The Captive Flesh (18 page)

‘She has not been pleasured by anyone or herself? You are certain of this? Was she watched during sleep?'

‘Yes, my lord. Though she burns she has not been sated.'

‘Good. Very good. The banquet is tomorrow night. I want her hot and ready. She has completed her training as I ordered?'

‘Yes, my lord,' Leyla answered. ‘As you have seen these past weeks, she has been diligent.'

‘Diligent? Hmmm. But is she obedient enough I wonder. I would test her. On your knees, Marietta,' he ordered suddenly. ‘Show me how you would pleasure a man with your mouth.'

Kasim made himself comfortable on a divan and sipped at a glass of cherry sherbet.

Marietta arranged herself into the required position: shoulders back, hands linked behind her, and her knees spread widely apart. Leyla stood to one side, holding a carved ivory phallus. Kasim watched closely as Marietta opened her mouth and took the head of the phallus between her lips. Trying not to think of his dark eyes on her, Marietta worked her mouth up and down the object. She closed her eyes briefly, concentrating on performing as she had been taught. I must make my lips loose, peel them back over the rim of the plum, then suck gently as I slide my mouth down the shaft.

‘Sit up straight,' Kasim ordered. ‘Thrust out those breasts.'

The gold chain tightened around her waist and bit
into her flesh-valley as Marietta obeyed. Her buttocks too were thrust out by her position. She felt intensely vulnerable, knowing that Kasim was gazing on all the secret parts of her body. The fine open-work mesh fitted closely to her mound, outlining rather than concealing the shape of her sex.

Kasim admired the look of it. ‘Your pretty curls protrude through the mesh and I can see the shadow of your parted flesh-lips. It really is tantalising. Perhaps I shall imprison your breasts in this way too. Ah, how lovely they would look with their fullness contained and yet revealed, with your nipples pushing against the gold mesh. The metal would chafe and excite them …'

Marietta lowered her chin, concentrating on sucking the phallus. She closed her eyes against the sudden intensity of his face. An image of Kasim pleasuring Claudine flashed into her head. Claudine knew how his full mouth tasted, his skin, his cock … Claudine had seen those hard dark eyes brighten with desire for her. Marietta felt consumed by a mixture of emotions.

Kasim watched her silently as she drew the thick pale shaft in and out of her mouth. His face was unreadable. She gave a little shiver. Perhaps he would wish her to practise on him? Her cheeks warmed with anticipation. How would he taste? She longed for the scent of his skin in her nostrils; for the feel of him under her hands, her lips.

She was damp already between her thighs. For days she had been aroused, shadowed by the presence of the horrid little cage clasped so firmly around her. The pressure of it was both a deterrent and a potent reminder of her leashed sexuality.

The ivory phallus had warmed in her mouth. It felt smooth and so hard. She circled it with her tongue and
flashed Kasim a look from the tail of her eye. The gold chain, pulled tight between her buttocks, began rubbing at her as she moved slightly. Never had her body seemed so beyond her control. Never had she hungered so for anyone's touch …

Kasim laughed suddenly. ‘She is ready. Almost. You have done well, Leyla. Make her beautiful. I will return for the final preparation.'

Marietta spent hours in the hammam being steamed, scrubbed with pumice and massaged. Every part of her, except her sex, was stroked and kneaded. Exotic perfumes were rubbed into her skin with long and languorous strokes.

The intimate attentions were a form of torture to her. The weeks of training, the teasing and spankings had stirred her to a fever pitch of arousal. Leyla watched her carefully, gauging her reactions. Marietta felt an echo of her own leashed torment in the Turkish woman's demeanour. Only Kasim's express orders had stopped them exploring each other's bodies in the dark scented night.

Marietta held her breath when the mesh cage was removed so that her sex might be cleansed.

‘Draw up your legs and hold your knees apart,' Leyla said.

Marietta did so, feeling Leyla's dark eyes on her. Warm scented water was poured over her open flesh-lips. Marietta almost moaned aloud, filled with unbearable tension. Her hips began to work as she strained towards the warm, caressing, flow. Leyla ordered the slave to stop pouring.

‘Direct the water away from the bud of pleasure,' Leyla said.

The stream was redirected when Marietta had
gained control. She almost wept with frustration. Leyla only smiled and kissed her lightly on the mouth. ‘I understand. I feel it too. But the waiting is almost over. Now we must decorate your body.'

Marietta felt a sweet heavy ache as her pubic curls were brushed, teased, and oiled until they stood out in a glistening curly halo.

‘I regret having to do this,' Leyla said softly as she replaced the gold mesh between Marietta's thighs and secured it to the waist chain. She fluffed out the golden curls so that they protruded around the sides and top of the mesh.

‘Only Kasim can order the cage's removal. Take care that you please him when he next orders it, and he will free you.'

Marietta felt a fierce joy at the thought. When would he order her to pleasure him? What would he make her do? Her thoughts seemed crowded with him. After so much time, when she had seen him only as a fleeting visitor, she longed to be alone with him. For him to take her to his apartments. Perhaps to secure her wrists to that slim marble pillar …

She sat still while her nipples were rouged; her hands and feet decorated with henna. Then her hair was brushed out so that it hung free in a cascade of silver curls. The tresses were perfumed with musk-rose oil, then threaded with gold chains and looped with ropes of pearls.

When Marietta was ready, Kasim came into the harem. At a sign from him Marietta assumed the posture of submission. Without a word he reached for the chain at her waist and removed the cage.

Then he ordered her to lie on her back on a nearby divan. There was a small knot of excitement in her stomach. She did as he asked, lying back and parting
her legs. He made a small sound of appreciation. Still without speaking he took a small jar and dipped his fingers into it. Then he reached between her legs and began to anoint her with a spicy scented oil. Already aroused, she trembled like a leaf in the wind.

Kasim's dark eyes gleamed and a satisfied smile played over his hard mouth. The touch of his fingers maddened her. The pressure was firm, almost impersonal, but so welcome that she felt her sex-lips become liquid. Her sex felt heavily engorged. She knew that her labia were full and pouting, resembling a firm plum. She closed her eyes, feeling her pleasure mounting. A moment more and she would climax. The tips of Kasim's fingers probed inside her, then brushed lightly over her clitoris, anointing it with the spicy oil.

It was too much. She broke all at once. The waves rolled over her in great wrenching spasms, consuming her, blinding her to everything but the moment.

‘Oh, oh,' she gasped as her womb convulsed. Her thighs closed on Kasim's hand as she rubbed shamelessly on his fingers. His hand closed over her, pinching the lips together hard as if he could stop the pleasure which was only now beginning to ebb. She pressed towards him with a little sob, hearing him curse under his breath, but not caring that she had lost control. It was some moments before she recovered. The afterglow was sweet but brief. Her thighs fell open as lassitude spread over her limbs.

Kasim frowned and withdrew his hand. His mouth was a hard line. Then he smiled and, leaning over, brushed her lips with his. ‘You should be spanked for that loss of control, but I feel generous this night. Besides, I should not have handled you so gently. I will allow you that one moment of delight. Wait … Give me your mouth.'

Marietta lifted her chin and pursed her lips. Kasim swept his finger over her mouth. She tasted sweet spices and her own musk, before her lips grew warm and swollen.

‘Now, get up,' Kasim said.

Only then did she become aware that the whole of her sex and flesh-valley felt warm and tingling, the same as her mouth. Her erect bud throbbed with almost painful intensity. It did not seem possible, but Kasim's touch had brought her to an even more extreme state of heightened arousal. Her release of a moment before had done nothing to assuage her desire.

‘There,' Kasim replaced the lid on the jar. ‘That mixture of spices I rubbed into your sex and mouth will ensure that you remain so hungry for pleasure that you care not who gives it. But your task this night is to
give
pleasure only. All you have to do is obey me. You will hunger, but you will not be eased. See that you hold yourself back. For I warn you, I shall not forgive another lapse. Your pleasure must wait until I order you to take it. Do you understand?'

She managed to nod, her thoughts in a turmoil.

‘Good. The guests are about to arrive. Follow me.'

Kasim's private apartments had been transformed for the banquet.

Candles in stained glass containers cast pools of green, blue and red light on to the rich carpet, while the corners of the large room were in complete darkness. The divans around the central cleared area were filled with guests. Others stood around the room chatting, helping themselves to food from small tables. All the guests were richly dressed in silks and brocades. Jewels flashed from turbans and sashes. Slaves moved
to and fro serving glasses of sherbet from gold and silver trays.

Marietta was displayed prominently, chained to the marble pillar as before, this time in the submissive posture. Guests walked around her, lifting up her long hair, feeling the weight of her breasts, murmuring idle compliments. Now and then she felt the stroke of a thin cane between her legs. Her nipples were stroked until they became erect. The many touches, the small attentions, were light, careless, almost throwaway, as if she were of little account. She suffered them in silence, betraying her reactions by shuddering very slightly. The sense of being worthless was deeply humiliating but exciting too. How did Kasim always know how to reach inside the deepest recesses of her mind and draw her out, expose her darkest desires, and make her ever more naked to him?

She began to long for the casual attentions of the guests, but wished that she could dip her chin so that she need not see their faces. They all looked so smug, so soft with good living. Perhaps she could hide her face with the heavy fall of her hair, but a stiff gold collar set with pearls and moonstones prevented it. The number of people, the noise, terrified her. She had somehow imagined that Kasim would take her to his apartments and use her for his pleasure alone. But she and Claudine were to remain on show, displayed like the prized ornaments they were.

Claudine was chained in similar fashion to the marble pillar opposite. Her friend looked magnificent. She did not look afraid and seemed to be enjoying all the attention. Like Marietta she was naked and arranged in the posture of submission. Above a high collar of gold, set with cornelians and rubies, her chin was thrust out haughtily. The wide golden-brown eyes
flicked over the guests with interest. The thick red-gold hair, threaded with strings of rubies, tumbled over her naked shoulders.

Claudine smiled at Marietta. Her eyes looked dreamy and unfocused. She stretched luxuriously and arched her back. Marietta saw the newly naked sex, the outer lips agape, and the inner flesh hanging down slightly. She saw how red and wet the sex was and realised that Claudine too had been anointed with spicy oil. As Claudine thrust her full breasts forward, Marietta noticed for the first time that Claudine's pale-brown nipples were encircled by gold rings. Somehow the erect nipples had been teased through the tiny rings so that they remained hard. The tender nipple-skin was shiny, elongated into a tiny jutting teat, collared by the unresisting metal.

Though she resisted the thought, Marietta found herself imagining wearing such rings. Could she bear that pressure, the exquisite feeling of constriction? Claudine seemed proud to wear them. Had Kasim forced them on her? His cruelty was unrelenting. Marietta shivered as she remembered his hard fingers working the spicy oil into her secret flesh.

Just then a rather handsome merchant with gold teeth smiled at Marietta, distracting her from studying her friend. Moving aside his full-skirted robe, he stroked the bulge at his groin, at the same time cupping her chin and squeezing her cheeks so that her mouth opened. Marietta blushed violently. The merchant crowed with delight and freed his erect penis, pressing forward so that the tip pressed against her lips.

His cock was long and rather thin. The tip was naked with a pronounced collar of flesh around the plum. As her mouth closed over the warm swollen tip and she began sucking, she lowered her eyelids, glad to shut
out the sight of his shiny red face and lustful eyes. But it seemed that even that luxury was not allowed her. Kasim appeared at her side.

‘Your pardon, my friend,' he said to the merchant, who drew away regretfully, his own hand continuing to pump his cock.

‘Ah, you must chastise this disobedient slave?' The merchant grinned. ‘No matter. I will use the other's mouth.'

Claudine accommodated the merchant's hardness with relish. While he plundered Claudine's throat, the merchant turned his head so that he might watch Kasim's actions.

‘This night you are to look the guests in the eye as you pleasure them,' Kasim said to Marietta.

Marietta was confused. Normally, in the posture of submission, she was made to keep her eyes lowered. She tried to stammer a reply, but her hesitancy was taken for resistance.

‘Do you not answer your master? Then take this for your disobedience,' Kasim rapped, beginning to slap the underswell of her breasts.

He slapped each breast in turn, snapping their weight upwards until they glowed with warmth. Marietta twisted and sobbed as his hand connected again and again. Each time he allowed the breast to drop before he slapped it again, so that the bruising ache added to her torment. She had never been slapped in that way before. It seemed that she was consumed by a mixture of pleasure-pain. Her whole body shook. She squeezed her thighs together and felt her sex pulse as her oiled labia closed together. Her nipples contracted to hard little nubs like pink stones. She began to moan between the sobs, the sound supplicating even to her own ears. Something within her reached out to Kasim.
In his beautiful hard face, the set of his mouth, she sensed that he was highly aroused and she felt glad that she could stir him to such a pitch.