The Captive Flesh (22 page)

Unable to contain herself any longer, Marietta leaned forward as Kasim's head lolled against her. His face was contorted by the strength of his climax. She pressed her mouth to his, drawing his moans into her, circling his warm tongue with her own. For a moment Kasim responded, kissing her deeply, grinding his hard mouth on to hers. She felt such exaltation that it seemed her soul would fly free. Kasim lifted one hand and cupped the back of her head.

Quickly, Gabriel spat into his hand and rubbed the ejaculate around the end of his cock. He was already in position. Easing Kasim's tight buttocks apart he nudged his lubricated tip towards the secret mouth he so desired. Before Kasim had recovered from the afterglow of his climax, Gabriel was inside him. The hot flesh-ring closed around him, scraping deliciously against the rim of his plum. Gabriel sank forward with a moan of triumphant delight.

‘And … now the … slave becomes the master,' Gabriel ground out through clenched teeth.

Kasim jerked back against Marietta, seeming to rise up with a great straining of his back muscles. She regained her balance with difficulty, while Kasim wrenched his head away and gave a growl of pain. Confused and still drowsy with passion Marietta looked down and saw with horror that Gabriel was pressed up hard against Kasim's buttocks.

Gabriel's face was taut as he thrust deeply into Kasim's body.

‘How do you dare …?' Kasim cried, his face consumed with rage.

Selim, watching, gave a cry of dismay and rushed forward, ready to pull his rebellious slave off Kasim. Kasim clenched his teeth.

‘No! Leave him!'

Gabriel laughed triumphantly. He spoke softly so that only Kasim and Marietta heard. ‘Like it, do you? How long is it since anyone used you like this? Or this?'

Swiftly he grabbed Kasim's legs and slung them over his shoulders. One huge arm, pressed on Kasim's stomach, holding him down, and stopping him from twisting away. Kasim began to pant as Gabriel rotated his hips and worked away at him ever more strongly. Marietta braced herself to take the extra weight. Kasim was forced back against her breasts, again and again, as his whole body jerked with the force of Gabriel's onslaught.

Kasim's cock, which had begun to subside, stood up more strongly than before. It was forced down against his body as Gabriel leaned into him. Gabriel's stomach rubbed against Kasim's erect cock as he tensed and drew back, then thrust forward again. Kasim's penis beat against his own stomach.

Kasim set himself to suffer the ordeal. He was strong, but not strong enough in the position he lay in to throw Gabriel off. Though his face was deeply flushed with shame, his eyes soon became hooded with a sort of grim pleasure. All at once Kasim shuddered as his pleasure crested and broke for a second time. He gasped and moaned as a thin trickle of seed seeped from his penis and was soon absorbed between his and Gabriel's bellies.

At last, with a great cry, Gabriel emptied himself. He hunched over Kasim, bracing his weight on his arms. Sweat pearled his brow and his mouth hung open as he drew in great lungfuls of air. For a moment, as if in submission, he laid his cheek against Kasim's heaving chest. When he looked up again the marks of the tuniclacings were imprinted on his cheek. The clear grey eyes burned into Kasim's.

‘Is not submission a sweet drug, my lord?' he whispered.

Kasim seized Gabriel's long hair in one lightning swift movement. He dragged Gabriel close, his fingers curled like claws around his head, and kissed him hard on the mouth. When Gabriel pulled away his bottom lip was marked by one bright bead of blood.

‘For that stolen delight you shall pay, many times over,' Kasim said icily, ‘and it shall be my pleasure to watch as you are punished.'

Consternation broke out amongst the guests as Selim dragged Gabriel away from Kasim. Marietta helped Kasim to his feet and draped his robe around his shoulders. Then she stood back a little. In all the drama of Gabriel's unexpected attack, Kasim had forgotten her completely. Their brief contact had been eclipsed totally by Gabriel's actions. Her disappointment was bitter. Her lips seemed to have retained the impression of that one burning kiss and she was furious with Gabriel for stealing Kasim from her.

But her own feelings paled as she saw how furious Gabriel's master was. Selim was white to his lips. His full cheeks wobbled, his hands were clasped together, and he seemed to be having difficulty in controlling himself. He spat curses at Gabriel who knelt before him in the posture of submission.

‘After all I have done for you, this is how you repay
me! You ingrate, you … you snake! You'll not eat for a week.'

Gabriel's chin was lowered, his face hidden. He spoke no word in his own defence. Marietta felt suddenly very afraid for Gabriel, though she admired his spirit. If only she had the courage to be so rebellious.

‘I … I am mortified, my friend,' Selim stammered, turning to face Kasim, ‘that this slave should so insult you! And in your own house. Oh, I could weep for the shame of it. I feel this as a blow to myself, to my honour. I must make reparation at once. We have been friends, business partners, for so long. What can I do to atone for this … this … wretch's actions?'

Kasim walked slowly over to Gabriel and looked down at him. There was silence in the room. Kasim smiled, long and lazily.

‘You can sell this slave to me,' he said.

The deal was swiftly made and Selim took his leave of Gabriel.

‘I shall miss you, Gabriel. But by my honour, you leave me no choice. I am forced to sell you. Be sure that you atone for your behaviour. And be as loyal to Kasim as you have been to me.'

Selim glanced at Kasim and said quietly, ‘It is well that we shall continue to do business together. I value your custom. One thing only … Perhaps you will bring Gabriel to see me when you visit?'

‘I will do, certainly,' Kasim said shortly. ‘Fare you well, old friend.'

Selim departed almost at once, taking with him his entourage of slaves and many of the other guests.

Gabriel watched his old master leave. His face was expressionless, but his hands were clenched into fists. In his own way Selim had been a good master. What was he to expect now? Well, it was too late for regrets. He remained kneeling in the submissive posture, waiting for his new master to order his actions.

Kasim played the host to his remaining guests. Leyla, Marietta and Claudine mingled amongst them, handing round water pipes and tobacco. Kasim gave Gabriel over to the guards.

‘Tell the body slaves that he is to be washed and groomed and fitted with a gold collar – the one set with grey quartz and citrines. Also, fit him with a waist chain. His hands are to be fastened behind his back
until his obedience is assured. When he is ready take him to the small bedchamber. Restrain him there. I will follow shortly.'

While Marietta moved amongst the last few guests she thought of Gabriel. She was worried that the guards might torment him, even force him to pleasure them. It was known that guards delighted in using the choicest slaves whenever they could get them alone. No doubt Kasim knew this and allowed it. But she comforted herself with the thought that Gabriel was too valuable for them to actually harm him.

Some time later, as Kasim began seeing each guest out, he called her over.

‘Go through that archway and down the corridor to my bedchamber. Wait for me there.'

Her heart beat fast. Gabriel would be there by now. What was Kasim planning? She entered the small richly decorated room. It smelt of lilies and incense. Red and gold tiles covered the walls. A platform bed, upholstered and curtained in red velvet, dominated the room. There were a few wooden chests, some brass tables and an exquisite carpet, also red with gold fringing. Apart from this the room was bare. It had an air of intimacy. She sensed Kasim's preference in the colour scheme. Was this where he had brought Claudine? She imagined their bodies entwined on the red velvet covering and was surprised by the sudden hot flare of jealousy.

Gabriel sat against one wall on a bench. He was naked. His neck was encircled by a gold collar. A chain, clipped to the collar, secured him to a ring set in the tiled wall. Around his waist was a thick gold chain. His skin looked pink from the bath and gleaming from a fresh application of scented oil. The long blond hair hung to his shoulders in damp waves.

He did not speak as she walked over to him, but she sensed his surprise at finding her there. They held each other with their eyes.

‘Kasim sent you?' he said.

She nodded. ‘I am to wait here for him.' After a moment she asked, ‘You knew that it was dangerous to cross him. Why did you do it?'

Gabriel smiled. ‘I don't know. Perhaps the devil was in me. Perhaps to be with you.'

Marietta coloured. ‘But you took such a risk. Kasim will not tolerate disobedience in any form. He could have ordered you to be beaten publicly. How did you know that he would buy you?'

‘Because he is not done with tormenting me. Or you. He desired us both. Did you not know that? He wishes to watch us together. He will force you to use me, as he planned to do earlier.'

‘How so?'

‘Did you not see the phallus-harness? Surely you know what use he would put it to.'

Marietta shook her head.

Gabriel smiled. ‘You have never worn such a thing? I did not expect to find one so innocent in the house of Kasim. You are charming, Marietta, and worth the risk I took. If I could reach you,' he indicated his chained wrists, ‘I would kiss your sweet mouth and explore that innocence until you begged me to stop—'

‘Then it is well that you are secured!' Kasim said, striding into the room. In his hand he held the object Gabriel had referred to. ‘And you read me well. No doubt you thought you could avoid the public humiliation of having Marietta use you. But no one escapes my will. Ever. I have simply decided to view the deed in private.'

Gabriel's eyes grew hard. ‘Why humiliate the
woman? Beat me if you must. Use me however you wish. But leave her alone.'

‘How gallant,' Kasim sneered. ‘Oh, I shall beat you. But that alone would not be punishment enough. Besides, I would not deny myself the sight of Marietta's lovely body as she toils over you.'

While he spoke he had been loosening the chain that secured Gabriel to the wall. He allowed just enough slack so that Gabriel could be made to kneel and bend forward over a wooden chest. Gabriel's chained hands rested in the small of his back. With his heel Kasim nudged Gabriel's legs apart. He placed a stinging slap on the tight, rounded bottom.

‘Spread those knees and buttocks. Wider. Split that crease for me. You are mine now. Display yourself as you have been trained to do.'

Gabriel grunted and struggled, while Kasim laughed. ‘You are not eager for this chastisement? You amaze me. For surely you know that Marietta will be punished too if she does not obey me – or if you do not comply. Do you wish that? From what I have seen of you I thought you cared about her.'

At once Gabriel stopped resisting. He pressed his stomach to the wooden chest, opened his legs as wide as possible, and arched his back.

‘Beat me then – master,' he said with derision.

‘Shall I use the belt or the switch?' Kasim said equably. ‘No. My hand I think. I shall relish the feel of your flesh as it warms and trembles under my hand.'

Kasim spanked Gabriel across the buttocks and the backs of his thighs until the taut flesh was a deep pink. Now and then he paused to admire the colour, then began again. Each slap landed squarely, sounding crisp and hard. Gabriel's flesh quivered. After some time he began crying out. The sounds seemed forced from him,
each one muffled behind closed teeth. He flinched as each slap connected, but he did not try to pull away, nor to close his thighs.

Marietta felt a movement deep inside as she gazed on Gabriel. Those bulging thighs were turning a deep shade of red. His shadowed flesh-valley gaped obscenely. She found it impossible to look away. There was the puckered bottom-mouth, pink and clean, surrounded by damp blond curls. It looked so vulnerable, a velvet aperture in the midst of the hard flesh of his rosy buttocks. The sounds of the slaps, the spectacle of Gabriel as he strained for control, trying to bite back his cries and failing, aroused her strongly.

Kasim took a long time over the spanking. He was breathing hard and rubbing his sore palms together when he stopped.

‘You are lucky the beating was so restrained, Gabriel. Another master would have used the strap on you. Remain as you are, but take a moment to savour the sweet pain. I must ready Marietta. What a pretty boy she will make.'

Marietta dragged her eyes away from Gabriel. She waited, chin lowered, for Kasim's instructions. So Gabriel had been right. She was to be part of his punishment.

‘Come here,' Kasim said. ‘Open your thighs so that I can put this on you.'

He held out the phallus-harness and she saw it in detail for the first time. The harness was made of black leather. Set in the centre of a curved, triangular pad was an enormous erect phallus of black, leather-covered wood.

‘This is a fitting punishment, is it not? He will remember what happens if he disobeys me after you use this on him!'

Marietta shrank inwardly at the sight of the harness and at the thought of what Kasim wanted her to do. The phallus looked impossibly huge. Surely Gabriel could not admit the whole of it into his body. The thought of wearing the thing horrified her. She hung back, but knew that there was no point in refusing. If she did, Kasim would chastise her and then force her to the act anyway, willing or not.

‘So?' Kasim said.

Marietta squatted slightly and parted her knees so that Kasim could position the harness. His hands brushed almost affectionately across her pubic curls.

‘Your obedience pleases me. You will enjoy this, Marietta. You do not wish to, I know. But I wish it. I want to see you pleasuring yourself – unable to control the sensations that flood your loins. See? There is a cunning little protuberance on the inside of this pad.'