Captive of Desire (Black Lace Series 6) (Wife and Mature Adult Novel)

Black Lace Novel Series (VI)

Captive of desire

Original work: Cleo. Ke Dai

Translation: Wu Zhen

Scanning calibration: CSH

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This tall, blond slave was more handsome and taller than anyone she could remember. He had a mane-like head of flowing light hair and wore a sleeveless, tight-fitting leather jacket. A decadent thought came to her mind: in this magnificent mansion of the wealthy Algiers, the lemon trees were cast in the slanting sunlight, casting shadows on the colorful floor tiles, and countless exotic flowers bloomed with strange fragrance. Rita and Claudine, who came from a French monastery, accepted the invitation of Cassim, the powerful and handsome owner of the mansion, and lived in his palace of joy. Of course, the owner also asked them to do something in return: they must completely submit to his painful yet sweet world of desire!

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Chapter 1

In the darkness, Marita held on to Klotin tightly. The deck under their feet was a little slippery and shaking violently - this Spanish cargo ship was now their savior.

The ship was sailing from Nantes towards her hometown, and their misfortune began when they encountered a big storm in the Bay of Biscay. Marita watched it sink bit by bit, and by now she was exhausted, freezing and tired. The storm is continuing. This life-saving boat looked so small and dilapidated amid the waves that were hitting it head-on. Marita was at her wit's end. She began to shiver uncontrollably and almost lost the strength to stand.

"Where's Aunt Anna?" said Claudine. "I can't find where she is."

Marita shuddered, trying to recall the scene of the nun disappearing bit by bit. "She's gone. I think she's sunk. How terrible! Now we're alone. Come on. Row hard and find a safe haven."

So they pushed forward with all their might. Such a journey was a dangerous and highly stressful thing. They dared not and could not distract themselves to pay attention to other passengers. At this moment, Marita felt a strong hand grabbing her arm, and at the same time, amid the roar of the wind and waves, a deep and powerful voice clearly entered her eardrums.

"Come with me. You may be able to use my boat. This place is already crammed with too many people and luggage. Sooner or later it will burst."

She stammered her thanks. And Kloten could hardly speak, her face was as white as paper and her lips were purple from the cold. Marita was almost leaning on the stranger's arms as he half-dragged and half-pulled her down the deck and down a long corridor.

"You'd better change your wet clothes to avoid catching a cold," he said, throwing two large towels to Marita.

"There are clothes in that suitcase. You can find some to wear. I have to go. The people on the ship still need me. Please feel free to help me with whatever you need."

"Thank you, that's very kind of you. May I know your name?" Marita began.

But he was gone, and the door slammed.

She removed her wet skirt, bra, and petticoat with ease, rubbing her arms and legs vigorously until they were red. Kloten was also busy tidying himself up. Then they sat side by side on the narrow bed. Losing Aunt Anna's company was very sudden. Marita prayed silently for her for a while, but she couldn't help feeling relieved and relaxed.

"I'm so glad she's gone. That cold-blooded animal!" Kloten suddenly spoke.

Marita looked at her friend in some amazement. Suddenly, they both burst into laughter. It's so funny, Aunt Anna is a harsh and humorless old maid. Marita recalled the times when Sister Anna abused her and how the nun had asked her to slap herself - these things had always been buried deep in her heart and no one knew about them, including Claudine.

Of course, Claudine also had reasons to hate Aunt Anna.

"Any brandy?" Kloten asked with trembling teeth. She sat wrapped in a towel, her long red hair draped in disorder over her bare, smooth shoulders.

Marita searched everywhere. The cabin is large and spacious. The charcoal was burning in the stove, keeping the whole house warm. There was an oil lamp on the ceiling, swinging unsteadily, emitting a red light that also illuminated the wooden paneling next to it. No brandy. She found a can of coffee.

"Our savior certainly didn't drink," she said, "but he must have been a well-educated man. And, of course, wealthy too." She ladled coffee from the can into a small portable pot, added water, and placed it on the stove. "There's fresh fruit on the table, and that bowl is made of gold! And look at these silk embroidered bedspreads!"

Kloten squatted down and opened the suitcase. "He speaks very nicely, and his voice is very charming. Do you think he is a businessman? Maybe he is the owner of this ship. As for his wealth, there is no need to mention it. What do you think?"

She bent down and picked up piles of clothes, all of which looked gorgeous and indescribably exotic. The clothes of various textures, batik, silk, velvet, gauze, and brocade, dazzled her eyes. She smiled unexpectedly, as she always did when she saw beautiful and luxurious things. She kept exclaiming. Marita remembered that the two of them had rarely been so happy in the past six years.

Marita smiled. "What kind of clothes are these? They look like a costume."

"What does it matter? He said we could take what we wanted. Now we need dry clothes."

Kloten pulled out a light yellow silk shirt with a waist. She also took out a dark yellow skirt and an embroidered belt studded with jewels. Her eyelids were lowered, and her bare back was facing the wall. She loosened her towel and quickly pulled on a loose shirt.

Marita felt that she was trying to hide something, and that was unnecessary. As a friend for many years, she had seen Klotin's beautiful body since she was a child, and the frankness between the two when they were alone had become a tacit understanding. Is this also destined to be restricted and not tolerated by the damned rules and regulations of the monastery?

Klotin lowered his head again and concentrated on searching. "Let me pick out a suit for you. How about this one? Look at the fine velvet! And the wide collar! And all the jewels on it—it's just incomparable. You should put it on now. I can't wait. The color goes perfectly with your light gray hair. It's made just for you!"

Her excitement infected Marita. Marita laughed at her childishness as she put on her clothes. It felt a bit weird because I wasn't wearing a petticoat or a bra. Ling Luo was pressed against her skin, feeling cool yet very comfortable. There was a mirror in the cabin, so the two young women were intoxicated by their beautiful shadows, admiring their bodies that were faintly visible through the thin silk, and were ecstatic. They giggled and spun around, their skirts rising and falling, like fairies in a fairy tale, ready to flap their wings and fly away at any moment. If the nuns in the convent saw this scene, they would be furious.

The aroma of coffee filled the entire cabin. Before they could finish packing and sit down to drink coffee, their benefactor returned. In the previous chaos, Marita didn't look at him carefully, but this time she could see clearly that he was a tall man with light skin and a resolute and angular face.

He smiled slightly. "I see you guys have recovered. Good, you made some coffee, I'd like some if that's okay. I really need the heat right now."

"Please. Sir, who are you?" Marita asked.

"You can call me Cassim. What about you?"

"Marita de Neuve. This is my dearest friend, Claudine Dupont."

"Oh, so you are French," he said with sudden enlightenment.

"In a way," she said, smiling seductively. "We can't thank you enough, Mr. Qasim. This cabin is very comfortable. I hope you don't mind us borrowing these clothes from your trunk."

He waved his hand. "That's exactly what I hope. I hope you will accept it. They were originally given as gifts to your family. But this color may have been chosen for you, you look so beautiful in it. You both have a very special radiance. Kloten has golden skin and shiny red hair, and you, with such white skin, silver hair, and blue eyes, this is a beauty that will amaze any painter, or even any art connoisseur..." He waved his hand and smiled very sincerely. "Now, I insist that you accept these things. Who else but you are more worthy of them?"

"Thank you, sir. Most of our clothes are lost. You are very kind." Kloten smiled charmingly, revealing two dimples.

Qasim sipped his coffee. "I am happy to serve a beautiful lady, especially a young girl in distress. Oh, dear, I must go again. I suppose you must think I am being reckless?"

The corners of his mouth curled up in a faint smile, but there was something fiery in his dark eyes as he looked at Marita's blue. Marita felt a thrill of excitement well up in her. He is really attractive.

"Not reckless, but a little bit - too frank, right?" she said.

He laughed. "Yes, I do, all the time."

There was a look of laziness yet unrelaxation on his face. He has a broad forehead, on which are clearly written sharpness and wisdom. Marita suddenly realized that this man was a very dangerous man. This immediately made her feel uneasy.

"We are still in danger, sir," Kloten said lively, interrupting her thoughts.

"Isn't it? You have to admit that you lost your companions in the storm and are now alone and helpless, right?"

"Is that so?" "Then I insist that you allow me to take custody of you. I have a large house in Algiers, near the port where the ship will soon arrive. If you are willing to be my guest, I will be honored. If you are afraid that your relatives and friends will worry, I will send someone to send them a letter."

Marita looked at Klotin. Her hand was over her mouth. Her eyes widened and she nodded gently.

Marita immediately agreed with joy. Of course she knew this was wrong, and if they knew, they would definitely not agree. But who would know? Without Aunt Anna, where else would they stay until the rescue ship came to take them home? It would be better to stay with Cassim than to find a random hotel in an unknown town.

"Thank you, sir," said Marita. This is a confession from the bottom of their hearts. "We are happy to accept your kind invitation."

Cassim finished his coffee and raised his eyelids. "So you're going to Martinique? Is that where your home is?"

Marita nodded, thinking of the big white house in Portroyeres. “My father had a sugar plantation. We were educated at the Nantes Convent and then we returned home.”

"Oh, I've heard of that place," Kasim said. "It's a school for training ladies, right? They say the rules are very strict there?"

Marita's face flushed a little. Of course, he could not imagine how "harsh" that was.

"After such a life-and-death struggle, I think you should relax after eating a little. Please let me serve you. Everything will be arranged properly here."

A smile appeared on Kloten's face. "It sounds wonderful! I'm really looking forward to this, wearing blue casual clothes, eating simple but delicious food, and walking around in a room surrounded by stone walls. Oh, just mentioning the word "relaxation" makes me salivate."

Qasim laughed. "We will be in Algiers soon. I will show you the rooms filled with fragrance. You will drink sherbet, look at the beautiful fountains, and the aroma of jasmine and roses will surround you. Ah, my dear girls, this is what I am very happy to offer you." Such a promise, such a low and smooth voice like velvet, Marita felt a sweet warmth flowing down her back. Kloten glanced at her and laughed loudly in his throat. They all longed to go to Algiers, vaguely feeling that their lives might change from then on.

Cassim stood up, picked up his hat and walked to the door. "Please forgive me, the hardships you have gone through have exhausted you. I should have let you rest earlier."

Marita did not feel tired. On the contrary, she felt very excited. She had never met anyone so charming, in some ways he was even superhuman. He seemed to radiate a magnetic energy. She was a little depressed by the end of the conversation; Cassim was too attractive. He has thick, curly black hair. His black clothes concealed his physique, but from the way he walked, although he was slightly tilted, he was obviously a muscular man.

She felt something boiling in her blood. During her long time in the convent, she rarely saw men. Now destiny brought Cassim to her. What an outstanding person this is! Klotin saw him in the same way, with strong emotions filling his heart, and even his silk coat could not hide the ups and downs of his emotions.

"I will ensure that you are not disturbed," Qasim said. "I wish you a good night, and tomorrow morning, if you will allow me, shall we dine together? It would give me great pleasure."

He smiled a friendly smile. Marita was deeply moved, but she couldn't fully trust him yet. How she wished she could understand men better. Cassim was careful and articulate, which was dangerous, although it made him even more irresistible. It was a bit complicated for a girl who came out of a convent to deal with all this, and it seemed that Cassim had won the whole thing.

"But...but where are you staying tonight?" asked Marita.

He turned and smiled at her. "Don't worry about me, Miss Marita. I live in the servants' room next door. But I'm touched that you thought of that. Thank you for your concern."

His dark, deep eyes fixed upon her, and Mary felt powerless. There was something unfathomable deep in his eyes.

So Qasim turned and walked out.

Klotin kept talking about Cassim.

"He's so attractive, so well-mannered. I've never met anyone like him, so polite, a real gentleman. Where do you think he's from? Spanish? No, his name - Qasim - sounds Arab. Maybe Turkish. Do you think he likes me? He says I'm petite. Most men don't usually mind red hair and freckles. He likes you, too, more than me, but I guess you have admirers..."

Talk and talk, endlessly. Marita nodded frequently, and when she said she was tired and stopped to catch her breath, Marita added a word or two. She smiled from the bottom of her heart. Her friend hadn't been so active for a long time, and she herself, to be honest, was a little flattered by the compliments.

Kloten yawned. "This bed is really wide, big enough for both of us to sleep in."

"This is much more comfortable than the narrow bed in the dormitory," Marita said. "I hated the nights there the most. That cold, lifeless room. The blanket was so narrow and small, and I didn't know where it came from. I also hated having to lie in bed properly, even in the coldest weather, I had to keep my arms outside the quilt."

"Just to prevent us from touching our sinful bodies!" Klotin sneered, "What a hateful hypocrisy!"

Marita paused, a trace of doubt flashing through her mind. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, that's right. Now that we're all home, there's no need to hide. We all know what Aunt Anna is."

Marita looked up quickly. "Krodin!"

Her eyes widened as Kloten removed his coat and turned around to show her her bare back. She now knew what Kloten had been hiding before. There were red streaks running vertically and horizontally around the buttocks, which was shocking to the eye. There were clearly visible whip marks on Kloten's golden skin.

She was speechless. "You too—? But when did this happen? These look like they were recently punched."

"Two days ago. When you thought I was on the deck, Sister Anna called me to her cabin. She said I had to purify my soul. She said I was a restless creature and she would beat the sin out of my body, just as she always did in the convent. I was terrified. She was too harsh, too rigid. She made me lie between her knees and hid my face under her moldy robes to muffle my moans. At first, I twisted and cried out in unbearable pain with each blow, but later... my skin began to itch and my flesh seemed to tremble involuntarily, as if I enjoyed this torture."

Kloten paused for a moment. Her cheeks were a little red. "I think Aunt Anna knew how I felt because she didn't just beat me. When she stopped beating me and I was sobbing, she...she stuffed the whip between my legs and rubbed it and then poked her cold, hard fingers into me. I couldn't bear it. My body began to twist, my cheeks turned red, my buttocks became hot and red, and my heartbeat accelerated. She said in a light and sharp voice that I was a slut, that I was soft and tender like a whore. But I actually liked her teasing. The harder she teased, the more comfortable I felt. My breathing became rapid, immersed in a joy I had never experienced before. Finally, she let me suck her fingers clean, and then walked out without saying a word, leaving me lying on the floor sobbing softly. Oh, Marita, now she is dead. I...I don't know how to describe my feelings..."

Klotin's light brown eyes were filled with tears. If she had just been forcing herself to narrate all this, now she had completely collapsed, and her lips were trembling. Marita put her arms around her and combed her hair. A crystal teardrop slid down Klotin's cheek.

"Stop talking. There's nothing to blame yourself for. We should have talked about these things earlier. How many people did she abuse? I thought she only did that to me. I didn't dare to say it out loud, so she kept coming up with new tricks to torture me."

"Did she hit you?"

"No, she humiliates me in other ways. Oh, you must be cold without any clothes on, how about we get on the bed, huddle together and warm up and I'll tell you."

Crotin climbed into bed. Marita took off her clothes, moved closer to her and took her arm. Klotin's soft chest was pressed against Marita. She was shorter than Marita and her head was resting on Marita's chin. Marita's breath was as sweet as orchid, gently brushing Klotin's hair.

"This feels so good." Kloten murmured. "I remember when I was a kid, I would run around in your bed after having a nightmare."

Marita smiled brightly and felt more at ease and secure. Frankly, she felt quite pleased with the feeling of Klotin's elastic body pressed against hers. The feeling was indescribable, but at the same time, she remembered Aunt Anna's withered body, her rigid horse face, the unpleasant smell oozing from her skin, and her cold and rough hands.

"What did she do to you?" Kloten asked in a low voice, as if he could see through her thoughts. "Tell me. Let all the ugly memories flow out; let them be forgotten forever, and they can no longer hurt us."

Marita's mouth went dry, and her face flushed with shame. She shouldn't have told it in the first place...but maybe it was time for her to push her inner demons away. She forced herself to continue.

"That was not long after we arrived at the convent. I think she didn't like me because she could find fault with everything I did. She would find fault with me and beat me. She would always leave me for last and ask me some nitpicking questions, such as, "Have I washed myself?" She would make me open my mouth and carefully check if my teeth were clean. She would pull my earlobes to see if my ears were clean. Sometimes she would lift my skirt to see if there were any stains on my shirt. Once she asked me to untie my braids. She pulled them so hard that my head hurt. Gradually I realized that she was jealous of my youth."

"And your beauty. It would be strange if she wasn't jealous. She has a flat chest and no one would look at her with affection. This old bitch would probably want to swallow you up in one gulp, right?"

Marita's face turned even redder. "She...she almost did that. She asked me to clean the room, which was what I feared the most, but I didn't dare to resist. The most terrible thing was mopping the floor. I had to squat on the ground and mop it bit by bit, with Aunt Anna watching me. She asked me to roll up my shirt and skirt to my waist and tie them up, so that my buttocks were exposed and visible. She said this was to prevent the wet floor from dirtying my clothes. I had to kneel down and wipe back and forth repeatedly, and her eyes followed my buttocks and looked inside. I was so wronged that I almost cried."

"But she never whipped you? That surprises me. You must have been in a mess. Is that all?"

Marita paused, took a long breath, and continued: "Her fingers ran through my hair, almost pulling it. I felt the bench beneath me was cold and hard, so I remembered to quickly close my legs and cover some exposed parts of my body. My legs were trembling. But as soon as I moved, she immediately hit my legs. After a while, she asked me to lie on the wooden bench and said she wanted to check it carefully. Kloten... I can't go on."

Klotin's soft fingers slid across Marita's back. She wrapped her legs around one of Marita's legs and rubbed it gently. Marita felt something wet sliding across her body, and her whole body felt a little hot.

Her friend said in a very quiet, faraway voice, "Go on. I want to know everything."

Klotin's breathing quickened. Marita felt her slowly move over and rub against her slowly, her body warm. Kloten's lips gently touched Marita's cheek and kissed her gently.

"I can't help it," she whispered. "Think about your beautiful body, displayed there without reservation, smooth as jade, elastic, and full of temptation. I'm almost aroused. Go on, quickly, this will help me get rid of those painful memories, do you mind?"

Marita didn't care. In fact, she was also aroused by Claudine's ups and downs. Her nipples became small and hard, and her whole body became hot. She concentrated and continued her story.

"You can imagine how embarrassed I was. The room was cold, and I could clearly feel the chill coming from the stool. My butt was pressed against the stool so that she could see what she wanted to see. I had never been in such a humiliating situation before. The blood rushed to my face and it was red and hot. Is this enough? She asked me to get up, and I felt relieved, thinking that it was finally over. But she was still not satisfied and actually bent down to take a closer look. I closed my eyes and left it to fate. I was afraid to look at her wolf-like eyes, which flashed with greed as if she had found some prey. She reached her hand between my legs and touched and pinched me hard. I felt so uncomfortable."

"Then I felt her fingers spread my labia and pressed hard, and the inside part bulged out. Tears slowly seeped out of my tightly closed eyes. I hated what she did, but I couldn't deny that at this moment, my abdomen had a warm and comfortable feeling."

"Ah, that's right, it's obviously not clean!" Aunt Anna said suddenly, her voice a little strange. "Let me teach you how to do it."

"I had the urge to retreat. I didn't dare to open my eyes. Suddenly, there was something warm and wet moving around in my lower body. I was shocked and confused. It took me a while to realize that it was Aunt Anna's tongue! I opened my eyes and saw her head swaying under me, busy "cleaning" my lower body! She licked my labia, then my thighs and lower abdomen. I felt swollen and painful. I groaned and raised my buttocks to rub against her dry lips. She laughed wildly and called me a slut, but she didn't seem annoyed. She hit me from time to time, not really hitting, but just to increase my pleasure. Then, her tongue stretched deeper, and I felt her fingers tightly grasping my buttocks."

"Her two dry, withered fingers hurt me, and I convulsed. My legs straightened, my waist bent, my lower abdomen thrust out, and I left her mouth. Aunt Anna's breathing became rapid, and she slowly loosened her hand, shaking, and she stood up."

"Okay, it's clean now," she said. "Put your skirt down and get out of here."

"I fled from the room on shaky legs. I was embarrassed by the pleasure I had just felt. But later - I have to admit - I even longed for her to do this. This - was the first of many similar experiences."

"Oh, Marita," Claudine moaned, grabbing her waist and gripping her hips, rubbing her pussy more and more against Marita's thighs. "I'm literally there, kiss me, oh, kiss my lips, please."

Marita put her lips close to Kloten's and gave her a long kiss. Their tongues entwined for the first time and it felt wonderful. It's simply wonderful. Kloten suddenly let go and gasped, and Marita felt as if all the blood in her body was burning. They were all immersed in great joy.

Slowly, Kloten calmed down. She patted Marita's back gently with her fingers and slowly lay down. Marita held her closer. She is exhausted. All the fears and troubles, all the mixed emotions, what Aunt Anna had done, seemed to no longer exist. She was glad that Klotin found pleasure in her narration.

Claudine is a young, vibrant beauty who finds the direct pleasure she gets from sex heals her wounds. Marita also felt comforted. It's time to go to bed.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow there is Kasim.

In the middle of the night Marita woke up.

Cassim appeared in her dreams and could not be driven away. It seemed as if she had known him for a long time, or was someone very similar to him. He was exactly the man who had appeared in her dreams many times, with dark skin and handsome face. He brought her courage and spiritual comfort in the long and lonely and depressed nights.

She imagined him coming to her in the dark night, his angular face vivid and passionate in the moonlight. Shadows were cast across the eye sockets of his skull. Although I couldn't see the color, I could tell that his sexy lips looked like he had just been kissed. He stretched out a hand and lifted her clothes. The soft silk immediately slid down silently, revealing her white shoulders. His cool fingers stroked her body...

She pulled herself back to her thoughts. It feels like they are so close, as if they are in sync with each other. Did he like her as much as she liked him? Definitely not. He is a man who is cautious in his emotions. But she couldn't help but think that he was the brightest and most brilliant part of her thoughts.

It's dangerous, but it's an alluring danger. The danger made her heart pound. Her mood had not yet calmed down and she was still in a state of agitation. Kloten beside him was sleeping soundly and peacefully, his face serene and calm, all his confusion gone.

She had to calm down. She was born into an upper-class French family and had a good upbringing. Although she was spoiled and a little willful, she always remained calm in the face of adversity. She has always been proud of her composure. Even during the days in the convent when Sister Anna tortured her, she remained like this. As long as it was daytime, Sister Anna had to restrain herself and she was no longer afraid. How powerful is this man to disrupt her peaceful life?

She put her arm around Kloten and placed her hand on her warm back. Klotin's soft hips rested against her thighs. She was completely relaxed.

Her feelings towards Cassim – an aggressive man – show how ignorant she is about men.

She also decided to become more experienced as quickly as possible.

Despite the turmoil in her mind, she finally fell into a deep sleep and had no dreams that night.

Qasim let them stay in his room for the rest of the journey. They dined together and talked about many things.

He was extremely charming and seemed very interested in what they were talking about, but they knew nothing about him. When the topic turned to himself, he always managed to avoid it in a timely and clever way. At first Marita didn't realize it, but later she began to pay attention to his excuses, the sarcastic smile when he was silent, and sometimes the mischievous smile he gave him, suggesting that he had let the cat out of the bag. He said he was always open about his shortcomings and seemed proud of it. Was this his way of protecting his secrets, of avoiding questions he couldn't answer truthfully?

But even this has become part of his charm. His mysterious background adds to his charm. All she knew was that he had travelled extensively, was wealthy, and had a large house in Algiers.

Cassim’s servants cooked, cleaned, and served them all. A dark-skinned, handsome man named Hamit seemed to be Cassim's close friend. They were often together, and Marita guessed that they talked about business matters, or that Cassim had some instructions to the servants.

One morning, Marita was alone in the cabin and Kloten went up on deck. Marita was trying out a hairstyle that was the most popular style in Paris. She blew her hair into small curls and then put it in a bun.

Cassim came in quietly. She saw it in the mirror and turned around abruptly.

He laughed out loud. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to scare you. I thought no one was here. But I'm glad to see you, pretty lady."

Before she could say anything, he had reached out to touch her hair. He looked at the small plush hat with admiration, his fingers already touching her scalp. She felt his hand sliding down her scalp to her neck, extremely gently.

"Your hair is so light, it looks like strands of Twister," he said, twisting a lock of hair around his long fingers. "I've never seen hair like this before."

His other hand moved to her sleeve and slowly stroked her bra. Marita held her breath. He unzipped the zipper with his fingertips and pulled away the delicate floral bra, his fingers sliding over Marita's bare skin and caressing her neck.

"What a beautiful skin, as smooth as jade."

His touch was extremely gentle, but Marita couldn't help but shiver. His fingertips were warm and her pulse quickened. Cassim let out a throaty laugh. Their eyes met in the mirror, Marita was startled, and then lowered her head. Her cheeks flushed and her lips trembled slightly.

"You are a budding flower, Marita. Do you know where your allure comes from? Innocence. How difficult it is for a man to resist this. I know how much pleasure a flesh-and-blood body can enjoy. But... I will wait. Until you tell me that the time is right."

She stared at him, her eyes were blank, and there was a pool of autumn water in her eyes, deep blue. She didn't know how to answer him. She was speechless. His words were shocking. She should have shouted for help and reprimanded him for his behavior, but she could only bite her lips and her fingers unconsciously stroked her clothes.

Cassim smiled slightly, lazily but meaningfully. His eyes scanned her face, guessing her reaction. Then he kissed her curls and leaned back in his chair.

Marita breathed a sigh of relief, but felt empty and couldn't move for a moment. Her skin had been hot before, but now it was a little cold. She tried to calm her rapid breathing, thinking that she shouldn't wear such tight clothes.

Marita regained her composure, and there was an awkward silence in the cabin. She picked up the comb and began to tidy up her somewhat disheveled hair, but her hands were shaking so badly that Qasim must have noticed. She put down the comb and attached the small silk flowers to the curlers one by one.

"You look even more charming in your own clothes," said Qasim in a dreamy voice. "Hamilton has arranged them so well that they look like new. But I still want you to wear the clothes in the trunk. A beauty like you can wear any jewels, grandmas, sapphires or gold necklaces. Ah, you are the incomparable Miss Marita. It is a feast for my eyes to have you as my guest."

The aggressive man was gone. Instead, this polite gentleman appeared. She even wondered if what he had said before was just a nightmare.

"Thank...thank you," she said with some difficulty, not sure how to answer him. His transformation was so quick that she was a little confused.

He was about to say something else when a shout was heard.

"Land! We see land!"

Qasim hurried toward the deck and glanced at Marita. "Come on! Marita, I want to share this beautiful moment with you. You will see the Barbary Ocean, which is my home."

She grabbed her hat, tied it under her chin, and followed Cassim onto the deck. Her legs felt a little weak, and the places that Cassim had touched seemed to still be warm. She clenched her fists. A strange feeling spread from the bottom of my heart. Warm and exciting. expect? Yes. But she couldn't tell whether it was because she was about to see the coastline or because she was going to Cassim's home.

Kloten leaned against the railing. There is a hill in the distance, hidden among the tall buildings. Cypress trees can be seen everywhere, shining like dark green candles. There are also many red spires. The entire coast sparkles under the sun like a turquoise necklace, flashing charming light.

"It's so beautiful," Marita whispered.

"Wait until you see my house before you draw your conclusions," Qasim said, looking her straight in the eyes. "You'll be even more surprised there. Of course, all my jewelry will pale in comparison when you're here, but I think you'll like it there."

Klotin glanced at Marita excitedly. Any words are superfluous at this time. The crowd had already piled onto the deck and was looking at the coast with great joy. Cassim suddenly turned his back to the sea, and a subtle shadow passed across his face - it seemed a little annoyed - but it disappeared after a moment.

"I hope you will accept my advice. Algiers is a dangerous place for girls who don't wear veils. Only prostitutes here don't wear veils - of course, they don't wear much clothes. I promise you will be safe with me, but if you go out wearing this, you will definitely attract a lot of attention. They will stare at you and make you feel uncomfortable all over. So, I suggest you wear this tightly wrapped national costume."

Klotin smiled sweetly, "Really, sir, is that necessary? Ha, you always like to compliment us like this, saying that we are special. Maybe you want to lock us up for your own admiration?" "Oh my God! We are free young women, not birds in cages!"

They looked at each other and laughed.

"Kroten is often silly," Marita said lovingly, "I want to do this. I don't want to be the target of public criticism. What do you think of Kroten?"

"Of course. I was just joking. Where are the clothes?" Kloten smiled at Cassim.

Cassim smiled too, but there was a satisfied light in his eyes. Marita felt that there was another reason for his happiness; he seemed so absent-minded and anxious to leave the ship.

She felt a certain fear deep in her heart again. The conversation in the cabin just now came to mind again. This man is passionate and rich, and he can get what he wants. Was it right for them to follow him? Alas, it's too late to refuse now.

Cassim might be a cold-blooded—even cruel—man, she could almost tell that by instinct.

He smiled, warmth radiating from his angular face. Ah ha, he is an interesting man. He is like a forbidden fruit, full of sinful temptations.

No one could refuse his invitation.

Marita's stomach twisted a little.

Everything about this man is forgivable.

Chapter 2

Marita and Klotin were packing to get off the boat. Qasim stood outside the door and listened to their movements.

He was holding a pile of clothes in his hands, black robes, shawls, veils, and gloves. He would go into the cabin and give them the pile later, but he had to wait first.

He was looking forward to that moment. It was incredible that in a moment he would disembark with these two charming guests and return to his home together. His mind was filled with all kinds of beautiful fantasies, and they would do many wonderful things together.

Let’s talk about Crotin first. She is a very conquerable girl and there will be no difficulty in dealing with her. She is pleasure-seeking, lively and lovely. There is no doubt about this. As long as you are a man, who doesn't want to touch her hair or her curvy body? Who doesn’t want to embrace the softness and fragrance of jade?

He thought of her naked. He had seen everything through the small hole in the cabin wall. He also saw the naked Marita, although it was only for a moment, it was enough to make his heart flutter.

Ah, she was so perfect. Although she was not as plump as her friend, her smooth skin and shy look of wanting to say something but stopping herself had completely conquered him. He heard Aunt Anna's stories and their heartfelt talks, and it was all very exciting.

Then the nightgown slipped off, and he saw Claudine's thighs flexing and stretching, and her full breasts, her nipples tightening. They are all beautiful girls.

His penis became erect at the thought. He had been like this since he first saw them. It made him feel strong and full of flesh and blood. He often enjoyed this pleasure; the longer it lasted, the more excited he became. There was only one problem, he had to have enough willpower to control the feeling.

Restrained, he liked the word, it described him in a way. He always controls and disciplines himself regarding his shortcomings, and few people can guess the turbulent inner world beneath his calm appearance. His ability to control himself is commendable; it is not his usual style to act on impulse.

A long time ago he discovered an unexpected realm. A state where pain and happiness are mixed together is enough to make anyone ecstatic.

Marita and Klotin would, of course, be invited to participate in this kind of game.

He thought of Marita's expression when he had walked into the cabin just now. She looked stunning in her ridiculous Western clothes. That light grey velvet suit suits her very well. The thin scarf was decorated with a few roses and was wrapped around the neck and tied neatly at the back. She raised her hands to comb her hair, and her sleeves slid down from her elbows, covering her upper arms like a beautiful flower, revealing her flexible and delicate wrists.

He saw her corset and her brightly colored skirt. The thought of the satin-smooth skin beneath the bra and skirt made his heart warm.

His penis was erect, pressing against his pants. His stomach tightened.

He didn't want to touch her, but he couldn't resist. He put his hand on her head and immediately felt that everything was so beautiful. The black hair wrapped around his hand was light and warm, with the fragrance of some kind of hay, and seemed to be coated with some hair conditioner. He couldn't even wait for her to wash off the conditioner. He just wanted to hold her hair in his hands and comb it deeply.

Her hair had triggered his faux pas. He felt her breasts. Her skin was as smooth as jade, and he could hardly control himself. He put his hand inside her bra and touched her nipple. He imagined it protruding, the whole breast like a ripe fruit, and he couldn't wait to get up and suck it. He would look at it for a long time, lick it with his tongue until it shiny, suck it to make it swell, and play an interesting game with his tongue and teeth.

Finally he controlled himself, didn't touch her, and just walked around the room. Marita's eyes in the mirror seemed more intoxicated, so wide and blue. She looked innocent and pleading, her pink lips trembling and her face full of fear. Did she know she was going to lose her virginity? He thought she was resisting this kind of thing from the bottom of her heart.

Let's talk about it when everything is better.

This moment had been worth waiting for, for him and for her. And this moment will definitely come. He was sure of it.

He walked towards the cabin and the door opened. "Give you clothes," he said in a calm, steady voice. "Are you ready?"

Marita looked around with delight. Algiers is a fascinating place.

The air was stiflingly hot. The scent of jasmine mixed with dust, along with the aroma of grilled meat and baked snacks, and entered their noses. Qasim led them along a cobblestone path where vendors were hawking their wares, carrying piles of glass rosaries and colorful fabrics.

They turned and twisted along a narrow lane bordered by high stone walls, which seemed very mysterious to the two girls. Occasionally you can see some country courtyards, with blue tiles shining in the sun and embroidered floral curtains hanging in front of the doors. There are some small fountains along the way, with trees planted next to them and many potted flowers.

Then they walked through a fetid alley, the intersections littered with sticky, dirty stuff. Rats swarmed away from the rotten food. Next to the butcher shop, a dirty, barefoot boy was playing some dark game. There was a group of old men nearby, drinking and fanning the stove.

Marita's eyes behind her black veil were drawn to it all. She was wearing a black robe and a black shawl, wrapping her body tightly. Krotingui was in front, but was blocked by Hammett's huge body. Marita could only see the top of her hat. In such a dangerous place, they all seemed too weak and unable to protect themselves. Cassim walked in front, followed by two servants. One held a parasol, the other a huge fan made of peacock feathers.

Marita couldn't help noticing how smoothly they were moving along, as if by magic. People stopped what they were doing to let them pass. Some bowed, others placed their hands on their foreheads or lips in a gesture of welcome. Many people looked at them curiously. There were also some hostile looks directed at them, mainly from women who were dressed in shabby clothes.

She was glad to be wearing such a strange outfit; the black cloth somewhat blocked out the strong sunlight and absorbed her sweat. She insisted on wearing her own underwear, but now, she regretted not listening to Cassim. Her bra was damp with sweat and stretched tight against her body. If I had listened earlier and put on that big, loose robe, I wouldn't be feeling so uncomfortable now.

When they arrived at this market-like place, Marita heard huge cheers welcoming them, and people stood together respectfully. The servants standing beside Marita touched each other's arms, pointed and whispered something, all looking towards a high wooden platform. The crowd made way. Qasim ordered the team to stop. The servants formed a circle, surrounding the two ladies in the middle, but also leaving room for them to clear the platform.

Four men dragged a man down the stairs. The man's hands were tied behind his back, but it was obvious that the four men were having a hard time pulling him. Marita held her breath. The prisoner was stripped naked and looked tall, strong and handsome. He tried to struggle and was immediately scolded. His hands were tied to two thick wooden pillars. He glared at the crowd with contempt, still trying to struggle.

Marita guessed that this man must be a criminal. There was a defiant expression on his face. He was very close to her; she could clearly see his gray eyes, clear and bright, filled with arrogance. It was obvious that he did not regret the crime he had committed. He raised his chin and puffed out his chest with pride. She suddenly felt that she admired this man very much. He was like a lion, beautiful and dangerous.

She kept her eyes on his body for a long time. Muscular limbs. Toned chest. The skin on the lower body is darker than other parts of the body. She was a little confused, after all, she had never seen a man naked like this before. His skin was shiny and glossy.

Looking at the body of a prisoner, a body destined to be punished, people will feel somewhat uncomfortable. But at this moment, Marita heard a strange voice.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Kasim whispered in her ear.

"Yes, he's brilliant," she said without hesitation. Then she saw a fleeting spark of thought flash across Cassim's sideways face. Was he jealous? How ridiculous. She almost laughed, but finally held it back. Qasim was not a man to be laughed at.

"Do you know... do you know what crime this prisoner committed?" she asked.

Qasim laughed. "Of course I know. He's a runaway slave. His name is Gabriel. He was the slave of a merchant friend of mine."

Her father had slaves in Martinique, too, but none had ever escaped. This is a felony second only to murder. She harmed Bergaburi. The name is very appropriate because he is indeed as beautiful as an angel. For a man like him, being a slave was a sad thing. She felt him staring at her for a while, unscrupulously, and suddenly she had an urge to draw back her veil, to take a good look at his face, and to let him know that she did not like this.

As if he saw into her heart, Qasim put his hand on her shoulder. Marita turned around and looked at him, and saw a hint of pride on his face. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"Have you ever seen anyone being beaten?" Qasim said.

"No. Dad never beats our slaves," Marita said.

"Really? That's really weird. Then you must be eager to see something like this."

She gave him a fearful look, wondering if she had heard him wrongly. "Do you like this kind of thing?"

He was grinning. "Exactly. Pain in moderation can stimulate the senses. This stimulation is beneficial not only to the person who experiences it. Don't worry too much, he won't be hurt too badly because that's not the purpose. Look closely at Gabriel. You'll see what I mean."

Marita shuddered. Cassim's words made her feel a little sick, but they also confused her more.

A fully armed man with a whip came down the steps and came straight up behind Gabriel. He put the whip behind him and then pulled his head down by his thick hair. Gabriel's breasts protruded, her back was bent like a bow, and her buttocks were raised. The fully armed man grinned and groped Gabriel's chest with his fleshy hands, pinching his pectoral muscles and pulling out his nipples. He played with it repeatedly with his thumb and index finger, rubbing and kneading it, and soon it turned reddish brown.

Marita thought how shameful and embarrassing it was to be publicly teased and insulted like this.

The hairy hand slid down Gabriel's flat abdomen and rubbed repeatedly around the navel. He reached his hand down further and grabbed hold of something. Gabriel closed his eyes. Marita knew that even if he could turn a blind eye, he could not turn a deaf ear to the cheers of the crowd around him. The hairy hand grabbed his penis and yanked it out. The crowd cheered even louder now.

It stood there upright, and the crowd went crazy. Gabriel's hair was a little messy and his head was lowered. The beastly man was still fiddling with the thing.

How could he bear it? Marita thought in shock. Her eyes were still fixed on him, as if she could no longer look away.

After a while, the man picked up the whip. He stood beside Gabriel, licking his thick lips with his tongue. Gabriel said a curse word and the man laughed wildly, grabbing the thing with one hand and whipping him lightly on the thigh with the other. All organs are exposed. Gabriel's face was filled with shame. The man continued to torture him, gently teasing his penis with the tip of the whip.

The crowd cheered wildly. The man rested for a while, looked at the crowd's reaction, and let go of his hand. He threw the whip back and walked slowly behind Gabriel.

"More?" he roared, and suddenly he grabbed Gabriel's hips with both hands and pulled them apart. His penis was erect again, with a dark red blood stain on it.

Gabrielle flinched. The crowd got even more excited.

"Hit him! Hit him!" some people shouted, and the voices were getting louder and louder.

The man smiled sinisterly. "Oh, you've exhibited enough, all right, then," he said.

Marita couldn't take her eyes off Gabriel's face. His high cheekbones made his face look even thinner, and his red face was filled with shame. The first blow of the whip came down hard, and his face twitched. His powerful mouth remained tightly closed, still so aloof.

Her attention was distracted. Because of his pain, he seemed more charming. Ah, how she wanted to hold him in her arms, kiss his bruised lips, and caress his injured body.

She was startled by herself. Where do these ideas come from? Did she finally understand what Cassim meant?

Yes. She knew it at that moment. Aunt Anna awakened her sexual instincts. For a long time this feeling had been lying dormant. What a shocking discovery this is. She needed to think about it, and now was no time.

The beating began.

The whip made a "swish" sound, but the sound was not too loud, and it seemed that not much force was used. The crowd became agitated. Marita saw Gabriel's head suddenly turn, but the expression on his face remained unchanged. Another whip hit his waist, and red streaks immediately appeared. Beads of sweat appeared on Bugari's forehead.

She wanted to know how he felt. The whip was not very heavy. Whip after whip. The people behind him must have been able to see the red marks on his white skin, the red and white interlaced, clearly visible. She watched all this and felt very happy. Of course she wanted to see his eyelids, which must be more beautiful.

The whip was hitting Gabriel's neck now, and it was hitting harder and harder. He tried to struggle, and Marita saw that the ropes binding his hands were cutting deep into his body. His fists were clenched tightly, and his fingers were pale from blood loss. His chest heaved, his two copper-brown nipples sticking straight out. He was breathing heavily, his ribs flared and his belly sunken. His thighs trembled and beads of sweat slid down them.

She leaned forward to look at his face. It was a distorted face. He couldn't endure such torture. Oh, Rubry, you look even more heroic. Tears welled up in her eyes and she wanted to kiss his hot face and help him remove the strand of light yellow hair that fell on his forehead.

Gabriel's lip trembled. Without a doubt, his toughness collapsed and he dropped his head onto his shoulders, burying his face in his outstretched arms. He groaned, and Marita felt a little heat between her buttocks.

"Look at his genitals," Qasim whispered.

She saw it stand straighter. His scrotum shrank into two hard lumps of stone. There is no doubt that any woman who sees him will want him. People shouted wildly. She hoped they could be quieter, as such a scene could only be appreciated in a silent atmosphere. Her legs went limp. Every low moan of Gabriel was like a hammer, hitting her heart hard. She felt something clogging her throat.

Cassim smiled at her gently, as if he understood her very well. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him, whispering, "I know I won't let you down when I take you home, Marita. Look carefully, don't miss any detail. Look at Gabriel's face. Does he look like a trapped animal? Look how out of control he is. There's nothing he can do about it. He wants to control himself and not let these people around him get away with it, but he can't, and everyone knows it. So they can laugh at him as much as they want. They come to see this spectacular sight, and they enjoy his helplessness. Look at their faces."

That's true. Every face was hungry. They gathered around him, admiring his suffering with a look of admiration on their faces. Some people were even jealous of him, and the men drooled with shining eyes. A heavily made-up red-haired woman unzipped her bra, revealing a pair of ripe breasts. She held them in her hands, as if ready to give them to Gabriel at any time. She looked back and smiled, revealing a row of white and neat teeth, then turned and walked towards a man dressed as a butcher. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her breasts madly, and the crowd cheered.

From the corner of her eye, Marita saw a man lift up the skirt of a prostitute and slide his hand inside. The prostitute was half-hearted and bargaining, but he pounced on her impatiently, letting out a happy moan, and performing nakedly in various postures, which made Marita blush.

Qasim rubbed his face against her head, his hair was wet and dripping with sweat. Marita felt a few drops of hot, salty liquid on her lips, and then she realized that Qasim had removed her veil, revealing her eyes, nose and mouth. One of his hands held her arm, and the other hand fiddled with her neck, finally lifting her chin.

His fingertips touched her mouth. She opened her mouth hungrily, and his thumb immediately slipped inside, mingling with her tongue. She felt his skin was salty.

Cassim's breathing became more and more rapid, and she felt some changes in his body. His eyes were burning, and it seemed that every part of his body was nurturing an impulse. His angular face looked as if it had been carved from stone.

Something was changing inside Marita, too. She had never been so excited. All sense of shame was gone and she even became jealous of the prostitute. She wanted to be possessed and conquered. Kasim's thumb moved and she sucked deeply, wrapping her tongue tighter around it.

She still couldn't take her eyes off the platform, his lower body had been beaten enough and it looked like he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

The whip kept hitting Gabriel's thighs, gently, and if he moved the slightest, the rope would cut into his wrists. Then the whip moved down and hit his scrotum. He let out a sharp groan and his breathing became heavy and short. His teeth were showing and he looked sheepish and cheerful. The crowd also let out a low cry.

"It's out, look!" Qasim said, biting Marita's ear and pulling his thumb out of her mouth.

Every cell in her body was excited and her heart beat faster. Yes, oh, yes!

Gabriel was twisting his whole body, pushing with all his might. His genitals stood up, his scrotum contracted, and a stream of semen spurted out, landing on the platform, one stream after another.

"Oh my God," Marita whispered, opening and closing her eyes.

The confused grey eyes swept across her face, slowly becoming focused, and their gaze rested on that. She looked at him deeply, silently expressing her admiration. A look of understanding quickly passed over his face. He opened his mouth but no sound came out, and Marita knew he was about to cry.

She felt that she was suffering.

She loved his self-pity, his shame, the way he was finally defeated. The wooden yoke that bound his wrists supported him, otherwise he would have collapsed long ago. She knew that he wanted to find a place to hide, and she also knew how much he hated these lustful looks. Just having a roof over his head was like heaven to him. Oh, how beautiful he is in pain.

She leaned against the edge of the platform and looked at Gabriel. She placed her black-gloved hand between her legs. Suddenly, her body felt a kind of orgasm, which made her feel weak all over.

Cassim's strong hands supported her. He knew exactly what was going on. He said something in a whisper. The hand on her waist was actually shaking a little. He wanted Gabriel, too, she sensed that accurately. This made her feel very excited. Can men fall in love? What will they do together?

Kasim and Gabri. The darkest night and the brightest sun. She imagined their bodies pressed together. She felt like she had discovered a world she had never experienced before, dazzling and beautiful.

She felt weak all over. Although her body was receiving pleasure, she was still confused. How did this all happen? The robe wrapped tightly around her, making it impossible for her to move and difficult for her to breathe. This scared her. Suddenly she felt bored and wanted to walk away from the crowded crowd.

But what about poor Gabriel?

She looked at him for a moment longer. A large drop of semen was sliding down. His chest trembled. He sweated a lot and his whole body was wet.

The man with the whip walked away with a grim smile on his face. The farce is over. She realized it. Whipping is not the main thing. There is neither blood nor scars. At most, there are some slightly red parts, which will not hurt much.

Punish him with humiliation—not with the whip.

His master must have known him well enough to choose this approach. Just as Kasim knew her.

"Oh, Marita, let's leave this place. It's too hot and too dirty here, it's not good for us," Qasim said briefly, pulling her away.

Marita turned to look at Gabriel, who was still looking at her. She said "thank you" to him.

A devilish, weird smile appeared on his handsome face. Then his head dropped down to his chest.

Gabriel raised his head and stared at the back of the woman who had been looking at him.

He was very grateful to her. Her presence somewhat alleviated some of his distress. It seemed that at the last moment of his climax, he saw her. That's a very good point. He imagined they were alone together, and his reaction made him look perfect, and he saw it in the woman's shining face, and it made him proud. He didn't care that the crowd went crazy over this. He thought he was devoted only to her.

The crowd is irrelevant. What matters is her.

She also knew this very well and accepted it all silently. She was even grateful to him for it, he could tell from the shape of her lips. Even though he was tired and ashamed, he still thought about her. When they let him go, he still only thought about her.

Such a perfect eyelid. Those big supervisor's eyes were as blue as the summer sky. who is she? He had never heard of a slave being an eye-guard. She was with Cassim, who was a friend of his master, the jeweler Shalida.

The merchant often went to Qasim's house to discuss business. If Gabriel could win his favor, he might take him with him. He smiled, and she pursed her lips. He knew how to please his master. Tonight he went to ask Shelim for forgiveness.

Shelida would not refuse him when Gabriel was having sex with him in bed.

Ah, then he would have a chance to meet that woman. He hopes that day will come sooner.

Chapter 3

The crowd quickly dispersed.

The slaves quickly gathered around Marita and Klotin again and pushed them forward.

Marita lost sight of Gabriel. The markets and platforms were left far behind them.

Qasim walked beside her, holding her arm, as if nothing had happened. But Marita felt his fingers exerting a slight force, very strong. Seen from the side, his expression was stern and his mouth was tightly closed. His nose was straight and prominent, and he seemed to be trying hard to hide his inner turmoil.

He was still absorbed in what had just happened, she was sure of that. The thought cheered her up.

She felt like he might tear the clothes off her at any moment. This made her feel inexplicably happy. She liked that, welcomed it even, except that she was a little afraid of Cassim's power.

She was also a little afraid of herself. The docile convent girl was gone, and it was an intoxicating transformation. She really wanted to have a good talk with Kloten and share her innermost thoughts.

They walked for a while in silence. Gabriel's voice, appearance and smile appeared in its mind. She knew she would never forget him. But Qasim had a deeper effect on her. Even such a handsome prisoner was still not as good as Cassim in her eyes.

The fan moved back and forth over her head, and a warm, salty breeze blew from the sea. The roads here are wider and the streets are cleaner. They passed through many large houses with tall, white walls. The ornately decorated balconies project out onto the street. Soon they came to a large stone gate with intricate carvings. Two very burly soldiers stood nearby. Hammett knocked on the door with his cane. The door opened and they walked into a shady courtyard. There were many soldiers here and they all saluted Qasim.

"Welcome to my home," Qasim bowed to the two guests. "You can use my things as you like."

"Thank you, you are so enthusiastic," said Klotin, standing next to Marita.

The servants came out to welcome their master. Marita felt that many eyes were looking at them from outside the window. A woman's arm slowly stretched out. The hand was slender and long, covered with various patterns, and there was a gold bracelet on her wrist. On her middle finger she wore a huge emerald ring.

Qasim looked at the owner of the hand. He smiled and made a welcoming gesture, then turned his attention to Marita and Kloten.

"Show my guest to the living room," he ordered a servant. "Let Lila help them with everything."

He took Marita's gloved hand and kissed it, and did the same to Kloten.

"I have some business to attend to in a moment. Lila will take you to the bath and make you comfortable. I will come to the garden to meet you in the evening when it is cooler."

"We await your arrival," Marita said.

Cassim bent down and walked towards a stone tower. Hammett and the rest of his entourage followed him.

"Please follow me," the servant said, leading them through an entrance.

There are guards all along the way. When they arrived at a small bronze door, they saw more guards standing on both sides.

"How rich is Cassim that he needs so many guards to protect him?" said Klotin.

Marita was thinking the same thing. They walked through the bronze door, but the soldiers remained motionless and no one even looked at the two women. The door was pushed open and then closed heavily behind them. Marita turned around, a wave of panic running through her heart. The heavy voice made her heart sink.

The servant waited patiently and silently until she had composed herself and moved forward.

"What does this mean?" said Kloten.

"I... I don't know. This isn't what I thought it was. It seems like we're locked up. This is a strange way of treating guests."

Klotin smiled, "I think this is the custom here. I feel like everything is just like a dream. Cassim is indeed a protector. Don't worry, I just want to take a good bath and rest comfortably. I don't want anything else."

Marita shrugged. Maybe she is right. She herself really needed a good wash and relaxation. They walked along a corridor. The slaves were busy doing different tasks back and forth. There were many of them, of many different races, all women or girls, and they hardly looked at Marita and Klotin.

Marita didn't know why, but she felt uncomfortable.

Although the atmosphere here was relaxed, Marita somehow thought of the monastery. There is a sweet fragrance in the air. As they passed another yard, she glanced through the window at the town, which seemed very far away.

They followed the silent servant, walked countless cobblestone paths, and finally arrived at the bedroom door. The servant bowed and signaled them to enter.

Marita pushed aside the beaded curtain and walked in. It was the most beautiful room they had ever seen. The low sofas were covered with embroidered silk fabrics, and many women were reclining lazily on them. Some were talking, some were playing games, and some were eating sweets. The slaves kept them supplied with food and drink. Marita and Klotin were invited in. The women seemed to cease all activity, and all attention was directed to them. Marita was a little nervous, but forced herself to smile and greet them. Marita and Claudine took off their robes and removed their veils, which immediately aroused the curiosity of the women. They touched the French clothes and looked at the lovely faces, and were silent for a while. After a while they started talking loudly and it was very lively.

These French clothes and hair styles seemed too strange to them. The women's hands were curiously fiddling with Marita's head, plucking the little roses from her hair and putting their hands into her curlers, which made Marita very uncomfortable. And her blue eyes are even more eye-catching. She flinched a little, smiled brightly, lowered her eyelids, and a blush appeared on her face.

Only one woman seemed particularly special. She looked at her curiously, without scratching or touching anything, nor laughing. She has big, attractive eyes and is a real beauty. She has an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and black pupils that are as deep and unfathomable as a pool of water, so black and so bright. She had her hair in a shiny black bun with a ruby ​​brooch pinned on it. The bright red lips form a sharp contrast against the fair skin.

After a while, the woman stood up, clapped her hands and signaled for silence. The noise gradually died down.

“I’m Lila,” the woman said. "Qasim asked me to take care of you until you get used to life here. May I know your names?"

They introduced themselves. Klotin found it incredible just to think about Cassim's wealth.

"We won't stay long," she said. "Once the itinerary is arranged, we will go to Martinique."

Some of the women exchanged meaningful glances. Lila stopped them with a look. She smiled. "Of course, but now you are guests, we must treat you well. The first thing to do is of course to eat something and rest. I will take you to your room later and then take a shower."

She clapped her hands. Marita and Klotin were led to sit on a sofa, which was soft and comfortable. Slaves brought the food on a carved wooden tray. Without cutlery, Marita didn't know how to eat. Lila, noticing her embarrassment, reached into the plate and grabbed, motioning for them to follow suit.

Marita was so hungry that she ate almost everything placed in front of her. The food was delicious, the fish was fresh, the rice was fragrant, and the jelly juice made all her pores relax. After dinner they washed their hands in water scented with roses. One woman began to play an instrument and another sang.

Kloten leaned comfortably on the sofa. Next to her was a tray with candies on it. There was also something that looked very strange, like a copper lamp with a snake carved on it. Lila said it was a hookah. Marita watched the women inhaling it with relish, confused. They handed it to Kloten. She took a tentative sip and found it was very much to her taste, so she continued to inhale boldly.

"Try it, Marita. It's very interesting. The tobacco is very fragrant and cool."

Marita leaned over to suck.

"Let me take you to the bath," Lila said. "Krodin, just stay here and relax. You are rare guests."

Klotin waved his pipe and said lazily, "Go ahead, Marita. I'll be there in a while."

She was completely immersed in the wonderful feeling. The women all looked at her with admiration, gently stroked her reddish-gold hair, and kept praising her. She wore a gold necklace that sparkled against her fair skin. A woman took off a blue ribbon from her hand and tied it around Kloten's wrist, which looked very beautiful.

“Your skin color is rare here,” Lila said to Marita. "You will be very comfortable here, but you may also attract the jealousy of others. Follow me, I will protect you."

What are you protecting her from? Marita was confused and wanted to ask. But Lila had already walked ahead. The floor was covered with thick, colorful carpets, and although they walked quickly, no sound of footsteps could be heard. Kloten suddenly burst into laughter, and the sound floated over. It seems that this comfortable and peaceful place has made her reluctant to leave.

"Come on, Marita," Lila said, her voice sweet and soft. "I will take you to a paradise where you will forget all your worries and fears. In the fragrant water, you will feel endless joy, all your fatigue will be swept away, and all your tension will disappear without a trace."

This is exactly what Marita was looking forward to. She followed Lila, full of joy.

“This is Paradise—the bathroom,” Lila said. "This is more than just a place to take a shower. Here we can relax our body and mind, and all worries disappear. This is a women's world, and men are not allowed to enter."

Marita doesn't have such a nice bathroom at home. A fragrance permeated the spacious hall. Tall pillars pierce the roof, the ceiling is painted with colorful patterns, and the walls and floors are inlaid with floral tiles. There is a sunken pool in the middle of the hall.

There were many women in this hall, all served by slaves. Some of them were half-naked or naked, some were swimming in the pool, some were drying their hair on the shore, or chatting in groups of three or four.

They are all very beautiful.

A woman approaches Lila. She wore only a loose robe, slippers, and a jeweled belt tied loosely around her waist. She has a plump body. She put one hand on her waist, said something affectionate to Lila and then laughed so hard that she shook all over.

Marita lowered her eyelids, too embarrassed to stare any longer. She had never seen so many naked women. When taking a bath in the monastery, they had to cover themselves with a tight robe. Any physical contact would have been met with a rebuke, so she was stunned when she saw the woman kissing Lila's lips affectionately. The woman walked away slowly in her slippers again.

Lila turned and smiled at Marita. "Sorry to have kept you waiting. Come on, take off your clothes. Wash yourself first, then lie down and relax, drink some juice, and chat."

Two maids stood by waiting. They were also naked, with a large metal collar around their necks.

The slaves helped Lila take off her robe. Her perfect body curves immediately caught Marita's eyes, and somehow she suddenly thought of Gabriel. Their bodies are all so perfect. Lila has long limbs and fair skin. She had a full chest and a thin waist, and Marita looked at her body with envy and found that she had no body hair.

She found herself staring at her lower body with impunity. That part of her was completely bare, and everything could be seen clearly. Marita was a little surprised and curious.

Lila noticed what she was looking at, but didn't mind. She spun around and said without any modesty, "I'm beautiful, right? Do you like me, Marita? That's good, because I think you're beautiful, too. We can please each other."

Her words were incoherent and seemed to be hinting at something. Marita was both happy and afraid.

Marita's clothes were also taken off, and Lila leaned closer to look at her body. Marita twisted subconsciously, very unnaturally. But after a while she calmed down and stopped avoiding those dark eyes. In a place like this, where everyone is naked, being coy is ultimately a silly thing to do. But when the last bit of covering was taken away, her hands still unconsciously covered her lower body.

Lila laughed hoarsely. "Come on," she said. "Don't be shy. Let me see."

She grasped Marita's wrists and gently but firmly moved them away. Marita blushed and tried to find something to cover herself. The two little maids looked on and smiled softly. Lila looked at her body with a critical eye, and she was extremely embarrassed.

"Ah, you are really a natural beauty. Such beautiful breasts, tall and round, and nipples are so red and soft, who wouldn't want to touch and kiss them? Your waist is so thin! Is that what you are wearing used to bind your waist? You are really perfect."

She turned Marita half a circle. "Your butt is also very plump. Your thighs are long and strong. Why are you so shy? You have a perfect body. Just touching it will definitely give you great satisfaction."

Marita felt her cheeks flush. No one had ever spoken to her so bluntly, and she had never done anything like what Lila described. But she could feel the pleasure that Lila was talking about, because Aunt Anna had made her feel it.

She had to admit that she was glad to hear these words; Lila thought she was very pretty. Lila herself is very beautiful. Some distant memory vaguely emerged in her mind. The rigid and stiff old nun had played with her body repeatedly. Lila's eyes were fixed on her naked body, and she felt hot all over.

Lila looked at every inch of her skin with an appreciative and playful eye, and Marita seemed to sense some interest in it. This is different from the situation in the monastery. She felt a new, proud feeling rising up in her. The expressions of the two little slave girls were curious and admiring, which made her feel even more special.

"Your private parts are so charming," Lila said. "So unusual. Here, if you have body hair in your private parts, it's considered a sin. But I like it because it can hide many secrets. Your woman's secrets are so hidden that you can only see them clearly when you get close, or you need to touch them with your hands. How lovely. Charming, so charming."

She stroked it gently with her delicate fingers. She entangled her fingers in a curl of fluff and penetrated her fingertips into it. Marita was so stunned that she forgot to push her hand away.

Lila pulled her hand back and smiled. "I've lost my mind. We're in the bathroom. Let's talk about it later... later. Come on."

Lila put on a pair of high-heeled slippers. Marita sat down and followed her, slowly thinking about what she had said. Does she need to shave all her body hair too? This seemed to be the custom here, and she decided not to give in. As a guest, there is no need to be bound by the customs here.

Lila and Marita went into a nearby bathroom. Two little slave girls followed behind them, carrying soft towels, perfumes and oils. Unlike Marita expected, there were no buckets of hot water in the bathroom. There are several deep basins along the stone wall. Turn on the steel faucet above your head and hot water will flow into the basin continuously. Through a crack in the archway you can see a large pool in the adjacent large room.

Lila and Marita sat on a bench that resembled a wicker cage.

"Let me help you wash," Lila said in her clear voice, picking up a silver bowl and pouring perfume on Marita's shoulders. "I will let you experience the wonders of this bath, beautiful girl."

The water was hot, but Marita adjusted quickly, and what made her a little uneasy was the feel of Lila's soft hands on her skin. Lila sat behind her with her legs apart and smeared some scented paste on her arms, slowly rubbing it down her body. She rubbed Marita's back and moved down to her buttocks, rubbing each side with one hand and rubbing hard.

Marita felt a slight sense of pressure in her lower body. The movement of her hips made her vagina stir, and it seemed that with every rub it moved a little closer to Lila. Warm steam seeped into her groin, and the bench beneath her was cool and hard. All of this gave Marita a rush of pleasure. Marita felt a little uneasy and moved slightly further away.

"What's the matter? You don't like it?"

"No... I like it. It's just..."

Lila laughed. "Oh, you want to give me the same enjoyment, don't you? Maybe you think I'm tired, serving you like a slave. But I like it this way... Wait, I know what we should do."

She stood up, turned around, and sat down facing Marita. "How about this, this way we can please each other."

Lila turned her attention to Marita and began to apply the paste to her neck, shoulders, and chest. When it was applied to her chest, Lila had an urge to hold her breasts tightly. Marita was flustered and subconsciously dipped her hand into the bowl, applied some ointment, and began to apply it on Lila's arms, neck, and shoulders. But this did not calm her down. On the contrary, Lila's creamy skin made her even more flustered. Marita focused on Lila's body and her mind went blank. She couldn't see the smile on Lila's face, but she felt that her lips were slightly parted, her pale cheeks were a little red, and there was a gleam in her dark eyes.

Marita followed Lila's example, step by step, as if hypnotized. Their movements were like a dance, and through the thick steam she could see that others were just as engrossed. Pairs of women were splashing water on each other, and some were washing each other's hair. There seemed to be someone making sounds next to me, the sound of skin rubbing against each other and slight moans, full of lust.

Marita couldn't bear to look at the women. Yet her heart was also filled with desire. The air was filled with the unique musky scent of a woman. The feeling enveloped her.

“You touch so gently, Marita,” Lila whispered.

Marita couldn't answer, her mouth was dry. As long as she focused, she couldn't resist the comfortable feeling of Lila's touch on her body. Her breasts were swollen and her nipples were hard and pointed. A thick layer of steam enveloped them, isolating them from the entire world.

The droplets splashed on Lila's black hair, like a streak of silver light across the black night sky. Her face was turned to the side, outlining her straight nose. The mouth is plump and the lips are slightly parted, revealing a thousand kinds of charm that are hard to describe. There was a reddish-brown line at the corner of her mouth, running across her fair skin; it was the mark left by lipstick. Lila bit her lower lip, revealing her white teeth.

Marita shuddered. She had never found a woman's body so appealing, nor had she ever felt such pleasure.

Although she knew she should stop, she couldn't control herself. Lila's nipples were hard beneath her palms. With their bodies covered with balm, they looked like cherries soaked in milk. Lila's cute mouth is slightly puffed up, making people want to kiss it. A drop of water dripped from her breast and fell into Marita's hand.

Lila leaned slightly toward Mary and tilted her head against her shyly, a small dimple forming at the base of her throat. Marita had an urge to bend down and lick the shallow dimple. Drops of water slid down Lila's face, wetting her eyebrows, and then slid down her face to her lips. Wisps of black hair fell across her forehead.

This can't go on, Marita thought again. But this feeling was so wonderful, and Lila was so immersed in it, who would see it? Her body is full of vitality and her skin is smooth and delicate.

Lila raised her head and smiled sweetly. Her hand slid across Marita's breast, paused for a moment, and slid between her thighs.

Marita shuddered. The finger covered with perfume slid to her lower body, parted the hair, and rubbed it gently. Soon it went deep inside, teasing her gently.

Marita closed her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure.

"No...don't!" she whispered, but her back arched and her legs opened wider. She couldn't help but cooperate with Lila's hand.

Lila's eyes were filled with smiles. "No? My lovely Marita," she said, without stopping the movement of her hands. "Your mind says no, but your body says yes. Just follow your heart and try to feel every bit of pleasure, like I do. Time is so long here and boredom is our enemy. Why not relax a little and have fun?"

Marita was back to normal. She laughed. She suddenly felt herself aroused and her courage grew.

"Like this?" she said teasingly.

Lila said in a hoarse voice full of lust: "Yes, this is a kind of heavenly freedom." Lila muttered. "Do you like this?"

She thrust her fingers in and out of Marita. Marita couldn't concentrate on what it was saying. All I know is that she made some clear sounds, but I can't capture their content. She was twitching all over. To the rhythm of Lila's fingers.

Oh, what a seductive person she is.

“Do the same to me, my beautiful girl,” Lila said. “Do you know how long I have been waiting? Under your touch, I am like a ripe fruit, juicy and ready to drip. Yes, just like this. Open it. Rub gently there. Oh, yes, just like this. Gently, right here. Oh, my dear, this fruit is ripe for you. How wonderful. What I gave to Cassim is for you.”

"Qasim?" Marita said dazedly, thinking only of what Lila had done to her.

At this time, Lila's fingers slipped into her body again. She spoke some sentimental words, as beautiful as poetry, which went straight into Marita's ears.

Marita liked the feel of her hands on Lila. Her body undulated slightly, slippery, wet, and hot as fire. She had a salty jasmine scent that made Marita feel dizzy.

Lila relaxed and she laughed. "You are wonderful. Your body is like a pearl. Perhaps we could convince Cassim to play this game with us. Would you be happy to do so?"

Marita began to understand what Lila meant. A word that she had thought of earlier came to her mind again, making her feel a little uncomfortable. Harem!

Harem! That's why she felt so uncomfortable. The sudden realization of this stung her. She felt cold all over and her lust was gone.

She roughly pulled her fingers out of Lila. Lila groaned in disappointment, and Marita pushed Lila's hand away and stood up suddenly.

"Take your hands away!" she said coldly. "I can wash myself. I'll tell you again, Claudine and I are guests here, not concubines. We will leave soon. We are not concubines in the harem. I think Cassim wants you to please me, right? Don't expect me to be seduced by the comfort and wealth here. He wants me to stay here, right? So he can have fun with me, like a whore?"

She paused, her blue eyes burning. Lila's lip trembled.

"You are indeed as beautiful as a fairy. I don't deny that I am attracted to you. But I warn you, I will not sell myself out for desire! Whether it's you or Cassim, I will never be fooled by you again!"

Marita grabbed her towel and turned away. At that moment she saw a hurt and confused expression on Lila's face. Maybe it wasn't her fault, she hoped. She liked Lila. Not just like, but even trust. But her mind was in a state of confusion and she couldn't think clearly.

Lila called after her. Her voice was hoarse, as if she was suppressing her emotions.

"You have entered Qasim's harem. He is the governor of Algiers and the master of this place. He is a rich and powerful man. You cannot say 'no' to him. No one can escape from here. There is no use in resisting. It is best to accept your fate, like I did. Only the most beautiful women can stay here. It is an honor for you that Qasim chose you. Accept your fate."

Marita was speechless for a moment. She now realized how stupid she had been. Klotin and she were not at all Cassim's distinguished guests. That's very clear. Qasim is a collector of beauties. He had mentioned this once, and she had been so dumb not to understand what he meant!

Now she knows.

Both Klotin and herself were Cassim's prey.

Chapter 4

In the garden, soft lights are shining.

The lemon trees cast shadows on the roses and lilies. The peacocks paced around the fountain, picking up the grains that the women scattered on the ground. Marita closed her eyes and listened quietly to the beautiful music coming from a window above. The nightingale sang in a gilded cage.

The atmosphere was so peaceful and tranquil, but she was upset and could only think about how Cassim had deceived her and Klotin. She sat among a pile of cushions and waited patiently. It is said that Qasim will come to the harem tonight.

"It was your and Kloten's presence that brought him here. He flew towards the light like a moth - you are his light," said Lila. "The other women are glad you're here because you're such a strong contender. They think that when Qasim comes, he'll choose one of them to serve him."

Marita didn't answer, but just nodded stiffly. Seeing Lila's cautious smile, her heart softened. It wasn't Lila's fault. It was Kasim's fault, and her own. Lila looked very beautiful in her dark green dress. Her face was light green, covering her black hair like surging waves. From time to time her dark eyes glanced at Marita, with a plea for forgiveness in them. At first Marita avoided her gaze, but then her heart gradually softened, she raised her chin and straightened her head, but still did not intend to speak to her.

Lila's hands were drumming on her knees.

She is very distressed. From time to time, he stole a glance at Marita, who was sitting upright with a look of rage on her face. The look in those blue eyes was like a sharp arrow, piercing her deeply. Marita must have hated her for her co-optation.

Yes, she knew that Qasim had seduced the two young girls. Except for slaves bought from the market, who would be willing to live such a life of house arrest? Even slaves would not be willing to do so. She fell into memories...

She would tell Marita her story some day, if Marita would ever forgive her.

She had her own reasons for approaching Marita. At first she felt guilty towards this lovely woman. She knew how devastating it was for Marita to find she could never leave this place again. But Crotin won't be that serious. Marita will find out how painful and long this path of submission is.

Lila saw in Marita the shadow of her past, when she was younger and purer than Marita. So she was very kind to Marita, and advised her on what she should do, helping her to adapt to life here as quickly as possible and minimizing the impact on her heart. This was her original intention.

But when she saw Marita's naked body, she inexplicably felt a desire to arouse the lust beneath her smooth body. But it was all wrong. Marita thought she was Cassim's accomplice—and maybe she was, in a sense—but it was not true.

The truth was, she was almost in love with the French woman.

Lila glanced at Marita out of the corner of her eye. She was still as beautiful and charming as ever - even in her ugly and ridiculous French dress.

Crotin sat lazily among a pile of cushions, eating a dessert. Her fingers were sticky and she patiently sucked them clean one by one.

Marita was very annoyed. She thought Kloten would be as furious as she was, but Kloten acted as if he didn't care.

Cassim arrived very late and many people were tired of waiting. They were lying in all directions with their clothes in disarray. Cassim's arrival caused a panic.

He strode into the yard, looking radiant. In one hand he held a golden chain and in the other he held a whip. A naked woman was tied to a gold chain. Her face was red and there were tears in her eyes. The whip marks on the lower abdomen and thighs are clearly visible.

The women ran over and greeted Cassim with words of welcome. The tied woman stopped and lowered her head.

Marita hid her shock and remained seated. Cassim walked through the crowd of women, approached her, smiled tolerantly, and sat down.

"Sit down," he ordered the bound woman, slamming the gold chain so hard that the woman fell to the ground. "Sitting like this again. With your legs spread wide, do you want to be punished again?"

She dropped her eyes and did as he asked. Marita watched in amazement as she sat cross-legged, her knees spread wide, facing her and Cassim. Although she lowered her head, her back was still straight and her chest was firm. She had a smooth belly and strong thighs, and like Lila, her thighs were smooth and hairless. She also had a whip mark between her thighs.

Marita looked at her reddened skin and felt a little excited.

Qasim looked at the woman on the ground and played with the gold chain. "Better?" he said gently. "Just stretch your legs out like this. You don't have to cook tomorrow."

He turned to Marita and adopted his normal speaking tone. "I can see that you are very comfortable with the service. Well, judging from your angry expression, I think you already know where you are. Did Lila tell you?"

The sight of the woman on the ground made Marita a little dazed, and she couldn't think of any words to answer for a moment. Lila spoke up.

"Forgive me. I didn't control my mouth. This... this is a harem. I didn't mean to do that... I was just mesmerized by the newcomer's beauty."

Cassim laughed dryly. "I understand. But that's not an excuse. You should know what to do."

Lila lowered her head, her face flushed. "Please, not now. In front of so many people..."

Cassim's eyes blazed. "How dare you bargain! You deserve a good beating just for that."

Lila bit her lower lip. She stood up slowly and looked at Marita for help.

"Kasim," Marita spoke. "She did nothing wrong, she just told the truth. You made a bigger mistake, you know? You tricked me and Claudine into coming here." As she spoke, her anger continued to rise. "This is all your fault. How dare you punish Lila!"

The women nearby held their breath. They looked at Marita with hostility and whispered to each other. Cassim's mouth tightened. Then he grinned.

"Both guessing and lying? Hmm." He seemed to find it very funny. "Oh, no. I won't lie to you, dear Marita. I will definitely fulfill the promises I made. But don't you think you are too hypocritical? I see the hunger in your eyes." "Can you honestly admit that you just want to be just a guest?"

She couldn't look him in the eye. His words were so blunt, and the damn thing was that everything he said was right. She hated him at that moment. Her tongue was bitter, but she was still obsessed with wanting him. She decided to keep this desire hidden in her heart and not let him know how madly she loved him. There was a flame of lust in her heart, but she would never let it burn. She raised her head and found the courage to face him.

But she soon realized that this kind of victory was completely meaningless. He let her win this round.

His face twisted and an unforgiving expression appeared on his lips. She found that she could neither annoy him nor move him. He didn't allow her to go with Kloten, and she felt panic-stricken and helpless. Must she compromise? She clenched her hands to stop them from shaking. She felt like a thorn in her back and was uncomfortable all over.

The naked woman prostrated herself at Cassim's feet. He tugged at the chain, his face grim. She crawled over, kissed Cassim's robe, and raised her buttocks high. He kicked her away. Marita felt a shock all over her body and returned to reality.

How would he deal with Lila?

"Will you forgive Lila?" she asked after a moment, trying to make her tone calm and natural.

Cassim smiled happily. "You are so cute, so stubborn. You are different from the women in the harem. You are angry with me, very angry, but you hide it. Do you still want to protect Lila?" He laughed hoarsely again. "She won't be grateful to you, you will find out slowly. But remember this. It will be very useful to you. No one can stop my wish."

Although he was smiling, his eyes were still sharp. She thought back to the incident on the boat, when he had been rude as well. Cassim was like a diamond. No matter which angle she looked at it from, she could only see one side, and she herself was reflected clearly.

Cassim turned to look at Lila, who was taking off her clothes. She lowered her head, her face was red all the way to her neck, and her green velvet coat slipped to the ground. She was wearing only a pair of thin silk trousers and a shirt that reached down to her knees. The shirt was so thin that her dark red nipples could be seen.

"Are you ready?" Qasim asked.

No one spoke, everyone looked at Lila. Soon she was completely naked, with her long hair hanging down.

"Come here," Cassim said softly.

She crawled over tremblingly, knelt at his feet, and kissed his toes. He twirled her hair lazily, twisting it into a long black rope, and pulled her up to her knees. Without being told, she spread her knees and bent over.

She made a sound, a low whine somewhere between a plea and a moan.

Cassim grinned, his eyes gentle. "Good, Lila. You're very obedient. But this won't save you. Beg me!" he whispered.

Lila swallowed. Her throat was tied with her hair by Qasim. It was a little tight, and she whispered in a low, lustful voice, "Please, no, oh, please," she said.

Cassim raised the whip and used the end of it to tease her nipples. Lila writhed like a mare in heat, and he moved the whip to her belly, tapping her thighs teasingly.

"Tell me where I should begin?" he said, bending down to kiss her straight nose.

She didn't answer, and he laughed again.

"Then I'll decide." He let go of her hair. "Bend over."

Lila was a little confused, but she didn't dare to refuse. Her eyelids were already red. The women watched, and as Lila lay flat on the floor, they gathered closer. It was as if they all knew what was going to happen and were used to it. Marita realized that this might be a common occurrence for them, and the thought made her heart tighten. She was very confused and wondered whether to look away. At this moment, she saw Lila's posture and couldn't help but let out a soft cry. Lila placed her hands on the ground, on both sides of her head, and shifted her weight to her upper body. She stood on the ground with her legs apart, and her long black hair was spread on the ground. The whole body is like a bow.

Marita was panicked, and Lila's lower body was exposed. Marita thought back to the bathroom.

Cassim held his breath, slowly approached Lila, tapping the whip lightly on her boots, and stood between her parted thighs.

"You are so beautiful, my little Lila," he said, "and your beautiful dancing body will soon feel the touch of my whip."

He placed his hand gently on her chest, slowly moving it to her breast, twisting the rosy nipple. He placed two fingers on her chin. She was breathing heavily.

"That's submission," he said, turning to Marita. "I find these things in women everywhere and in every woman. They all crave my favor, Marita. Yes, I know this is very confusing to you, and this - slavery may scare you. But it is true that they do it willingly. Soon, soon you will be like them. I can see your lust in you."

She was speechless. He has great insight.

He waved his other hand, asking the women next to him to go away. They trotted out of the house, making a few

There were sighs of disappointment, but no one dared not to leave.

"You go too." He gestured to the chained woman. She sat in an inconspicuous corner with her head still lowered. "Only Marita and Klotin can stay. I hope they can understand me a little bit."

Marita stood up roughly and tried to follow the women out of the garden. "You are being unreasonable!" she said. "You can order your woman around, but you can't order me around. I'm a free French woman, independent. I don't want to stay and watch your show. Are you leaving, Chloë Ding?"

Kloten hesitated. She looked at Cassim and then at Marita. She was clearly keen on how things were going. Before she could move, Qasim spoke.

"Stop!" he said forcefully. "If you move away, Lila will be punished more severely."

Marita turned around. He caught her weak spot. Oh, he is so smart, smart as the devil.

"Do I have to do this?" She softened.

Klotin's eyes sparkled and his cheeks flushed. Hearing Kasim’s words, she sat down next to one of Lila’s knees. He pointed at Marita, who slowly sat down on the other side.

Cassim raised the whip and hit Lila lightly in the stomach. She said nothing, and red marks appeared on her fair skin. The whip swept through the air, making a "swish" "swish" sound.

Qasim turned his attention to Lila's thighs and began spanking her groin. Lila's calves were trembling and her lower body was wet. Marita smelled a fragrance coming from her lower body. It was a sweet, floral scent mixed with an intoxicating musk.

"Now..." Cassim said, his voice trembling a little.

He started whipping her pussy. It wasn't too heavy, but it made her moan. Marita saw that she wanted to struggle, but in the end she didn't dare to move. Her moans were a mixture of pain and pleasure. Sweat broke out on Marita's back.

Qasim reached out and touched her vagina, pinching and pressing it. Lila's lower body expanded and contracted, as if she was eagerly waiting for his fingers to be inserted.

Cassim bent down, put his mouth close to her lower body, and licked it with his tongue. Lila moaned again, a sound of pleasure. He quickly raised his head and raised the whip to tap that spot again.

Marita wanted to scream at him to stop, but at the same time she wanted him to continue. She didn't want to stay here. How she wished she were Lila. Two thoughts were arguing fiercely in her mind...and she had unknowingly acquiesced to this approach. Her face felt hot and her lower body began to move unconsciously.

"Ah," said Qasim, smugly, "everything is just as you like, isn't it, my dear Lila? This punishment makes you hot and thirsty, doesn't it? Do you want it harder?"

Lila twisted her body. Her long hair fell across her face, somewhat muffling the sound of her moans. Cassim turned the whip around and held the end of it, exposing the handle. The handle of the whip is thick and covered with leather. He thrust the handle of the whip in and out of her. Lila's legs were shaking so badly that she was about to fall.

"Help her up. Help her stand up," Qasim ordered breathlessly.

Marita and Klotin walked over and helped her up. Marita's trembling fingers touched her buttocks, which were hot and trembling. Cassim pulled out the whip handle and started hitting her lower body again with a little more force. Her vagina was red and swollen. Lila twisted and sobbed and winced a little. Her head twisted this way and that, and her hair was tossed around in a mess.

"That's enough," said Qasim. His face turned red. "Okay, Lila, I forgive you."

He turned to Marita. "See, what a kind master I am? I only do this to the one I love the most. Isn't this a very solemn punishment ceremony? Others would love it. Life in the harem has turned many women into sheep. They don't know what resistance is. Lila is a special case here. She was bought from the slave market and trained by me. I will train you in the same way, so I look at you differently. When you stood on the deck and shivered, I had already decided to take you. I may use tough means to train you into a docile and elegant woman in the harem. Klotin probably won't take too much effort, but you, Marita... you are difficult to control. But one day you will surrender."

His words frightened her greatly, but she had no time to dwell on them.

Qasim had unbuckled his trousers as he spoke. He took off his pants and exposed his penis. He picked it up and played with it patiently, as if waiting for something. After a while, he let go of his hand, and Marita saw that the thing had become erect and was a dark red color, as if it had been whipped. It looked strong and powerful, and he reminded her of Gabriel.

Marita was filled with excitement. It has a thick layer of hair around it, and it seems that the ban on body hair does not apply to him. This made Marita happy. This body hair makes him more attractive and exciting.

Marita looked at Lila with envy. Her thighs were spread open, as if she was ready to be comforted.

Lila seemed to know what Cassim would do, and she begged him in a low voice, asking for his forgiveness. But her voice was particularly ambiguous, and it didn't sound like she was begging for mercy, but rather seducing.

"Kasim, please, I can't stand it anymore."

He let out a deep, guttural laugh and bent his knees, shifting his weight onto Lila, every muscle vibrating. He inserted it.

"Listen," he said commandingly, "stretch your arms straight. Forget your pain. These are final orders."

Until now he didn't want to let her go. The punishment is still ongoing. Her body responded to her Master's. Marita watched all this, at a loss. Every slight movement of Lila's naked body could not escape her eyes, even her lower body could be seen clearly.

He thrust deep into her, his movements slowing down. His eyes were closed and his mouth was tightly shut.

Lila moaned loudly. Marita felt her body stirring as well. Her face flushed red, and she felt greatly insulted. She was furious that Cassim had forced her to stay and watch such a filthy thing, and she was almost mad with anger. She wanted to escape from this place and never see this naked man and woman again. At the same time, she really needed to find a place to hide her aroused lust.

He warned Marita that he would treat her the same way and make her finally surrender to him. Is this so-called "punishment" really what everyone wants? Marita actually did have some desire in her heart, but she would never let anyone know.

The sound of Lila's moans changed, becoming a soft sound.

"Almost, my Lila, almost," gasped Qasim.

Cassim put his hands around Lila’s waist. Marita wanted to leave but stayed, while Klotin's lovely face shone with an uneasy light. She bit her lip, trying to hide her excitement.

Lila groaned. Her hips relaxed and Kasim paused. Sweat trickled down his face. Lila lay there contentedly. He seemed to be blocked by something disgusting, and a distressed expression appeared on his face. Ah, he looks like a wounded animal.

After a while, Qasim pulled back with his penis still erect. Marita realized that he had not ejaculated. He controlled it so precisely that he stopped at the moment when he was about to shoot.

Cassim leaned forward and laid his face on her soft, smooth belly. After a while, he stood up.

"You can let her go now," he said, straightening his clothes.

Claudine and Marita gently put Lila down. Fortunately, they supported her, otherwise she would have fallen down. She lay there, took a few deep breaths, then looked at the two women beside her, got up, and walked over to Cassim. Qasim was already sitting on a sofa.

She took Cassim's feet and kissed them, whispering with great affection, "Thank you, my Lord. My life, oh, thank you."

With tears in her eyes, she knelt down and poured a glass of snow ice for Qasim and handed it to him. Her posture was still the same as Marita had seen her earlier, with her back erect, her head bowed, and her knees apart. Her long black hair rippled in waves, splashing over her chest and falling to her knees.

Cassim smiled and lifted her chin. He gently wiped away the tears from her eyelids and placed his fingers lightly on her lips.

"Well, my little Lila. I have a task for you. Marita and Klotin will be trained by you. I hope they can master the art of wooing. In a few weeks, I will host a banquet for some of my friends, and then they will serve me. If they fail to please me, you will be punished, no matter which one. Remember my words, you will be punished like today."

A sweet shudder ran through Lila. "Your wish will come true."

Klotin watched all this, his eyes filled with admiration. Qasim smiled at her and beckoned her over, and she obediently sat on his lap.

Marita couldn't stand it anymore. Her lower body was burning, revealing the secret she had always denied. Cassim looked at her, his dark eyes motionless.

"The first thing Lila did for you was to find you some nice clothes. I don't want to see these clothes anymore."

As he said this, he made a gesture to end. Marita panicked. He was trying to force her into submission little by little by changing her lifestyle.

She felt that he saw through her inner thoughts. But he could never see through the most sacred part of her heart. She would fight him to the end.

She said this to herself firmly, not knowing where such great confidence came from.

Cassim grinned. She saw victory and was very confident. But she was destined to be powerless.

She turned and fled from the garden.

Chapter 5

It was dark in the harem, lit only by an oil lamp. The moonlight slanted into the room through the curtains. Low snoring sounds came one after another. There was a small copper bell under the eaves outside, tinkling in the wind, with a clear and pleasant sound.

Marita tossed and turned in her sleep, trapped in her nightmare. Her brows were furrowed and her eyelashes trembled slightly. She opened her lips slightly and uttered a few words.

"Kasim."

In her dream she was standing in the garden again. She saw Cassim again, bending over Lila's naked body. Marita stood beside her, watching the woman being punished half-ashamed and half-excited.

Then her dream changed again. Lila disappeared, leaving only Cassim and Marita. She is being punished by Qasim.

"Kneel down," he ordered, frowning. "Get down on the ground."

There was a fragrance in the air. She lowered her head, straightened her back and held her chest high.

Without waiting to be told, she spread her knees wide open, exposing everything to his gaze. Although she was a little confused, she still felt honored. His dark eyes wandered over her and her lips trembled slightly.

"Very good, very good, my little slave," said Cassim. His face was gentle, but his eyes gleamed with cruelty.

He reached out and touched her nipple. Hard. She flinched a little, and her nipples puckered like little berries, throbbing and throbbing with life at his touch.

He gently slapped her breast and watched it sway with great pleasure. Then he supported its lower part with force and held it in his hand again. The rosy nipples popped out suddenly.

"Head down, Marita. I'll suck your nipple."

Marita hesitated. This is unbelievable, how could she do it? Qasim waited patiently for her. The hand pressing against her breast frightened her a little, but it was not meant to intimidate her. Although it is hard, it is not cruel. Her nipples were swollen and looked twice their normal size. The two breasts were raised high, as if waiting for the tenderness of a mouth.

"You won't refuse to do this?" Qasim said softly, lifting her breasts higher.

With a painful gulp, she lowered her head to suck on a nipple.

"Great. Suck it softly and gently. Isn't that nice? Don't forget the other one. I want to see your tongue."

She still forced herself to do the movements. All the pressure around the chest is concentrated on the nipples, which is extremely painful. Although she hated being stared at, she did find pleasure in it. Her nipples were hot and fragrant. The skin around the nipple is tight, smooth and delicate, like a piece of wet jade. The tongue teasing the nipple and the mouth sucking gently, the feeling is really wonderful. Her breathing quickened.

"Okay," Kasim said, letting go roughly.

Her joy was broken and she felt so aggrieved that she almost wanted to cry. The nipple suddenly fell out of her mouth, and she felt her breast tremble a few times, falling above her ribs, leaving some bruises. She looked at them with some heartache. It's still as swollen and still sticking out as straight. The night breeze was cool, gently brushing across her wet breasts.

She didn't know what Cassim would do next, so she kept her head down, eyes closed, and her nerves tense. She felt Kasim's hand slide to her belly. He rubbed and caressed gently. He inserted his thumb into her belly button and circled it gently.

"It's so delightful," he said softly, his voice thick with longing. “How I wish I could smear honey on you, let it pour into your navel! Then it would flow down and make your lower body wet and sticky. That would make you more attractive. I would let Lila suck the honey, and I would watch. Do you like that, Marita? Do you like it?”

She didn't dare answer. Her mouth was dry, filled with fear and excitement. He wouldn't do that, would he? She couldn't imagine herself spreading her legs, with Lila kneeling between them and sucking, while Qasim watched her with a cruel expression on his face. No, she couldn't, she would be too embarrassed.

But when she thought of Lila's warm tongue moving around in her body, her heart began to itch again. Her lower body was squirming. She hoped Kasim didn't see it.

Qasim said nothing. Her belly button seemed to be a new and unexpected source of pleasure. Her belly quivered slightly at his touch. She tried to straighten herself up and keep it in Cassim's hand. Qasim pinched the edge of his belly button between his index finger and thumb, holding it tight.

Marita felt her lower abdomen sinking and her whole body was hot. Her nipples were erect and her breasts were red and hot, like ripe fruits. She raised her head slightly, looked at the hand pressing on her, and tried to move away.

The dream changed again.

Out of the corner of her eye, Marita saw a man standing under a fig tree, watching all this. He was tall and strong, and looked familiar. Her heart began to beat violently.

Gabriel.

Gabriel, the beautiful slave, the slave who had been abused in the market place, the slave who had struck the chords of her heart. How long has he been here? His face was dancing with lust as he stared at hers intently, seeming to have seen the struggle deep in her heart. The breeze blew his long blond hair across his face, covering his grey eyes full of desire.

Marita was overwhelmed with shame; all her ugly behavior was seen by this man. But then she calmed down, because she also saw how Gabriel was humiliated.

She felt herself stirring. At that moment she remembered Gabriel being whipped, his face lit up with a sweet pain in public.

Cassim's intimacy and Gabriel's appearance seemed to enter her field of vision at the same time. She felt surrounded and controlled by them. Both of these strong men wanted her.

The thought shocked her. She felt herself becoming rapidly aroused and could no longer control the trembling of her legs. Still, she tried to hide her impulse. She was naked and any changes in her would not escape their sight, which really terrified her. If she could move and close her legs, then at least she could cover her shame. But she didn't dare, as it would be seen as disobedience, and Qasim would resort to more humiliating methods to torture her. She would not be able to bear it if she was beaten by Cassim in front of Gabri.

Her lower body gradually became wet and her forehead turned red with shame. She wanted to close her legs and avoid Kasim's eyes. But she just didn't dare to move. A feeling of despair rose in her heart.

Cassim lifted her chin and looked her straight in the eyes. "I know your inner struggle, dear. I'm really glad you finally obeyed. I knew you would. It was just a matter of time. Now - I'll reward you."

He loosened his grip on her belly button and slid his fingers down to the base of her thighs, squeezing them gently and then pinching them hard, causing tears to well up in her eyes. He took off his belt. Everything that had been done to Lila earlier was repeated, only now the target was Marita.

He stared at her twisting legs and laughed with satisfaction. Marita couldn't help but scream and moved her body slightly away from the whip. Cassim let out a low, deep-throated laugh.

"Did I let you move? You're so disobedient! I'm going to beat you with this whip until you beg for mercy. It's such a pleasure to have the whip on you! I can see your pussy squirm and smell your musky scent. Ah, it's nice, isn't it?"

Marita choked up and couldn't say a word. Oh, no, don't! She couldn't stand this. She knew she would make a fool of herself and that Cassim would watch with satisfaction. Same with Gabriel. oh! No... please don't, she prayed silently in her heart.

She glanced at Gabriel for help. He was leaning against a tree, smiling, and slowly he took off his coat, revealing his naked body. His penis stood straight up, and he played with it repeatedly and patiently. After a while, he gave her a silent kiss. Marita shuddered.

Only then did Qasim notice Gabriel. He smiled meaningfully.

"All right, Marita. Moan! He and I both love hearing that sound. I'm going to hit you."

He pursed his lips and raised the whip.

No, don't! Stop! Marita woke up with a start.

The morning sun slants into the house. She was stunned for a moment, not knowing where she was. Then she remembered and raised a shaking hand to her face. My face was wet and hot.

Then she realized that she was lying on the bed with her calves raised and her legs spread apart. She screamed, closed her legs and found her lower body was wet.

Her body was warm and languid. The muslin chemise she wore to bed had been twisted up against her chest. The silk quilt slid down, covering only the area above the waist. She blushed and grabbed her crumpled robe to cover her lower body. How indecent her sleeping posture must be, with her body half exposed and her legs spread so wide. Thank goodness she had drawn the bed curtains.

She sat up on her elbows and pushed her hair out of her face. The elephant's rubber band had loosened, and his hair was a mess, making a mess on the pillow.

After all, it was just a dream, nothing to be alarmed about. But she was still savoring the little bit of pleasure in her dream. That kind of thing could happen in her dream - so shameful, so lewd. But she could sense Gabriel's presence and wait-and-see attitude. If she gave up her desire for Cassim, she wouldn't be so miserable and conflicted. Her dreams told her what was inside her subconscious mind, which made her feel uneasy. She knew that if she stopped resisting Cassim she would feel lost, and she didn't want that.

A breeze blew in from the window, causing the embroidered bed curtains to sway slightly. She could hear the other women rising, with murmured greetings and occasional laughs. Then, there were footsteps approaching.

Kloten drew aside the bed curtains. "Wake up, lazy bum," she said cheerfully. "Aren't you hungry? Food is ready in the next room. There is cheese, canned food and olives. We drink Russian tea. It's delicious. Everything is so beautiful here."

Crotin looks lively and cute. She wore a loose robe made of black silk with green pants underneath. Marita looked at her radiant face and didn't want to tell her that she had no appetite and didn't think it was all "wonderful". She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

"I want to sleep a little longer. I'll come back later," she said.

Klotin made a pleasant sound from his throat. "As you please. Why are you still wearing these pajamas? Haven't you seen the new robe I gave you? It's really beautiful. It's just the right thing to wear on such a hot day. That muslin blouse is too uncomfortable to wear. I think you are deliberately ignoring my advice and are too stubborn."

Marita pretended to be asleep. Answering her would just be a waste of words and cause unnecessary arguments, and she didn't want that. The nightmare still haunted her, and she had to calm herself down so that she would have enough courage and energy to face anything that happened today.

Kloten drew down the curtains and left. Marita could imagine her shrugging slightly, helpless about Marita's behavior. She laid her head back on the pillow, trying to collect her thoughts. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, rubbing against the gauze shirt, making a rustling sound. The silk quilt covered her, smooth and cool.

This is useless. She could not drive away the dream, nor could she drive away Cassim. He stubbornly occupied her heart. She sat up dejectedly and put on her clothes.

"You start your training today," Lila said, picking up a slice of cheese. "But don't take it as a judgment. The first rule is that you must believe that you are unique and special. As a woman, you must understand how beautiful your body is, so that you can fully exude your charm and appear feminine. You should learn to appreciate your body and be proud of it. This is unquestionable. Cassim wants you to do this. It's not difficult. Right? He is kind and rich. You can ask him for anything, delicious food, jewelry, clothes..."

"What about freedom?" Marita interjected, sipping her Russian tea.

"Oh, no," Lila said with a small smile. "You can't leave. But he wants you to be happy. You need to relax and learn to enjoy yourself."

Klotin chuckled. "That's not a difficult thing."

Marita gave her an annoyed look. There was a longing expression on Kloten's face, and he was full of anticipation for every new discovery.

Marita's anger reached its peak. She was shocked and angry to find that her French dress was gone, replaced by a comfortable silk gown and loose trousers. She had no choice but to put these things on, which felt weird. The silk clothes were cool and smooth, making her feel as if she was not wearing anything.

In the room where they had dinner, Marita huddled in a corner on the sofa. The other women ate and chatted, grabbing their food from silver bowls with their right hands and turning to her with friendly smiles from time to time. Marita ignored them, her face still showing a wary and hostile expression.

The women in the harem winked at each other, grinned, covered their mouths and laughed for a while, and then whispered about the bad temper of the new favorite. Everyone was very tolerant and no one paid any attention to her, except Lila, who would coax her to eat something from time to time or ask someone to comb her hair that was messed up by sleep.

After a while, Lila stopped bothering Marita. Marita took another cup of tea and sat there blankly. She felt very lonely in this chaotic atmosphere, with no one to communicate with. Kroten was her friend who had been playing with since childhood, but now, she has become a stranger.

Didn't Croten realize that they had become slaves? Maybe she didn't know that they would all have to act according to Qasim's will in the future. He will suppress their resistance, deprive them of their freedom, and make them the only one. How disgusting this is.

But it's also very exciting...

On the other side of the room, Lila glanced at Marita who was sitting there from time to time.

The French woman's pain stabbed her. She saw Marita's eyes turn to Crotten from time to time, but Crotten was unaware of it and was eating a piece of sweet cake, licking her lips like a cat from time to time.

Lila could feel Marita's loneliness. It was a kind of self-deception pride. But Lila knows more than that. And resistance. This is just a symbol for Marita to declare her free will. Lilado hopes she knows that the only way to be free is to give up on herself so she can do whatever she wants.

She wanted to hold Marita and kiss her cute lips. There was a layer of lilac shadow under her blue eyes, and her nostrils were slightly wide open. Undoubtedly, Lila had heard the sound from Marita's bed sheet last night. It was a sound of clothes whirling, and her soft moan.

At first, she thought Marita was sick and worried for a while. She walked to Marita's bed alertly, gently lifted the curtain, and looked at Marita's sleepy state, her face felt a little hot.

This is a sleeping face with a little sweaty forehead. Her head was leaning against the side, pressing her hair down. The shirt loosened, revealing her breasts, and the robe lays across her waist like a rope. The silk quilt was swayed to one side, revealing its smooth calves.

Lila put down the bed curtain and lay down next to Marita. Half of her body lay in the shadows, and her other half shone under the moonlight. Lila kissed her long, white neck and reached out to touch her smooth and smooth arm.

She knew she should return to her bed as soon as possible. Marita didn't need help. She was not sick, she was just dreaming. But Lila didn't want to leave, she wanted to see Marita again. That face was very peaceful, and there was no anger in the daytime. The long eyelashes were moving slightly, and the soul-stirring blue eyes were closed. Oh, Lila can't stand Marita's hatred for her. She wanted to be Marita's close friend, just like Crotten, who used to be Crotten.

Lying beside Marita, a sweet feeling surged in her heart. She imagined Marita suddenly woke up, saw her smile in surprise, and stretched out her arms to hug her. Lila's eyes admired Marita's body curves, thin ankles, and small and delicate feet. Lila wanted to apply henna on her and put golden rings on those cute toes.

Marita grunted, turning her back to Lila. She bent her calf and her round buttocks were facing Lila. Lila's heartbeat accelerated and she saw Marita's body hair.

Lila hesitated to stretch out a hand. Does she dare to touch her? She tentatively touched Marita's lower body. Marita didn't respond. She became a little bolder and stretched into her body with a little force.

Lila's breathing became rapid….

Suddenly Marita changed her position again, her eyelashes trembled. Lila pulled her hand back, her face covered with red clouds. She lifted the curtain and walked out, and quickly returned to her own bed, but she still couldn't help but feel excited.

She buried her head in the pillow with satisfaction and made up her mind secretly! I want to win Marita's love. One day I will be her true close friend. For that day, she can wait patiently.

Lila sucked her fingers, and the fragrance of the French woman was still on it, and she slowly fell asleep.

"I think we have to go see your clothes first. You'll eat it, Marita? Croten? Then come with me." Lila said, her voice was friendly, but there was an unquestionable smell.

Crotten followed Lila happily. Marita took a sip of tea before slowly following her. She wanted to know what would happen if she resisted. Then she found out. Lila will be punished. Maybe she could only endure it for a while.

And, to be honest, she didn't want to continue to have a quarrel. After making this decision, she felt more relaxed and followed Lila and Croten through a corridor and into a large room where some old women were making clothes, and bright silk clothes were placed all over the room.

Lila smiled gently at Marita.

"You must choose a few of these clothes," said Lila. "The new clothes will be specially customized for you soon. There are many types of them available, including silk, velvet, satin, yarn, and all kinds, you can choose them."

Croten exclaimed, rushed towards the clothes in ecstasy, unable to wait to turn them up one by one.

"Oh, Marita, have you seen this color? It's like the sunlight on the water. Oh, and this one, so green, and there's silver silk woven on it."

Marita looked at it without interest, boring. Kroten's cry reminded her of the scene on the Qasim ship. If she had expected something to happen at that time, or if she was just careful, she would not be so rash, why would she be today? She stood under the arch and looked at her friend.

She has to act. She once tried to stick to her own clothes, but now she has compromised, leaving only the shirt she wears close to. She insisted that she could not change the dress, which was the only connection she had with her past life, but Qasim ordered her to vote for his preference. If she refuses, he can do anything. She walked forward reluctantly and pulled out a piece of clothing.

"This is it," she said in a flat tone.

Lila nodded anxiously, encouraging her to say, "Please choose again. Choose as much as you want."

"You choose, I don't care," Marita said.

The light in Lila's eyes dimmed. How much she hoped Marita would be interested in these clothes.

"Okay, Marita, this is not torture," Crotten smiled.

Marita shrugged, took out three or four clothes randomly, stood up lazily, and the tailor was busy measuring her size. Croten stood up in her arms, her face covered with a glittering veil. The old women smiled, nodded to each other, and talked in their language.

"What are they talking about?" Krotten asked Lila.

"They said you were born women in the harem," she smiled. "You are like the sunshine after the winter snow, warm and dazzling."

Crotten laughed out of the dimples. She reached out to take off her veil and shook it, and the golden thread on it shook, shiny. Her eyes smiled sweetly at the women. They grabbed its hand and kissed the back of their hands, and seemed to like her very much.

Lila snapped her fingers, and the women immediately stopped talking and laughing, and immediately became busy measuring and tailoring clothes. Lila tied Marita and Crotten out of the house.

"You go and pick the jewelry later. When your new clothes are ready, you will be dressed up in a new look," she said. "Qasim is going to check your bodies. This is the procedure that all newcomers must go through."

For a moment, Marita did not fully understand what Celestial meant. Then, she realized something was going to happen and said angrily.

"Dress up, check. Dress up in a magnificent way. What are we? Is the horse in his manger?"

"It's custom, so that's it," Lila said with some concern, "You won't reject beautiful clothes and accessories. Who doesn't want to be a woman? Don't you want Qasim to discover that you have a wonderful body? Your beauty is given by Allah, and you must be proud of it. When you show your beauty before your master, you must be glorious for yourself and Allah."

"He is not my master," Marita argued. "I refuse to be examined. I refuse to be treated like...a...a docile little lamb...."

"Marita, please," Lila said angrily. "You are asking for trouble. Don't you want to see the better side of your new life? I'm all for your own good."

Marita looked at her cute face. Her eyes were a little wet and her lips were trembling slightly. Her words are from the heart and are very sincere.

"I will never, and I cannot give up my freedom," Marita said hesitantly. There was less confidence in her voice and a little shaken.

"But now you can't help it," Lila said softly. "Did you hear Qasim's words? His words are the law. If you don't obey, you will be punished. And I will be punished for you. Some punishments, my dear, are cruelty that you can't imagine."

Marita bit her lip, and she felt herself retreating little by little, disintegrating little by little. It would be useless if you get angry again. Lila is too convincing. But can she trust her?

Lila hugged her gently. "Come on, let's go take a shower and change into new clothes, it won't take long. Then you can go to bed."

Marita softened. What else did she resist? Obviously, Lila was tolerant enough to her. And what is going to happen is so incredible. Of course, Qasim wanted to see his new slave. All tyrants like to see his surrendered subjects. All the farmers were happy to see his heifer.

However, she tried her best to deal with these dizzy things, but found that she could not resist him at all. He unscrupulously disrupted her life, changed her destiny, and filled every thought and dream of her. His is indeed the most charming man she has ever met.

She had to continue to resist him. She must concentrate all her strength and will to face him. There is no other way. She can't be so vulnerable anymore. She never expected that she would become the woman in Qasim's harem. And all this happened, and she couldn't stop herself. The big reason is because of Qasim, and Lila also plays a very important role. In a sense, she really likes this gentle and considerate woman.

She wants both of them and neither of them will get her. Even if Qasim uses force, the same goes for it. If she annoyed him, he would hit her and humiliate her. She hopes she can resist such punishment.

She was annoyed by so many complicated things. She thought a lot. Lila said she could take a break after "dressing up".

She wanted to forget everything and have a good sleep. She hopes not to dream again this time.

"I want to comb my hair. If you want, you can braid me for my braids," she said to Lila coldly.

At that moment, Marita saw Lila's dark eyes flashing, which was an indescribable admiration and relief.

Chapter 6

Two slaves in the bathroom rubbed Marita's body with pumice stones and then applied ointment to her body.

Marita sat on the bench, hazy. The surroundings are full of water vapor, which is filled with the air, and the aromatic smell makes people feel lazy and comfortable. Croten sat not far away, and there were two slaves waiting for her. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, and the two slaves were washing her thick red hair. The shampoo had a clove scent and floated over. Her body was covered with balm.

Marita was not as shocked as the first time to see so many women naked, but she was still shining her mind. Lila and Croten both have creamy skin, which looks heart-warming. They were all shiny by the stones, and their curvy bodies seemed to be shining, which was very charming.

Her long wet hair was draped behind her, and Lila looked smooth and had no hair at all. She only had two burgundy nipples on her white skin dyed a little color. Croten's body is also plump and elastic, with beautiful curves. Marita found herself full of admiration, look at this and that.

Croten was covered in a golden luster, and several small freckles on her shoulders and arms were particularly noticeable. Her nipples are very light in color, and the color of the amount of breasts is almost the same as other parts, and it is not easy to distinguish them. In contrast to Lila, the light brown curls under her armpits and lower body looked particularly eye-catching.

There were some faint red whip marks on Lila's lower abdomen and thighs, and Lila's hands were carefully stroking them. Her lower lip was slightly protruding, as if she was very satisfied with the whip marks. She seemed to take them as a kind of glory and was deeply proud of it.

Marita has to rethink how to view Lila's punishment. There is an indescribable subtle relationship between Casim and Lila, not as simple as she thought at first. She shook her head and threw the idea away. This is so headache.

Crotten followed Lila's manual like an evil spirit. Her eyes widened when she saw Lila spread her legs and washed her naked lower body. Marita was shocked and looked away. She couldn't help but expect that the latter was also looking at her while she admired Lila's body.

Crotten put his hand on Lila and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "This...this is so strange. Don't the women here have body hair?"

Lila smiled. "This is a custom. You have to shave off yours after taking a shower."

Croten fought a cold war. "This scares me a little. Am I really—naked?"

Marita didn't say anything. There was a kind of surprise and joy in Crotten's tone, because she had not practiced it yet. It's really time to do this to her, she looks good. The slaves were carefully serving these three women, and the steam and fragrance around them completely relaxed. Then they were washed clean, wrapped in a big towel, and walked into another room with the fragrance.

There are many small tables in the room, with food and a few glasses of snow frozen on it. The surrounding walls are exquisitely carved. Silk-covered sofas and tables are specially set for massages and beauty. The slaves brought sesame oil and cosmetics.

The slave asked Marita to lower her head, one of which began to apply sesame oil on her body, the other sucked her hair dry and wrapped it in a soft cloth. Another one brought her a glass of juice. Marita took a sip of the bright red juice, which penetrated her heart and had the sweetness of oranges.

Marita lazily lay on the sofa, her face pillowed on the back of her hands, closed her eyes, and the slave's hands gently massaged her feet. The fragrance of oil, the comfortable massage, and the uniform breathing of her companions made her feel very comfortable. She completely relaxed and let them fiddle with her.

Her body was light and fluttering, like falling into a cloud. The slave paused when he moved his hands to her thighs. She guessed that there was not enough oil. After a while, both hands continued to move on her.

This time my hand seemed a little different, and I used a little force. The hand continued to slide across the waist and onto the shoulders, and the whole body was painted with oil and was particularly smooth. Her neck was gently wrapped, and the slave massaged her gently. Marita closed her eyes, drowsy, and her hands slid to her hips again.

He slowly used his hands to massage her buttocks. The slave pressed his hands outwards, and her hips were a little apart. Before she could panic, she stopped again and her hips closed again.

She slowly woke up and was not that sleepy. The hand was repeating the movement just now on her buttocks again and again. She gradually got used to this rhythm of opening and closing, and the slave seemed to have not wanted to move his hands to other places for a while. Of course, this movement also involved changes in her lower body, but she felt very comfortable.

Slowly Marita felt hot and wet under her, and she felt a sense of excitement and impulse.

Marita turned her face and bit her finger gently. Her lower body was squirming, which made her feel ashamed and her face turned red in an instant. This is a kind of pleasure that cannot be expressed in words, but she cannot let anyone else know.

Suddenly her buttocks were spread apart, and she felt nervous and held her breath. This time the score was more than the previous few times. Her lower body also protruded and cracked. This confused her a little. She never knew that this little hole would be so unrestrained and unable to withstand teasing. She was a little lost in her new discovery for a while, and at the same time she found that her whole body was crispy and soft, and her mouth was dry.

Then there was a different feeling. A very thick layer of oil was applied to her buttocks, and she slid down as her body undulates. Her body twisted even more, and she took a lot of effort to prevent herself from twisting too much and being too obsessed.

Marita felt that she was about to moan loudly. She hoped that the slave would move his hands away quickly, no matter where he moved to another place, so she would not suffer this torment. But deep down in her heart, she vaguely hoped that this "massage" would continue. She was swaying between these two thoughts and her breathing was a little uneasy.

Her legs were spread apart vigorously, and the two slaves began to oil her vagina. Marita's eyes widened, painful and happy, twisting violently. She struggled for a moment, and her head touched the table.

The slaves seemed to notice her struggle, and Marita felt a pair of gentle hands helping her up.

"Marita, don't struggle." This is Lila's voice. "These are part of the decoration. You have to recognize how much happiness your body may experience."

Marita felt a chill in her heart. They were checking her body and she couldn't hide her feelings. She felt that there was someone standing beside Lila, besides Lila. The slave spoke.

"Madam, she is very tense. It seems that after a long period of training, she will completely relax."

Marita protested faintly, but the voice was more like a moan. Lila's sweet voice rang again.

"Of course, I will take care of it myself. Seeing how hard she struggled? It was a struggle between carnality and reason, and she was destined to fail because her own body was so hungry and could not withstand temptation. If I don't believe it, I'll try it with my hands...."

Her hand slid down. "That's right. As I expected, she was indeed burning with desire. Great. Great, we made progress."

Marita buried her hot face in her hands. Her secret was finally leaked, in front of so many people. There was a kind of awe in their tone, and Marita didn't know why. With an almost ridiculous research attitude, they carefully analyzed how her lower body contracted, the reaction of her buttocks, and the colors of each part.

It was like treating her as a rare animal. This made her both ashamed and annoyed, and on the other hand, the feeling of being so closely watched made her feel honored. She couldn't tell whether she liked this feeling or not.

She just felt that someone was staring at her buttocks, which made her feel uncomfortable. Then the slaves became busy again and continued to repeat their movements, and the amplitude became larger and deeper into her. She was too embarrassed to hold back her hips, and she couldn't help but moan, "Stop, please."

Lila patted her spine with her cool hands. "Don't speak out, my dear. This will only benefit you, and you will find this kind of training fun."

Marita was speechless. She was already feeling uncomfortable—or excited. Her cheeks were red like fire and her hair was messy. The slave's hands stopped, and her body and mind relaxed at the same time, and it was finally over. She heard Lila speak.

"Okay, let's turn her around."

Marita felt that a slave had left the room, and she only vaguely saw a back. The back was wearing a black robe, tall and big. She seemed to have thought of something, and her heart jumped violently.

A pair of gentle hands turned around her and put a few pads on her, and she lay down comfortably.

"She must remove her body hair before the examination continues," Lila said. "Get the ointment."

Marita raised her knees together, her legs closed, and a stubborn look flashed across her face. That's too much. Take the ointment, do they have any other tricks that will surprise you?

Krotten lay on the other sofa, not paying attention to what happened to Marita.

She closed her eyes and received the massage comfortably.

Her whole body was burning like fire, twisting constantly. After her hips were separated, the slaves' hands moved away, and an ivory strip was carefully stuffed into her.

She did not hide her happiness. Why bother? Everyone here hopes she can have fun on her own. Her body was undulating with that strip, ah, this was such a wonderful place, she could indulge herself as she pleased. She even regretted the death of Madam Anna, otherwise she could have received such a fairy-like happy life. Well, this is in the harem, she can indulge herself to the point of ridiculousness.

A slave reached out his hand and gently held her vagina, and slowly rubbed it repeatedly. Klotin's breathing quickened. This slave seemed to know how to tease a woman's body, and she simply loved that hand. The hand was pinching and touching her rhythmically, making her whole body excited. Then the strip slowly stretched in again. The sesame oil and her body fluids slid out and dripped onto her legs, warming.

Croten lost control and she began to moan, her hands tightly clutching the edge of the sofa, her body twisting in distortion. She couldn't care about this much, after all, happiness was the most important thing.

The slave continued to tease her, and she shouted louder. She also likes the sound, full of pain, joy, temptation and something indescribable. Her uterus began to contract, and heat waves rolled through her lower abdomen, so that she felt as hot as fire, and her whole body was sore and weak.

As her breathing slowly calmed down and everything was returning to normal, the slave leaned closer to her ears and congratulated her in a relaxed tone.

"Qasim will definitely be very satisfied with you." They cleaned up while drying the oil and sweat on her body.

Croten was happier. Qasim said that he would give her greater happiness and she looked forward to the day when he summoned her.

The slaves flattered her and asked her to turn around and put a mat under her. It was not until then that she noticed Marita was resisting everything she was suffering. A slave served a bowl of ointment and placed it next to Marita. Marita seemed to be so angry.

"Get out!" she shouted, kicking the slaves, not letting them touch her. She insisted on shaving her hair.

Croten had never seen Marita so angry. Lila tried to appease Marita, but she looked very angry as well. And Marita couldn't calm down at all.

Crotten wanted to go over and persuade her, but she held back. What's so great about shaving off your body hair? Isn't it good to be naked, like a child. She couldn't even wait and wanted to see what she would be like at that time. She shrugged and took a sip of the frozen juice. She knew how stubborn Marita was, so it would be better for her to calm her anger slowly.

She regrets that Marita is so unconscious and always seeks trouble. She sincerely hopes Marita can capture all the happiness and joy. What else is this Qasim's harem life happier and happier? Here they are carefree, and the only thing they need to do is to reveal their natural nature, which in a sense is exactly what Crotten dreams of.

When the slaves brought her anoint, she cooperated to spread her legs and lifted her arms so that they could work more easily.

"Hmm," she said, "I want a sweet dish. Can you give me a mirror? I want to see what I look like now."

"Kroten! Stop it!" Qasim walked out of a screen angrily.

Marita pulled out a mat and placed it on her body, trying to cover her naked body. She looked at Qasim in dismay, knowing that he must have been watching for a while. He had been watching them in the bathroom just now, and he was the master of the hot eyes.

"Okay, you finally showed up." She said coldly, trying her best to suppress her temper. "Are you defiling my body just now? Let me lie down, and you...you..."

"Yes, it's me," he said with a blank expression. "I think it makes me happy. I also find your lust awakening bit by bit, even though you've been trying to hide this fact. Really, what do you want now? Just an apology. Ah, you still don't understand, I do whatever I'm happy to do, always. Now... I hope my orders are executed."

He approached the sofa and went to see her. She sat in her knees and stared at her fiercely, a faint smile flashing across the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, you won't shave your body? Those golden hairs are so important to you? Then I have to take a good look."

He waved to the slaves. They hurriedly took the mat off Marita and forced her to lie down. She resisted and tried to curl up.

"Don't ruin my good mood," Qasim snapped. "You are doing enough to get you whipped. I hope you can understand what obedience means. Didn't Lila teach you? Hold your upper body up and stretch your legs. Did you hear it? Do it quickly!"

When it comes to Lila, Marita is a little shaken. She reluctantly stood up and did what he said. He kept looking at it with a cold look. Her calves trembled and her knees were slightly divided.

"Open your legs," he said.

She moved slightly.

"Open more!"

She had no choice but to spread her legs wide and reveal the part he wanted to see. She trembled, put her hands on her chest and closed her eyes tightly, as if she could cover herself in this way.

Qasim laughed softly. "It's very charming." He leaned closer. "Oh, that's the center of your body, I've been watching your wonderful body in the bathroom and I've always wanted to do it-this."

He stretched out his fingers to surround her pale brown pubic hair, observing their texture carefully.

"It's so cute," he gasped, "I've never seen anything so beautiful."

Marita closed her eyes, and his hands pinched her lower body. This was the nightmare of last night. It became real so soon? Her body was all displayed under his gaze, half scared and half inexplicable joy.

Qasim bent down and took a deep breath, "You have a good body odor. There is no doubt that it tastes good. But let's talk about this next time. Marita, open your eyes and I want you to see the pleasure on my face. I want you to touch the golden-covered vagina with your fingers so that I can clearly see every tiny part of your body."

Marita opened her eyes in fear. She once thought that being looked at by him was the worst thing. And he would not forgive her. Marita saw Lila looking at her sympathetically and slowly plucked up the courage to do what Qasim ordered.

Her mouth and tongue were dry, her stomach cramped, and her heartbeat accelerated. She slowly moved her hand to her lower body, stretched out a finger with one hand, and separated her labia.

"Drive a little more," said Qasim. "Rubb them gently. OK," he reached out his hand and pinched the protruding thing in the middle with his thumb and index finger, moving back and forth. Marita shuddered. She was both ashamed and angry, and at the same time she felt helpless, but her body reacted disobediently to his movements.

"Great," he said, "you can take your hands away. But your legs still have to be stretched."

Marita breathed a sigh of relief, she thought nothing could have been worse. However, after a while she realized that she was wrong. Indeed, the good show was still coming, and he just started to humiliate her.

"You can keep your body hair, it gives me a pleasant sense of novelty," he said with ease. "I hope it is also oiled and decorated, and it needs to be displayed at all times, Lila, I hope Marita's clothes can reveal this unusual part of her."

"Follow your orders, Master," said Lila.

"Okay, that's it. But you still have to be punished. Marita, do you know why this is?"

She numbly shook her head. She was about to cry.

"I decide everything for you. The reason why you can keep your body hair is because I want to keep it. Do you understand? And you must be punished for refusing to shave. OK, stay there and be ready to be punished."

Marita remembered what he said in the garden, "No one can disobey my will," he said.

She only understood now. Qasim started hitting the inner side of her thigh with his palm, and began to hit very lightly, making a crisp sound, slowly increasing his strength.

She was filled with mixed feelings and felt uncomfortable in her heart. The pain was still secondary, the main thing was that she had never been beaten since she was a child, and she was watching it in front of so many people, Lila, Crotten, and all the slaves, which made her even more ashamed, and she lowered her head deeply.

All this should pass, she couldn't stand it for long. All this is too unreal, how could it happen to her? Fortunately, Lila was not punished. She was getting more and more painful, and Qasim refused to give up. Her legs were hot and red, and red marks appeared on her white skin.

Qasim stopped. Marita wondered if it was over. The inner side of her thighs was hot, but it no longer hurt. It doesn't seem too bad.

"I'm going to slap you in the ass this time, turn around," Kasim ordered.

She panicked again, but soon followed his orders. At least she could avoid these eyes, at least she could close her legs, which made her feel relieved. Her thighs tingled, and she couldn't care about it anymore, and her breathing became evenly uneven.

Qasim began to slap hard on her hips, making a loud noise. She experienced a new pain, squirming under his palm, her lower abdomen pressed against the sofa. The cold silk pressed against her, leaving her inseparable.

Her buttocks were red and swollen and painful. Then, something unbelievable happened, and she actually found a trace of solace in the pain. It seemed that something was pressing her lower body and making it squirm. Maybe what Qasim really wanted to punish was it, not her hips. Her throat was tight, as if it was blocked by something. She bit her lower lip so that she would not cry out a happy moan if she accidentally did.

This is a completely dream, but the pain in the body is completely real. She hated him because he knew her so clearly and how hungry she was.

This punishment was actually just to tell her this.

She began to cry bitterly. His palm was still hitting hard. Once, then again…it seems endless. The pain seemed to be numb and spread throughout the body, and Marita felt that it had been quite long centuries. Finally, he was satisfied.

Qasim stopped and gasped. "Get up," he said. She barely got up. Her eyes were filled with tears. She looked at Qasim with a pleasant look, her face turned red and her expression was quite satisfied. Her buttocks were hot, and she couldn't care about this. She just wanted to find a place to hide as soon as possible. He should allow her to hide in the sofa surrounded by the curtains, right?

But Qasim refused to give up.

"Lila, come here," he said.

Marita's heart sank. Oh, no. It turns out that Lila is still not spared. It was her mistake, and if she agreed to shave the hair, then it wouldn't have happened. She glanced at Lila, who was pale and a little shaky. She wanted to apologize, but it was too late.

Lila forced herself to smile at her. She seemed to know what to do without giving instructions, and she silently tied her bathrobe to her waist and lay on a sofa.

Marita stood up to endure the pain, her buttocks still ached faintly. Lila lay obliquely, her plump buttocks and slender thighs were exposed, and even in such a situation, she was still tempting.

Then she heard Kasim go on, "Marita, come here. You will punish Lila. I want you to feel her skin getting hot and her body trembling, and she screams under your touch. That way you will appreciate how happy it is to punish someone. Well, Lila is ready, you can start."

She staggered and took a step back. In addition to pity, sympathy and self-blame, she really had a nearly despicable desire in her heart, wanting to touch Lila's body. She couldn't explain why this was, and the complex feelings were intertwined and she was confused.

"I...I can't. Please... Qasim I beg you. Don't let me..." Marita said, tears falling down.

Qasim's brow frowned. "So disobedient," he squeezed out his voice from his teeth. "It seems that the punishment has to be heavier."

He grabbed something and walked towards Marita, putting a leather ring around her neck, and she couldn't help but tremble. The leather ring forced her chin to raise, and there was a golden ring in front of the leather ring. Qasim grabbed the golden ring and pulled it hard, and she staggered to follow him.

"Lila, come too. You seem to be letting Marita go, so you must learn from it. Marita's future training will be in my bedroom and under my supervision."

He led Marita out without saying a word. Marita almost had to trot to keep up with him, stepping barefoot on the cool floor, crossing the corridor and walking to his bedroom. Her legs and buttocks were sore that the turban had already slipped off, and her wet hair was draped on her back in a mess, rubbing the edge against her buttocks, making her bit her lip with pain.

Lila hurriedly followed behind her. Marita felt so scary when she thought about how this woman was about to see how she was humiliated. Of course, this is Qasim's will. It seems like every time Marita thinks that Qasim has done her best to deal with her, he can always find new ways to deal with her. She was already filled with shame when she thought of Lila watching all this, watching her being half-dragged, naked, crying behind Qasim.

Once, Marita felt that Lila's cold hands were placed on her hips, extremely gentle, making her feel comfortable.莉拉正試圖給她發燙的臀部散熱。瑪麗塔知道自己身后肯定是又紅又腫，并隨著急促的步伐突突地跳。

瑪麗塔很害怕將要發生的事。不過莉拉還是給了她一些勇氣。她恨清楚，盡管莉拉因為她的不服貼而將受罰，莉拉還是一點都不恨她。她依然是她的好朋友。比好朋友還要好。

她抖抖索索地向前走著，這條路似乎無休無止，綿延不絕。皮圈的束縛更讓她感覺到了她的無助。

瑪麗塔的眼淚滴落了。她簡直就是無可逃遁，沒人會幫她的。莉拉必須聽從卡西姆的命令，因為她仰慕他。她們都是被握在他手心里的。

接著，她才第一次意識到，她也被自己的感覺所控制著。卡西姆不會讓她隱藏她的快感的，他要的是完全的歸順。不止如此，他還要迫使她承認，她喜歡他所做的一切。

This is the most terrifying thing.在這個地方，裸露的不止是身體。