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Rupali carefully threaded last of the hundreds
of glass beads into Larra’s hair.
It had been more than a month since Larra had been returned to the
harem with Rupali as her servant.
The Englishwoman was now more than five months into her pregnancy
and her distended belly and heavy breasts were clear evidence of her
humiliation. She bore it well,
however, and never commented on her condition or the circumstances leading
up to it. For more than thirty
days the prince had ignored them, but a week ago they had entered the destination
of the slave caravan.
To Rupali the city of the Prahgan was something
out of a dream. She had known
only her plantation existence and had never dreamed of seeing anything like
this. She and the large convoy
of slaves, guards, and courtiers had finally reached a narrow
canyon. Upon threading her way
through the steep-sided entrance she found herself unexpectedly on a paved
road about twelve feet wide. After
the muddy and then rocky track that she had been forced to walk through the
forest and mountains, the sudden transition came as a complete
surprise. And it was to become
more surprising still.
The paved road made walking much easier and
the caravan made good progress, moving deep into the
canyon. About an hour after reaching
the paved road they came across a wall that completely blocked the
canyon. Set in its centre was
a heavy wooden gate studded with iron.
The gate was wide open and as Rupali moved through it she saw that
there was a second gate fifty paces from the
first. Like the first it was
also open, but she saw that the sides of the canyon were lined with narrow
slits carved into the rocks.
Although she could not see anyone in the dark openings she was sure
that they hid soldiers armed with spears or bows and
arrows.
It was then that Rupali began to notice the
sides of the canyon had been sculpted into numerous windows and
doorways. The farther they progressed
the more ornate were the friezes and carvings decorating the
openings. It became obvious that
the canyon was actually a gateway to an immense hidden
city.
People began to
appear. At first they were few,
but within an hour the slave procession was being marched through a teaming
city. Hundreds of people thronged
the street, which had now widened until it was actually an area over a hundred
feet wide. On either side it
was lined with booths and shops with thousands of people selling a variety
of foods and products that was truly
astounding.
The huge procession of slaves, soldiers and
servants pushed their way through the crowd until they reached an open area
free of people. It was here that
the slaves were streamed off, most of them being herded through a large stone
portal to the right. Rupali and
Larra, however, along with a number of the more attractive female captives
were taken straight ahead. About
a half mile father on they came to the end of the canyon, and the ending
was spectacular.
Before them stretched a quadruple flight of
stairs, carved from the rock of the canyon and extending hundreds of steps
upward. Along both sides of the
immense stairway gigantic pillars were set at intervals of about twenty
feet. Ascending the staircase
was like moving into a huge temple, and it became more and more impressive
as they climbed.
At the top of the staircase a gigantic portal
opened before them. Even larger
pillars flanked the huge doorway which was elaborately carved with painted
bas-reliefs of men, women, animals, and beings that appeared to be creatures
from the imagination. Rupali
caught her breath as she gazed upon it and then she and the others were led
into the interior.
Inside she found herself in a magnificent
palace. High domed ceilings stretched
above them and the ornate wall decorations continued into the
interior. From overhead sunlight
penetrated to the floor from apertures that must have been cut through the
rock into the open air above. It
was magnificent almost beyond imagination and Rupali could only stare in
wonder as she was led through room after magnificent room, until finally
she and the others reached their final destination.
The rooms that were to be their home were
as marvelous as the rest of the palace.
Here the palace opened on the outside into gardens filled with statues,
fountains, pools, and artificial streams.
The elaborately furnished rooms were flooded with light and the calming
sound of water. For a few moments
Rupali felt like she was living in paradise and then she remembered why she
and Larra were their. She wondered
what it would be like to be a royal concubine and wondered how long it would
be until the prince sent for her.
Larra was just as impressed as Rupali by the
magnificence of Prahgan civilization, but she saw it through the trained
eyes of an archeologist and
anthropologist. The art and
architecture was clearly very similar to the archeological site she had been
mapping and the people resembled very much the villagers she had encountered
near the ancient ruins. She had
apparently been captured by the descendents of some long lost civilization
that had somehow managed to hide itself from the outside
world.
The palace alone was the work of centuries
and attested to people who were highly skilled and
artistic. In spite of her desperate
situation one of the first things she acquired was paper, ink, and a quill
pen.
It was not all that easy to make the girls
serving her understand what she wanted.
Apparently women in Prahgan society were illiterate, but eventually
she made them understand, and since she was carrying the prince’s child
she was given what she wanted. She
immediately began writing a detailed account of everything about the Prahgan
that she had seen and experienced, omitting only the details of her sexual
violation. In this she was helped
by Rupali who was able to write in Hindi and helped Larra remember certain
details of the people who had enslaved them
Life as a royal concubine gave both women
considerable free time and Larra was able not only to record details of
everything about her, but also to resume her disciplined
training. During her long captivity
she had been unable to practice her martial arts techniques and she felt
woefully out of shape. Although
into her fifth month, she still moved with the grace of a ballerina, taking
time to reacquaint her muscles to exercises she had not completed for
months.
At first Rupali merely looked at her in amazement,
but after a few days she asked if she could
join. She confessed that she
had never before exercised in her life except for the grueling trek that
had brought her to the Prahgan capital.
She did, however, recognize similarities between the exercises Larra
taught her and the tantric routines practiced by Hindu holy
men.
At first she felt incredibly awkward, but
after a few days she became more confident as she learned the simple
routines. She also became aware
of something that she had not suspected.
She and Larra had just finished a strenuous
two hours of exercising when she turned to her beautiful
mentor. “Why am I here?”
she asked. “You and the
other members of the harem are most
beautiful. I am nothing but a
fat cow. Why did the prince choose
me?”
Larra looked at her
curiously. “Apparently you
have not looked into a mirror for some time.”
“No,” Rupali
confessed. “I have
not.” She didn’t add
that she had avoided mirrors since the age of fifteen, finding the sight
of her flabby body most depressing.
“Come,” Larra said taking her by
the hand. She led Rupali into
garden and toward one of the large reflecting
pools. Moving to the water’s
edge she knelt and motioned to Rupali to do the
same.
Rupali didn’t recognize the beautiful
girl who looked back at her. Long
dark hair framed a perfect oval face.
Gone was the embarrassing double chin and chubby cheeks, replaced
by high cheekbones, bewitchingly dark eyes, a full mouth and a petite
nose.
Rupali could not hold back a gasp of surprise.
As she leaned over farther she
saw that her body, concealed only by ephemeral wisps of silk, had also
changed. Weeks of eating only
a single bowl of rice a day, coupled with day after day of walking and carrying
out the meanest of tasks, had melted the fat from her body and firmed up
her flabby flesh.
Disbelieving, she swept her hands over her
body. They encountered the slender
curves of a beautiful woman.
“How could I have not seen this?” she asked
aloud.
“Sometimes old habits blind us to the
obvious,” Larra answered.
Rupali looked into the reflecting pool
again. A fair-skinned statuesque
beauty stared back at her; a young woman with full breasts crowned with dark
nipples and a narrow waist that emphasized her flaring hips and long
legs. “I’m
beautiful,” she breathed.
“There is more than one form of
beauty,” Larra replied.
“I would not have survived the trek without your
help.”
“The prince would have ordered someone
else to do it,” Rupali answered, surprised.
“Perhaps,” answered Larra, “but
I doubt that anyone would have served me as well as you
did.”
“How could I not serve you?” Rupali
said. “You were being treated
with incredible brutality, but never once
complained. I have never seen
such bravery.”
“I doubt that complaining would have
done me any good.” Larra replied.
Both women turned as one of the serving girls
entered the garden. Her words
cut Rupali’s and Larra’s mutual admiration society
short. “Mistresses, you
are to ready yourselves. The
prince desires you in his chambers.”
Larra’s face did not change, but Rupali
paled and she almost fell as her knees
buckled. The prince only used
women for one purpose and she had already seen the results of his actions
in Larra’s swelling body.
Larra placed her hand on the girl’s
shoulder. “Come,” she
said quietly. “It will do
not good to delay. The prince
will merely be angered. We will
face this together.”
Rupali forced herself to her feet although
her legs still felt like water. She
set her jaw. She had known sooner
or later that it would come to this.
If Larra could face it so could
she. Setting her jaw she followed
Larra from the garden.
Even with the help of their female attendants
it took considerable little time to prepare them for their meeting with the
prince. They were clad only in
the most ephemeral of garments, but the body painting and other ritual decoration
took hours. About their hips
they wore only a gossamer garment supported by a gold chain that circled
their waists. In front and back
a length of silk that reached to their ankles concealed their
loins. Their breasts were covered
by a thin film of the same material.
It provided some support but concealed little of what lay
beneath. They were heavily adorned
with gold chains that were looped about heir necks as well as bracelets and
anklets of the same metal. Gems
and gold and glass beads were woven into their
hair. Thus prepared an escort
was summoned and they were taken to the prince.
Not surprisingly, the prince’s quarters
were located close to the harem.
Escorted by a dozen guards Larra and Rupali entered his opulent
rooms. Like the harem the
prince’s suite opened on gardens that allowed sunlight to flood into
the room, and as before he was heavily guarded, the addition of the escort
bringing the number of guards in the room to over
twenty.
As before Larra refused to go to her knees
and Rupali emulated her. The
prince, from his position on a large divan flashed her a dark
look. It was clear that her open
defiance had angered him. He
rose from the divan and pointed directly toward
her. “Were it not for the
fact that you carry my son I would have you flayed, but your virginal companion
has no such protection. If you
do not wish to see her skin peeled from her body you will show proper
respect.”
Reluctantly Larra went to her knees taking
Rupali with her. She bowed her
head realizing that her arrogance might have placed the life of her young
companion in danger.
“I see I gauged you correctly,”
the prince continued. “You
are willing to risk your own body, but not that of your companion.
I expected that you would forge
a strong bond with anyone I assigned as your
servant. I am sure my palace
guard would be pleased to entertain her if you prove
uncooperative.”
Larra remained on her knees, her head bowed
and her eyes on the floor. Her
time in the harem had given her the opportunity to learn more details of
the prince’s sadistic nature. The women of the harem lived in abject
terror of being summoned into his presence, never knowing if his whim would
turn to pleasure or pain. The
prince had guessed the perfect way to control
her. He didn’t need to threaten
her children when the threat to almost anyone would do, but he had made sure
of her cooperation by putting her and Rupali together so that they could
forge a strong bond.
It was a mortifying
position. Only by cooperating
sexually with the prince could Larra save her new companion from torture,
and she would almost certainly be forced to watch the girl as she was
raped. But there was no escaping
the frightening situation. Rupali
did not have the training to attempt an escape and Larra herself was in no
shape to fight her way to freedom.
And even if escape from the palace was possible, how could a young
girl and a heavily pregnant woman make their way through an entire
city? The best they could do
was to temporarily accept their fate and wait for a more opportune
moment.
“I see that you now realize that I am
your master,” the prince gloated.
“Bring yourself to me.”
With leaden limbs Larra forced herself to
her feet. With each step she
took toward the divan she felt as if she was walking to her doom and she
could well imagine what it was like for
Rupali. The girl had never known
a man and to discover that she was beautiful and then to be forced to surrender
herself to a brute like the prince must have been a truly horrendous
experience. Momentarily her thoughts
flashed back to the time when her own virginity had been wrenched from her
in a brutal rape.
Rupali trembled as she neared the
prince. For the moment his eyes
were on Larra, but there was no doubt that he knew she was
there. Only with difficulty could
she control her terror and her heart was beating so rapidly she feared it
would burst from her chest. Her
life had changed completely. Only
short minutes ago she had been aglow with pride and jubilation over the discovery
of her newfound beauty. But she
now knew that such a gift came with a
price. Her beauty meant that
she was desirable, and in the presence of a man like Prince Selwin it meant
that she would be forced to give up that which was most precious to
her.
Larra knelt before the feet of the
prince. He stood over her, an
arrogant smile playing about his lips.
How could a mere woman, even one as mysterious and deadly as the one
that knelt before him think that she could defy
him? He had bent her to his will;
forced her to accept his seed and impregnated her; now he would complete
his conquest. In spite of her
swollen belly he would take her to his bed and force her to perform as his
willing slave.
“Show me that you know how to please
me,” he ordered. Around
him the slave girls continued to wave their palm fans, creating a pleasantly
cool draft of air while he received his
pleasure.
The prince was sprawled before her, his hips
at the same level as her bowed head.
There was little doubt what his demand
meant. Slowly Larra raised her
head and shifting her body forward touched the clasp that fastened his
kilt. A twist of her fingers
opened allowing the garment to slip free of his
body. As before his semi-aroused
phallus was only inches from her.
It took every bit of willpower that she had
not to crush his testicles. She
could have done it in an instant, but such an action would have meant certain
and incredibly painful death for both her and
Rupali. She had no doubt that
the prince was capable of carrying out his threat and the thought of
Rupali’s ripe body being stripped of its skin while she was forced to
watch overcame her revulsion at what she was being forced to
do.
He fingers closed over the prince’s
manhood. Larra knew well how
to delight a man and she used her skills to bring the prince to a full state
of arousal before taking him into her
mouth. By this time the prince
was moaning in pleasure, his body quivering with
delight. It took only a few minutes
before her clever mouth had him panting uncontrollably and just a few minutes
longer to force him to climax.
It was nothing she had not done before and
frequently quite willingly. But
there was a vast difference between stimulating a lover and being forced
to act like a whore. Larra felt
intense revulsion as Selwin spurted his seed down her throat, his hand on
the back of her head forcing her to accept all of
it. But she also felt something
else. Perhaps this sacrifice
would satisfy the sadistic noble and spare Rupali at least
temporarily. It might gain them
the time needed to somehow escape, but her hopes were dashed as the prince
ordered her to rise.
“Sit next to me,” he
gasped. He was still breathing
heavily, but his eyes were those of a man who was far from finished, and
Larra remembered that the first time he had violated her the session had
lasted for hours. As he ordered
she moved onto the divan beside him, settling herself onto the
cushions.
With surprising gentleness the prince pushed
her down so that she was lying on her back beside him, then he placed his
hand on Larra’s nude and rounded
belly. Slowly he stroked his
fingers over the tight skin, pausing to rest his palm on her belly every
now and then.
“Ahh,” he
said. “My son welcomes his
father.”
Larra felt only disgust at this forced exploration
of her body. Her child had kicked
within her and Selwin had felt the
movement. It was a defilement
of something that was so private that only with difficult did she hide her
disgust. Selwin had forced the
child upon her, but she was far from accepting him as its father simply because
he was the originator of the sperm that had found her foolish
egg. However, the prince was
far from finished exploring his handiwork and her
body.
His hands soon moved to her heavy
breasts. Swollen by her pregnancy
they were especially sensitive and as Selwin fondled and squeezed them she
had to fight hard to resist the urge to strike out against this
outrage. For his part the prince
seemed to sense her pent up emotions and barely controlled
rage.
“How pitiful it must be,” he sneered,
“to be a mere woman and subject to such
changes.” As if to emphasize
his contempt and his power over her he squeezed hard, compressing the soft
flesh beneath his fingers.
Larra grunted in pain, but endured his painful
and humiliating exploration of her body.
She now knew that this was merely the
beginning. The prince intended
to have his full measure of her and inflict as much pain and humiliation
on her as he could. Any attempt
to fight back would only result in punishment more brutal than she could
imagine, and not only upon her but upon Rupali as well.
The prince explored every part of her burgeoning
body taking delight in touching her in the most intimate of
places. With each touch Larra
vowed that she would one day be avenged for the indignities she was forced
to suffer. Exerting her iron
self-control she held herself back, but the prince was not
fooled.
He looked into her smoldering eyes and
smiled. “You will be
tamed. I have already forced
you to accept my seed and will do so
again. Eventually you will do
willingly what you now do under
duress.”
Larra glared back, but could do nothing when
the prince decided to demonstrate his power by forcing her to have sex once
again. He moved from the divan
and forced her to turn on her side.
Then he seized her right leg and raising it almost at right angles
to her body he took her from the side, using his strength to force his way
into her.
Larra grimaced once as he thrust into her
and then simply lay quiet while he had his
way. She was overcome with a
feeling of complete helplessness as he enjoyed
her. She had been in many an
adventure where she faced danger and adversity, but never one where she had
been so completely dominated. She
had to escape, but her own body was working against
her. She was growing heavier
every day and less able to defend herself, but imprisoned in the most
inaccessible part of the palace, and surrounded by hundreds of guards, she
could only wait and accept her fate.
The prince finished with her, climaxing for
a second time. His sexual energy
was enormous and she wondered how long he would continue to torment
her. He fell back onto the divan
and closed his eyes. For a few
seconds Larra thought that he might be finished with her, but that hope was
dashed almost immediately when he turned to Rupali.
“Stimulate her,” he ordered the
girl. “I wish to see if
you can do what I cannot.”
Rupali simply stared,
horrified. The prince’s
handsome countenance twisted in anger.
“Do you also dare to defy me?”
Larra moved from the divan and took Rupali’s
hand. “Do it,” she
said. “I will help
you.”
“But I don’t know how,” Rupali
cried.
Larra moved back to the
divan. Repugnant as this public
display was, she dared not let the prince take out his anger on the young
girl. She suspected that Rupali
was to suffer enough in any case.
“Touch me here,” she said, guiding Rupali’s hand to
her left breast. “And
here,” she continued, taking the girl’s other hand and placing
it just above her mound of Venus.
Gently Larra guided Rupali in the art of
lovemaking. Only once before
had she made love to another woman, and that act was motivated by quite another
emotion; her love for the young girl, Melissa Gallant, who had joined her
in a perilous adventure. In this
instance it was not love but fear that was her main reason; fear that the
young and inexperienced Indian girl would be cruelly punished if she did
not comply with the wishes of their sadistic
master.
Nevertheless, her reaction to Rupali’s
caresses was real enough. She
was soon breathing heavily as Rupali’s fingers and lips slowly set her
on fire. Without prompting she
returned the favour, running her hands over Rupali’s silken skin and
losing herself in an act that became one of unbridled
passion. Although both lovers
were well aware of the fact that they were surrounded by an audience of women
and men, they submerged that aspect of their existence until the outside
world faded from their consciousness and they became fully immersed in the
wonder of one another’s bodies.
They were rudely snapped out of their mutual
passion by an angry roar. Larra
and Rupali were roughly ripped apart by the prince’s
guards. The prince, still unclothed,
stood before them, almost shaking with
rage. “So I see that you
prefer one another to a man.”
He pointed to Larra.
“Seize her. “I
will see her flogged for her impudence.”
“As for this one,” he continued
glaring at Rupali. “I will
show her how women should be used.
Hold her.”
Guards closed about both Larra and Rupali,
seizing each of them by the arms.
Larra was forced to her knees and watched helplessly as Rupali was
dragged to the divan and thrown on her
back. The girl struggled frantically,
but was powerless in the grip of her
captors.
“First you,” the prince smirked,
as he approached the girl, “and then you can enjoy the sight of your
companion being disciplined.”
He stepped forward and seized Rupali’s kicking
legs.
Rupali screamed as she was held
down. She had known that what
she was about to experience was bound to happen sooner or
later. After all, why had the
prince summoned her? But that
did not make her terror any the less
extreme. She cried out in fear
as the prince spread her legs and forced himself between her
thighs. His phallus, gigantic
in her eyes, was only inches from her gates of heaven she was almost hysterical
as she thought of the pain and humiliation she faced.
“What is the matter?” the prince
snickered. “Do you actually
prefer a woman to a man?”
In truth Rupali did not prefer women, but
she infinitely preferred making love with Larra to being raped and the disgrace
associated with the violent loss of her
virginity. She fought to preserve
her honour, and terror gave her strength beyond normal, but she was held
by two strong men and pinned by a third.
The prince moved his hands to her flexing backside and with tantalizing
slowness moved his rigid member toward her quivering
vulva.
Rupali screamed as she was penetrated and
her hymen sundered. The pain
of the prince’s invading phallus coupled with the humiliating loss of
her virginity had her crying
incoherently. The prince laughed
as he probed deeper, eliciting further cries of
anguish. Rupali writhed in agony
as the prince abraded the lining of her vagina, but her agonized protests
merely spurred him on. For over
an hour he drove into her enjoying to the full the pain and humiliation of
his victim.
The prince finished her with a groan of
satisfaction and then unceremoniously pushed the weeping girl
away. He feel back on the divan,
finally sexually satiated. His
eyes sought Larra who had been forced the watch the brutal rape of the young
Indian girl. “Prepare her
for her punishment,” he gasped.
“I will see to her when I am ready.”
Barely able to move, Rupali lay on the floor
on the royal bedchamber. She
was bleeding from her vagina, and the bite marks on her breasts and shoulders
pained her badly, but more than her own pain she feared for
Larra. Heavy with child, she
did not see how the woman who had befriended her could survive any sort of
severe punishment. She attempted
to struggle to her feet, but was too weak to stand, and then the female servants
gathered about her, and gently lifting her from the floor carried her from
the room. She could only watch
in despair as the tall Englishwoman was led in chains from the
room.
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