The Sultan`s Concubine 7

Taking a deep breath through her nose, Tabea tried to cope with the situation. She had always thought that aphrodisiacs were more fiction than truth, but here she was, definitely responding to the potion that covered her whole body. Obviously, it had effects on her mucous membranes, as she only felt the itching tingle between her legs. However, Jelena and Mira had been licking some of it whilst caressing her and now, they were not just irritated, but literally on drugs.

Jelena had closed her eyes and still was sucking on her breast. Tabea could feel her hard nipples as they brushed over her skin. Then, she felt a slight pain. Mira, who was busy with her other breast, had just bitten her. She mewed, but Mira just continued to kiss her nipple almost aggressively. Tabea tried to shake the two girls off when a shiver ran through her whole body. It felt like fire and ice at the same time and when she shifted her hips, she felt the metal of the chastity belt touch her swollen clit and labia.

Again, she groaned and the two girls pressed themselves closer against her body. Their shoulders touched and then, as on keyword, both Mira and Jelena turned away from Tabea`s boobs and looked at each other. With a fluttering breath, Jelena stared at the blonde who brought her face closer and closer. Then, their lips met and a moment later, they exchanged a passionate kiss.

With their arms trapped inside the armbinders, Mira and Jelena could not act as the y wanted, but they could rub their boobs against each other and they could kiss with a ferocity that they almost lost balance. Tabea moaned with frustration as they completely stopped taking notice of her.

»Maybe, you were too passive, little Tabea!«

Hakan had stepped beside her and his index finger encircled her left nipple, soft as a breeze. Involuntarily, she arched her body forward to feel him more, but he just smiled.

»You want more?«

Her first impulse was to shake her head, but when he plucked on her nipple, she let out a gasp and then, she nodded, closing her eyes and feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment. Then, she felt his hand grope her breast. He kneaded it, adjusting to her breath, and she kept her eyes closed, panting and writhing in her bonds.

A dumping sound could be heard and when Tabea blinked, she could see that now, Jelena was lying on her back with Mira on top of her. The two still were kissing and their legs, parted by the spreader bars, were somehow entangled. Both were sighing and panting and Tabea could also see how they rocked their hips, causing the straps between their legs to massage their most intimate parts. She shifted her own hips, cursing the damned belt.

»Envious?«

Hakan`s lips were close to her ear. However, he did not wait for a reaction, as he could tell from her movements and the smell rising up from her pussy that Tabea was highly aroused. Again, his other hand wandered between her legs.

»You want more?«

He pushed his little finger through the small hole in the belt that allowed her to pee and tickled her labia. This small touch made Tabea cringe and whimper.

»Yes, please, take me, please!«, she tried to plead through her stifling gag. Hakan withdrew his hand and stepped back. Then, he slowly reached into his shirt and produced a small key. Agonizingly slow, he opened the padlock and then carefully removed the chastity belt from her. His face was so close she could feel his breath on her pubic mound, but still, he didn`t touch her. Instead, he threw the belt away and then put his right hand into the bucket, soaking it.

Tabea looked at him like a rabbit looked at a snake when he approached her again. She shivered as his wet hand brushed over her sore buttocks. Then, he spread them a bit and she felt his thumb in her cleft.

»Uuuuhhhmmmmm!«

Her eyes widened and she reared up as he pushed his thumb into her anus. It did not hurt, but it felt strange – irritating – intriguing. However, she got distracted as his index and middle finger then brushed over her labia from behind. Small electric waves strayed through her pussy and she now not only wanted him inside her, she needed him! Now!

He now was leaning against her side, all the time moving his fingers over her swollen flesh whilst his thumb gently pushed into her ass. Tabea moaned and she stared at him pleadingly as he was flexing the fingers of his left hand before bringing it closer to her pubic mound.

Now, he used the fingers between her legs to splay her labia. Then, almost rough, he pushed two fingers of his left into her, deep and hard. Tabea screamed into her gag, only to feel that she was so dripping wet the rough intrusion hadn`t been painful. The sensation had been that the tips of his fingers had touched a small spot inside her, buried so deep that nobody had ever touched it so far. It was so sensitive the touch had almost hurt, but that was washed away from another sensation as Hakan now withdrew his fingers, squirming them as he did so. As they brushed over her slippery inside, Tabea felt another wave of passion run through her loins.

This wave was still flooding as he pushed forward again. The same time, his thumb in her ass also went in deeper, as if his fingers tried to meet inside her. When he touched the little spot this time, it did hurt, but then, an explosion of pure pleasure surged through her womb. Hakan now used the hand in her butt and between her legs to steady her whilst he continued to thrust his fingers inside her. Tabea screamed and screamed, both from relief and the passion of a huge orgasm. She spasmed and clenched for an entire minute before she collapsed in her bonds, seeing colorful rings dance in front of her closed eyes and feeling as if a volcano had erupted between her legs.

It took her some time to realize that Hakan had withdrawn from her and that two of the maids had removed her ankle cuffs. Each held one of her trembling and wobbly legs, helping her to remain standing whilst she was hyperventilating through her nose. Hakan, who had wiped his right with a cloth, now took her head between his hands and made her look at him.

»You still want more?«

Tabea felt as if she would never be able to walk again, but as Hakan now took off his clothes, she felt her arousal increase again. She looked at his erection that seemed to point at her middle and she tried to spread her thighs. Giggling, the maids let her go.

This time, he was gentle, caressing her as he pushed against her entrance with his dick.

»I never had a circumcised man before!«, she thought as she felt him enter her, still carefully and slowly. With a groan, Tabea pulled on the chains holding her arms. Then, she trust against him and slung her legs around his hip, pulling him closer. Hakan clawed his hands into her buttocks, holding her as if she weighted nothing, and joined in the faster and rougher mode Tabea demanded.

This time, it was a less explosive, but nevertheless pleasing and blissful orgasm and Hakan managed to cum just as she had reached the peak again. Now, he was sweating and panting, too and when he withdrew from her, he was staggering, too.

Again, two of the maids assisted Tabea until she could stand on her own feet again whilst Hakan got dressed again. Then, he stepped closer to her, kissed her forehead and whispered:

»It seems that your kick into my crown jewels didn`t inflict permanent damage. Therefore, I will tell you a secret!«

He bent even closer, playfully bit her earlobe and hissed:

»This potion, as strong as it is, completely works off after a woman reaches climax. So, your second time was nothing but your desire for me!«

It worked as if he had poured a bucket of ice water over her head. Tabea stared at him, mewing through her gag and feeling her cheeks flush. Now, she could see Jelena and Mira looking at her, both still exhausted and covered with sweat. Hakan now clapped his hands and a minute later, he and the maids had gathered their belongings and left the dungeon. Tabea let out a muffled cry of sheer frustration and embarrassment.

»It was all me! Oh my God, what have I done?«

The maids seemed to have loosened her wrist chains a bit, allowing Tabea to sink to her knees. She was trembling, still weakened from her ordeal – and the aftermath of her intense double climax. However, her feeling of guilt was far, far worse.

Tabea knew that in situations like these, a body could betray one, but it was not just that she had reacted to Hakan`s stimulations whilst being under torture. She had enjoyed it and she knew one thing: if Hakan would come back right now and once again start to touch and fondle her again, her reaction would be exactly the same. Damn, even now, when she was just thinking of him, her loins tingled. Tabea hated Hakan for this, but even more, she hated herself.

»Mph!«

A small sound from nearby made her raise her head a bit and she could see Jelena and Mira, both half sitting, half lying by the wall opposite to her. She noticed that they kept some space between themselves; obviously, they also felt embarrassed for letting themselves go. Only one lamp lit the dungeon, but Tabea could see that still some sweat was glistering on their bodies. Jelena looked at her and once again mmphed through her gag. It took Tabea some time until she realized that Jelena was using Morse code.

»O-K-A-Y?«

Tabea scoffed and her first thought was to reprimand her friend for asking such a silly question. However, Jelena just wanted to show some compassion and in addition, such a long answer would have been too strenuous; so, she just nodded slightly, avoiding eye contact.

For a while, the three girls just dozed, coping with their fears and sorrows in silence. Then, Jelena once again came to life. She moaned and moved her head, pointing with her chin at something behind Tabea. Slowly, the black turned her head.

A half-moon was shining through the open window. It was a narrow opening near the ceiling and obviously, this dungeon had not been planned as a cell originally, for it had no bars. In addition, it looked as if it was wide enough to let a human being pass – if it hadn`t been for their bonds!

»Just a moment, Nelly, I just have to rip my chains and then, we can go!«, she thought sarcastically when suddenly, something else caught her eyes: on a hook, close to that window, was a bunch of keys.

The door of their cell had been locked from the outside, but obviously, this were the keys to the padlocks keeping their bonds in place. The only problem was that the hook was some one and a half yard away: so close, yet impossible to reach.

Or was it?

She could see that Jelena and Mira once again had been chained to the wall by their necks. The chains were long enough to allow them some movement, but they could not get to their feet, let alone stagger over to the opposite wall. However, the faint idea of escape had a revitalizing effect on Tabea. She tested her arm chains, only to find out that, no matter how much she stretched and twisted her body, she could just not reach her gag. However, she could get to her feet.

She pushed her foot into the ground and swung her other leg backwards with all her might. Her foot came close to the wall and she knew that if she put more energy in it, she might reach the hook. So, she tried again and this time, her toe brushed over the keys.

Tabea panted. She was tired and thirsty and even the little effort had been straining. However, she focused on the keys, bit down on her gag and concentrated before she swung back another time.

»Mhhrrmm!«

She heard a clink and when she looked, she saw the hook was empty. In panic, she looked for the key ring – only to find it around her ankle. Tabea sighed with relief and could see that Mira and Jelena had recognized her success, too.

»Now, where to start?«

There would be no help from the others who had their arms trapped inside the leather sheaths and who could not get closer to her. So, she once again stretched her leg and tried to grab for the keys with her hand. After some attempts, she held the bunch in her sweaty fingers and could no try the keys. She almost cried from relief when the third key turned in the lock and little later, her right hand was free.

Now, releasing her other hand was easy. Tabea sank to the ground, exhausted, but at the same time feeling euphoric. She pulled on the belt tied over her mouth, unwrapped the bandage. With fluttering fingers, she ripped the sodden panties from her mouth, coughing and sputtering. For a minute, she just lay on the cold floor, when a moaning reminded her of her co-captives.

»Sorry, girls – don`t be – impatient!«, Tabea panted, crawling over to Jelena. She could not walk yet and so, she just hung over her, their nude bodies touching when she was working on the knots of Jelena`s gag. She sensed the specific fragrance of female arousal, but she wasn`t sure if that was her or her friend.

Finally, Jelena could spit out the sodden silk wad, followed by some saliva. Not thinking about it, Tabea kissed her lips before rolling from her friend.

»Can you – continue?«, Jelena finally whispered and Tabea worked herself back on her hands and knees. She gulped when she saw that the next padlock she had to open was the one holding Jelena`s crotch strap. It was placed between her legs and her movements had pulled it deep inside her. Reluctantly, she felt for it, trying to ignore the hot, soft flesh she touched. Jelena gasped, but held still and even tried to spread her thighs more to make things easier for Tabea.

»We won`t mention that in our book, will we, Nelly?«, she said as she finally had opened the padlock and pulled the crotch strap away.

Jelena stared at her; then, her lips trembled and a moment later, she giggled. Tabea hugged her and fell in, but they stopped after a few seconds, since their laughter could alert their captors. Instead, she completed freeing Jelena and then handed her the keys so she could help Mira.

Tabea went for the door; not only to see if it could be opened, but she also didn`t want to see how the two girls were coping with what they had done to each other previously.

The door was made of solid wood and enforced by iron bands. In addition, it was locked from the outside. However, there still was the window. Tabea went there and since the room was quite low, she could look through it by standing on tiptoes.

»Damned!«

»What`s up?«

The other two had approached and Tabea showed them the problem: the window opened to the yard of the garrison and there, by a small campfire, were a few soldiers who were busy gambling. She could sense the smell of coffee and she knew that they were not about to get drunk.

Some 30 yards away from the window, she could see the main door. It was closed, but the wooden latch looked as if it could be removed within less than a minute. A minute they wouldn`t have because the soldiers would see them once they had climbed out of the window.

Tabea heard some whispering and could see that Jelena had slung her arms around Mira`s neck and was speaking to her.

»This is not the time for love whispers«, she wanted to remind them when she realized that Jelena was speaking in a resolute way and that Mira was nodding reluctantly. Then, she went for the place where they had been tied up whilst Jelena turned towards Tabea:

»There is only one chance – we must distract the guards so Mira can escape!«

Tabea stared at the other woman. What she intended was – well, it was indeed the best they could do. Mira was the only one who at least stood a little chance to hide in a 16th century Serbian city, simply because she was a 16th century Serbian girl. It was a hard decision, but the alternative was that none of them escaped. Now, Tabea saw tears in Jelena`s eyes.

»So, you and this girl, eh?«, she asked, imitating the way Jelena had asked her about her and Mira the day before. Jelena sniffled, but forced herself to respond in a mocking way:

»So, you and Hakan, hm?«

The two girls looked at each other for a few seconds. Then, giggling whilst tears ran down their cheeks, they embraced each other. Though she hadn`t overheard the conversation, Mira joined the little group of sobbing women and for a while, they consoled each other and some of the tension fell from them. Tabea could only guess how her friends felt: Jelena, who had reached the peak of ecstasy together with another girl, albeit under the influence of that potion – and Mira, who sure felt as if she had betrayed Tabea by interacting with Jelena. Tabea herself was in a turmoil of feelings, too. Still, she could not consider what Hakan had done to her as rape, since she still felt a warm tingle when she imagined him inside her, but at the same time, she hated and feared this man. The question what he would do to them if they had been caught again was haunting her.

Mira now tried to get dressed up provisionally with the discarded panties and the cloths from their gags. When she was finished, she looked like the protagonist of »The sexy Mummy«, but at least, the essentials were covered. Now, they could work out a stratagem.

A minute later, the soldiers, who had started singing to one of them playing the lute, saw a figure approaching their campfire. It was a female, swaying her hips and dancing to the music – and that woman was stark naked! Jelena, who actually was a little prudish, was blushing all over and her jaw cramped from her fake smile, but she forced herself to dance in front of the men who needed a few seconds to realize what was happening. Then, they came closer, trying to catch her.

Tabea, who had been waiting at the small window, now turned towards Mira and took her face between her hands.

»Good luck!«

She stifled anything Mira could have said with a kiss and then, she sprinted for the door. Halfway, she heard a yell and she knew that the soldiers had seen her, too. She reached the wooden gate and turned around, facing four men who were forming a half circle around her. Behind them, she could hear Jelena scream and still try to run away from the others.

The latch was a wooden bar, some two yards long and about six inches in diameter. Straining her muscles, Tabea took it and threw it against the men before she jumped forward, attacking another one with a kick.

With a grunt, the soldier landed on his back, but now, his comrades approached. Slowly and ready to block any attack, Tabea backed away. Her plan was simple: luring away the men from the door whilst making them believe that they were cornering her.

Some muffled screams told her that Jelena had been overpowered and now, the men came closer. They still were careful; none of them wanted to risk a broken nose by an unarmed and naked girl. Tabea now could see Mira ducking in a corner.

»Good luck, Mira!«, she thought. Then, she feigned a stagger and as she had hoped, the men now threw themselves upon her. Tabea fought, landing a few punches and kicks, but in the end, she was lying on her belly with one man sitting on her back, twisting her arms, whilst two others were grabbing her legs. Some sand had got into her eyes and she blinked, looking at the figure that was now storming the yard, dressed only in some kind of bathrobe. It was Hakan.

He shouted at the men, pointing at the gate that still was open. Three men gathered their weapons and disappeared into the dark. Hakan now spun around and looked down on Tabea. He was panting and his face showed a mixture of anger and surprise.

»You will regret that, bitch!«

Tabea knew that he meant it, but she just smiled at him when he ordered his men to get her back into the cellar; with a little bit of luck, their plan had worked and Mira had managed to escape.

Four men, each of them grabbing one of her limbs, carried her down the stairs. Tabea offered no resistance, since this would only have prolonged her ordeal for a few seconds. Soon, she was back in the dungeon where her eyes fell on Jelena. Though she knew that what lay ahead of them would be no picnic, she gasped.

Jelena`s arms were once again trapped inside an armbinder, but this time, the crotch strap had been left away, but not because of mercy: the girl`s legs had been folded and tied ankle to thigh and then, she had been placed upon an upright wooden stick that was fixed to the ground. It was some three feet in length and the wood looked smooth. Tabea could see that her legs were tied, but rather loosely. Jelena had to squeeze her thighs against the stick to keep her body from sliding down. With horror, she noticed the sharpened end of the stick that pointed directly at Jelena`s pussy. If she lost her grip, she would impale herself on that stick and die a slow and painful death.

»Nelly! Oh my God!«

»Mhhmmm!«

Jelena`s lower face was covered by a black leather mask that had been buckled at her nape and that seemed to keep a gag in her mouth. Above, a pair of widened eyes stared at Tabea. The Black saw the strain in her look and the sweat on her naked skin, but also, she noticed what she was signaling with her eyelids:

»M-I-R-A?«

Tabea nodded slightly and forced herself to smile assuring as the men forced her arms into another armbinder, pulling the laces as tight as they could. One of the soldiers brought another gag mask and a big leather ball fastened to the inner side was wedged between her jaws before the mask was locked at the back of her neck, reducing her protests to muffled groans. She bit down on the hard ball as one of the men not too gently kneaded her thrust out boobs whilst two of his comrades bent her legs and tied her ankles to her thighs. To her dismay, they also tied two straps around her knees, letting the ends dangle as they now carried her close to Jelena where the fourth soldier had now placed a second stick.

Obviously, he either was angry that she had landed a punch on him previously or Hakan had given orders to punish her even harder, for now, he brought a bucket and a brush and put some grease on the stick before they placed her upon it and tied her legs in a way that forced her to press her thighs against the smooth wood to prevent herself from following gravity. The fact that her legs were more muscular that Jelena`s was outweighed by the grease and now, the straps dangling from her knees came to use, as they tied two stones to them that added to her discomfort. Each weighed some five pounds, so, it did not pull her downwards immediately, but it would make her struggle even harder.

The men now started to grope her and Jelena and despite the humiliation, Tabea felt a terrible relief as the hands on her boobs, buttocks and legs helped her to keep her position. Anyway, the procedure ended after a short time when Hakan entered the dungeon. He still wore the bathrobe, but nevertheless, his men withdrew as he ordered them to do so. He looked at the two naked, sweaty and panting captives and his sad smile looked almost compassionate.

»Girls, girls, girls! Why did you have to do this? The plans I had for you were more than generous, but now –«

Tabea looked at him defiantly: despite him behaving like he still enjoyed playing with them, she could sense his oppressed anger. Obviously, his men hadn`t caught Mira yet and it seemed that he was worrying what could happen if she made it back to Roxelana or even the Sultan. However, the question was if she and Jelena would live to see his plans fail.

Hakan silently looked at the two women for a few more seconds. Then, he pointed at the window through which they had made their short-lived escape earlier. When Tabea arched her head to look, she could see the heaven had turned from black to dark grey.

»In about two hours, the sun will rise. If we have found Mira until then, you two will be spared. Or, to be precisely, you will be given to the men who caught your friend as a reward!«

He grinned maliciously, but somehow, Tabea felt that this was not the punishment he preferred. Hakan continued:

»Of course, you may always use the other way out! It`s so easy to leave this world!«

Gentle as a breeze, his hand brushed over Tabea`s side, causing her to cringe and to let out a fluttering breath as she fought her ticklishness. She was not sure if that little distraction had made her slide down a few millimeters, but Hakan was right: if they eased their muscles, they would regret it!

»However, if we don`t find the Blonde, you have not only raised my wrath, but also that of Ibrahim Pasha, the Grand Vizier! And then, you will beg for that stake, long before I will be ready with you!«

Tabea had read about impaling and knew that it sometimes meant an agonizing death struggle that lasted for days. She wondered how Hakan could improve on that, but she definitely could keep her curiosity under control! Jelena let out a groan and Tabea could see that she slid down a bit before she managed to stop moving again, panting from the effort. She also felt her muscles burn and in her case, the slippery stake and the additional weights were not helping the matter. However, when the door opened and two of the soldiers entered, she felt relief as soon as she could see that Mira wasn`t with them.

The two men reported something that could only mean that they hadn`t found the fugitive yet. Hakan sent them away with an angry gesture. Then, seeing the slight triumph in his captives` eyes, he suddenly stepped close to Tabea, clawing his hands into her ample boobs.

»You think I am losing! You think that even if you die, I will soon follow you!«

His grip hurt, but Tabea managed to look at him with quiet contempt. He softened his grip, only to put his hands on her shoulders, slightly pressing her downwards. Instinctively, she tightened her leg muscles.

»You are so brave, little Tabea, but you still want to live! You still want to live and you would do almost everything, just not to die!«

He now smiled again and Tabea couldn`t help gulping as he began caressing her throat and carotid arteries. Hakan now was so close she could sense his fragrance – a scent that wasn`t unpleasant.

His hands wandered down and again, he cupped her breasts. However, this time, he was gentle and kneaded them, adjusting to her breath. Tabea groaned and she felt the familiar tingle in her buds, telling him her nipples were growing hard again.

Hakan now gasped, too, before he began kissing her right breast with oppressed ferocity whilst his hands still were fondling her. Since he stood so close, Tabea could feel his erection push against her thigh and a part of her still wanted to feel him again deep inside her.

»What the hell is wrong with me? He will either kill me or give me to his men!«

But when he continued massaging her breasts, Tabea moaned and closed her eyes. He had big, rough hands and was considerably strong, but he wasn`t a brute – at least not right now. Reflexively, she opened her thighs a bit – and almost impaled herself on the stake between her legs. Hakan kept her from falling and when she opened her eyes in panic, he smiled at her.

»Oops!«

It was just as if this had been a consensual act and he had accidentally trapped her hair under his arm or something like that! Tabea squirmed, but he pulled her up a few inches again. Then, he stepped back a bit, so she had to lean forward. Her boobs were mashed against his chest and she felt the friction of his breast hair. Obviously, his bathrobe had fallen open.

He now let one of his hands wander over her back. Then, from his wrist, he began to spank her buttocks. Tabea arched her body and moaned when she felt the pain in her still sore backside – or rather a tingle that hurt a bit, but not too much.

»You love it if things get a bit rougher, don`t you?«

Tabea whimpered and sent a curse through the leather ball stuffing her mouth. But at the same time, she felt the small waves of pain and pleasure reach her womb and again, she had almost opened her thighs. Hakan pushed his other hand between her legs and she sighed, pressing her pubic mound into his palm.

»Uuhhhmmm! Mmmhhmmmm!«

WACK!

This time, he hit her buttock with more impetus and Tabea moaned. As if he knew the rhythm of the pain straying through her backside, he then massaged her clit and labia and she no longer wanted him inside her, she needed him.

»It could be your last time in life!«

WACK!

Again, he hit her, and Tabea screamed through her gag, unable to realize the threat. Instead, she shifted her hips, trying to rub her slippery flesh over his hand. When he pushed one finger inside her, she trapped his hand between her legs by straining her thighs.

»Oh no, I am caught!«, he laughed and moved his hand. Then, he once again slapped her butt and, either by him flexing his fingers or by her own movements, she then felt another finger push inside her. She waited for him to stiffen them and show her a piece of heaven again when she suddenly noticed a muffled scream.

Tabea needed some time to realize it had not been her, but Jelena. She did not sound aroused, but in sheer panic. For a terrible moment, the urge to just ignore her friend and to continue enjoying Hakan`s caresses seemed overwhelming, but then, she managed to open her eyes and to look over at Jelena.

The girl was frantically screaming through her gag and after a second, Tabea also could see the reason for this: she had slid down the stake a bit and now, the tip of the stick was touching her labia. A few inches more, and Jelena would be impaled.

»Impaled like me!«, Tabea thought when Hakan now pushed his fingers deeper into her, but though he definitely hadn`t lost his touch, she managed to differ between her predicament and Jelena`s: if nothing happened, her friend would die!

»Uuuhmmph! Nnnggg! Mph!«

Tabea squirmed and tried to make Hakan notice what was happening. He stopped moving, but kept his hand inside her when he smiled at her, cold and wolfishly:

»So, your friend`s stronger than I thought! Maybe, she will live to see you have your final climax before you may join her in hell!«

He laughed when she stared at him with widened eyes, horrified by his cruelty. Then, she knew that there was only one tiny chance for them. It was risky, but she had to give it a try!

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