The Captive Flesh (23 page)

She shivered, thinking that she could never find enjoyment in shaming Gabriel in such a way. But Kasim was right again. Her pleasure was assured. Looking down, she saw the slim, elongated oval shape that stood proud of the leather pad. As Kasim pressed the harness close to her pubis, her flesh-lips were opened and forced to settle around the protuberance. The cool contact of the leather, pressing directly against her oiled inner-flesh, sent a shock of pleasure deep into her.

Kasim pulled one shaped strap through Marietta's legs, fitting it closely to the crease of her bottom, and fastened it to the thick strap that encircled her waist.

‘You see, Marietta, everything comes to pass as I plan it. When I wish to withhold pleasure, you are denied it. When I wish you to feel pleasure, as now, you will do so. Despite your resistance, your repugnance for this act, you will feel the most exquisite delight as the leather slides against your oiled sex.
Gabriel too will enjoy what you do to him, precisely because it is you who does it. And I shall enjoy watching, knowing how much Gabriel hates me for forcing this humiliating delight on him! Are we not all performers in the same dance?'

Marietta's cheeks were flushed poppy red. It was true. She could not help the feeling, the warmth throbbing richly between her thighs. The phallus-harness fitted so closely, rubbed so maddeningly against her pleasure bud, that she knew she would not be able to contain herself for long. The shaped strap pressed tightly along the length of her crease, holding her bottom-mouth firmly against the cool leather. The thick buckled strap constricted her waist, so that below it her hips seemed to flare out more prominently than ever. All that tightness, that hard leather containing her flesh, made her feel vulnerable.

The sweet feeling of submission began to rise in her belly. Her desire, which had been held in check for so long, kindled anew. She felt ready to explode right now.

Kasim ran his long fingers down the curve of her hip and over the tight leather straps. He tugged playfully on the huge faux penis that jutted up lewdly in front of her, smiling when a spasm passed over her face.

‘Now you must get to work. Go gently at first.' He pressed a small pot into her hand. ‘Use this oil to ease the way for Gabriel. I do not want him damaged. My new slave will provide me with many hours of pleasure.'

Kasim folded his arms and stood back to watch as Marietta unstoppered the jar. She dipped her fingers into the oil and smeared the leather object until it gleamed.

‘Good. Now anoint Gabriel. Work the oil well into him. Push your fingers inside him. That's the way.'

Marietta knelt down behind Gabriel. He made no sound as she rubbed the oil around and inside his anus. The blond curls, lining his flesh-valley, glistened with excess oil. Runnels of it ran down the insides of his thighs.

‘That's enough. Enter him,' Kasim said hoarsely. He had positioned himself to one side of Gabriel so that he could see clearly.

Marietta edged forward. Holding on to the shaft of the phallus, she nosed the enormous bulb towards the tight pink mouth. Carefully she pressed inwards. Gabriel gasped and thrust back and out, causing his anus to open around the tip of the leather staff. Making tiny thrusting movements with her hips, Marietta eased the head inside Gabriel.

Gabriel grunted and tossed his head back. His shoulders rose and fell as he drew in deep breaths.

‘Lean into him, Marietta. Bury the shaft fully,' Kasim ordered.

‘Wait!' Gabriel said. ‘For pity's sake. Take it slowly!'

Kasim laughed dryly. ‘Better do as he says, Marietta. Besides, I wouldn't want this to be over too quickly.'

Marietta continued to work the huge phallus inside Gabriel. It was difficult to control the thrusting of her hips. The pleasure of the now warm and slick leather, sliding up and down her wet channel, was intense. She felt the urge to work her hips back and forth, to thrust deeply into Gabriel, until the pleasure built to breaking point.

Half of the thick shaft was now buried in him. He held himself very still and seemed to be holding his breath. The oiled bottom-mouth was stretched widely around the black leather. She circled his orifice with
her oiled fingers, scratching gently between his legs at the firm pad above his balls. The pad was hard, pushed out by the pressure of the leather shaft. The balls were tight, the skin around them shrunk to velvet tautness. Marietta grasped Gabriel's cock-stem. She squeezed it hard as she pushed the leather a little further into him.

Gabriel's back was rigid. Every muscle stood out across his shoulders. He turned his face to the side, with difficulty, and she saw how his mouth was stretched over his teeth.

The sight of his troubled beauty spurred her on. Suddenly she wanted to plumb the depths of his shame. To make him tremble with passion as she was doing. She pumped his erect cock, using firm strokes until his breath came fast and his hips began to work.

Then she could hold back no longer. She let go of Gabriel's shaft. Her own passion demanded her full attention. She placed her hands firmly on Gabriel's buttocks. The heat of them seared her palms as she squeezed the flesh. So hot, so delicious. She could not help making a convulsive jerk forward. The phallus slipped in further.

Gabriel's buttocks trembled, and he gave a groan. She slid the leather object the whole way into him. The triangular pad dripped with oil. Hot bottom-flesh was pressed to her belly. Powerful reddened thighs were pressed to her cool legs.

All control deserted her now. She had been kept on heat for so long. The need to climax was all consuming. She ignored Gabriel's moans as she thrust into him, again and again. The tight strap around her waist dug into her, compressing her, forcing all feeling downwards. The shaped protuberance rubbed back and forth across her erect bud. She bent over Gabriel's body, her hips working obscenely, not caring that Kasim saw.

There was only the feeling of building pleasure. As she made rapid, shallow thrusts, the strap between her buttocks pressed on her bottom-mouth. Her moisture had soaked the leather, making it hot and slippery. Soon. Oh, soon. She could hardly bear it.

Then she felt Kasim's arms encircle her. His mouth was at her neck, biting gently into the skin.

‘You are beautiful, my Marietta. How does it feel to use a man this way? Is power a more potent drug than submission? Tell me truly. For I would know your secret thoughts. Perhaps I shall indulge them. Are you ready to be a master instead of a slave?'

‘No … no, my lord,' she gasped, on the very brink of dissolving, suddenly not at all clear about what she wanted.

The thin strong body bending over hers, the contained hardness of his cock rubbing against her thighs, drew a fresh wave of sweet surrender from her. Kasim's scent enveloped her, his lips burned her skin. This was what she wanted. How long could she continue to fight the knowledge?

Kasim's long fingers pinched her nipples, milking them gently outwards into hard pink teats. She groaned as he turned her head towards him and claimed her mouth. And this time his kiss was all for her. The taste of him filled her. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, and nipped gently at her under-lip. Her whole body tensed. Now. The shattering waves of pleasure broke over her and she cried out at the intensity of it. The feeling seemed to go on and on. The pleasure of being plundered by Kasim's lips and tongue added an almost unbearable note to her climax. Dimly she was aware that Gabriel too cried out. The three of them were locked in fleshly combat. For a moment everything went dark, then she heard Kasim calling
her name. She had slumped across Gabriel's broad back. His chained hands dug into her stomach.

‘Come away now, Marietta,' Kasim said, freeing the phallus. ‘It has been an exhausting day for you. I am pleased with you, my treasure. Now it is time for you to return to the harem. You can bathe, rest. I will visit you soon.'

Kasim clapped his hands and a slave appeared at once. She helped Marietta to unbuckle the harness. Marietta looked back at Gabriel who still lay bent over the wooden chest.

‘Do not concern yourself about Gabriel,' Kasim said. ‘You have punished him enough for now. Quite beautifully in fact. He is now my body slave. You are not likely to see him again. Ever.'

Gabriel got painfully to his feet. His muscles were cramped, his reddened thighs and buttocks burned, and his anus felt scaldingly tight and sore. A trail of semen marked his thigh, where his pleasure had spilled past the pain barrier and he had lost control. The huge phallus had stretched him wide, filling him with a wonderful sensation of helplessness, devastating in its purity.

The leather straps had scraped his buttocks and balls as Marietta thrust into him as strongly as any man. She was cruel in her passion. He wondered how long Kasim had starved her. Near to climaxing, she had bent over him and, for the briefest moment, he had felt her breasts graze his back. Her hard nipples had brushed against his skin, causing him to draw in his breath sharply.

That was the moment when his passion matched hers, but he was sure that Marietta had hardly noticed him by then. She was too absorbed in her own release and in Kasim's attentions. Gabriel felt cheated. He
wanted so much more of Marietta. He wanted to stroke her mane of silver-blonde hair; tell her that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; he wanted to see those clear blue eyes turn drowsy with passion; then there was her body …

Their few moments chatting together, before Kasim arrived, had been so brief. The erotic tableau that Kasim had forced upon them had been brief also, but intensely pleasurable. He had hoped that Kasim might order him to pleasure Marietta while he watched. Now he realised that Kasim would gain no pleasure from watching Marietta sigh in his, Gabriel's, arms. It was plain that Kasim had decided to keep the two of them apart from now on.

Gabriel smiled grimly, finding little pleasure in the clear indication that Kasim must therefore count him as a rival. He did not think that Kasim felt threatened by any man. He was too sure of himself for that. Perhaps it was part of Kasim's plan to punish him. Who knew what went on in the convolutions of his new master's mind?

‘You are nicely broken in,' Kasim said to Gabriel, unbuckling his belt. ‘And I do not feel ready to seek my bed. Show me how you can work those fine buttocks against my belly, Gabriel, and I might – only might – consider letting you watch Marietta while she is being bathed. On the bed now. Press your face to the cover and open yourself for me.'

It was not much to hang on to, Marietta at her bath. But it was enough for now. Gabriel's eyes filled as he pressed his belly to the velvet and presented his sore buttocks to his new master. If there was a way, he would have Marietta. Whatever he had to do to get her, he'd do it.

He did not wince as Kasim applied more oil to his
flesh. The velvet prickled his chest and belly. He leaned down and held his bottom-cheeks apart with his hands.

‘So you are now an obedient slave?'

‘As you wish, my lord.'

‘We have permission to go on a picnic!' Leyla informed Marietta and Claudine.

Marietta was wearing a short tunic of silver brocade over sheer trousers of blue silk. The trousers had separate legs, attached to a waistband and leaving the crotch free, so that her unique fleece might be displayed by merely parting her thighs. Leyla made sure that Marietta was always dressed this way. If Kasim were to visit unannounced he would see that his orders had been observed.

‘A picnic? How wonderful. It seems so long since we saw anything but the walls of the harem,' Claudine said.

Marietta looked up and smiled at her friend. Her arms were full of lilies which she had been picking to decorate the low chest in her curtained bed space.

‘You have only to put on outer veils and gloves. Everything is ready. Come,' said Leyla.

Marietta lay back in the grass of the riverbank and closed her eyes.

The sunlight brought out patterns on the insides of her eyelids. It was warm and the breeze smelt of the river. On the far bank was a domed pavilion. Boats passed to and fro on the calm water.

Marietta supported herself on one arm and sipped at a glass of boza, a fermented barley drink, served cool and sprinkled with cinnamon. The other women, screened by the trees, had slipped off their shoes and were paddling in the shallows. Female guards stood
some way off, smiling indulgently and chatting amongst themselves.

Marietta looked around at everyone enjoying themselves and wondered why she did not feel like joining them. Perhaps it was because the river, the sight of the boats and the people waving, reminded her of the freedom she once possessed. She realised how long she had been in the harem and thought of all the luxury she was surrounded by: the beautiful women who were her friends; all the new pleasures she had been taught; the wonderful clothes and jewels she wore. But all of that was unimportant. It was her relationship with Kasim that was central to her.

Kasim had not been to the harem since the night of the banquet, a week ago. She had sensed that things were changing between them. There had been an imperceptible shift in the role of master and slave; the distinction seemed to grow ever more blurred. When Kasim kissed her, she thought she glimpsed a new possibility – and then there was Gabriel.

Now she was confused. Yes, she desired Gabriel, as did Kasim. But Gabriel was not Kasim. Gabriel did not prompt her to such depths of sweet anguish. In all his golden beauty there was no hint of the shadow-beast that lurked in Kasim's character. The shadow-beast that was mirrored in her own psyche. If only Gabriel were allowed to pleasure her; the fire would soon be slaked, she felt sure.

But Kasim in his jealousy was cruel. He kept Gabriel from her deliberately. And it seemed that now Kasim had withdrawn his presence from her also. Perhaps he had simply lost interest in her. If so, then the focus of her life in the harem was gone. How ironic. She was his prisoner. Without him, she was still a prisoner of her emotions. Her life seemed filled with confusion.
She turned on to her stomach and nibbled on a grass stem. Around her the laughter of the women sounded like broken glass on the breeze.