla, shouting at her was the Sultan’s high slave. “Hurry up ugly girl, it’s not that heavy. If you work well after you’re branded we might take the chains off of you and give you a rag to wear!” There was laughter from the other slave girls. “Our master will certainly want to get to know you better tonight!” the high slave spoke to which there was more laughter.
As the women slogged by the high slave impatiently shoved Drusilla; knocking her off balance and causing her to splatter into the mud at Helena’s feet. Drusilla; naked, drenched and filthy looked up from the slimy ground and saw Helena wearing the finest silks and in the arms of a powerful, handsome and loving man.
“Please help me Helena!” she pleaded with tears in her eyes.
Helena looked down upon her with pity but knew she could do nothing for her.
The high slave immediately slapped Drusilla sharply across the face. “You don’t speak without permission, do you understand ugly girl; now get up!” she said as she kicked her. Drusilla staggered away in tears as the high slave kicked her again. Helena watched Drusilla in pity; knowing that her future was to be a frightful one. The high slave turned to Helena and Aaron and knelt before them.
“I’m very sorry for that slaves behavior, she will be severely punished,” said the high slave.
“Please don’t be harsh with her,” Helena replied.
The high slave departed. Aaron gave his servants instructions not to be disturbed. He informed them that this woman was his wife and that she was to be respected as he was. He instructed them that they would be traveling back to his ocean estate the next day and that his search was over. He gently led Helena back into the tent and closed the flaps.
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After four years the two of them were now alone as her husband dimmed all the candles but one. He removed his robes as she released her gown. She regarded his body as it had been so long since they were together. He had only been a boy when he had left her loving arms. His time in the war, the prison camp and as a mercenary afterwards had sculpted his physique into a beautifully shaped mass of bulging muscles. She embraced him and caressed the scars that had been permanently and cruelly flogged into his back at the prison camp. He had endured far more pain than she had from the mild female lashes and switches in which she received in the harem. Various other scars from his many adventures were littered across his handsome physique which she gently traced with her fingers; trying to familiarize herself with her husband’s body again.
He looked upon her; she had just been a girl when he had gone off to fight. Now, four years later her body had blossomed into the most exciting form of womanhood that he could’ve imagined. Even his dreams of her did not equal the real life beauty in which she now possessed. He had revealed to her that he had been faithful. Despite many temptations he never forgot the promise he made to her on their wedding day. He had sworn to remain loyal until either that terrible day came when it was proven that she was no more or the wonderful, joyous day they were sharing now.
He wondered if the experience of the harem had changed her. Would she still be the same person who he had once loved so deeply? Would she be hardened and bitter from years of torment and enslavement? Would she still be the Helena that he had given his heart to and the woman that had once enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh so adamantly or had the harem forever tainted those thoughts and desires for her?
As he worried for her, she was at the same time worrying for him. As she continued to stroke his body while they looked into each other’s eyes she began to ponder. Would this innocent boy whom she had fallen in love with be traumatized by the war, the torture of the prison camp and the aftermath? Was he still the same person that she had laughed with when they were both almost still c***dren and believed the world was a beautiful place where no harm could come to them?
As they looked into each others eyes, he smiled. Instantly all the worry and uncertainty vanished from her mind. This was indeed her husband, the boy she had fallen in love with; it was his smile, his handsome face that cherished her. She immediately smiled back as she quickly removed all uncertainty from him as well. There was no need for anymore anguish; he could feel her love for him and he would never let any harm come to her again. He was very skilled with a sword and many other weapons and his strong arms would protect her. The world had done its worst to crush both of them, but they had survived and endured and were now victorious.
She could see his generous manhood swelling as she kissed him passionately. She shivered with excitement as he ran his hands along the globes of her heavy breasts. The feeling was intoxicating; far more intense than she had ever fantasized about in the years of being imprisoned in the frustrating confines of the chastity belt. She gently groped at his body while he breathed heavily as he stroked her full hips.
Even though she had never before used the many techniques she had been taught in the harem; she still remembered them all. There were many ancient secrets, many sensual massages she had learned from foreign lands and it would be his body and his body alone that would be the recipient of those pleasures from this day forward. She would bring his embattled, muscled and scarred body back to life with her caresses. She would take immense pleasure from his male body and greatly enjoy fulfilling his needs and desires as well. She had learned many exotic dances and she would enjoy performing them for her new audience of one. He was a real man who didn’t need to demean or purchase women but instead had won her love with his heart.
He took her in his arms gently and carried her to the bed. She felt light as a feather in his strong arms as she pressed her face into his mighty chest and felt safer then she had in years. There would be many nights of intense lust ahead. They had years to make up for and each of them possessed the desire, the skill and most importantly the love that would make those nights ahead and this night so beautifully passionate. As he placed her softly upon the silk sheets she smiled to him. He reached over to blow out the final candle as he didn’t wish to cast their shadows upon the fabric of the tent for outsiders to see. He was free of the prison camp and she was free of the harem and their lovemaking would be tender and private.
The women were stunningly attractive as their pink veils wrapped each of their figures beautifully. One veil was tied tightly across the breasts, leaving the belly exposed while accentuating and pushing up the ample cleavage of each girl. Two more veils d****d across their hips and could very easily be stripped away; fully displaying their naked beauty. Helena was even more stunning than any of the other women, hence one of the reasons she always seemed to draw the jealous wrath of Drusilla who stood immediately behind her.
Helena was just over five feet tall and had long black hair. She was dark skinned and possessed the loveliest brown eyes. The contours of her voluptuous yet toned body with her full hips and heavy breasts showed a perfection that made all the women envious and painfully reminded the eunuchs of what they could no longer have. Even though all of the women in the line were slaves, Drusilla was the high slave of them. She had been granted the authority to endlessly bark orders at them and lash their soft hides if they ever fell short of a task. When Helena had first been a*****ed into the Prince’s harem four years ago Drusilla had hated her almost on sight. She seemed to take sadistic pleasure in ordering Helena to do the most menial of tasks and ordering almost *****sant punishments upon her.
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Long ago when she was once a free woman, Helena had been very much in love with a soldier named Aaron. They had a very special bond with each other and had married. It seemed as if their whole reason for being was to love and support the other and he was everything to her. She would never forget the day when he was shipped off to fight in a distant war and how she felt when she had learned that he had fallen. It was if the best part of herself had died with him, as if all the beauty in her life had crumbled and been replaced by a desolate wasteland. She was only allowed a brief time to mourn before her village was invaded by the rival armies. It was only her stunning beauty that kept her from being condemned to toiling in a slave pit with her fellow villagers. She had reaped a huge profit to the army that had slaughtered her husband when they had sold her off to the Prince’s private harem.
For four years Helena had not known a man, as Drusilla, in her contempt, had always kept her hidden from the Prince’s sight; depriving her of the pleasure that every one of the other girls had experienced. The Prince was actually quite kind and gentle to his girls and very skilled in the art of lovemaking; having a keen understanding of the Kama Sutra as well as other worldly techniques. She had heard the other girls speaking of him; how he had made them almost faint with passion as he satisfied them endlessly. Yet Drusilla would always keep Helena away from the Prince’s sight whenever he was present in the palace and would occasionally come to call when he was feeling lonely; commanding a line up of his girls so he could choose one for the evening. Helena was secretly thankful for her dismissal from the Prince’s possible consideration as she felt her body was only for one man.
She would spend her days being abused by Drusilla and her nights dreaming of Aaron; her natural desires frustratingly stifled from a chastity belt that she was rarely without. She slept in a large richly decorated room with the other girls; their plush, cushioned beds arranged in a circle around a beautiful indoor fountain. The heat of unquenched passion had been tormenting her for some time. During lonely nights she would fantasize about the bulging arms of her husband encircling her body; his strong hands stroking her many curves while she kissed his handsome face. The intensity of the pleasure he had once given her would make her shudder in ecstasy from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. However this fantasizing never satisfied her; it would only awaken more passionate desires inside of her; some delicious in their playfulness, others overwhelming in their intensity.
She would roll about in her bed while wearing the chastity belt. Her hips, thighs and full breasts burned with the longing to be caressed. The thought of Aaron only seemed to fan her desires and make them burn even hotter. From time to time one of the girls who had been trusted by Drusilla would sneak-in the keys to their belts. During long nights certain girls would find comfort in one another; indulging in the pleasures of the flesh while the other girls watched or listened. Helena herself had declined the repeated invitations using her memory of her late husband to fight the temptations. She had wished her husband had never left her as she often dreamt of how they could now be building a life together and raising a family. Over the past years she had often wondered how things would have been if their love hadn’t been crushed by a war; Aaron tortured to death in an enemy prison camp, herself sold into slavery.
Inevitably the word had come that the Prince had finally taken a bride and at his bride’s insistence he had reluctantly decided to sell his girls. That morning the women had all been released from their chastity belts; their armpits and intimacies were shaved. They were then bathed, perfumed and given fresh veils that were tied about them making their cleavage obvious and the curves of their hips easily noticeable. All of the women were quite depressed as they knew whoever purchased them would more than likely not be as kind and handsome as their Prince; to Helena it made little difference. After they had been veiled, they were collared, chained and taken to the auction blocks in the middle of the local village. There were many auctions selling everything from grain, to horses to even the c***dren of other slaves. The women had been lined up behind one of the blocks when a short, thin, foul looking man began to speak to them in an effeminate voice.
“A female slave is worth great profit if she conducts herself appropriately.” He said. “You have all been instructed on what is required of you. However should you choose to be difficult may I present some final motivation.”
Helena didn’t feel this was necessary, she had already heard stories of enraged women cursing at the bidders from the auction block and some of the ghastly punishments given to them. However what she had already learned long ago was that her feelings were now meaningless. Two eunuchs came forward; placing two long wooden caskets in front of the women. Each one was sturdy and more than ample for someone to lie down inside of; manacles were anchored in its interior for just that purpose. One of the eunuchs carried forth a crate. He unfastened the lid and slowly poured the contents into the casket. The girls gasped as a plethora of tarantulas and beetles were poured inside. They filled every inch of the casket, wallowing and crawling among themselves. The short, ugly man picked up one of the tarantulas and held it very closely to some of the girls as they moved back in disgust. Another eunuch opened another crate and poured the contents into the second wooden casket. Some of the women screamed as hundreds of baby snakes began to ooze out; slithering and hissing at each other. The eunuch returned and dropped a wooden lid next to each casket along with a hammer and some nails. Since becoming a slave, Helena had never been ceased to be surprised by the utter cruelty that certain human beings were capable of.
“After you spend a duration in the company of our little friends here, if you still refuse to behave.” The thin man pulled a white sheet off a table that sat towards the side of the girls. Helena shuddered as she stared at the devices that were exposed to her. She wondered how men could create such horrible things. The freshly polished and shiny instruments stood upon the table menacingly, their only purpose, to mutilate and inflict agony. The eunuchs withdrew some of the instruments and brought them forth for all the women to view very closely. Helena cringed upon seeing the shiny metal of the spikes, razors, screws, and hooks. Many of the women were in tears as whatever courageous resolves some of them had previously made to themselves they now knew were futile. Even Drusilla was taken aback by the terrible devices and what they could do to the soft, pampered skin of a female slave.
“And if you still refuse to obey, in the end, there’s always the lion’s pit,” the man said calmly with his feminine voice. “Now,” he said, “I believe we understand one another. You will each present yourselves appropriately; you will smile and behave yourselves before our buyers. They will be allowed to put their hands upon you if they so choose and you will permit them complete access to your persons without the slightest protest. If they should ask you any questions or make any remarks that you consider obscene you are expected to answer with the utmost manners and politeness.” He turned to the eunuchs in a flirtatious manner, “Unchain them and remove their collars.”
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Helena obediently waited in the line as she would soon ascend the stage and be auctioned off to the highest bidder.
“Stand straight!” Drusilla snapped at her. “I’m sure you’ll fetch from the buyers as much as a horse or one of the Prince’s dogs,” she said arrogantly. Helena was unable to reply for if she showed any insubordination Drusilla had the authority to have her lashed and she had proven that authority to Helena repeatedly; the worst session occurring after a failed escape attempt a year before.
“How I’ll miss you Helena,” she whispered. “I’ll make sure the high slave of whatever master purchases you will know what a trouble maker you are and how you need to be routinely and fiercely disciplined.”
Helena stood silently; a feeling of helplessness engulfing her. It was as if her life always seemed to be in the cruel hands of someone else. For years Drusilla had lashed and switched her at whim, and treated her harshly and now despite the faith and hope that she had tried to keep in her heart, it seemed things would only become worse.
She knew the buyers would probably be sheiks and sultans. However she had heard that in addition one of the bravest and wealthiest mercenaries in the country was to attend as well. He was a mysterious man who frequently attended these types of sales. She continued to stand in line while she heard the lust crazed cheers as the girl currently on stage was being sold away into a life of misery.
“Next girl!” shouted a guard.
Drusilla pushed Helena from behind to the ground. “That’s you lazy girl!” she exclaimed. “Hurry, there is a very special buyer out there that has expressed interest in you.”
“Who?” asked Helena.
Drusilla quickly slapped her across the face for speaking without first asking permission. Helena held her face in pain.
“After all these years you still haven’t learned who is in charge and who is superior here; stupid girl,” laughed Drusilla. As Helena was taken up the stairs by one of the eunuchs Drusilla began to chuckle. “The buyer’s is none other than the Sultan Salim.”
Helena looked at the giggling Drusilla in horror. The Sultan Salim was well known amongst harem women for his riches but much more so for his ugliness, obesity, foul manners, veracious sexual appetites, as well as the horrible way he treated his female slaves. He was rumored to value his pet dogs more than his girls; even going so far as to brand them as if they were a****ls.
“I personally put in a good word for you to him,” said Drusilla.
Helena was brought onto the auction block before the many buyers. There was immediate cheering and heckling as she was the most stunning woman that had been put up for sale that day. The block was spacious and well illuminated. A eunuch with a large bullwhip in hand stood to her right; the auctioneer to her left as he spoke in a language that was foreign to her ears. She looked out and saw at least thirty men, mostly sheiks. Up front she quickly noticed the ferocious stare of the Sultan Salim; he was indeed as disgusting as she had heard. He looked to be in his late 40’s; morbidly obese, and hideously ugly with long greasy hair and a filthy beard. He was sweating profusely and she could smell his foul stench from the stage.
The auctioneer pounded his gavel to indicate that bidding could begin. Many bids were immediately shouted out in various tongues. The Sultan Salim was by far the wealthiest and could easily outbid any of the others. He was said to carry an insatiable sexual appetite and would force his women to fully submit to him in every perverted way he could think of including some of the most awful sadomasochistic ways Helena had ever heard. The only thing more unquenchable than the sultan’s sexual appetite was his appetite for food. He continuously stuffed dates into his mouth as he shouted out bid after bid, which far exceeded the other buyer’s attempts to try and purchase her. Three young slave girls stood around him as he sat. Helena regarded them and noticed that they seemed just barely 18 years of age. One of them had a black eye and the other two had several bruises on select parts of their bodies; their eyes sad and empty of hope.
As the bids were shouted out, the eunuch motioned for Helena to turn about to fully display herself to the sultans and sheiks. There was much shouting and jeering. The eunuch placed his large hand around her arm and loosened her top veil. Helena watched as it gently floated to the floor exposing her from the waste up. She felt the many eyes leering at her as her fine, shapely breasts shone with health. Every fiber of her being wanted to place her arms across her body to cover herself, though she would not dare to. Instead, as she had been instructed, she angrily pulled her shoulders back to accentuate her figure and forced a partial smile on her face as was also required. The men cheered as her beautiful, full breasts thrust towards them without concealment. A fine sweat broke upon her skin further amplifying her beauty. She blushed scarlet as her nipples grew erect in her embarrassment.
The auctioneer continued to speak. She could only guess from his tone that he was appraising her assets. The eunuch with the whip doubled in his hand placed it on her belly and slowly ran it across her breasts causing them to bounce slightly. There were more lust filled jeers. With all her effort she kept a grin on her face despite the turmoil brewing inside of her. Far in the background she could see other auction blocks where horses were being bid upon. Many of the peasants from those auctions were now turning to regard her from afar; pointing and gawking. She became terrified as she could see that the Sultan Salim was already inflamed with lust over her and had the ferocious expression of a ravenous a****l.
Helena knew these men cared nothing of what was in her heart and soul. Couldn’t they understand that she was a human being with feelings and not just property? The men continued to yell bids, but the Sultan Salim always interrupted with a higher amount as he would bid and continuously eat. All the men were in awe of Helena’s beauty and in desperate need to own her; to see this perfect body become a plaything for their desires.
One of the veils from around her hips was then removed; exposing the ampleness and firmness of her backside. She was ordered to turn about again to fully display herself to which there was more heckling. The eunuch with the whip doubled in his hand gave Helena a quick strike on her rear; not enough to inflict visible injury but just enough to cause a sudden searing pain to make her jump and yelp to which she obliged. The room erupted in immature laughter. The sultan’s awful cackle came to Helena’s ear as she tried desperately to keep her composure while fighting her growing discomfort and anger.
She was then required to walk back and forth upon the edge of the block for the buyers to further gawk at. She held her head high and looked straight; trying to hold back her tears. The bids continued to be called out in the various tongues. This was a true woman the buyers thought as they drooled; the kind that men dreamed about when they were boys. After what seemed to be an eternity of walking and turning she was motioned back to the eunuch. Finally she was ordered to remove her last veil that d****d around the front of her pelvis. She paused in shock as she felt the intimacies of a woman were only for the eyes of her soul-mate. Helena held her breath and untied the veil from her hip; released it and watched devastated as it floated to the floor. She stood completely naked and utterly humiliated; noticeably blushing before the buyers.
The eunuch then signaled her to perform one of the many types of harem dances she had learned, specifically; “the dance of the pollinated flower.” Helena groaned deeply inside. She knew this lewd and obnoxious dance well and had prayed that she would never have to perform it publicly. It was a special one that was rather common on the auctions blocks; they were intent on getting as much money for her as possible. The eunuch handed her one of her discarded veils which she would need for her performance. Helena thought back to her mother who had taught her many forms of the Raqs Sharqi which were tasteful, beautiful and dignified forms of female dance. The dances she had learned in the harem were abominations of the traditional dances she had learned as a c***d and “the dance of the pollinated flower” was easily one of the worst.
Music began to play from the rear of the block. She initially paused unable to bring herself to begin performing the lascivious movements before the sea of eyes that were already glaring upon every exposed inch of her. She looked to the eunuch with a stare of passionate protest. The eunuch with his huge forearm raised his whip high and lashed it to the ground inches from her feet. The sound was like thunder echoing loudly making her jump in fear; the heaviness of her breasts bounced enticingly to which the audience of buyers laughed. She instantly began to move her body and slowly danced before the men gracefully and sensuously using the veil to add elegance to her movements.
Helena performed her dance as it had been instructed to her. It was designed to begin slowly with the female slave being required to draw attention to her curves and the firmness of her attributes to the buyers. While performing she was also required to perform certain movements with her tongue, hands and body; incorporating the simulation of sinful, pleasurable acts into the dance. Helena twisted with the veil, floating it in the air about her while swaying her hips back and forth. She danced in the abandonment of her superb nakedness; the bright outdoor light on the auction block made her sensual, undulating movements well illuminated.
The eunuch from time to time struck the whip loudly at her feet to single her to increase the pace as the tempo of the music increased and to maintain her smile and composure; something that was growing more and more difficult for her to do. She turned her back to the audience placing her arms over her head, palms together and began to rapidly shake her hips; her long hair cascading to the small of her back just above her wiggling backside. Helena could only understand a small portion of the heckling from the peasants. She burned with anger as she knew enough to understand that the remarks were very obscene. She wondered if there was even a shred of compassion or decency left in the world.
She turned about facing the men extending her arms out to her sides as she shimmied her shoulders; causing the plumpness of her breasts to shake and quiver for all to see. To be forced to dance for such vermin, she thought to herself; she knew men like this had to buy women for they could never earn the love and respect of one by their repellent character. The dance continued as she shimmied, stretched and writhed before the men while occasionally licking her lips in a suggestive manner; the buyers greatly enjoying the hypnotic jiggling of her voluptuousness.
She danced while flaunting her sexuality as beads of sweat began to run down her soft skin. Just as she thought that she could no longer endure the abashment a second longer, a sharp crack of the whip would strike inches from her toes making her increase her pace yet again as she was reminded of what would happen to her if she did not obey. The thought of the insects crawling over her body, the horrible snakes slithering and the awful instruments flooded her mind. She extended the veil across her bosom then high over her head. She whirled her long hair around and around as the music throbbed; reaching its peak. Ever faster she danced; rising and falling to the floor. She tossed the veil off to the side; her bare body dancing and gyrating as beads of sweat popped away from her.
As she reached the most salacious portion of her performance, she swallowed the last bit of dignity and pride that she still had left and forced an awkward smile to her face; her eyes red with despair. She felt her face get very hot with shame as she ran her hands along her hips and belly; stroking and rubbing her moist skin before the men. She arched her back and undulated rapidly as her hands quickly moved up and down to her sides from her hips to her ribcage and then to the perfect globes of her breasts. The men went into a frenzy as they watched the luscious curves of this glistening woman moving wildly and erotically before them as she made snakelike movements with her arms.
The tempo of the music began to relax and become less rapid and more sensuous. Deeply humiliated and seething with rage, Helena fell to her knees and extended her arms out to the audience; clasping her hands tightly together and bending her elbows to make it appear that she was pleading to be purchased and collared. She fell to her belly and continued her begging gestures; her clasped hands reaching forward as she arched her hips upwards and down again. She strained and squirmed and twisted herself into various positions on the floor of the block. All she could see was many lustful men, some taunting and making crude gestures with their hands.
She rose from the ground and moved her hands to her navel before moving her fingers lower. She tossed her head back and slowly twisted it about and allowed her fingers to fall still lower to which a huge cheer came from the men. The music was slow as she swayed her hips; her fingers moving, her head slowly revolving side to side and back, her gritted teeth bared. Her breathing became faster and louder as her fingers worked away while many peasants shouted. She began panting loudly; her head back as sweat rolled down her face, bosom and belly. Suddenly the music stopped and in the short silence that followed, Helena as she had been taught, simulated a gasping and a scream of ecstasy that she made sure was loud enough to be heard from the block. She collapsed to the floor in a heap; sweating and exhausted. She wiped the tears from her eyes; knowing that not an ounce of modesty had she retained in front of the audience.
The bidding stopped for a moment as it was now time for the two highest bidders to personally appraise the woman they were bidding for. The Sultan Salim and a very old sheik walked onto the block; the sheik using a parasol holding slave to shield him from the sun. One of the peasants from the audience tried to climb the stage but instantly retreated as the eunuch began to withdraw his sword in a threatening manner. The eunuch grabbed Helena by the arm and pulled her to her feet.
The old sheik approached her and ordered the eunuch to forcefully open her mouth so that he could view her teeth; they were polished white and almost perfect. Using the auctioneer as an interpreter he then proceeded to ask her the most intimate details about herself; details that no man would dare ask a free woman. Helena felt her face become hot again and in an effort to ease her raging humiliation she whispered softly; answering every one of his very indecent questions with as much refinement and politeness as she could. The auctioneer betrayed her by very loudly translating and using more blatant and profane terms for all to hear; often repeating himself to the hard of hearing sheik. There was more immature laughter as the sheik departed the stage. The Sultan was more aggressive; he approached her. She could hardly keep from retching at his horrible stench and appearance. He smiled cruelly; baring food in his teeth. She turned to one side in disgust as she felt his sweaty, rough hands violate her body. With her head turned she could see Drusilla off stage laughing at her. The Sultan drooled as he spoke a few lines in his native tongue. Helena looked inquisitively towards the eunuch.
“He says you will bear him many c***dren,” stated the eunuch.
In absolute shock Helena watched the sultan as he returned to his seat. She knew that tonight she would open her wrists rather than be chained and ****d by such an a****l. The Sultan named his final price; the old sheik did not counteroffer. Helena stood rigid as she heard Drusilla laughing in the background. Suddenly for the first time the auctioneer spoke a word that she could understand, he spoke her own name; Helena. Immediately a large figure in the background stood up as if stunned by something unexplained. The person was hooded and came closer to the stage as to get a better look at her; his face shrouded in the darkness of the hood. The auctioneer picked up his gavel in order to bring the sale to a close. The Sultan drooled on his beard as he knew that once the gavel fell he would own this new slave and have full rights over her voluptuous body. The auctioneer raised the gavel.
“250,000!” shouted out the hooded man.
There was a gasp as this amount was double what the final bid of the Sultan was. It wasn’t only a shock due to the extravagant amount but also because everyone knew that the mercenary never bid on these sales. After a brief silence the auctioneer mouthed something to the Sultan to which the Sultan nodded his head disappointedly. The gavel dropped, the sale had ended and Helena was now the property of the hooded man.
There was much commotion as the mercenary instructed his servant to bring a robe on stage to Helena. The buyer’s watched as the he concealed her incredible beauty from their sight. The servant proceeded to gently e***** her off the auction block. No human being should ever have to be subjected to something like what she had just endured, Helena thought to herself. She was indescribably relieved that she would not be owned by the Sultan but curious as to who had just purchased her. She surmised that her new master must be the wealthy mercenary that she had been told about; no other person could have outbid the Sultan by so much. As she was led away the Sultan looked at her longingly, he had never lost a woman to another buyer and now that she was unattainable he wanted her even more, but it was too late now.
She was taken to a nearby tent. Once inside she could not believe the luxuriousness of it. This mercenary was indeed a very wealthy man; the tent decorated with some of the finest carpets, and furnishings. The servant asked her if he could fetch anything for her as Helena looked to him awkwardly; not accustomed to having people wait on her. The servant pointed to a wardrobe filled with many fine silks and gowns. She assumed that it was the wardrobe of the mercenary’s wife who would possibly be her mistress. The servant told her to choose any garment she wanted and to make herself comfortable, food would be brought to her shortly. She found a beautiful dress and quickly covered herself with it. It was flowing, red silk and very high quality. She never would have imagined she would ever wear such a garment, especially as a slave. Two servants entered the room with trays of food. They respectfully asked her to be seated on a luxurious chair while they laid out the banquet for her. She could not believe her eyes as they brought in caviar, as well as rare fruits that only the wealthy could afford.
“Is there anything else we can get you mistress?” asked a servant.
“What did you call me?” she asked surprised.
The servant, immediately replied, “I’m very sorry if I offended you madam what do you wish to be addressed as?”
“I don’t understand,” she replied.
The hooded figure entered the room. The two servants bowed to her and departed.
The two were alone when suddenly in a longful, pain filled voice the hooded figure softly spoke, “Helena!”
He removed his hood, and there standing in front of her as handsome as ever was her husband Aaron. Tears filled Helena’s eyes as she jumped up to embrace him. He too was in tears as they gripped each other tightly.
“I have searched and searched for you my little one!” he said longingly as he cried as if he had just been reborn.
“I thought you had been killed,” she wept.
He sat her down on the plush carpeting in the tent as they were each overwhelmed by the sudden, surprising and joyous reunion. He explained to her how he had been left for dead by his captors in a prison camp but had survived. He had returned home only to find she had been sold into slavery. He had become a mercenary for profit but he never stopped searching for her. He had been to many lands seeking her out these four years; risking his life several times just to find out snippets of information about her. At last his search was over, he had found what made him whole. She embraced him as she now knew that her slavery was truly over. In just the nick of time he had rescued her naked body from the drooling jaws of a rancid b**st and she was now with her true man, the one that would protect her and cherish her for the rest of her life. Four years of misery and longing had ended; she was safe again. The two of them talked for over an hour when the servant entered.
“Excuse me sir, and madam but one of the buyers wishes to say goodbye,” he said.
“Thank you, we’ll be out in a moment,” Aaron replied.
With a smile he rose and extended his hand to Helena. She placed her hand in his as he very gently raised her from the carpets. They departed the tent and stood at the end of another plush carpet outside under a canopy which sheltered them from the storm that had brewed. The Sultan Salim was awaiting them just outside the canopy, his obesity saddled upon a horse.
“I just wanted to say congratulations on your purchase,” said the Sultan.
“This was no purchase,” Aaron said angrily. “This is my wife and soul mate and she is a free woman!”
“My deepest apologies Madam,” said the Sultan with great respect. “I wish you both much happiness.”
Helena cast a cold stare upon the Sultan; one of total disgust. Such a stare would have probably cost her her life just moments before prior to her new found freedom.
“Let’s go!” the sultan shouted angrily to his slave girls as they walked behind his horse barefoot on the muddy, rain soaked ground. Helena was shocked to see that one of his girls was none other than Drusilla, whom he had just purchased. She was walking; a chain running to each of her feet, naked, bent over burdened with the weight of a large sac containing many artifacts the sultan had acquired at other auctions. Her legs were already coated with mud. In her plot to see Helena purchased by the Sultan she had only succeeded in allowing herself to be sold to him and reuniting Helena with her true love.
Behind Drusilla, shouting at her was the Sultan’s high slave. “Hurry up ugly girl, it’s not that heavy. If you work well after you’re branded we might take the chains off of you and give you a rag to wear!” There was laughter from the other slave girls. “Our master will certainly want to get to know you better tonight!” the high slave spoke to which there was more laughter.
As the women slogged by the high slave impatiently shoved Drusilla; knocking her off balance and causing her to splatter into the mud at Helena’s feet. Drusilla; naked, drenched and filthy looked up from the slimy ground and saw Helena wearing the finest silks and in the arms of a powerful, handsome and loving man.
“Please help me Helena!” she pleaded with tears in her eyes.
Helena looked down upon her with pity but knew she could do nothing for her.
The high slave immediately slapped Drusilla sharply across the face. “You don’t speak without permission, do you understand ugly girl; now get up!” she said as she kicked her. Drusilla staggered away in tears as the high slave kicked her again. Helena watched Drusilla in pity; knowing that her future was to be a frightful one. The high slave turned to Helena and Aaron and knelt before them.
“I’m very sorry for that slaves behavior, she will be severely punished,” said the high slave.
“Please don’t be harsh with her,” Helena replied.
The high slave departed. Aaron gave his servants instructions not to be disturbed. He informed them that this woman was his wife and that she was to be respected as he was. He instructed them that they would be traveling back to his ocean estate the next day and that his search was over. He gently led Helena back into the tent and closed the flaps.
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After four years the two of them were now alone as her husband dimmed all the candles but one. He removed his robes as she released her gown. She regarded his body as it had been so long since they were together. He had only been a boy when he had left her loving arms. His time in the war, the prison camp and as a mercenary afterwards had sculpted his physique into a beautifully shaped mass of bulging muscles. She embraced him and caressed the scars that had been permanently and cruelly flogged into his back at the prison camp. He had endured far more pain than she had from the mild female lashes and switches in which she received in the harem. Various other scars from his many adventures were littered across his handsome physique which she gently traced with her fingers; trying to familiarize herself with her husband’s body again.
He looked upon her; she had just been a girl when he had gone off to fight. Now, four years later her body had blossomed into the most exciting form of womanhood that he could’ve imagined. Even his dreams of her did not equal the real life beauty in which she now possessed. He had revealed to her that he had been faithful. Despite many temptations he never forgot the promise he made to her on their wedding day. He had sworn to remain loyal until either that terrible day came when it was proven that she was no more or the wonderful, joyous day they were sharing now.
He wondered if the experience of the harem had changed her. Would she still be the same person who he had once loved so deeply? Would she be hardened and bitter from years of torment and enslavement? Would she still be the Helena that he had given his heart to and the woman that had once enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh so adamantly or had the harem forever tainted those thoughts and desires for her?
As he worried for her, she was at the same time worrying for him. As she continued to stroke his body while they looked into each other’s eyes she began to ponder. Would this innocent boy whom she had fallen in love with be traumatized by the war, the torture of the prison camp and the aftermath? Was he still the same person that she had laughed with when they were both almost still c***dren and believed the world was a beautiful place where no harm could come to them?
As they looked into each others eyes, he smiled. Instantly all the worry and uncertainty vanished from her mind. This was indeed her husband, the boy she had fallen in love with; it was his smile, his handsome face that cherished her. She immediately smiled back as she quickly removed all uncertainty from him as well. There was no need for anymore anguish; he could feel her love for him and he would never let any harm come to her again. He was very skilled with a sword and many other weapons and his strong arms would protect her. The world had done its worst to crush both of them, but they had survived and endured and were now victorious.
She could see his generous manhood swelling as she kissed him passionately. She shivered with excitement as he ran his hands along the globes of her heavy breasts. The feeling was intoxicating; far more intense than she had ever fantasized about in the years of being imprisoned in the frustrating confines of the chastity belt. She gently groped at his body while he breathed heavily as he stroked her full hips.
Even though she had never before used the many techniques she had been taught in the harem; she still remembered them all. There were many ancient secrets, many sensual massages she had learned from foreign lands and it would be his body and his body alone that would be the recipient of those pleasures from this day forward. She would bring his embattled, muscled and scarred body back to life with her caresses. She would take immense pleasure from his male body and greatly enjoy fulfilling his needs and desires as well. She had learned many exotic dances and she would enjoy performing them for her new audience of one. He was a real man who didn’t need to demean or purchase women but instead had won her love with his heart.
He took her in his arms gently and carried her to the bed. She felt light as a feather in his strong arms as she pressed her face into his mighty chest and felt safer then she had in years. There would be many nights of intense lust ahead. They had years to make up for and each of them possessed the desire, the skill and most importantly the love that would make those nights ahead and this night so beautifully passionate. As he placed her softly upon the silk sheets she smiled to him. He reached over to blow out the final candle as he didn’t wish to cast their shadows upon the fabric of the tent for outsiders to see. He was free of the prison camp and she was free of the harem and their lovemaking would be tender and private.
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