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Chapter
7
Harem
The crowd parted as she was led through
it. Her Twarg guardians had thrown
back her hood revealing her golden mane and white
skin. Head up she swept the crowd
with her brilliant blue eyes staring down every gaze she
met.
A murmur of astonishment followed
her. It was obvious that the
people gathered in the square had never seen anyone like
her. By the time she reached
a large platform in the centre of the square a steady buzz of excitement
was stirring the crowd. Up the
steps she went, this time looking neither right not
left. She was a heroine after
all. She would not show fear
or be cowed by the fate that awaited her.
Mounting he platform she looked out over a sea of
people. Were they all there to
attend the slave auction or had something else brought
them? As she was escorted to
the centre edge of the platform she knew why they were
there. They had come to see her,
the strange golden haired woman who had materialized in the middle of the
desert. She could hear them muttering
the name the Twarg traders had given her, White Goddess,
Chraga Suhm in their
language.
She noticed that she had been placed between
two large iron eyebolts that were set into the timbers of the
platform. It didnt take
much intelligence to figure out what their function would be, and it was
confirmed a few seconds later when the chains attached to her collar were
padlocked to them. But her captors
did not stop there. Additional
shackles were locked onto each of her ankles forcing her to stand with her
legs slightly spread. Only when
they were sure she could not move freely did they proceed with the next
step.
No you dont, Kara said as
one of the Twarg attempted to remove the simple desert robe that concealed
her body from her ankles to her neck.
With a deft twist of her arms she sent him tumbling off the platform
to the crowd below.
A loud shout followed by boisterous laughter
followed this outrageous act.
Apparently the crowd thought it great
entertainment. The Twarg on the
platform with her were not so amused.
Muttering angrily they closed in around
her. But Kara did no go
quietly. A stranger among the
Twarg she was indignant although not surprised that she should be treated
like some sort of commodity.
Slavery was a vile practice.
Angry at her treatment she lashed out at the men who came at
her.
She was a head taller than any of them and
skilled in the fighting techniques she had learned from the Amazons and the
Attalans. The first man to reach
her she laid out with a blow to the jaw; the second she tossed into the crowd
after the man who had tried to disrobe
her. But she was heavily outnumbered,
and also chained to the platform.
She could move her arms but could not turn around to defend
herself. It did not take her
captors very long to figure out that if they came at her from behind she
could not respond to their attack.
Her arms were seized, the men grabbing her
clutching at the cloth of her robe and then while she continued to struggle
the robe was pulled upward and over her head.
Kara stood naked, breathing heavily as her
almost celestial beauty was revealed to the
crowd. Once again the cries of
Chraga
Suhm rippled through the
crowd. Kara was too angry to
notice the similarity between the name and the term that Theran had given
her. She had been stripped and
humiliated before, but not in front of hundreds of
people. Slowly she brought herself
under control, quieting her breathing and standing tall and beautiful before
the waiting crowd.
Her imposing presence actually silenced the
crowd as they stood in awe of the white- skinned golden-haired
goddess. It was a silence that
held until one of the men of the platform
spoke. Although Kara could not
make out all of what he was saying she understood enough to know that the
auction was now underway.
This is what it must have been like
for the millions sold into slavery in Earths dark history, she
thought. Alone and helpless
on a platform, surround by those who viewed them only as objects to be bought
and sold. It was both
crushingly humiliating and frightening.
Fear haunted her as she wondered what her master would be
like. How would she be
treated? What would he want of
her? She dreaded the idea that
she would soon be completely subject to someones
will. Bitter experience had shown
her just how unpleasant that could be.
The bidding was spirited at first, with hundreds
of people participating.
Eventually, however, the number of bidders declined until there were
only a few wealthy individuals left.
Kara tried to remain aloof from what was happening, but she could
not help sneaking a look at the remaining
bidders. One of them she saw
was not even part of the crowd, but was seated above it on a litter carried
by a dozen men. Like all Twarg
men his face was concealed by a hood, but she noticed that he was richly
dressed, his clothing heavily ornamented with gold and
jewels. When he bid he did not
speak but simply gestured with one
finger. Kara was not surprised
that at the end of the bidding he was the only bidder
remaining.
This is a great honour for you,
Golden Goddess, said the Twarg standing next to
her. You have been purchased
by the
Littan.
The Littan? asked
Kara. And who is
he?
The man puffed air through his mouth, a sound
that Kara had learned indicated surprise or
disgust. You do not know
of the Littan? No wonder you
were found wandering like a naked savage in the
desert. He is our honoured ruler
and now your new master. If you
value your soft white skin be careful how you speak to
him. The Littan is most unforgiving
of those who insult him.
Kara did not
answer. So now she was a slave
of the Twarg king. Now doubt
she would be expected to submit to his
will. She watched helplessly
as the chains that shackled her to the platform were unlocked from the eyebolts,
but still held by several guards.
Evidently her little display of violence had convinced the Twarg that
they could not afford to take any chances with
her. That was made abundantly
clear when manacles were placed on each of her wrists and a heavy chain was
secured about her waist. She
now wore so much iron that even walking was made
difficult. Pulled by her captors
she was dragged to the edge of the platform and loaded onto a litter carried
by eight men. Two men wearing
armour rode with her, placing her between them and locking her shackles to
the litter to ensure that she did not try to escape.
The ride to the palace would have been more
interesting if Kara had not been so preoccupied with her
predicament. She watched for
the slightest chance to escape, but there was
none. The litter was carried
smoothly through the streets. No
one obstructed its passage no matter how crowded the street
was. Upon seeing the flag signifying
the authority of the Littan the crowd magically parted allowing the men carrying
it to pass without even having to break
stride. Within a half hour they
were walking into the walled courtyard of the Littans
palace.
Once again Kara was reminded of the Arabian
Nights. The palace was a fabulous
place of ornate architecture, splashing fountains, and hundreds of guards
and servants. She was carried
deep within it, finally passing through a heavily guarded doorway and into
a section of the palace where there were only
women. It was here that the litter
stopped and Kara and her guards
dismounted. Kara wondered at
this. If this was the Littans
harem as she supposed it was, why were the men carrying the litter and the
two guards allowed to enter?
The inhabitants of this part of the palace
were quite different from those she had seen so far, the most striking feature
being that she could actually see that they were
female. Unlike the other members
of Twarg society these women were only light dressed, their costumes consisting
of diaphanous multicoloured cloth.
Kara watched her guards
as she was led through the hallways.
Interestingly they showed little or no interest in the large quantities
of delectable female flash that was on
display.
A middle-aged but still attractive woman came
toward Kara as she entered a particularly luxurious
room. She was surrounded by female
attendants and was obviously a person of
importance. Coming to a halt
a few feet from the heroine she spoke to the
guards. Remove her
chains. I doubt she will try
to escape.
Thank you, Kara said, relived
to be rid of so much dead weight.
The feeling of freedom as the shackles were removed was
tremendous.
You are welcome, my
dear. The women looked
coolly at Kara for a few seconds before
continuing. In spite of the fact
that she was almost a foot shorter than Kara the woman oozed
authority. I am Falana,
the woman said. The Littana
and bearer of the Littans
children. I rule
here.
By here Kara assumed the Littana
meant the harem. She had learned
enough about Twarg society to know that although the Littan was allowed as
many women as he could afford, and that was a very large number indeed, the
was only one queen and only the queens children were considered
royalty. The numerous other offspring
had no legal status other than what the Littan allowed
them.
Falana was tall by Twarg standards, but Kara
still towered over her. Like
the other women she was almost naked, most of what she wore consisting of
jewellery. But there was one
disturbing aspect of her attire.
Her nipples and been pierced and two large gold rings inserted in
the openings. The rings were
connected to elaborate and extensive ropes of gold that extended to a heavy
gold collar about the womans
throat. It was spectacular, but
all Kara could think of was how much it must have hurt when Falana had received
her royal decoration.
Come with me, Falana
said. The Littan has ordered
you prepared and I am in charge of the procedure.
Kara didnt like either of the words
Falana used. Prepared
and procedure sounded somewhat clinical and quite
unpleasant. But she followed
obediently.
Falana took her to a part of the palace where
males were more numerous, eventually taking her into a room where four male
attendants waited. Still devoid
of clothing, Kara wondered why males were allowed in the harem at
all.
Falana gave her an
explanation. Oh, they are
not males, she smiled.
At least not in the normal sense of the
word. They were all chosen as
young men for their lack of interest in women, and then had their sex organs
removed as an extra precaution.
They are quite unable to have sex or even show any interest in
women.
The revelation shocked
Kara. What a price to pay
for being different, Kara thought.
She was beginning to have strong reservations about Twarg society,
especially the part that she was supposed to play in
it. She had no wish to serve
the Littan as one of his playthings and she would tell him so when she was
presented to him.
First you need to be cleaned,
Fulana said, guiding Kara toward a steaming pool of
water. You smell like a
kapert.
Small wonder, Kara
thought. Ive been
riding one for five days. But
she made no effort to stop Falana from helping her into the
pool. It was only when she was
in the steaming water up to her neck that she discovered the male attendants
were going to wash her.
No, she protested I can wash
myself. But they paid no
attention to her. Surrounding
her, they began to give her a thorough scrubbing while Falana watched, an
amused smile on her face.
Embarrassed at being washed by two men, albeit
severely emasculated men, Karra finally emerged from the
tub. But the attentions of the
attendants did not stop there. She
was then forced to allow them to dry her and comb out her
hair. Only when they were completely
satisfied with her appearance was she allowed to follow
Falana. This time she was taken
to a room that immediately made her
nervous. The only item of furniture
in it was a low bench fitted with iron
rings. It reminded her too much
of the bondage she had been forced to endure when she had been captured on
other occasions. She also noticed
that she was surrounded by more than just a couple of male
attendants. Several armed guards
were now part of her escort. Kara
began to feel distinctly uncomfortable.
Sit, Falana ordered, pointing
to the bench. Kara looked at
the guards and reluctantly seated
herself.
It was a
mistake. Instantly four of the
guards moved in and in a well coordinated effort seized her wrists and ankles
pinning her to the bench and then binding each wrist and ankle to one of
the rings on the bench.
Let me go! Kara
protested. She was embarrassed
at how quickly and easily she had been
overwhelmed. The guards might
be eunuchs, but they were not
incompetent.
Sorry I had to order that, Falana
said smiling, but some of the newcomers to the harem make quite a fuss
when they are given their
jewellery. Her face indicated
that she was quite enjoying Karas discomfiture.
Jewellery?
Kara looked at the gold chains suspended from Falanas swaying
breasts and suddenly realized what was about to
happen. No, she
protested. I dont
need jewellery.
Falana
smiled. The Littan has
never seen anyone like you. As
a mark of his esteem he has decided to honour you with full body
decoration.
I dont need it, Kara replied,
pulling at the ropes that held her on the
bench.
It is my duty to see that you are properly
ornamented when you go to the Littan.
It would not be wise to reject his gift and I do not intend to suffer
because of your attitude.
Falana smiled sweetly as she
finished. It was clear that she
was enjoying the situation.
Before Kara could protest again Falana clapped
her hands and several servants stepped forward, carrying several
trays. These were placed on a
small table in plain sight of Kara.
She noted that there appeared to be a number of surgical instruments
on the trays as well as a large assortment of gold jewellery and gemstones.
Falana approached her carrying a couple of
lengths of cloth. I think
you are the screaming type, she
said. So I think you should
wear this.
No, dont, Kara protested,
but Falana grabbed her hair and stuffed one of the pieces of cloth into
Karas mouth and bound it in place with the other.
Mmmpph! Kara cried, the gag shutting off any attempt to
protest effectively. She pulled
wildly at the ropes that held her wrists and ankles in an undisciplined attempt
to break free.
I think you should sit still,
Falana said. This is only
going to hurt more if you struggle.
Unable to escape, Kara sat still and
waited. But she almost panicked
again when she saw Falana light a small alcohol burner and begin to heat
the end of a long curved needle in the
flame.
Kara broke into a
sweat. This helps to stop
the bleeding and prevents infection at the same time, Falana explained
as the end of the needle turned cherry
red. I will also keep the
piercing from closing so that I can insert the
jewellery.
Karas eyes widened in fear as Falana
sat down on the edge of the bench, the glowing needle in her
hand. First the navel,
she said moving the point of the needle toward Karas
mid-section.
Mmmppphh! Kara screamed as the needle sizzled through her
flesh. Smoke from her burned
tissue rose into the air as Falana held it there for what seemed an eternity
of pain. Probably it was no more
than a few seconds, but the agonizing pain had a way of proving Einsteins
theory.
Falana twisted the needle in the wound, clearly
enjoying her work. A diamond,
I think, she said to one of the
eunuchs. That will go very
nicely with your colouring.
She selected a diamond-ornamented gold stud from one of the trays
of jewellery and, removing the needle, inserted it into Karas
navel. Yes, thats
very nice. Now for the
nipples.
Kara twisted while Falana reheated the needle,
but there was no give to the ropes that held
her. Cursing Zhims red
sun, she waited while the Twarg queen heated the needle until it was once
again cherry red. Then moving
over to Kara she took the nipple of her left breast between her thumb and
forefinger. These are quite
beautiful, Falana said.
Pink is one of my favourite colours and your nipples are so
erect and perfect. She
rolled the taut bud between her fingers while Kara continued to
struggle.
Oh, do
stop! Falana said in
exasperation. You know
you cant get away. Why
are you fighting this? Youre
just going to make it hurt more if you keep on
struggling.
Kara gazed up at her
tormentor. Her naked body was
covered in sweat and her breasts heaved with the strain of trying to
escape. She knew that the queen
was right. She was just making
the situation worse for herself.
Fighting the urge to panic she calmed herself and awaited Falanas
next move.
Hmmpph! Falana
said. Thats
better. But now youve let
it get cold. She thrust
the needle back into the flame and soon had it glowing again.
Now just keep still, she said
and thrust the needle into the tip of Karas nipple.
Mmmpph! Kara grunted as the searing needle burned her tender
flesh. This time she did not
writhe in pain although the effort cost her considerable
self-control.
Methodically, Falana worked the needle into
the wound, enlarging it and then carefully chose a one inch diameter gold
ring and inserted it into the base of the
nipple. That hurt almost as much
as the needle had, but Kara maintained her control, not flinching even when
Falana closed the ring using a small set of pliers.
Now the other one, Falana
said. You are being very
brave. Thats
good. Youll have to be
brave when you meet the Littan. His
sexual habits are a bit
unusual.
Kara noticed the
hesitation. She wasnt looking
forward to being bedded by the Littan, but she wondered how his sexual habits
could be much more painful than the body decoration she was going
through.
Falana heated the needle
again. While she did so her eyes
traveled over Karas curvaceous
body. Hmmm, she
murmured. You are quite
unusual. She ran her hand
through Karas shoulder-length hair.
That golden hair. So
silky. And it even feels the
same between your legs.
Kara gasped as Falanas free hand went
where it did not belong. She
was distinctly uncomfortable as the queens fingers probed her vulva
slipping into the tight cleft.
So vary pink, the queen
mused. Both outside and
inside.
The degrading probing of her nether region
was almost as bad as the pain caused by the
needle. Kara urged her body not
to respond; not to provide Falana with any more
encouragement.
Ah, its ready, Falana exclaimed,
turning her attention back to the red hot needle. Now the other
one.
Kara felt relief as Falana stopped her sexual
probing, but that was instantly replaced by the fear of the needle as once
again the queen took her nipple between her
fingers. This piercing was the
worst so far, or at least is seemed that
way. Kara realized that she was
weakening. After the long journey
on the backs of the kapert to the Twarg capital, and the humiliation of the
slave market, followed by her trip to the palace and her constant struggle
with the guards, she was becoming too exhausted to
resist. She marshaled her resources
calling upon what reserves of energy she had
left. She was sure that the session
with Falana still had a way to go and then no doubt something just as grim
awaited her.
Falana finished with the right nipple, adorning
it with a gold ring to match the left.
Kara breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps this was all that was
necessary. Unfortunately, it
was not to be. Falana showed
her that there were still many other parts of the body that could be pierced
as was proven by the many rings and chains that hung form her
own.
If she endured this so can I,
Kara thought, fighting back tears of agony as the red hot needle was pushed
through the lips of her vulva. The
septum of her nose was next, followed by both ears, and her lower
lip. Then the fun began of linking
up all of the rings.
When Falana was finished, Karas body
was adorned with dozens of ropes of gold.
A heavy chain of gold encircled her waist and
throat. Gold bands ornamented
her wrists, ankles, and arms.
Dozens of hair-fine gold chains went from neck to her ringed nipples
and from there dozens more went to the gold chain at her
waist. Large chains went from
her waist to the two rings piercing the lips of her
vulva. The weight of all the
jewelry especially that suspended from her breasts was burdensome and even
painful.
Falana had the eunuchs remove the gag and
untie Kara from the bench. She
had to be helped to her feet. To
her further embarrassment she swayed uncertainly as she adjusted to the weight
of metal on her body. Her nipples
and the other areas of her body that had been pierced with the red hot needle
burned intensely. Now you
are almost ready, Falana said.
In three days you will be presented to the
Littan. That will give you time
to rest and for the swelling caused by the needles to go
down. You will also be properly
cleaned. You sweated abominably
while I administered your ornamentation.
We cant have you smelling like a kapert when the Littan takes
you to his bed.
Kara was too exhausted mentally and physically to reply. Meekly, she allowed two of the eunuchs to lead her away.
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