Starship Gods Ch. 28

Chapter 28: The Gods Khalid, Ahmed, and Chaka

"Aaaaah!" said Masharaf, as he climaxed painfully inside of Selene. After a moment's rest, he kissed her appreciatively and climbed off her. "How I enjoy putting my seed deep within you, woman!"

Selene smiled at him lovingly. "You seemed very inspired today, my love. Did you have a good day a work?"

Masharaf shrugged. "I whipped a few disobedient women. Oh, and I beheaded a heretic."

"A beheading! How grand! Tell me, Master, how does it feel to behead people, and whip them?" Selene asked.

"What do you mean?" Masharaf asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Well, you told me that before this you used to work in construction." That was Selene's euphemism for being a day laborer. "This is a very different kind of position from what you're used to."

"That it is," said Masharaf, lying back on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

"I just wondered... what you thought about it?"

"It is a job, like any other," said Masharaf. "In the past, I was on the lowest rung of society. Everyone looked down upon me. It shames me to say that women, women much lesser than you, avoided me. But now I have a position which gives me power and authority. People look up to me. Ahmed calls me his 'right hand man' and says I can rise far in the Caliphate."

"But in order to do this, you must whip and even kill your own people."

"Yes," Masharaf sighed. "That took some getting used to, But do you know what I realized? In every society, there are people on the top, and people on the bottom. If I am not doing this on the top, someone else would be. I have decided it is better for me to be on top doing this than someone else. Society will always do to people what it does. We are powerless to effect it. We can either profit from it, or be destroyed by it."

Selene gave him a big kiss, pressing her breasts against him. "You're so wise, Master! I feel so honored to be able to pleasure you," she said. That made Masharaf feel really good.

She snuggled up tighter against him. "So tell me, Master, what non-believers are you going to punish tomorrow?"

"Probably not too many tomorrow. We have to supervise the loading of the tax monies onto the cart in the Hall of Zabars, for shipment to the Palace."

"That sounds dangerous! What if the cart is robbed?"

Masharaf laughed. "It is one of hundreds of carts going around the city. No one will even know what it contains."

Selene kissed him again. "You are so brilliant, my love!"

********

Brother Khalid was sitting on the Throne, fondling a teenage girl, when he got the news.

"What?" he exclaimed, nearly dumping the girl off his lap.

"The cart containing our tax receipts from the northern district was robbed," said Ahmed, hating to be the bearer of bad news. "The two drivers were killed. All the money is gone."

"How much did we lose?"

"At least ten thousand dinars."

Khalid ground his teeth. "Did anyone see anything?"

"No one has come forward as witnesses."

"Of course they didn't," said Khalid. "It was one in a thousand carts. How did they know to pick this one?"

"I do not know, Emir. The knowledge of it was closely held by a few, who have my total trust," said Ahmed.

"Perhaps that trust is not well earned," said Khalid. He fondled the girls' breast absentmindedly with one hand, while stroking his black goatee with the other. "Behead ten of them."

"Ten of who, Emir?"

"Ten people in the vicinity of the robbed cart."

"Which ten?"

"What does it matter? Any ten! It will teach a lesson for those who would steal from the Great God of Blood."

"It will be done, Emir."

Ailborne, who was standing in the audience, looked aghast. "Emir! Are you really going to murder ten innocent people?"

Khalid glared at him. "The first thing you need to learn about the slaves of Laquinta is that no one is innocent. No one."

********

It took longer for Benecia to internalize her training than it did her mother Acacia. After a few short days of whipping and sleep deprivation, Acacia had been broken and accepted her life as a love slave of Laquinta. Once her training was complete, she began to quickly internalize her conditioning--not only did she obey, but she actually grew to enjoy obeying and accepting her role as a sex slave.

Benecia did not come along quite so easily. When she graduated from training, she was compliant, but she didn't accept the role as easily as his mother was.

Which was a dangerous state of mind. They were both concubines of the Emir, Brother Khalid, and he was not at all tolerant of disobedience.

Benecia still remembered the first time she had seen the Emir, thrusting between Mother's legs, taking her sexually, his big belly pressing down on her, her large breasts sandwiched and runny against his hairy chest and jiggling back and forth as the Emir took her. What had enraged Benecia the most was not the violation of her mother, but the fact that Mother seemed to enjoy it so, the way she grabbed the Emir and held him tight, the way she moaned with pleasure as he thrust in her, the way she smiled and was so thrilled when he climaxed inside of her, looking so very proud of herself that she had enabled Father's killer to come within her.

Acacia saw this recalcitrant attitude as dangerous and tried to talk some sense into Benecia when they had some private time in Khalid's spacious Palace apartment.

"He forced us to dance while he killed Father! How can you let him fuck you like that? He's a pig, mother!"

Acacia slapped Benecia on the face. "You are never to address the Emir in that way!"

"Mother!"

"We are slaves of Laquinta! Our sole purpose in life is to give our bodies to the Emir."

And give their bodies they had. In fact, Khalid had been so proud of the mother-daughter pair of slaves that he showed them off at parties, and invited his guests to use them. At more than one late night gala Benecia found herself lying on her back next to her mother, while different men thrust away between their legs.

"Mother! I understand we have to obey. But I will never love Laquinta like you do!" said Benecia.

"Our bodies were made to serve Laquinta," Acacia repeated, eyeing Benecia's nude body as she touched her arm. "The sooner you learn that, daughter, the better."

Trouble came sooner rather than later. That night, the Emir was making love to Benecia. Khalid was on top. Benecia dutifully cooperated, spreading her legs and kissing the Emir while he thrusted into her.

Khalid had a huge belly. Acacia watched placidly while Khalid's belly rolled between them, like a large bean bag, as he made love to Benecia. To an outsider, it looked as if Benecia was almost being crushed by a large beach ball, or being mounted by a hippopotamus. Khalid's ass cheeks were huge--each one was the size of both of Benecia's. His thighs were the size of two men's. Only his organ was rather small. Not that Acacia would dare to say anything about that. To the contrary, she always praised Khalid for its size and strength.

Acacia had been briefly jealous when she noticed that Khalid started to use Benecia more than her. But then it made sense; Benecia was younger, with firmer flesh. And then jealousy quickly replaced with pride. As Acacia watched the Emir thrust into her daughter, she was excited for her, excited that her daughter was servicing the most powerful man in the land, the most devout follower of Laqunita Every thrust of the Emir into her helpless daughter was a divine tribute to the Great God of Blood. Every moan was like a sermon. And every time the Emir climaxed, it was like receiving a heavenly reward.

Though perhaps Benecia didn't think so. She complied, as she always did, but she didn't smile and thank the Emir as Acacia did.

And then Khalid moaned, and groaned, and yelled out, "Conquest!" at the top of his lungs. His head arched up, his buttocks tightened, and his body suddenly became still, and Acacia knew that at that moment he was filling his daughter with all his Ramadan goodness. She smiled, knowing that they had again served the masters.

Afterwards, Khalid lay back lazily and watched as Benecia got up and Acacia wiped her off lovingly with a towel.

Perhaps he noticed that, because after he finished, and rolled off of her, and leered at the sight of the nude mother attending to her sweaty daughter.

"You two... do it," he said.

"What?" said Benecia.

"Yes, Emir," said Acacia automatically. Acacia put the towel down and stood close to Benecia. "Kiss me, dear."

"What, Mother?"

Acacia pressed her lips against Benecia. She tried to protest but Acacia's grinding lips silenced her. Acacia held Benecia firmly by the waist and started to rub her naked body against her daughter's. Their breasts, Acacia's much larger ones and Benecia's smaller perky ones, started to caress each other. Acacia's nipples got hard, and, to her embarrasment, so did Benecia's.

Acacia, still kissing Benecia, snaked a hand between her daughter's legs. Benecia gasped as she felt herself being penetrated.

"No, Mother," she managed to say.

Acacia started rubbing her clitoris.

Benecia moaned but pulled away. "No, Mother! This isn't right. I won't do it!"

"You... won't do it?" said Khalid incredulously. His eyes flared. Still naked, he stood up and reached for his black whip. "Assume the position!"

"No Emir," said Acacia, putting her body between her and Khalid. "Let me get her retrained."

Khalid held the whip in the air.

"Please," Acacia pleaded, more with her eyes.

Khalid reluctantly nodded, lowering the whip. "Retrain her then. But if she does not come back showing perfect obedience, I will flay her alive."

"Yes, Emir. Thank you!"

Acacia led Benecia out of their apartment, taking her firmly by the hand.

"Mother, where are you taking me?" Benecia asked.

"Just for a little treatment, dear."

Acacia took Benecia to the prison complex in the basement. Thank Laquinta that Naomi was there!

"Dear," said Acacia, giving her a hug. The two nude women enjoyed the tender embrace. Acacia smiled and pulled back. "I need your help. Benecia needs some refresher training. Can you drop her in a Phase 3 class?"

Naomi shook her head. "I can't just start her in Phase 3. She would have to be broken down first in Phase 1."

"Mother, what do you mean to do to me?" Benecia asked.

Acacia took a deep breath and looked at her daughter. "It has to be done. The Emir orders it. Can you be gentle with her, as gentle as you can?"

"Of course, dear," said Naomi. "I'll whip her myself."

Acacia hugged her friend again. "Thank you dear. I can't tell you how much that means to me." Naomi would never really hurt Benecia, like some of the other trainers would.

"Mother, what's going on?" Benecia asked.

"Come here dear, I want to show you something," said Acacia. She took Benecia by the hand and pulled her into a cell. Then she took cuffs and slid her wrists into them.

"Mother? What're you doing?"

The chains clicked shut.

"You're just going to get some therapy, dear," said Acacia. She kissed Benecia on the cheek. "Always remember I love you, dear."

"Mother!" cried Benecia, as Acacia quickly left the cell. She didn't want to be there to watch. As she reached the first steps leading upstairs, she heard the first crack of the whip.

*********

The next two days were a blur for Benecia. She was whipped, made to service men, and whipped again, for reasons that were unclear to her. She was not allowed to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time. By the middle of day two she was confused, unable to think clearly. At times she was not even clear if she was awake or asleep, or if she was dreaming, for dreams seemed nightmares, and reality seemed to be the same.

During the brief periods when Benecia was chained to a wall and allowed to rest, she did sleep. She dreamed about the first time she saw Mother having sex with the Emir with Mother on top. She remembered Mother bouncing up and down on the Emir's penis. Benecia was shocked; this was the man who had murdered her father!

"Mother, why are you doing this?"

And then Mother had given her an unearthly smile, and said, "It's what I was made for, dear. What we were made for." And she continued to ride the Emir, looking extremely smug and content as her breasts jiggled in every possible direction.

And then Benecia dreamed of the time when she and Mother had been dancing nude at Father's execution. She had seen the headman's axe come down, had cried out as Father's head came bouncing off, but Mother had implored her to keep dancing. And then Khalid had taken some of Father's blood in his hand, and rubbed it on Mother's breasts.

Mother had kept dancing, even then, but it seemed to Benecia that the blood was absorbed into her body. And then Mother's skin started to change. It became red, a bright red color, the color of blood, from head to toe. And her breasts, which were saggy, suddenly grew taut and stood straight ahead, and became hard like a rock. And then Mother started to dance differently, more assertively, more aggressively, and faster, so fast that her feet and arms were a blur.

Benecia stared at her mother, her body bright red and hard, dancing away madly, and then Mother, with her red face, turned to her and smiled.

And then the scene changed, and now Benecia's eyes were closed, and she could feel the Emir making love to her. But something was different now. The Emir had quite a small penis, but now his penis felt big, really big, stretching her insides in a way she had never been stretched before.

Benecia moaned, and opened her eyes. She was treated to a shock. It was not the Emir who was on top of her.

It was Mother.

Her skin was no longer red, but her eyes were glowing, hot, white orbs, that seemed to almost burn into her wherever they stared. Mother rubbed her breasts against Benecia, but between her legs... between her legs...

Benecia watched as it plunged in and out of her. It seemed coiled, and scaly, like a snake. And when the head pulled out, Benecia saw it had eyes! And it hissed at her.

"No, Mother!" Benecia cried.

Mother, with her glowing eyes, smiled eerily at her. "You must learn to love it, dear." She said, thrusting into her again.

Benecia felt the creature inside of her, rigid and yet wriggling with its own movements within her. Mother pulled out again, and then put it into her again.

Benecia should have been horrified, but instead of terror, she started to feel arousal. Each time Mother thrust the snake-like creature into her, she became more and more sexually excited.

"You must give yourself over to it, dear," said Mother, on a downthrust.

Benecia gasped.

"You must give yourself to Laquinta," said Mother, on the next downthrust. "Look at me, Benecia!"

Benecia tried not to.

"Look at me!" Mother commanded.

Benecia opened her eyes. She stared into Mother's bright, white orbs. She found herself hypnotized by Mother's gaze. She felt paralyzed, unable to move, as Mother thrust into her again and again and again.

Benecia felt the snake creature thrusting within her. She felt it wiggling around her, its head twisting this way and that, stimulating her even further. She gasped as Mother pulled it all the way out, and then put it all the way back into her.

"Give yourself to Laquinta," said Mother, putting it all the way in her. Benecia felt the sexual tension within her becoming so sharp it was almost pain.

"It's what you were made for," said Mother relentlessly, slowly pulling it all the way out of her. Benecia felt herself rapidly approaching orgasm.

And then Benecia was wrapping her arms and legs around Mother, as Mother continued to plunge into her.

"Yes, Mother, yes," Benecia moaned, almost pleading. She needed it now, desperately.

"Who do you love?" Mother asked, plunging it into her again, slowly.

"Faster, Mother, please, faster!"

"Who do you love?" she demanded again.

"Laquinta," Benecia said, staring into those white orbs. "I love Laquinta!"

Mother frictioned faster and faster, and Benecia had an incredible orgasm, and then, and then....

... and then she was lying on the floor of her cell, gasping in orgasm. And it was not Laquinta between her legs, but Mother's hand, rubbing in and out of her, gently soothing her down from her peak.

"Mother, oh, Mother!" Benecia cried reaching up to hug her.

"Yes, my dear baby," said Acacia, grasping her tightly.

"I love Laquinta, Mother. I need him!" said Benecia, tears in her eyes.

"We all do, dear. We all do," said Acacia, With her eyes she looked at Naomi, standing in the background with a black whip, and thanked her.

********

Benecia was a changed woman. When she returned to their quarters, she immediately got on her hands and knees, and begged the Emir for forgiveness. Khalid smiled broadly and took her in his arms.

Within moments he was lying on his back and Benecia was riding up and down him, moaning enthusiastically. Even as Khalid slapped her face several times, to help him get hard, Benecia was thanking him, actually thanking him after each slap, begging him to be allowed to continued to serve.

And when the Emir's balls finally tightened and he exploded into her, he caressed her face, almost gently afterwards, and turned to Acacia, who had been watching nervously, and gave a nodding smile, the kind Acacia had almost never seen on the Emir's face.

Acacia breathed a sigh of relief. Her little girl had finally found her proper role in life.

And then when the Emir whispered something in Benecia's ear, she got up and went over to her mother. She stared Acacia in the eyes for a moment, not as a daughter, but as a woman, a woman of Laquinta. Then Benecia gave her an extremely passionate kiss.

Acacia instantly responded, wrapping her hands around her daughter.

They made love, right then and there, in front of the Emir. He watched as they kissed each other intently, their tongues dueling in Acacia's mouth. He saw the way they rubbed their breasts and pubic bones against each other furiously, raising the sexual heat between them. And then finally the daughter put her fingers in her mother, and the mother put her fingers in her daughter, and they brought each other off, slowly, intently, with passion, with synchronization, and they both climaxed at the same time, staring each other right in the eyes, as mother and daughter moaned, and groaned, and orgasmed as one.

********

"Don't do it," said Amadeus.

"Please, please, don't do it," said Selene

They were in a basement, talking with people about to organize a demonstration against the self-styled Emir of Heraklion.

"They are whipping and killing our people," said one of the organizers, a white haired man named Americus. "We must do something!"

"But not a singalong!" said Amadeus. "Do you remember what happened to the candlelight vigil outside the Palace? The Stranglers slaughtered the men, and enslaved the women!"

"A singalong is much more powerful than a candlelight vigil," said Americus. "Songs have power. We will have much greater moral authority. They dare not touch us." Others around him nodded their agreement.

"No, you're wrong, they're just going to kill you, and anyone else who is foolish enough to follow you!" said Amadeus.

"And what of you, young Amadeus?" said Americus. "You risk your life daily on our behalf."

"But not recklessly, and with the intent of achieving the possible. The only thing you're going to achieve are your own deaths."

"Fear not," said Americus, putting a hand on Amadeus's shoulder. "The power of righteous song is strong. They will not be able to harm us."

********

"Love... peace.... community..." they sang.

"Friendship, love, and joy..." they sang.

In the Palace, Brother Khalid, who was trying to enjoy a performance of three nude dancers, made a face. "What is that caterwauling outside?"

Someone went and quickly looked. "It is people, singing songs," said a guard.

"Songs of what?"

"I am not sure, Emir. They speak of love and friendship."

Khalid frowned. He turned to Ahmed. "Show them the love and friendship of Laquinta."

"Peace and joy and friendship for all, peace and joy and friendship for all," they chanted, even as they saw Ahmed and his Stranglers approach. All they did was sing louder.

"You cannot harm the messengers of peace and friendship, we bring peace and joy and friendship to all."

Ahmed and his men drew their swords. They started cutting up the singers. Even as people were screaming, some were still singing, but now the singing was punctuated by screams.

"Peace and joy and AAAAAHHH! friendship, peace, AAAAAAHHHH! Harmony NOOOOOOO! HELp me! AAAAAAHHHHH! and friendship!"

Soon the screams of pain started to override the singing, and soon after that even the screams of pain ended, and all was silenced.

Ahmed, staring at the bloody pile of bodies, looked at Masharaf crossly. "You did not save any of the women."

"They were all old and gross looking, Master."

Ahmed's attitude changed. "Oh, all right, then."

********

Naomi thought she lived an ideal life with Chaka. She woke him the first thing in the morning, bathed him and dressed him for work, and always had his breakfast ready. During the day when she wasn't working for the Slutmaster, she cooked and cleaned their apartment in the Palace. When he got home from work she was kneeling at the door, totally nude, her head bowed to the ground, and when he acknowledged her, she rose up and gave him a great big kiss and hug. Then she prepared dinner for him and asked him about his day. And above all she always smiled at him.

Then, in the evening, she pleasured him, if he commanded it, or sometimes even when he didn't. Chaka rarely smiled at her, and wasn't a big talker, but she got the sense that he enjoyed her presence.

Therefore it was something of a body blow when Chaka brought Suki home.

Suki was an 18 year old blonde girl who Chaka had met... somewhere? The details were not clear. She had charmed him, or maybe he had charmed her, and anyway, one thing led to another, and Chaka had selected her to be his concubine.

"But Master, I thought I was your concubine," Naomi whined. There was a time when she virulently hated being called a concubine, but over time she had grown to love being Chaka's concubine.

"You are my concubine, my sweet," said Chaka, and Naomi flushed as he rubbed between her legs with his rough fingers.

Naomi ground her body against his, like a cat. "Then why does Master need her?"

"I am becoming an important man, Naomi," said Chaka. It gave her such a thrill when he said her name. Usually he just called her "woman". "And important men have more than one woman. And besides, there is the matter of variety."

"I do not please you, Master?" Naomi asked.

"Of course you do. But every man of means wants to have both chocolate and vanilla in his pantry," said Chaka. Naomi was brunette. The girl was blonde.

Naomi looked at the new girl. Suki looked blankly back at her. Had she already been conditioned? Or was she willing and eager? Suki didn't look like she had been whipped. Could it be that she had been attracted to Chaka because he was now a powerful man, the Emir of the East Heraklion?

It didn't matter. Naomi felt jealous. She pouted.

"Do not assume that expression!" And suddenly Chaka was stern. "You will train her!"

"Train her, Master?" This was only getting worse and worse

"On me. Starting now!"

Chaka sat back in his easy chair, and lowered his pants.

Naomi sighed and crawled to him on her hands and needs. "New girl! Pay attention!" Suki crawled over to where she was kneeling, as Naomi took Chaka's penis in her mouth, and thus began Suki's very first lesson in pleasuring her new Master.

********

Khalid quickly realized that if the reeducation of the public was to be lasting, it had to start in the schools. So he set to work cleaning up the educational system. First of all, schools were resegregated by sex. There would be no more boys and girls in the same classroom together, thinking impure thoughts!

Secondly, the curriculum for boys and girls would be different. Very different.

A program was started to train teachers in the new curriculum. In the beginning, Khalid and Ahmed taught the very first classes.

********

Khalid stood in a classroom full of teenage girls. Really, they should all be nude and on their knees, begging to pleasure him. But these were only 14 and 15 year olds, and the society of Heraklion wasn't ready for such radical changes. Yet.

But he could see already that some of them would grow up to be big beauties. He thought fondly of them as plants he would put in his garden, plants he would water until they blossomed and matured into full adulthood.

"Laquinta created women out of the ass bone of a man. It is a known fact," said Khalid. He felt like he was back at the University of Al Sa-Naa, being a respected lecturer once again. How he had come full circle!

"In the beginning, Laquinta populated the world with his most devout followers. But they were all men. Soon problems started to arise. Laquinta gave men each a sexual organ, but no place to put it in. The men tried to put them into holes in the ground. Some even tried to put them in each others's asses. After Laquinta had beheaded infidels who defiled themselves in this way, he realized more was needed. So he removed the ass bone from a man, and created the world's first woman, whose purpose was to service the men."

"But men warred among themselves for access to this single woman. Even working 24 hours a day, the lone woman was not able to service more than 40 or 50 men, even using all three holes at the same time. So Laquinta once again flexed his mighty hands, and created a whole race of inferior subspecies. He called them women. This is how you were created. Your purpose in life is to serve men. You are constructed first and foremost to satisfy their sexual needs. It is no accident that your tunnel of love is only slightly larger than our sexual organs. This proves more than anything else what you were made for."

"But Laquinta made you for other purposes as well. To bear the next generation of men, and, now and then, women too, I suppose. Laquinta also created you to cook, and to clean, and above all, to be subservient to man. You were made so that even the lowliest man would have a servant to rule over. You were created to make men feel superior."

"It is a very honorable role, in whose obedient service you will please Laquinta greatly. And in return, your men will take care of you. They will provide for you, and guide you with a gentle hand when you stray, and show you the path to righteousness. And occasionally, they will beat or whip you, but it will always be out of love and concern for your ultimate welfare."

"This is why from now on your education will be different from men. You will be taught how to cook and how to clean. You will be taught how to obey men, how to show the proper subservience, how to bow and how to behave, and how to please men with your mouth, with your hands, and the holy crawl space between your legs."

********

At the same time, Ahmed was giving a lecture to teenage boys, in a different classroom.

"Men were created with two basic needs: to fight, and to have sex. They were clearly made stronger than women so they could overpower them and use them for sex. But there never seemed to be enough women to go around. That's where the ability to fight comes in. Laquinta gave men the ability to make war, so they could eliminate non-believers and take their women. "

"That's why we are starting to form an Army of Blood. Once you reach the age of 16 we encourage you to join. This army, when it gets large enough, will be used to crush non-believers and take their women as slaves. Any man who joins this army will undoubtedly have three or four women within a year."

Someone raised their hand. "So we are going to wage war on the other cities and take their women?"

"That is exactly right, though you didn't hear it from me," said Ahmed. "Soon everyone living will be worshippers of Laquinta. With so many dead non-believers, men will be able to have four or five or even more women. If we do keep their men alive, it will only to be to use them as labor slaves. Whether they are killed or enslaved, either way, we will take their women."

This was Brother Khalid's eventual plan. Once Heraklion was fully converted, a giant Army of Blood would conquer the other cities, and then Laquinta, through Brother Khalid, would rule the entire planet. Anyone who got in the way would be liquidated. The way forward would be paved with blood.

Ahmed was happy when he returned to the Palace. His lecture was so riveting that a number of boys had volunteered on the spot to sign up for the Army of Blood. It was all coming together, exactly as Brother Khalid said it would.

********

That evening Ahmed took his concubine Leila in the way that pleased him best. In the beginning he had sensed that Leila was obeying him out of fear. But after weeks and weeks of being forced to obey Ahmed, to kneel naked in front of him, to cook and clean in front of him, to pleasure him sexually in every way, to beg to satisfy the needs of his body, had taken its toll on Leila. Her need to obey, her need to constantly show eagerness and pleasure in serving, had become internalized. Her mind had become as smooth as a polished stone.

Leila wanted to obey now.

Leila needed to obey now.

Ahmed could sense the difference.

"Master, it is so good to see you," she said, kissing him and jumping into his arms, after she had performed the required kneeling. He kissed her back. She tasted good. She looked into his eyes. "I wish to serve you in every way. What can I do? Command me to make love to you! I beg it!"

Ahmed, generous to a fault, granted her wish. He was so eager tonight that they skipped the foreplay. Leila obediently lay on her back and spread her legs. Ahmed discarded his clothes in a heap and swiftly mounted her. As he thrust into her, he saw the love in her eyes. He had taken her, conquered her. The thought excited him and only made him harder within her. As he thrust into her violently, he knew Leila would only be the first of many. When they had conquered the other cities, Ahmed would have a harem. And Leila would be so obedient that she would manage his harem for him, when he became a great Emir. And then she would bear him many children, boys who would become mighty Emirs in their own right, and girls who would learn the joy of serving the Masters of Laquinta.

The thought of impregnating Leila with the next generation of followers made Ahmed climax strongly inside of her, spurting his essence within her. Leila groaned loudly as she enjoyed the sensation. But Ahmed pulled out before she could climax. Leila was disappointed, but she knew better than to complain. Only the Master's pleasure mattered. If she incidentally got some pleasure along the way, well, that was simply a bonus permitted by Laquinta. Leila actually orgasmed only about a third of the time when she served the Master in this way. The rest of the time she pleasured herself in private when Master was not home. She was delighted to be permitted to pleasure herself. It was all part of Laquinta's plan for her, Naomi had assured her.