The Sultan`s Concubine 3

Tabea`s legs still were wobbly and she more staggered than walked das she was led back inside. She was tied very simple, with her wrists just tied behind her back and a knotted cloth tied between her lips.

In the bedroom, she could see Jelena, sitting on a cushion and naked except for her chastity belt. Like Tabea, she had her wrists tied behind her back and was chewing on a cleave gag with a giant knot in it. Jelena looked a bit exhausted, but otherwise okay.

Beside her, three of the maids were sitting, holding instruments. The fourth was standing a bit apart, several cloths hanging over her arm.

»Next lesson is dancing!«

Tabea groaned through her gag. After the session in the terrible chair, she would have preferred relaxing for some hours. However, the maid with the cloths now approached and Hakan took a narrow silver chain and tied it around Tabea`s waist, leaving it quite loosely. Then, he took two oblong, transparent scarves from the maid`s arm and threaded them through the chain, so they were dangling between her legs, covering her crotch and her butt. A third scarf, he wound around her neck and crossed it between her breasts before knotting it off at the small of her back. Then, with considerable glee, he packed her boobs with that cloth, just like Jelena`s breasts had been covered previously.

Four more cloths were draped over her body. One was slung around her hips and knotted off, covering her legs to the midst of her calves, a fifth was wrapped over her upper body, under her armpits. Then, a scarf was tied over her head as a headscarf and the last one was draped over her shoulders. Hakan then untied her wrists and made her touch the ends of this last cloth. Tabea now was covered from head to feet and she looked a bit puzzled. However, as the music started, she understood: this was a veil dance – and she was expected to take off the veils, one by one.

Tabea was quite a good dancer and besides, anyone around had already seen her in the nude. However, she still was exhausted from being tied to the torture chair and her legs still ached. So, her moves were less graceful and smooth. Tabea`s performance wasn`t terrible, but when she saw Hakan yawn ostentatiously, she knew that she had failed. She was not sure why she even bothered, since stripping for that man sure wasn`t what she wanted to do, but somehow, she was angry about both herself and Hakan.

»Just look and learn, little Tabea!«

Hakan retied Tabea`s wrists and made her sit. Then, he released Jelena`s hands and made her put on the veils. Jelena looked a bit apologetically at Tabea, but as the music started, she began to dance and the Black had to admit that her friend knew how to drop a veil. Jelena whirled over the floor, she allowed glimpses and played with the viewer`s expectance, though everyone knew what was underneath these veils.

When Jelena was in the nude, Hakan applauded and then, both girls were led to the bath where they had to wash themselves – an order both sweaty and exhausted captives followed more than deliberately. Then, one of the maids brought a bowl with perfumed oil. Tabea saw Hakan who was sitting in a corner, having an eye on them.

»Well, let`s see if I can accelerate his pulse!«

Tabea had no real intention to flirt with Hakan – but if they ever wanted to escape from this house, they had to distract their captors. So, she poured some oil into her palms and began to rub it over her body, seemingly unaware of Hakan, but taking care he could admire her forms when she applied the lotion all over herself.

»Why haven`t you danced like that?«

With the cloth still between her teeth, Tabea couldn`t answer, so, she just dropped a curtsey. Hakan now smiled and said:

»Haven`t you forgotten something?«

Arching her back – and thus thrusting out her boobs –, she let her hands wander over her back, but he shook his head. Then, he pointed at Jelena.

»Third lesson is seduction! Maybe, you start with her!«

»Mph!«

»Nnngg!«

Both girls shook their heads, Tabea stepping back and Jelena crossing her hands in front of her breasts. Hakan shrugged:

»It`s your choice! Maybe, you will think different after a whole night in the chair, little Tabea!«

Though she had expected such a threat, Tabea blinked with uneasiness. Obviously, Jelena had recognized that said chair was actually an instrument of torture, too. She made a small sound, causing Tabea to look at her. Jelena was blushing and Tabea could see she was taking several deep breaths and that she was gulping, but she did not turn her eyes from her. Then, she slowly took her arms from her breasts, folding them behind her head.

Tabea got the message: »Just put that oil on me, I won`t die from it!«

And so, she put some of the lotion in her hand and approached Jelena. She gasped when she felt Tabea`s hands on her body and she slightly stiffened, but she did not twitch as Tabea now creamed her body.

To get both herself and her friend used to the intimate procedure, Tabea started by doing her arms and legs, then her back and finally her belly. Then, she looked at Jelena who was blushing all over, but forced herself to nod slightly.

Tabea now rubbed the oil over Jelena`s buttocks, having to admit that her cheeks felt more firm than she had expected from the girl`s rather soft appearance.

»Well, there is softness waiting for me!«

Luckily, the chastity belt spared her touching Jelena`s pubic area, but she still had to oil her boobs. And suddenly, an idea began to grow within her brain.

She stepped behind Jelena and reached around her, groping her boobs and lifting them slightly before massaging them. Jelena mmphed and looked at her nervously, but Tabea blinked, trying to say: »Just trust me!«

Indeed, Jelena relaxed a bit, allowing Tabea to knead her boobs whilst applying the oil on them. In the corner of her eye, she could see Hakan watch with interest and though he was wearing wide harem pants, she was sure he liked what he saw.

A sigh from Jelena told her that her friend seemed to get into it, too. Tabea was sure that, if she started to intensify the massage and would also play with Jelena`s nipples, these would grow hard and Jelena would begin to moan and writhe. However, her aim was not to embarrass her friend, but to arouse Hakan and so, she stopped.

As they were led to the table, they noticed that Hakan walked with his legs apart and tried to behave cool a bit too ostentatiously. He either wanted to calm down or he had seen that they already had some talent in seduction, but he ungagged them and let them have some fruits, water and coffee before having another Turkish lesson with them.

Of course, they again tried to find out something about his ominous plan and this time, Hakan seemed to be ready to spill at least a few beans. With a patronizing smile, he said:

»I will give you two names, just to soothe your impatience – ›Topkapi‹ and ›Mahidevran‹!«

Tabea frowned. She knew that the Topkapi palace was the Sultan`s residence at Constantinople, but who or what was Mahidevran? She looked at Jelena and noticed that she seemed to know more. However, she kept her mouth shut and so, Tabea changed the subject by asking for the Turkish words for the parts of the human body.  When she learned that »breasts« meant »gögüsler«, she giggled, brought her boobs in a good position and asked with a voice she hoped sounded sensual:

»By the way, why are you always calling me ›little Tabea‹?«

Hakan, staring at her boobs, had to clear his throat, but the answer was quite unspectacular:

»I once had a slave who had the same name – and she was taller than you.«

Tabea resisted the urge to ask him whether everything on her had been taller. If she camped up too much, Hakan would not fall for her plan to seduce him, thus making him careless. Jelena now asked him about the Sultan, but now, Hakan decided it was time to go to bed.

»And since tomorrow, you will improve on your seduction skills, you may enjoy a little warm-up!«

They were led to the divan and then, Hakan produced two juggling balls, made of stuffed cloth and the size of a tennis ball. These were stuffed into the girls` mouths and then, he tied two long scarves together at the middle. One of these, he tied between Jelena`s lips, knotting the ends tightly at the back of her neck. The knot had been placed over her gag, pushing it even deeper into her mouth. Now, Tabea had to lean forward and the ends of the other scarf were tied off at her nape, forcing their mouths together to a permanent kiss.

They then had to embrace each other, forcing them to mesh their boobs as they did so. Hakan cuffed Jelena´s wrists behind Tabea`s back and vice versa. When the girls were still trying to cope with the great proximity of their nude fronts, he pushed them, making them fall and land on the divan. He fixed chains to their neck rings and cuffed one of each girl`s feet to the lower end of the bed.

»Just one last thing – to help you concentrate on each other!«

He blindfolded the captives and before he left, he playfully padded their buttocks. Tabea waited until he had disappeared before she slightly moved, causing Jelena to moan. She could feel her friend`s lips touching her own and she knew that they would soon drool over each other`s chins and cheeks. In addition, the feeling of Jelena`s boobs pressing against her own was, though somehow familiar, still quite irritating. However, she forced herself to concentrate.

As a little girl, she had learned Morse code, using it to communicate with her classmates after a teacher had confiscated their cell phones. If Jelena knew the signs, too, they could exchange information, even if they were both thoroughly gagged.

»Well, there is only one way to find out!«

Usually, she would have blinked, but since they were blindfolded, she had to use her hands. With her index fingers, she repeatedly tapped on Jelena`s buttock:

»H-E-L-L-O! H-E-L-L-O!«

First, Jelena just shifted her hips and moaned indignantly at the strange touch. Then, when Tabea was about to give up, she suddenly felt Jelena`s finger tap on her butt:

»I U-N-D-E-R-S-T-A-N-D!«

Tabea let out a sigh of relief and tightened her grip around Jelena. Then, she began to tap again. Since she had to Morse code every single letter, she decided to keep things short:

»T-O-M-O-R-R-O-W E-S-C-A-P-E!«

She felt Jelena nod and then, a short answer followed, just three letters:

»H-O-W?«

»Good question, I have never been her before either«, Tabea thought. But she tried to express some confidence:

»W-E I-M-P-R-O-V-I-S-E! T-R-U-S-T M-E!«

Again, Jelena nodded and this time, it was her who pulled Tabea closer to herself.

***

Though tied so close to her nude friend and despite thinking about ways of escaping, Tabea had managed to sleep surprisingly well. Somehow, the presence of Jelena was not unpleasant, though she would have considered herself as straight – well, maybe, a bit curious. But cuddling against Jelena`s ample, soft forms felt – good. She even considered her friend`s faint snore as something funny. However, when later, Jelena started shifting her hips and moving around, she protested through her gag. The answer came quick: short-long-long-short, followed by two short taps. P-E-E. Tabea sighed and Jelena answered with a whimper, trying not to move anymore. Tabea could hear her strained breath and she hoped that it was around the next morning.

She had come to the conclusion that three things mattered for their escape attempt: they had, of course, both to be free, they would need some clothes and also, a head start would be great. After they had escaped from the house and hidden somewhere, everything else would follow.

Finally, when Jelena`s unrest had become annoying, they were released and allowed to the bathroom. When they came back, Hakan was already waiting at the breakfast table, noticing they both had towels wrapped over their breasts. This time, however, he accepted it and they had their meal before he said:

»Today, you learn seduction!«

He produced the two still damp juggling balls and Jelena pouted.

»Are we not allowed to – use our mouths?«

Hakan grinned, causing Jelena to blush. Then, he smiled even broader and meant:

»Well, you are right!«

He whispered something into one of the maids` ear and the girl brought two dangling things. It were wooden rings, each some two inches in diameter, with straps tied to them. Tabea groaned as he shoved one of them between her jaws and tied it off at her nape. It forced her mouth open, but allowed her to move her tongue. She felt her cheeks burn as she realized the purpose of the opening in that gag.

When Jelena had a ring between her teeth, too, they were otherwise released and now, Hakan entangled his hands behind his head, looking at the two girls, naked except for the towels, their chastity belts and their neck rings.

»Show me how you`d seduce me!«

Tabea nodded. So far, this was part of the possibilities she had considered during the night. With gestures, she signaled the maids to play some music and when they started playing a slow melody, she began her show.

Slowly, but to the beat of the music, she began sneaking around Jelena like a panther. Jelena acted like a timid damsel, grapping a scarf and wrapping it around her shoulders. Now, Tabea slowly took off the towel from her breasts and twisted it to a band. Holding it by its ends, she tried to get it over Jelena. The Gypsy jumped away and now, a cat-and-mouse-play began. Jelena, losing both the cloth and the towel in the progress and dodging in a way that was more meant to tease than to really escape, tried to get away from Tabea who was hunting her, showing some rolls and even a backflip whilst doing so. Then, she got Jelena entangled in the towel and slowly pulled her closer. She could see that Hakan seemed interested, but not fascinated yet.

Tabea forced Jelena to kneel and made her arch her back, so her breasts were pointing upwards. Then, she went on all fours and slowly approached her, swaying her hips and keeping an eye on Hakan who now was licking his lips.

Stepping over Jelena, she bent down, causing their breasts to touch. Slowly, she moved forward and her boobs bounced upwards. Now, she could see that Hakan was shifting his position, opening his legs.

Tabea now stepped closer to him. She held her legs apart and slightly let her butt bob as she placed her hands on his knees, easy as a breath. Hakan gulped as he now saw Tabea`s large boobs bounce directly in front of him, whilst he could also see Jelena through the Black`s open legs, who also arched her back, presenting him another pair of ample breasts. Tabea now started panting and a drop of drool slowly ran down from her open mouth to Hakan`s crotch.

The moment before the saliva touched him, Tabea shifted all her weight to her left leg. Then, she raised her right foot and kicked Hakan where he was best supplied with blood right now.

»Uuuughhh!«

As he stiffened and his eyes seemed to pop out, a smile formed around Tabea`s ring gag. Then, before Hakan even squirmed, she landed another kick to his head.

It had all happened so quick that the maids were still playing and only stopped as Tabea now jumped up and grabbed Jelena`s arm. Then, they hastily grabbed for some cloths. Now, one of the maids started screaming and Hakan also tried to get back to his feet.

»Oohhmm!«

Pulling on Jelena`s arm, she jumped for the door leading to the yard. There, a soldier was looking at the two nearly naked girls running towards him. Before he had recovered from his surprise, Tabea had sent him to the ground, but before she could reach for his weapon, two more men approached.

During the night, Tabea had repeatedly remembered the yard and her memory hadn`t betrayed her: There were stairs leading up to the wall, right beside them. The two girls stormed upwards – and stopped, shaking.

On the other side, there was water. Obviously, the mansion was built right at the shore of the Danube.

From behind, the soldiers were approaching the little platform they were standing at. Tabea looked at Jelena and pointed at the river with her chin. Jelena`s eyes widened, but then, she nodded and reached for Tabea`s hand. One second before the first man reached them, they jumped.

Tabea was a good swimmer and she quickly reached the surface, looking for Jelena. But just as she could see a thatch of black curls, something hit the water a few inches away from her head: it was a javelin.

As quick as possible, Tabea dived, trying to get deeper before swimming away from the wall. The river`s current took her with it and besides, she had the problem that the ring gag didn`t allow her to keep her mouth shut. But she persisted, swam until her lungs burnt, forcing her to get to the surface again.

Now, the wall was some 20 yards away and Tabea could see three men gesturing. She looked around and saw some bushes on the other side of the river, some 100 yards away. Tabea let out a scream and waved her arms through the air, until she was sure the men had seen her. Then, she disappeared below the surface.

»I hope they bought it!«, she thought as she swam towards the middle of the river. Under normal circumstances, she could dive some 30 yards, meaning she would have to get up two or three times before she had reached the other shore.

She was exhausted, had swallowed more than a bit of the foul tasting water and was almost sure that the soldiers would await her at the other side, but finally, Tabea saw some bushes right ahead and with her last powers, she swam underneath some low-hanging branches. Panting, she half sat half lay in the shallow water. From here, she could see that still one soldier was standing on the wall, talking to another one that could have been Hakan.

»So, you are nearly as good a swimmer than I!«

With a gurgle, Tabea spun around and saw Jelena crouching at the shore. Quickly, she undid the ring gag from her mouth and embraced Jelena.

»We did it!«, she gasped, only to add, a bit less euphoric, »so far«. She pulled herself out of the water and with newfound energy, she whispered:

»We must find a place to hide, quick!«

However, Jelena held her back, pointing at her neck ring.

»With just these, we might be a bit underdressed for walking through the streets.«

Only now, Tabea realized they both had lost all the cloths they had taken with them during their swimming trip. Except for the rings around their necks and the iron triangles covering their crotches, they were naked.

»Out of the rain and into the gutter!«, she muttered. She suddenly shivered and slung her arms around her body, cuddling against Jelena who put an arm around her.

»Please, don`t start crying now, Tabby!«

Tabea sniffled and forced herself to smile at her friend.

»Well, Nelly, you have to admit that this situation is calling for a few tears.«

However, she managed to pull herself together and whilst listening for any potential discovery, they considered what to do next. The only reasonable thing seemed to wait for the dark and then try to steal some clothes or, if necessary, knock someone unconscious and steal from him.

Of course, they would by then still be fugitives and unlike Jelena, Tabea didn`t even have the chance of vanishing in the crowd. Besides, they had no real idea where to go. The airing near Pécs where they had landed was now some 300 miles away.

»Who – or what – is Mahidevran?«, she finally asked, just to pass the time as they waited for their bodies to dry, still sitting close together.

»Mhm?«

»Mahidevran. Hakan told us two words about his plan. I know what the Topkapi palace is, but I never before heard of Mahidevran.«

»And they gave you a scholarship?«, Jelena asked mockingly. Then, she told Tabea that Mahidevran was the first wife of Sultan Süleyman and also the mother of his eldest son Mustafa. However, a few years ago, the Sultan had rejected her for one of his concubines, Hürrem – or Roxelana, as she was called in the West.

Now, Tabea remembered what she had once seen in a documentary: said Roxelana and Ibrahim Pasha had quarreled and finally, she had persuaded the Sultan to order Ibrahim to be executed – his Grand Vizier and former best friend.

»So – do you think that Ibrahim Pasha is planning to get rid of Roxelana – in favor of this Mahidevran?«

»Well, if he does, he won`t be successful. However, the Grand Vizier always preferred Mustafa and tried to make plans with him. But Roxelana was too strong for them: in some ten years, Ibrahim Pasha will be executed – and Mustafa as well, albeit in 1553.«

Tabea looked at Jelena.

»He ordered his own son to be killed?«

Not that she wondered, since killing potential rivals for the throne, even their siblings, had been quite common among the Ottoman Sultans. Tabea nodded and added:

»Until her death in 1558, Roxelana had a strong influence on the Sultan. Some even say that the policy of these decades was in fact her work. However, Mahidevran survived all this and outlived them all, dying from old age in 1581.«

Tabea sat there silent for some time. Even if they knew about Hakan`s or rather Ibrahim Pasha´s plan, this didn`t help them much. Then, however, she had an idea.

»So, Roxelana is the Sultan`s favorite wife, mother of several of his children? The most powerful and influential woman of that time and place? And we know about a plan to get her out of the way!«

Jelena, who was sitting with her arms slung around her legs, looked up, her eyes widened.

»Are you kidding? You want to go to Roxelana and tell her what the Grand Vizier`s planning? If he`s really planning something anyway! Aren`t you afraid of altering the past?«

Tabea shrugged.

»According to Physics, traveling back in time is impossible and yet, we are here! So, perhaps, we already have altered the past. But I am more concerned about the present time! We are naked and on the run, hunted by the second most powerful man of the whole Ottoman Empire! I am just thinking about getting some support!«

In addition, she thought, they would perhaps not even alter too much. According to history, Ibrahim Pasha had not managed to get rid of the Sultan`s concubine. So, if they helped Roxelana to keep her position, everything would be as it was – or rather should be, from their perspective.

It seemed that Jelena was considering her plan, too, for she now said deflecting:

»Well, Roxelana`s in Constantinople, a few hundred miles from here. And you can`t just step inside the Sultan`s harem and ask for a meeting with her.«

Scoffing, she added:

»Obviously, Hakan and Ibrahim Pasha had an idea of how to get us close to her. Perhaps, we should get back to his house, apologize for our escape attempt and participate in their plan.«

For a while, none of them said anything. Then, Tabea pointed at a small boat. On it, there were four uniformed men with long pikes. They were slowly rowing down the opposite shore, from time to time punting into the bushes.

»What do you think, does he have another boat on this side?«

She looked around, but among the other boats and ships on the river, it was impossible to say if there was someone searching for them. They were hidden from view from the distance, but if a boat came close enough, they would soon get detected. Tabea looked upwards. Some three yards above, she could see that the steep shore was replaced by a low wall. With the bushes around, they would have no problems in reaching that wall and climbing up, but then, they would be on the streets of Belgrade, naked and in broad daylight. It would not be easy to find a hiding place before someone noticed them.

However, this did not mean it was impossible. Whilst Jelena kept an eye on the river, she climbed up to the wall`s top and carefully looked where they were. Then, she jumped back to Jelena and hissed:

»Seems we have a little luck left! There`s nobody up there and I could also see some barn or warehouse! Maybe, we can hide there until it`s dark!«

Seeing no alternative, Jelena followed her and indeed, the dirty street was abandoned. Carefully looking around, they climbed the wall and then ran for the barn. It looked as if it had seen better days and after some searching, they found a gap between two planks, allowing them to slip inside.

»Mmhhmmm!«

Both girls twitched at the familiar sound of a gagged woman. They ducked behind a barrel and then, they slowly tried to figure out from where the mmphing had come. Tabea then pointed at something that looked like a pile of trash.

»There!«

They sneaked closer and now, they could see that behind the pile was something that seemed to have been a horse box. In it, on some straw, a female figure was lying. She was wearing a plain dress and her whole body was wrapped with ropes, binding her tightly from head to toe. Both her eyes and mouth were hidden under cloths that had been knotted off at her neck and she was squirming slightly.

»Holy shit!«, Jelena whispered, looking around if there was a sign of the woman`s abductors. She then wanted to approach the captive, but Tabea stopped her.

»We can`t risk her screaming!«

Jelena hesitated, but then, she nodded and they withdrew behind some barrels from where they could keep an eye on the door.

»What shall we do now? We can`t just leave her!«

Tabea remembered the last time she had helped a bound and gagged girl. It had ended with her and Jelena stranded in the year 1525. A small voice inside her told her that they should indeed not interfere in whatever was just going on there. Another, even darker thought came to her: this girl was wearing a dress they desperately needed. However, she hadn`t sunk that deep yet.

Instead, she pointed at the trash. There were also a few burlap sacks and they took two of them, ripping openings for their head and arms into them and pulling them over their heads. The rough material was scratchy and the sacks had several holes in it, but at least, they were no longer naked.

»Who do you think she is? She was wearing plain clothes!«, Tabea asked, pointing at the horse box from where they could hear another faint moaning. She suddenly felt pity for the helpless captive and sneaked over to the box, despite Jelena`s attempt to stop her.

»Uhmmm! Mhhmmph!«

»Quiet! Please!«, she hissed. Tabea had no idea if the girl spoke Turkish, but at least, she fell silent. She bent down beside her and took the blindfold from the girl`s eyes. The blonde, obviously not older than some 18 years, stared at the black woman with eyes like saucers and screamed through her gag.

»Quiet!«, she repeated with a soothing gesture. Then, she heard a sound from behind. She spun around, only to see three men looking down at her. From behind, she now heard some muffled sounds; obviously, they had grabbed Jelena.

One of the man looked at her with disbelief. Then, he said something Tabea couldn`t understand. She slowly rose, looking for a way out. However, she was trapped inside the box and she would not be able to fight three men. At least not if they also had Jelena.

As on keyword, a fourth man now pushed Jelena inside the horse box, causing her to land above the tied girl that mewed with alarm. The leader of the group now produced a long knife and showed a fierce grin.

»Tabby?«, Jelena whispered anxiously.

»Hm?«

»Somehow, I think that if some of Hakan`s men would burst in right now and get us back into his hose, we would be better off!«

Now, two of the men approached, holding ropes in their hands.

***