The Sultan`s Concubine 2

Both Tabea and Jelena looked at the man, waiting for him to reveal his great plan. He seemed to have noticed that they were intrigued and he continued:

»Now, you must learn. Turkish language and much more!«

He showed that he hated speaking slowly and in simple words. Obviously, he thought of a way of accelerating the process and finally, he removed their gags and began to ask them about their past.

Since the truth of them both being visitors from the 21st century would have caused either laughter or an accusation of witchcraft, they had agreed on a more plausible back story: Tabea was the daughter of an African slave that had been bought by an English merchant whom she had served as a maid on his voyages through Europe until he had been killed during a holdup the previous year. Since then, she was making a living as a dancer and fortune teller, together with Jelena, who, being a Romany, didn`t need an elaborate background. It was vaguely enough to prevent further investigations and it explained why a Black woman was running around in that part of the world in 1525.

Hakan, however, seemed more interested in getting them to talk, helping them with words and even drawing pictures in the sand if necessary. It was almost like a usual intensive course, except the fact that the pupils were naked, bound and gagged. After some two hours, Hakan breathed and brought some water for each of them. Then, he said:

»Let`s see if you deserve a reward!«

»Well, setting us free would be fine!«, Jelena replied.

»And some clothes!«, Tabea added. Hakan clapped his hands and yelled an order. Some moments later, two of the maids appeared with a large basket. From it, Hakan took an hourglass and a small blackboard. He regagged Jelena and then, he started to talk with Tabea about the weather, their favorite dishes and other small talk whilst the sand slowly ran. He again explained words and helped her to pronounce them, from time to time using the blackboard. Tabea felt quite exhausted as the lesson had ended.

»Well, that was not all bad, little Tabea!«

She scoffed, as he was just her height, but he just gagged her again before rummaging through the basket. First, he produced a large silver ring that he put around her neck. It was crested and looked beautiful, but Tabea knew that the two inches wide ring that encircled her neck was a collar, reminding her of her status as a slave. Hakan took care it was snug, but not too tight and secured it with a padlock before bending over the basket again.

»If that`s a reward, I don`t want to know what he has in store for punishment!«

He now held another silver-plated item that looked like a metal thong. He tied the belt around Tabea`s waist and she realized what the dangling thing in front of her pubic mound was: a chastity belt.

She knew that such belts were more an erotic phantasy than a historical fact, but this thing could be nothing else. It consisted of a curved triangular patch with small holes in it and where it would be between her legs, it had a bigger opening that would allow her to pee, but would prevent anyone from sticking a finger – or anything else – through it. At the end, it had two dangling chains.

Once the belt had been applied, he pressed the patch against her pubic area and reached for the chains from behind. Tabea mmphed with uneasiness and slightly squirmed, but could not prevent being manhandled tis way. However, he did not touch her private parts more than necessary. Instead, he directed the chains around her buttocks before fixing them to the belt, thus encircling her butt with them. Like that, Tabea realized, she would still be able to use the toilet. She gulped. This, together with the silver plating, would allow keeping the belt on her for some time without risking infection or chafing.

With a grin, Hakan snapped against the triangle with his fingers.

»Protection from my men!«

Tabea groaned, but he now took yet another thing from the basket. It were shackles, connected with a chain about one foot in length. These, too, were silver-plated and crested, matching her neck ring. He tied one shackle around Tabea`s right ankle before releasing the rope. Then, he freed her other leg and cuffed her feet, allowing her to stand in a slightly more dignified position, but still restrained.

»Promise you don`t touch your gag and I will free your hands!«

Tabea glanced at Hakan, but then, she nodded. Screaming would not get her anyway, with only Hakan`s men around to hear her. So, when he loosened the ropes, she resisted the urge to pull the cloth from between her jaws. Instead, she sat down and covered her breasts with one arm.

Now, Hakan again turned the hourglass and started his lesson with Jelena. Tabea listened carefully. She knew that as long as they were in captivity, learning Turkish wasn`t the worst idea. She had to admit, however, that Jelena was doing better than her. When the lesson was over, Hakan granted her an »average«.

This did not spare Jelena from being gagged again and she also got a silver neck ring. Tabea felt some compassion as Jelena`s eyes widened when Hakan put her chastity belt in place. She clearly felt the presence of her own between her legs, not painful, not even inconvenient, but reminding her that someone else was controlling that part of her body.

When Jelena`s ankles were cuffed, Hakan once again rummaged through the basket and took a long white silk scarf from it. He slung it around Jelena`s neck, crossed it between her breasts and then put the cloth over her boobs, ignoring her muffled protests. When he knotted the ends off behind Jelena`s back, Tabea could see the cloth was quite transparent and she still could see the aureoles of her friend. Despite this, she felt a bit envious and involuntarily, she pressed her arm closer to cover her own boobs.

Once Jelena`s hands were freed, he told them to follow him inside. Their cuffs only allowed small steps and so, Tabea just looked at the wall longingly before she obeyed.

He led them to a room that looked like a noble bedroom, dominated by a large divan. Next to that, some pillows had been arranged around a low table with a variety of food on it. The four maids were waiting and they helped Tabea and Jelena to sit down. The food smelled delicious and now, they both felt they were hungry. They were allowed to take off their gags and the maids served them and Hakan. Again, he talked to them, but avoided any questions about his mysterious »plan«, promising them more answers the next day.

The food was indeed good and after the meal, the maids even led them to a small toilet where they were given some minutes in privacy. The chamber had little more than a hole in the floor and a jug with water. It had no windows, but a hole in the roof and an incense burner spread some lovely fragrance. There was no way of escaping and Tabea also found out the cuffs were tolerable, but nevertheless could not easily be removed. So, she left the toilet and was reached some soap and water by one of the maids. Then, she waited for Jelena and they were led back to the bedroom.

Here, not only had the dishes been removed, now, a chess game had been placed on the table. In addition, Ibrahim Pasha had arrived. One of the maids, a pretty brunette, was kneeling in front of him, looking on his clenched fists. Tabea frowned as she seemed to hesitate and then kiss his right hand. Ibrahim opened it, revealing a black chess figure: it was the Black Queen. The Grand Vizier caressed the maid`s cheek; then, he threw the white figure from his left hand to Hakan and sat down at the table, beside the black figures.

Hakan placed the White Queen among his other figures and approached Tabea and Jelena.

»You know the game?«

They both nodded. Tabea wasn`t a good player, but she knew the rules. To their surprise, the knotted cloths were shoved back into their mouths and knotted at their napes. In addition, their hands were tied in front of their bellies with silk ropes. Then, Hakan gently, but firmly grabbed Jelena`s arms, pulling the reluctant girl down with him and forcing her to sit between his legs. The Grand Vizier reached out for Tabea and with a sigh, she sank down and placed herself at his lap.

Each man put an arm loosely around »his« girl and Hakan whispered into Jelena`s ear:

»We begin, sweet Jelena!«

»So, she`s the sweet one whilst I am the little one?«, Tabea thought involuntarily. Then, she watched Jelena make her first draw. Tabea looked to Ibrahim Pasha, but obviously, he wanted her to decide on her own.

They both knew that this was more than just a way to pass time, but they kept on playing until Tabea took one of Jelena`s pawns. Hakan smiled and said:

»As you may know, a pawn counts as one; a bishop or a knight count three, a rook five and a Queen nine.«

Nothing followed that explanation, but as the game continued, both men always mentioned the value of any figure taken out of the game.

It turned out that Jelena was a better chess player than Tabea, though she fought and only had to give up after a prolonged battle. Ibrahim accepted the defeat with a shrug and just said:

»Tomorrow`s another day! Now, let`s count!«

The two men quickly offset the figures against each other. It turned out Jelena had taken 14 points more than she had lost.

Without a warning, he grabbed Jelena`s bound wrists and forced her to raise. He pulled her to the wall, tying her hands to a hook, forcing her to stand on tiptoes. Then, he came for Tabea and tied her about one yard away. In her case, he climbed a stool to ensure she had to stretch her limbs and also, she was turned towards the wall, so her bare boobs touched the cold marble.

Tabea saw them approaching Jelena who was squirming and mewing through her gag as they removed her breast cloth. Then, Hakan stepped close to her whilst Ibrahim went over to Tabea.

»Sweet Jelena, you not only won, but you scored 14 points more. In battle, not only victory`s important, but also losses. One!«

He bent forward and kissed Jelena`s right breast.

»One!«, Ibrahim repeated. A minute later, his hand painfully lapped Tabea`s buttock. She reared up and screamed through her gag, but he just stepped on the chain connecting her ankle cuffs to steady her.

Without haste, they continued counting. Each time, Hakan kissed one of Jelena`s breasts whilst Ibrahim spanked Tabea. He only used his bare hand, but he was surprisingly strong and Tabea`s buttocks were tingling when he finally let her go. She bid down on her gag and sniffled, not wanting to give him the pleasure of crying in front of him. Beside her, Jelena was also whimpering slightly, her face so red that even her cleavage showed a pink rash. Hakan now kissed her forehead and whispered:

»If you stop refusing, it will be a reward, sweet Jelena! But you also won the game!«

He took her breast cloth from the ground, but instead of covering Jelena`s boobs with it, he stepped behind Tabea and tightly tied it over her eyes. Then, the Black felt him unhook her bound wrists and bent her arms backwards, pulling them over her head and down her back, forcing her to thrust out her boobs. Like that, he directed her over to Jelena and now, she also felt Ibrahim`s grip. Her gag was removed and then, her head was pushed forward. As she gasped, she felt something soft touch her lips.

»Wha- no! Noouuhmmph!«

The two men kept her in their tight hold, pressing her mouth on Jelena`s breast. Tabea had no other choice than taking the top into her mouth. Involuntarily, her tongue touched the other`s nipple and she heard a whimper.

»She won! Reward her!«

Tabea tried to shake the men off, but to no avail. No matter how she shook her head, there still was the strange breast touching her lips and with horror, Tabea remembered that not long ago, some thugs had forced Jelena to do the same to her. She also remembered how she had reacted to this – involuntarily, but unmistakable.

She relaxed a bit, easing her jaw and trying not to hurt Jelena. Her lips tasted the warmth of her friend`s skin, the taste of the perfumed oil, now mixed with a little bit of sweat. Tabea felt saliva built in her mouth and she gulped, causing Jelena to moan softly as this caused her to suck slightly on her breast.

Her tongue still rested on Jelena`s nipple and when she moved it a bit, she could sense that the other`s nipples were smaller than hers, though Jelena had almost as ample breasts as Tabea. Small buds that now felt a bit harder.

Tabea felt that there was only one way they would let her go: giving Jelena what the men considered a »reward«. She began to move her lips, sucked on the soft flesh and let her tongue play with the hard knop she felt. Jelena moved slightly and again, she heard a moan, but more and more, Tabea got into it. She developed more and more passion, now using her teeth as well. She did not feel that no longer were the men forcing her head against Jelena and when strong hands cupped her own breasts, kneading them, she worked even harder on Jelena.

After some time, she was gently directed to Jelena`s other breast and she continued to lick and kiss her. Now, her friend`s moans had become sighs and her panting was heavily. At the same time, Hakan – or Ibrahim? – or even both? – were still massaging her boobs and even pinching her nipples, causing her to make throaty groans as she pleased Jelena. Then, she was gently pulled back and the blindfold was taken from her.

»Enough for now, little Tabea!«

Hakan gently dabbed some drool from her lip and Tabea stared at Jelena. Her nipples were pointing directly at her, her boobs glistering from sweat and saliva. She looked at Tabea with an expression of bewilderment, horror – and lust. Though she now regained her senses, Tabea still felt warmth between her legs and she knew that Jelena was aroused, too.

It took her some time to fully recover – enough for Hakan to tie her wrists behind her back and to again gag her with the knotted cloth. They led her to the divan and made her lie on her side. A chain from the upper end was fixed to her neck ring and another on from the foot end was connected with her ankle ties, forcing her to remain lying, but allowing her some movement.

»Mhhmmph!«

Jelena was placed opposite to her and fixed at her neck and ankles, too. Then, Hakan took another long scarf and tied it around both girls` waists, forcing them to lie face to face. The noose was tight enough they felt their chastity belts touch and, even worse, even their breasts. Each attempt to change their position only made things worse.

Hakan put a pillow under each girl`s head, kissed their foreheads and said:

»Try to sleep, girls! Tomorrow`s much to do!«

Playfully slapping Tabea`s still slightly tingling butt, they left. She tried to turn to her back, but this only pulled Jelena closer to her. The girl looked at her with big, glancing eyes, obviously short from bursting into tears.

Tabea herself was in turmoil of feelings. Not only had they forced her to humiliate Jelena, they had also touched her. And she had responded to it, both to kissing Jelena`s breasts and to their hands on her own boobs.

The last time a man had touched her, she had at least had the excuse that Androsch had just saved her life – and in addition, he had more or less been one of the good guys. Ibrahim Pasha and Hakan, however, were different. They had molested them just because they could – or because they thought it would fit their ominous plan! Hell, this bastard had spanked her, just for her losing a game of chess!

Involuntarily, she had stiffened whilst considering this and Jelena now shifted slightly, making a nervous sound through her gag. Their boobs rubbed against each other and Tabea sighed. She had no idea whether she or Jelena should feel guilty towards the other. Then, she thought twice:

The only people to feel guilty were Hakan and Ibrahim. They had tried to put a wedge between them, but they would not succeed! Tabea released some tension from her body, cuddling against Jelena. She also twisted her arms and since Jelena did the same, their fingers finally met. Holding each other`s hands, they finally allowed exhaustion to take over and found some sleep.

***

Tabea awoke from a strange sound: a mixture of a faint growling and some high-pitched chirping. She blinked and when she realized she still was naked, gagged and bound to Jelena, she also could make out the source of these sounds. It was Jelena who was still sleeping, snoring faintly through her nose, and the maids who were giggling at that. When they saw Tabea was awake, they greeted her with a warm friendliness and one of them playfully pinched Jelena`s nose to wake her up, too. Then, they began to chatter, ignoring the fact the two captives couldn`t answer yet. They explained them they would release them from their bonds.

It turned out that the promised freedom was limited, as the girls had keys for the chains tying them to the divan and could untie their hands and remove their gags, but they still had their ankles cuffed. So, Tabea had to drop the idea of attacking the maids by surprise, take some of their clothes and run. However, it felt good to take a deep breath without her boobs getting meshed by those of Jelena.

»Perhaps, our captors should consider to differ more between a reward and a punishment!«

»Why, would you have preferred another 50 on your bare butt to kissing my breasts?«, Jelena replied. A moment later, she pressed her hand on her mouth and blushed, but at the same time, she began to giggle and Tabea joined in.

»Well, as long as they don`t slap my boobs whilst forcing me to kiss your butt, I`m fine!«

»In Turkish, please!«

Hakan had stepped by, immediately greeted by the maids as if they were some cheerleaders and he the top quarterback of the team. Tabea noticed that they obviously really liked him. Well, he would have to do more to conquer her heart!

He sent two maids to escort Jelena to the bath and then took a cup of coffee from another servant. Holding it to Tabea, he asked her if she knew the drink. She nodded, enjoying the scent of the drink, and little later, she was given a cup, too.

Again, Hakan encouraged her to do small talk, but avoided other themes than the weather or what they would like to eat for breakfast. Little later, Jelena came back and to Tabea`s surprise, she now had some make-up on and also sported a thin silk tunic. It was sleeveless and short, but she was no longer topless and so, Tabea anticipated her trip to the bath. However, though she was also allowed to wash and presented a variety of creams and lotions, the maids denied her any clothing.

»Hakan Bey said you lost the game!«

With a grunt, Tabea took a towel and wrapped it around her body. However, when she came back, Hakan looked at her. With a gesture, he stopped the girl carrying a tray with bread and fruits on it. Then, he looked at her, slightly shaking his head.

»Really? I won`t get breakfast as long as I am covered?«

Obviously, he had understood her, for he grinned like a school boy.

»What`s ›Fuck you‹ in Turkish?«, she asked angrily.

»Siktir«, Hakan answered, causing the maids to giggle. Even Jelena had to bite down a smile and Tabea ripped away the towel, threw it at Hakan and sat down, glancing at him. He still smiled and, looking at her breasts, said:

»Maybe, I should stop calling you ›Little Tabea‹!«

»Siktir!«, she hissed, but could not help smirking. Jelena handed her a cup of coffee and the maid served breakfast. After that, Hakan immediately continued their Turkish lessons. He had even brought a book with fairy tales and the fact that Tabea and Jelena knew the stories from 1001 Nights indeed helped them to learn new words and phrases. However, he still refused to tell them more about the plan, except that they had to learn three things, one of which would be to get better in speaking Turkish.

»And the other two are?«, Tabea insisted. Hakan sighed.

»Four things! I forgot patience!«

He brought his fingers to his mouth and whistled. Seconds later, some of his men entered and he just pointed at Tabea.

»Teach her patience – and obedience!«

Four men threw themselves upon her. Completely off-guard and with her legs cuffed, she stood no chance and after a short brawl, they carried her outside. One of them was holding her legs whilst two others grabbed her arms and the fourth had slung his arm around her lower face, stifling her screams and almost choking her. She struggled wildly, but they carried her to a small yard, not the one that was close to the entrance. It was dominated by a wooden podium and on it stood a chair, made from solid planks. As they approached, Tabea could see it had a long, narrow backrest with several holes in it – and no seat.

The men placed her inside and began tying her arms to the armrests. Still, the one having her in a chokehold prevented her from screaming and allowed her just enough air she would not pass out.

They tightly encircled her lower arms, from her wrists to her elbows, tying the knots of the thin cord way out of reach for her fluttering fingers. Then, when they let her go, Tabea found out she could either lean on her arms or carry some of her weight with her feet, as there was no seat supporting her. However, the men were far from being finished.

Another rope was threaded through two holes in the backrest, right behind her nape, and the ends brought over her shoulders. The third man took his arm from her throat, but kept her tightly handgagged, allowing his comrades to tie a knot at her throat, forcing her to lean back as far as she could. Then, this knot was fixed by a second before they led the dangling ends below her breasts and back through two holes. When they pulled this rope tight, Tabea was not only pulled harder against the backrest, the ropes also cut into her ribcage and chaffed the bases of her boobs. She squeezed her eyes and it took her all her strength not to whimper.

They used two more ropes to tie her upper body to the backrest, one above her navel, the other around her waist. Both were pulled excruciatingly tight, making breathing a bit difficult. Then, they grabbed her legs before releasing her from the cuffs.

The chair had no seat, but a square frame where it had been. They tied her ankles to the horizontal bar at the front, forcing her to bend her knees and to keep her legs slightly apart. Now, her thighs and pelvis were dangling in the air, putting additional pressure to the ropes holding her upper body and to her knees. The position was already feeling uncomfortable and Tabea shuddered from the implication of Hakan`s words: he wanted to teach her patience, which would mean she would have to suffer for some time.

Without warning, the man handgagging her now also pinched Tabea`s nose shut. She tried to shake him off, but he pressed her hand against the backrest, depriving her of air. Tabea felt her lungs burn and renewed her struggles. Suddenly, he pulled away his hand from her mouth and reflexively, she took a deep breath – only to get something large and soft pressed into her mouth. Her nose was freed, allowing her to breathe whilst one of the soldiers continued stuffing her mouth to capacity with some wet rags. Then, a short, thick stick was pressed between her teeth and secured by two ropes threaded through holes in the backrest, both forcing the packing even deeper into her throat and pressing her head against the board.

Tabea now could see the face of Hakan who bent over her. In his hands, he held an hourglass that he placed so she could see it.

»Learn patience, little Tabea!«, he said, turning the hourglass. Then, he stepped away, followed by the men.

Tabea oppressed the urge to pull on her bonds and concentrated on breathing through her nose. A quick examination of her hand ties brought her to the conclusion that all knots were well out of reach and they were also too tightly applied to loosen them by pulling. She tried her ankle bonds, but these were expertly tied, too. So, »patience« meant she had to endure until the last grain of sand had passed. She had no idea how long this would be, but the hourglass looked dishearteningly big.

»No, you bastards, you won`t break me that easily!«

She strained her muscles and indeed, she found a method of keeping things tolerable: if she pushed up her upper body with her arms, she could release the pressure of the ropes a bit and also, her ankles and knees were less strained. However, she could not do this forever and after every short break, it took her longer to collect new strength. Sweat was building on her forehead and she could see that just about half of the sand had passed.

Suddenly, she could hear music. It was a fast rhythm, reminding her of belly dancing, and it was accompanied by clapping and some giggling. She wondered if that was part of something they did with Jelena.

Her muscles now were aflame and she felt she was more hanging in the ropes than actually trying to keep upright. She looked at the hourglass that showed her the ordeal was nearly over. Biting down on her gag – the rags had been soaked with water which allowed her to quench her thirst a bit, but also ensured the packing was very dense – and oppressed a groan. She would persist these last few minutes, too!

She heard steps and saw Hakan step on the podium. Smiling at her, he looked at her strained expression and her sweat-clad body, even licked his lips as he watched her heaving boobs. Tabea stared daggers at him, trying to show him she was still defiant, but also squinting at the hourglass.

The last grains fell, but Hakan didn`t move. Tabea mmphed and tried to get his attention towards the hourglass. He slowly turned his head and then, he laughed.

»You still haven`t learned patience!«

He took the hourglass and placed it where she couldn`t see it. Tabea now let out a groan of frustration, causing him to turn around.

»Will you be a patient girl, little Tabea?«

Her first reaction would have been to spit into his face, but the gag prevented her from doing so. Her muscles were aflame and she was exhausted, but she wasn`t yet defeated. However, she also knew that time was playing against her. She could perhaps stand another turn of the hourglass, but what if Hakan decided to leave her like that until the evening? Or what if he left her unattended and she would faint? Hanging in the tight ropes around her ribs made breathing a bit difficult and she had no idea if she would choke once she was unconscious.

»Sooner or later, he will win! But if I give in now, I might still be able to try something once I am out of that terrible chair!«

So, she blinked, trying to look less hatred, and then slowly nodded the little her ties allowed. Hakan also nodded. Then, he scratched his chin.

»How do I know you are not lying to me?«

»Mhm?«

He looked down at her as if he was expecting an answer. But what could she do to prove him she would behave, at least for the moment? She even wasn`t sure whether she should nod or shake her head. Hakan seemed to remind something, for he was looking at the air with a pensive smile on his lips. Then, he turned back to her. He put his left hand between her legs and Tabea mmphed indignantly, though the chastity belt offered a little protection. He put his hand under her buttocks and then, he lifted her upwards. This of course eased the pressure of the ropes around her upper body and took some of the strain from her legs. Relief, sweet relief, flooded through her body and Tabea involuntarily let out a deep sigh as she could breathe more easily and her knees hurt a bit less.

She looked at Hakan. His biceps was swollen from the effort of pushing her upwards, but his face showed no sign of strain as he said:

»My mother told me, lips can lie. Well, not your lips, right now!«

He chuckled, looking at her gagged mouth, before he continued:

»She said, eyes can lie, too!«

Now, he looked into her eyes. Tabea answered his look, trying to show him she wasn`t lying. However, Hakan now placed his free hand on her left breast, squeezing it gently.

»She said the only part that cannot lie is the heart!«

A strange mixture of a cough and a laugh emerged from Tabea`s throat. Under other circumstances, this would have been nothing but a lame excuse for groping her. Besides, he was just in the vicinity of her heart. Tabea doubted if he could sense her heartbeat through several inches of fat and connective tissue.

However, her heartbeat had accelerated and his touch wasn`t unpleasant. He massaged her breast for a while and when he playfully squeezed her nipple, she gasped. Hakan grinned:

»This, I have not learned from my mother!«

Now, Tabea could not help chuckling through her gag, too. Hakan continued to knead her breast and she felt a warm, familiar tingle. Her treacherous nipple was growing hard and she let out a flattering breath as he asked:

»Shall I continue, little Tabea?«

His hand stopped moving and Tabea hesitated. Then, looking straight into his eyes, she slowly, but decidedly shook her head. Hakan removed his hand and then, he let her sink down, so slowly and carefully the ropes didn`t hurt.

»Good! You learned some patience, finally!«

He looked down where she knew the hourglass was standing. For a terrible moment, Tabea thought he would now tell her that he would leave her a little longer to deepen the lesson, but she forced herself not to twitch or moan. And after a few seconds, Hakan clapped his hands and two of his men appeared, starting to work on her bonds.

»Now, let`s see if you are good in the other lessons, too! If not – well, we still have that chair, haven`t we?«

***