Prologue

The room was dark and airy in contrast to the burning brightness outside. The thick stone wall kept out the worst of the heat creating an oasis of coolness. At one end of the room was a pile of cushions on which a woman dressed in a long flowing robe now reclined. She was in her mid to late thirties, with strong and handsome rather than pretty face. She had arched eyebrows and a high bridge to her straight nose. Her full lips turned down slightly at the edges adding to the stern look of her face. Even under the material of the gown it was possible to discern a full, curvaceous body with large breasts. Her skin was a light brown colour and her long black hair was pulled back and held with a pin. Beside her was a small table with a cup of tea which was kept full by a black slave girl. The woman was Nasira, sister of the sultan and a woman to be feared in his household.

There was two other men in the room, palace guards who stood either side of the entrance. Nasira sipped her tea as she waited, contemplating the rumours that she had heard. They concerned the newest wife of her brother who was, according to the palace gossip, having an affair. Nasira cared little for the private lives of her brother's wives but if the affair became known no one would respect him. How could a man expect deference from other men if he could not even control his own women? As a ruler his authority must be unquestioned. Her position and privilege was tied to his, she would do what ever was required to ensure that it was maintained.

There was a knock on the door and one of the guards pulled it open to see who was there. With a nod he stepped aside and allowed a large black man to enter. The heavily muscled man stood at least six foot tall. He wore only a loincloth and a sword and dagger in his belt. Behind him was a smaller person wrapped in a cloak and veiled so no part of them was visible. When the door was closed the man pulled the clothes off the person revealing a naked white girl with her arms bound behind her back. She appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties with thick wavy blonde hair which fell loosely around her heart shaped face, rich sensuous lips and a petite nose. Her body was slender yet womanly with flaring hips and perky firm breasts.

The girl immediately fell to her knees in front of Nasira bending low to put her forehead on the ground. Nasira slid a bare foot out from under her gown and the girl obediently pressed her lips to the toes before sitting back on her hips with her legs apart. She held her shoulders back so that her breasts stood out while lowering her gaze to floor, waiting in silence for her orders.

"Look at me," commanded Nasira.

Reluctantly the girl looked up to meet Nasira's eyes. Her lips quivered a little in fear. Nasira silently inspected the girl. She was quite pretty for an infidel she thought. Nasira's frank inspection of her naked body obviously disturbed Catherine, who blushing dropped her gaze to the floor.

"So, tell me slave, what has your mistress been up to that I would be interested in?"

"She has a lover. They exchange notes which she keeps in her room. She goes to meet him every few days." she said in a low voice.

"Who is her lover?"

"I don't know. They use a name for him, Salah, but I am sure it is not his real name."

"Who is they?"

"My mistress and her companion, Jamila."

"When will she meet him next? Where does she keep the letters?"

"I don't know."

"It seems that you know very little. Perhaps if we took you to the dungeon and let Farad question you, you would be able to remember more."

Catherine shook in visible terror. "No Mistress. I promise. I am telling the truth. She only tells Jamila. I am not allowed in the room when they hide the letters. Please Mistress. I don't know anything else."

Nasira paused for a while as she considered whether the girl was telling the truth. "I hear that Kalila also has a taste for girls. Does she sleep with Jamila?"

"Yes, Mistress. Sometimes they will sleep together. I am only a slave so they do not care that I see."

"And you? Has she taken you to her bed?"

Catherine blushed and hung her head so that her hair covered her face.

"Answer me, slave!" commanded Nasira impatiently.

"Yes, Mistress" Catherine admitted.

"And did you enjoy it?"

Utterly humiliated but too frightened to lie Catherine nodded her head. "Yes, Mistress."

"You are a useless whore, like all infidel bitches." Nasira said with contempt.

Catherine put her head down and pressed her lips to Nasira's foot again in an attempt to appease the older woman. Nasira coolly regarded the grovelling Christian dog while she enjoyed her warm wet lips on her feet. When this was over the little slut might have her uses, she thought.

"Babu, return her."

The large black man pulled Catherine to her feet, wrapped the cloak around her again and let her out of the door. Nasira waved her hand at a corner of the room and a short, squat man hobbled towards her. He stood barely four and a half feet with a hunched back. As he approached out of the dark his hideous visage became visible. His lips and nose were bulbous and his skin was disfigured by warts and open, weeping sores.

"Mistress?" he said, bowing

"So Farad, was she telling the truth?"

"Yes, or what she believes is the truth."

"Hm. But I need proof. Go to the dungeon and prepare. I will have a guest for you soon."

"The infidel slut?" asked Farad eagerly. "I have not worked on one such as her for a while."

"As you said she was telling the truth and does not know more. It will be someone else."

"Very well Mistress." he said disappointedly. "Perhaps when you have no further use for her..."

"I always appreciate the passion you have for your work. I will keep it in mind but for the moment I have other plans for her."

The man gave another little bow and exited through a small entrance in the back of the room.

Chapter 1 : Interrogation of Jamila

Farad and two of his assistants were completing the last of the preparations in the torture chamber when Nasira, Babu and a slave girl arrived. The room was dim, lit only by a few torches and the atmosphere thick and heavy. It had a number of heavy wooden trestles and chairs for securing victims to as well as braziers, now glowing with coals, which Farad was attending. The heavy door to the chamber was pushed open and two men, dressed in the uniform of the palace guard came in dragging a woman between them. The woman was quite short, about five feet and dressed in a long gown. She was Jamila, Kalila's companion. Her outlook and skin colour was that of a negro but she was said to be the offspring of the sultan and one of his black slaves and so, although not a free person, she was not treated as a slave either. A few years younger than Kalila she had become her companion and servant. On seeing the contents of the chamber and the people who were waiting for her Jamila let out a horrified scream.

"What am I doing here! Release me at once!" she cried but her voice carried little conviction. Nasira's reputation preceded her and she was much feared through out the palace.

"Strip her" ordered Nasira. Time was of the essence. She had to get the location of the evidence from Jamila before her absence was noticed and Kalila grew suspicious and moved it. Although Jamila was not that important, having her arrested without cause would not be good. The sultan had little time for what he saw as petty intrigue amongst his wives and concubines.

The guards held Jamila's arms while Babu drew his dagger and approached her. He slide the dagger down the front of her gown and cut it open down to the hem in a single swipe. A few other cuts and he pulled the rags from her body leaving her wearing only a simple loin cloth. That too, was soon cut from her. Naked, it was difficult to see any of the sultan in her. Her face, framed with thick, straight black hair had a wide nose with a flat bridge and thick sensuous lips. Her skin was dark brown and her round young breasts were firm and tipped with small protruding nipples. She was of slender build and the shadows of her rib cage were visible on her flanks. Between her thighs was a small triangle of tightly curled black hair. The naked girl's limbs shook and she started to sob in terror as panic gripped her.

"Farad, I need the information quickly. Once we have it and it implicates Kalila you make keep the kaffir slut and enjoy her as you choose."

"Thank you, mistress." he said "She is not brave, breaking her will be easy. You will soon have what you need."

Nasira went over to where Jamila had been prepared. She lay face down on a wooden trestle with her arms pulled beyond her head and locked in cuffs and her ankles tightly bound, about a foot apart.

"Jamila, I don't want to hurt you but you have to help me. I know that your mistress Kalila is sleeping with a lover. If this came out it would be very embarrassing for the Sultan. You must understand that I cannot allow it. I am afraid that Farad will hurt you very much. You know that he is so loyal to the Sultan and is very offended."

Jamila stared at her, her eyes wide and white in her dark face, her lips quivered in terror.

"Please Mistress, I know nothing of what you speak. Mistress Kalila is faithful to her husband." she whimpered.

This is the way she normally worked with Farad. She would seem friendly, trying to help the victim and restrain Farad while he would wait in the wings ready and eager to apply the torture. "Your Mistress, Kalila exchanges notes with a secret lover. Where does Kalila hide these notes? Who is the lover? Tell me this and I will restrain Farad if you do not tell me I am afraid that I will have no choice...." her voice trailed off at the hopelessness of the situation

Nasira saw Jamila's eyes widen in shock at the question. She did know. The Christian slut had been telling the truth. Babu meanwhile had brought a chair into the dungeon that he set up so that she could sit comfortably to observe the proceedings. Seeing that Jamila would not speak Nasira went to sit in the chair.

One of Farad's assistants placed himself on the side of the bound girl. His upper body was bare and sweat shone on his heavily muscled skin. He obviously enjoyed his work and was smiling in anticipation as he prepared himself. He held a wide leather strap in his hand which he swung gently back and forth.

Farad put his face close to where Jamila's lay pressed against the top of the trestle, leering at her. "Do you want to tell me who is Kalila's lover?" As he said this he ran his hand over her bottom, squeezing the soft flesh.

Jamila squirmed at his lewd touch. "I don't know what you are talking about." she pleaded "Mistress Kalila is loyal to the sultan. She has no lover. You must release me at ..."

Her sentence was interrupted as the leather strap landed with a loud slap across her buttocks and her words became a hoarse scream of pain. The assistant pulled the strap back so that it hung behind him then, using his whole body in a single fluid motion, brought it down across the buttocks of the helplessly restrained girl. Farad let the assistant continue to strike the girl another twenty times. The blows came in a regular rhythm which gave Jamila no time to even catch her breath between strikes and certainly not enough time to answer the questions.

Farad indicated for the assistant to pause and lifted Jamila's tear stained face a little off the trestle. "Where are the letters, whore?" he demanded.

"Please." begged Jamila. "I don't know. Please"

Farad indicated that the beating should resume. Jamila struggled, desperately in her bonds, her slender muscles standing out under her shiny skin as she pulled with all her strength. Nasira found watching the black girl's helpless struggles very erotic. She could feel the dampness of arousal between her legs but schooled herself to show nothing.

Nasira waved at her slave girl, who came immediately and fell on her knees before her. Her eyes were wide with fear, very white in her black face and she trembled visibly every time Jamila screamed. "Bring me some tea." ordered Nasira. The girl bowed down in acknowledgement then departed the chamber. She did not speak as she had no tongue. Nasira had had Farad cut it out when she had first acquired the slave. Slaves who could not talk could not tell secrets to people. As she waited for her tea Jamila's whipping continued. There was no sound in the chamber except the rhythmic swish of leather followed by the sharp slap as it landed on the girl's bottom and then her hoarse scream of pain. Once in a while Farad would order the beating to stop while he went to question the girl but she still refused to answer.

On the fourth or fifth time Nasira went over to Jamila and gently brushed her hair from her sweat soaked face.

"Wait Farad. I will talk to her. " she said as she held up her hand as though to physically protect Jamila. "There is no reason for you to suffer like this. You have done nothing wrong. It is Kalila who has put you in this situation. I won't harm her. I have known you since you were a baby, I cannot tell you how much it pains me so see you treated in this way. Please let me help you, I beg you. I just need to make sure that Kalila shows the sultan the respect he deserves. You can see that."

"I don't know anything." sobbed Jamila "Please Mistress Nasira help me."

"I can only help you if you tell me where the letters are. I hate to see you suffer but I must uphold my brother's trust in me. Please don't make me watch Farad hurt you any more."

Seeing that she would not answer, with seeming reluctance, Nasira returned to her chair. The beating did not continue as Farad decided that another part of her body should receive the punishment. The assistants released her from the trestle and pulled her onto the floor, where they lay her on her back on a rough straw mattress. Her arms were pulled over her head and tied to a ring in the floor, while her ankles were tied together to a solid wooden bar which stood between to uprights at about waist height, so her upper body lay along the floor and her legs angled up to the bar. The preparations were done slowly and methodically, drawing out the anticipation and reinforcing her feelings of powerlessness. Jamila begged as the bonds were applied, weeping and protesting her innocence but to no avail.

When all was ready one of the assistants took a slender wooden rod in his hands and placed himself where the soles of Jamila's feet were presented. He took practice swing, just letting the wood touch Jamila's feet then shuffling a bit before repeating the action.

Jamila continued to plead in ever growing desperation. Bastinado was a common punishment for slaves and criminals and she had undoubtedly witnessed its use, and effect on its victims, before.

The assistant struck Jamila with the rod with full force bringing it down across the middle of the sole of both her feet. She screamed and jerked lifting her hips off the floor and twisting in her attempts to escape the pain. The soles of the feet have many nerve endings and small bones which cause the victim much pain but leave very little mark, making them an excellent target for beating. As Jamila jerked and writhed, lifting her hips before letting them drop heavily again, the reason for the mattress became clear. It would not do for the victim to damage themselves on the rough stone floor with their struggles. Such damage should only be done by the torturer under his control. Nasira sipped her tea, trying to look nonchalant but in fact was getting more and more aroused. Previously, stretched on the trestle Jamila's movements had been limited, now she could move more freely and better display the level of her agony for the benefit of the observers. Jamila's hips moved in an almost lewd way as she arched her back, her firm young breasts bounced on her slender body as it twisted and writhed. Sweat made her black skin shiny and flew in droplets from her writhing body. Her screams, no longer muffled by her arms were louder, filling the chamber with her anguish.

"Enough Farad." called Nasira, "slave, bring me some water."

Nasira went over and knelt by Jamila's head. Lifting it gently in her arms she took the bowl of water that her slave had brought and poured some into Jamila's parched mouth, who gulped the liquid down.

"Tell me where the letters are. Who is Kalila's lover? You have been so brave. There is no reason for you to suffer so much. I will not harm Kalila I just need to make sure she behaves properly."

"Please make him stop" Jamila begged in a hoarse whisper.

"The slut is wasting your time mistress." said Farad. "Let me continue."

"No, Farad, wait. Let me talk to her."

"You won't hurt my mistress? You promise? And you will let me go."

"I promise. No harm will come to Kalila and of course we will stop. You have my word. I do not want to see you suffer."

Nasira got up and went back to her seat while the assistant positioned himself to start beating her again.

"No. Please! I beg you." cried Jamila.

The assistant did a practice swipe, just tapping the soles of her feet then pulled the cane back for a proper strike.

"I will tell you! Please stop! It is Prince Khaled! Please."

"And where are the letters?" asked Farad.

"In a secret place under the floor by the window. The stone is loose and can be moved."

Nasira got up. "Babu, come with me. Farad take her to a cell."

Chapter 2 : Arrest

A quick search of Kalila's chambers while she was away had found the letters, exactly where Jamila had described. With the letters as evidence Kalila was no longer going to be a problem, but Prince Khaled was another matter. As a Prince and the nephew of the sultan he would be a difficult person to accuse. Better to reach some arrangement with him.

With this in mind Nasira headed off to his chambers. Nasira and Babu backed by two of the palace security guards arrived at Prince Khaled's chamber and brushed past his guards, who immediately backed off when they saw Nasira leading the party. On entering the outer chamber Nasira heard rhythmic grunting coming from the bed chamber. She entered to find the prince making use of one of his black slave girls. She lay face down on the cushions, her legs spread wide apart as the prince entered her from behind.

Hearing Nasira enter he angrily turned around. "What is the meaning of this intrusion!" he demanded. Then saw who it was. "My lady Nasira, what brings you to my chambers?" he asked as he pulled himself from the slave and quickly grabbed a robe to wrap around himself.

Nasira indicated that the others should leave. "I know about you and Kalila. It is death to anyone who touches one of the sultan's wives." To back up her sentence she waved the letters for the prince to see.

"My uncle is old and has little use for his wives." he said. "It seemed a pity that a beautiful and willing young woman such as Kalila went without comfort."

"Such action is an insult to the sultan and if it became known, who would give him respect?"

Prince Khaled was a solidly built man in his thirties and acted as the head of the sultan's army. Nasira stepped up so that she stood right in front of him. He was a few inches taller than her and did not step back. Their gazes locked. Nasira pulled his robe aside and took his large penis in her hand. It was still semi-erect, heavy and warm in her hand and sticky from the slave girl's juices.

"The punishment for adultery with one of the sultan's wives is to be castrated and hung from the walls until you bleed to death." she stroked his penis gently while she said this. "It would be a pity for such a well endowed tool to suffer that fate." As she played with his penis she felt it thicken and harden in her hand.

"You have some proposal I suppose." he said calmly.

"I will keep your name out of the matter. I just need you to agree. Know one need know who was her real lover."

"And Kalila? What will become of her?"

"She is an adulteress. She will be executed."

If this bothered the prince he did not show it. His penis was now fully erect and throbbing. Nasira curled her fingers around it and stroked her hand up and down its length.

Since torturing Jamila Nasira had not had an opportunity to sate her lust. Feeling Khaled's throbbing penis in her hands and thinking of her plans for Kalila just increased her arousal to an unbearable level.

"It seems I disturbed you in your pleasure. Perhaps I can make amends." she offered.

Prince Khaled said nothing but began to undo the sash at her waist. As soon as it was loose she impatiently pulled the gown over her head and threw it to the side. Underneath the robe Nasira wore only a loin cloth wrapped around her hips. Her large shapely breasts were topped with smooth circular aureoles and small pert nipple, now erect with desire. Her body was firm but curvaceously feminine. As she had pulled the gown over her head it had knocked the hair pin out so her glossy black hair now tumbled loosely around her shoulders. Khaled picked her up and dropped her onto the sleeping pillows. Hastily she pulled the loincloth from her hips and opened her legs to greet him. He slid easily into her wet and welcoming tunnel and she gasped in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him onto her and lifting her hips to drive him as deep as possible. Khaled responded eagerly thrusting his hips down, pinning her to the cushions then driving repeatedly and forcefully into her. Unable to help herself, Nasira let out loud moans of pleasure with each thrust until Khaled clamped his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. She bucked like a wild animal as an intense orgasm ripped through her. A great sense of release and fulfilment washed over her and she slowly relaxed as the tension that had been building for so long left her body.

Panting and sweaty they lay entwined for a few minutes before Khaled pulled himself off her. Nasira sat up, finding her loin cloth from among the pillows and wrapping it around her waist. A few seconds later she was Nasira again the sultan's most trusted advisor, with her gown covering her body.

Nasira entered the dungeon where Kalila was being held. The girl's royal clothes had already been removed and she wore only a simple sleeveless shift that just reached to her hips. Farad was there already eyeing the girl, obviously eager to start her punishment. Kalila sat on a wooden bench with her wrists locked behind her and chained to the wall. As Nasira entered she angrily stood up advancing as far as her bonds would let her.

"What am I doing here? Release me at once! How dare you treat a wife of the Sultan this way? You may be his sister but I will make sure you pay for this!" she shouted in rage.

Kalila was a slight woman in her late teens. She was shorter than Nasira, just over five feet tall with straight dark brown hair now tied back in a bun behind her head. The bridge of her nose was low and her full lips made a straight line in her round face. Nasira slapped her hard across cheek sending the lighter woman stumbling back onto the bench.

"Shut up you whore!" she shouted. "You are the Sultan's wife and you sleep with another man! Is the Sultan not enough for you? Did you think you could insult my brother like this and not pay a price?"

Kalila stared in shock at Nasira as the reason for her arrest became clear.

"I have the evidence. There is nothing for you to say. You have already been sentenced. All is agreed, you will be executed tomorrow."

"No. Let me speak to the Sultan. I will beg his forgiveness. He will forgive me."

"I am sure he would." agreed Nasira with a smirk. "Which is why I have already agreed everything with him. My brother is too kind and soft and I am sure your tearful eyes would melt his heart. But a ruler cannot afford to be made a laughing stock by his own wives."

Kalila burst into tears, sobbing she fell to her knees in front of Nasira. "Please" she begged. "Please. Let me talk to the Sultan. I promise to be a good wife."

"Be quiet, slut. You should use your remaining hours to prepare yourself for tomorrow. I assure you, you will need all your strength. And Farad, I do not want her marked! She must look good for the execution. Do you understand?"

Farad could not hide his disappointment but nodded. Satisfied Nasira left the cell.

When Nasira left the guards had taken the torches as well and the room plunged into darkness. Left alone Kalila sat on the floor hugging her legs and sobbing quietly to herself in misery. How could this have happened? She thought. After a while she fell into a fitful doze only to be woken when the door was pushed open and Farad came in. The man's misshapen, scabrous face looked even more frightening in the light of the flickering torch. Kalila gasped in horror. Farad's prodigious and warped sexual desires were well known in the palace and all, especially women, feared to come under his control. With his appearance and predilections he could find no willing female companions to sate his lusts and so took his pleasure with the unfortunate inmates in his dungeons.

Placing the torch in a holder in the wall Farad grabbed Kalila's ankles and pulled them towards him and apart. With her arms chained to the wall Kalila could do nothing but wriggle uselessly.

"Let go of me." she screamed.

Farad leered at her as he pushed her short shift over her hips and up her body leaving the bottom half of her body naked. Kalila continued to protest but Farad ignored her and climbed between her legs while he pulled his penis out. It was large and like his face disfigured with ugly growths and suppurating sores. Laying his weight on her hips he pinned her down while he placed the head of his penis at the entrance to her vagina.

"No!" she screamed in protest

He groaned as he sunk into her then slide one hand under her shift to maul her breasts. With his other hand he grabbed her hair and twisted her face so that he could kiss her lips. Kalila sobbed struggling to turn away but he held her steady and mashed his lips against hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. Laying his full weight on top of her he pumped his hips vigorously. Kalila could barely breath and had no strength to struggle or scream but just hung on while he pounded into her hoping that he would finish soon. However Farad's reputation was well deserved and he went on for a long time, until Kalila thought she would die from lack of breath. His rhythm grew faster and harder until he was hammering into her like a demon. He wrapped his arms around her upper body and hooked his hands over her shoulders crushing her body against his and pulling her down to meet his thrusting hips. He panted loudly in her ear while drool dripped from his lips and onto her neck. Suddenly he stopped, then with a series of deliberate, powerful thrusts drove himself deep into her while he ejaculated. Finally satisfied he collapsed on top of her for a few minutes before climbing to his knees and sitting on the bench. Kalila lay exhausted on the floor gulping air into her lungs.

She was still lying there when Farad grasped her hair and dragged her head towards his groin and still erect penis.

"I am not finished with you yet. Now you can give me a good blow job."

Kalila felt like vomiting as he pushed her face into his foul smelling groin. His penis was still semi erect and a dribble of semen oozed from the wrinkled foreskin.

"No" she protested, trying to push herself away. "I won't. Nasira said you could not hurt me!"

"Stupid girl" sneered Farad "she said I could not mark you. I can cause you more pain than you could possibly stand and in the morning none would know."

He let go of her hair and grabbed her ankles again, tipping her onto her back. He pinned down her legs, holding them apart with his weight, while he pulled a small vial and a pin from the folds of his robe. He set the vial on the bench and dipped the pin in to it. Feeling inside her vagina he located the end of her urethra, which he grasped between thumb and forefinger.

"No" shrieked Kalila as she realised what he intended to do.

Farad slide the needle into the end fleshy tube and then deep into the sensitive inner wall. Kalila screamed in agony. After the initial pain of the metal being driven into her flesh came an acute burning pain. It hurt more than anything she had ever felt. Laughing, Farad pulled out the needle, dipped it in the vial again and drove it back in a little to one side.

"A solution of scorpion poison. Not strong enough to kill but very painful. Especially when administered to such sensitive places. Shall I continue?"

"No. Please" shrieked Kalila. "Stop! Stop!"

Farad drove the needle into another location and pulled it out again. With its sharp point poised over her flesh he asked "Will you do what I want, slut?"

"Yes. Yes." she gasped "I will do it". The whole of the mouth of her vagina was throbbing in agony as the poison spread through her flesh. She would do anything rather than have Farad continue to jab her with the needle.

Farad smirked in a self satisfied way as he leant back and pointed to his groin. "Get to work, whore." he said.

With her arms still secured behind her Kalila had to lean awkwardly forward to reach his penis. She gingerly licked the tip then sucked its head into her mouth. It tasted awful. She could feel the slime of his semen and the liquid which oozed from his sores in her mouth. It took all her will power not to throw up but she would do anything rather than have him stick than pin into her again. Suddenly she felt a jab in thigh.

"Work harder, whore" he said "if I have to start on you again I will not stop."

Terrified Kalila began to suck his penis with renewed effort, bobbing her head up and down on the shaft. With her arms tied behind her she could not use her hands and so had to do everything with her mouth. She grew tired and her jaw ached from the unaccustomed exercise but just as she thought she could not go on she heard the change in his breathing that signaled he was getting close to climax. He grabbed her hair and forced her head down while pushing his hips up to meet it. Again Kalila found herself fighting for breath, this time as his misshapen penis was thrust down her throat. He kept going getting more and more violent until he came. Kalila felt the warm gush of salty liquid as it flooded her mouth. Farad groaned but did not let her head go; instead held it down while he pushed his hips forward and pumped more semen deep into her mouth. Finally he was satisfied and pulled her head up a little.

"Clean it" he said.

Kalila was still gasping for breath but did as she was told, sucking the semen that oozed from the tip. When she had finished he kicked her roughly away.

"Whore!" he said with contempt and walked out.

Chapter 3 : Execution

Nasira had ordered that Kalila be prepared for the execution. She had been stripped and her wrists bound behind her and then dressed in an all covering robe and veil. She was then brought by palace guards from the dungeon to a room where Nasira and Babu waited. On one wall of the room was a large double door which was closed with a heavy bolt. On Nasira's signal Babu lifted the bolt and pushed the doors open letting the bright, hot sun flood in, dazzling the party whose eyes were adjusted to the shade inside. Nasira lead the way through the door and the guards pushed Kalila after her. The doorway lead to a wooden platform raised a few feet off the ground and built onto the side of the palace. Standing on the platform were a few more palace guards and an official holding a scroll. Also on the platform was two upright poles, a set of waist high stocks, and a brazier. In front of the platform was an open space which was now crowded with the common people of the city. When the party came out the buzz of conversation in the crowd immediately died down and all eyes turned to the stage. When Nasira and the party had taken up position in the middle of the stage the official stepped forward and read from the scroll.

"The former princess Kalila has been found guilty of adultery and treason. The Sultan has therefore divorced her and she is no longer a member of his majesty's household. Her status as a free woman is forfeit and she has been cast into slavery. As a traitor and a whore she has been sentenced to death. The punishment is to be carried out immediately according to the traditional laws."

When he finished speaking Babu pulled the veil from Kalila, which let her hair fall down around her shoulders. Then with a flourish he ripped the cloak from her, leaving her standing naked in front of the crowd. Kalila let out a shocked scream as the cloth was rudely pulled from her and hung her head in shame her cheeks burning red.

A seat and refreshments were brought on to the stage and a naked negro slave came and stood with a parasol to shade the seat so that Nasira could watch the proceedings in comfort. As she sat down a slave girl came to kneel at her feet and pour her a small cup of tea.

Meanwhile Rahim, the palace executioner, had also arrived. He was a large, portly Arab dressed in long baggy trousers but with his oiled upper torso bare. He had a long hooked nose and thick lips which were now twisted in a cruel smile.

"Tie her to the posts." he ordered the guards.

Kalila's existing bonds were released and she was dragged struggling over to the two upright posts. Her wrists were bound to the rings close to the top of the poles and her ankles to the bases, holding her spread-eagled. Rahim inspected the bonds closely and then ordered one of the men to tie her hair up so that is would be out of the way. He ignored the whimpered pleadings from Kalila as she pulled fruitlessly at the ropes that held her but instead inspected her with an expert eye. He needed to judge her strength and how long the punishment should continue so that she did not expire before the end. Satisfied Rahim barked an order and a slave girl ran forward to hand over a whip to him. The instrument had a short handle with four flat leather thongs about three feet long. He shook them out making sure that they swung with sufficient suppleness before taking a position behind the bound woman. The buzz of conversation which had grown during these preparations fell into silence as Rahim pulled his arm back for the first stroke. In the silence the whistle of the whip through the air could be clearly heard, followed by the flat slap of leather on skin. A second later came Kalila's hoarse scream of agony. Rahim pulled the whip back and waited a few seconds for Kalila's screams to die into sobs then he brought it down again across her exposed back. He had chosen a wide bladed whip, used for punishing slaves, that would cause much pain but not overly damage the victim. For a pampered princess such as this it would not be necessary to use the harsher whips which tore flesh from the body. Rahim continued with the whipping, using his considerable skill to include the whole area from her shoulders to the backs of her knees in his target area.

Kalila shrieked her anguish for all to hear as her slender naked body writhed under the strokes of the lash. A public execution, especially of a pretty young woman, was great entertainment and always attended by many of the town's people. Rahim was skilled at his trade and an expert at drawing the best performance from his victims. Now he played with Kalila, forcing her body to dance lewdly for the pleasure of the audience. A stroke across her buttocks pushed her hips forward, opening her groin, a stroke higher up, twisted her upper body making her breasts sway from side to side, another curled up between her parted legs and slapped on to her genitals making her whole body convulse.

Rahim stopped after fifty strokes and went to inspect Kalila. Her breath was coming in panting sobs and her skin was shiny with sweat but but Rahim deemed that she was still in good enough condition to take some more. Despite Kalila's desperate pleas he returned to his position and continued with the whipping. After the third session Kalila hung limply in her bonds. Rahim had to pull her head up with her hair to inspect her face. He looked across at Nasira and slightly shook his head. Nasira waved her hand, agreeing that the punishment could move on to the next stage. She had been enjoying the whipping but understood that the useless whore was probably not strong enough to take any more.

"Give her water and tie her to the frame." Rahim ordered his assistants.

Kalila was released and held still while water was poured down her throat before she was dragged over to waist high post with a short bar on top. Slightly in front of this and to the side was another, taller upright with a bar that stretched across the front of the lower pole. Kalila was forced to stand behind the pole, her legs were pulled apart and her ankles bound to rings set in the floor. She was bent forward over the bar so that her upper body was horizontal and a rope was tied around her neck and attached to another ring in the ground. Her arms were bound behind her back and then attached by a rope to the cross bar on the taller pole so that her body was held in that position, the rope around her neck stopping her from standing up and the rope holding her arms stopping her from bending further forward. Finally a rope was tied to her hair and used to pull her head back so that she looked out towards the crowd.

"What are you doing?" she whimpered in fear.

Rahim went to stand behind her and pulled his britches aside to free his already erect penis. Kalila's position, bent over with her legs held wide apart, gave Rahim easy access to both her vagina and anus. He used his thumb and forefinger to open the mouth of her vagina so the he could work the head of his penis in. Kalila screamed in pain and humiliation as he forced himself deep into her.

"Stop your whining whore" he laughed as he slapped her bottom.

Holding the bar he drove his hips hard into hers. As he grew more excited his rhythm increased as did the force of his strokes. The weight of his body shook Kalila's slender frame. With a final groan Rahim stiffened, pushing himself as deep into Kalila as possible and ejaculated into her. He pulled himself out of her and some of the semen leaked from her vagina and dribbled down her thigh.

The announcer stepped forward again and standing by Kalila spoke to the crowd.

"This woman has, by her own actions, shown herself to be the lowliest of whores. As is the tradition she will therefore be make available to the public. She will be bound here until midday. Those who which may take their pleasure with her."

There was a seconds silence while the crowd digested this, then men from the front eagerly stepped forward pushing to be the first. The guards organized them into a line which quickly grew to snake across the stage and down the stairs. The line continued to grow as more men joined on the back.

Kalila whimpered in horror at the number of men lining up to rape her. "Please" she cried "Princess Nasira. You are a woman, how can you watch this?"

The first in line was an enormous man who secured his place by intimidating any rivals. He took his position behind Kalila and entered her with a single savage motion, wringing another scream from the helpless girl. Gripping the edges of the bar he slammed into her with all his considerable strength. It did not take him long to climax. As soon as he pulled out he was replaced by the next in line. After a while the second man waiting grew impatient and went around to the front of Kalila. As her head was pulled back by her hair, her mouth was facing forward and at the right height to be used as another orifice. He used her mouth just like it was a vagina, thrusting with his hips so that her nose squashed against his stomach and his testicles bounced on her chin. His penis reached to the back of her throat, choking her with each thrust. As he climaxed, he held her head in his arms and ejaculated deep into her throat. Kalila coughed as the semen flooded into her mouth, but barely had any time before the next man pushed his penis into her. With her mouth full of hard flesh she had no choice except to swallow the first load semen so that she could breath.

This continued for the rest of the morning, an endless stream of eager men taking their turn with the helpless woman. They used her vagina, her anus and her mouth till each of them overflowed with semen. It dripped down her thighs, from her chin, coated her face and hair. Her anus gaped wide, blood mixed with semen flowed from her raw puffy vagina and her mouth hung slackly open. She grew too exhausted to react to the rapes, only moaning weekly and automatically swallowing the loads of semen that were shot into her mouth. Even when there was no reaction the men continued to use her in all her holes. By midday, the line of men had shortened as most of those in the crowd had taken their fill of the woman at least once with some using her multiple times.

Nasira watched all this from the cool shade of her seat. She felt no sympathy for the woman. She had made a whore of herself and betrayed the sultan, her punishment was justly deserved. Her fate would also be reported back to the sultan's other wives and would stand as an example of what they could expect if they crossed her.

When the last had finished Rahim had Kalila released from the frame. She collapsed to the floor whimpering softly, seemingly barely conscious. The assistants sat her up and poured more water down her throat, making sure that she drank plenty. Meanwhile the guards brought out a wooden pole some five feet long. At one end was mounted a giant bronze phallus some four inches in diameter and eighteen inches long. It was completed in intricate detail with a bulbous glans at the tip and veins running down its body. At the base of the metal was a small tray, a few inches deep, which surrounded the bronze phallus. A guard took hold of each of Kalila's ankles and, having put her on her back, pulled them apart. This woke her up and she lifted her head in a panic to see what they were doing. As she saw them approaching her exposed groin she began to beg. The guards pressed the thick blunt tip of the phallus against the raw and bloody lips of her vagina then drove it deep into her. Kalila shrieked in agony, her abused vagina stretched to breaking point by the thick metal phallus. She was lifted, as the men with the pole walked forward raising her on its tip. They carried her over to the whipping frame and there the pole was placed upright and set in a hole in the platform. While two men held Kalila in place so that she would not fall, a third bound her wrists, wide apart but with slack in her arms, to the bar at the top of the frame. Kalila was exhausted and in any case was not strong and was unable to support herself with her arms so all her weight pressed down on the phallus which drove almost to its base inside her. She was left there wailing and writhing in misery while the next stage of her punishment was prepared. A brazier with glowing coals was brought out which already had irons buried in it to heat up.

Nasira got up from her seat and accompanied by the slave holding the parasol went to stand in front of Kalila. Close up she could smell the sweat on the girl, see the semen running down her legs and coating her face and the pain and defeat in her eyes.

"Now you look like the whore that you are." she said.

"Please" whimpered Kalila. "Help me".

Nasira said nothing but took a pair of tongs from the fire and picked up a glowing coal. She carefully placed it in the tray at the base of the phallus. She then picked up another and placed it beside the first. She continued until the tray was full of brightly glowing coals.

"It seems that you enjoy something hot between your legs. So you should like this."

"No" wailed Kalila "Please.I beg you"

Nasira just smiled as she returned to her chair. The coals immediately scorched the inside of Kalila's thighs evincing fresh screams of pain but also the heat was conducted up the shaft of the bronze phallus deep into her body. Kalila's shrieks grew in intensity.

Rahim meanwhile had pulled one of the other brands from the fire. It was glowing a bright orange and tip had wire worked into the shape of letters. He put his left hand on Kalila's back to hold her steady and pressed the glowing iron into her belly. He held it there for a couple of seconds letting the heat burn deeply into the flesh. A fresh scream of agony erupted from the helpless girl. Rahim pulled the iron away and inspected the mark he had made. The brand was clean, clearly displaying the word for "whore" across her belly.

The coals in the tray had begun to cool so he added some more and blew on them till they glowed bright orange again. Kalila was nearing exhaustion but she continued to scream and writhe as the fire burnt her thighs, groin and genitals. Rahim had the guards give her more water and ordered that they continue to do so every hour until she died. The active part of the torture was drawing to close so Nasira prepared to leave. Witnessing the little whore's punishment had made Nasira very aroused and she was desperate for relief. Her thoughts turned to the blonde Christian slut but she decided that she would have her for dessert. First she needed something more filling.

"Come Babu we shall leave Kalila to her fate. Fetch Kalila's white slave girl to my chambers. I will come there presently." she ordered.

Nasira headed immediately to Khaled's rooms. She had enjoyed their last encounter and taking Kalila's lover while the girl was still being impaled just added extra spice. Rahim soon followed leaving two guards to watch Kalila. The crowd also started to disperse, though passers by continued to stop and spend a few minutes enjoying her suffering. The guards moved to sit in the shade of the palace wall out of the sun leaving Kalila alone in her misery. It was not long before the crows and vultures spotted her and came down to investigate. The first time a crow landed on her head she jerked in shock and it flew off a little way, squawking in protest. When no further move came from her for a few minutes it flew back. Landing on her shoulder it ignored her feeble movements and pecked viciously at her eyes. Seeing the first bird come to no harm and worried that the meal would be gone before they arrived, other crows quickly followed, squabbling for the best perch on her body. Kalila was still alive when the crows pecked the eyes from her head and when the vultures gauged the meat from the living tissue of her breasts, belly and thighs.

Epilogue

Jamila crouched in the tiny, dark cell into which she had been pushed after her session in the torture chamber. The cell was just a hole in the floor of the dungeon less than four feet high and a few feet square giving her no room to stand or even sit properly. Having pushed her in the guards had shut and bolted the wooden trap door leaving her naked in total darkness.

The time passed slowly as the constricted position soon caused even her youthful and flexible body to spasm with cramp. Sometimes she would hear footsteps in the chamber above but otherwise she was alone with her misery. Her only hope was that Kalila was unharmed and would be able to help her.

With her mind drifting she was shocked by the bolt of the trap door being slide and the door flung open. The chamber above was not well lit but still dazzling after the hours of darkness. Before she could react a giant hand grabbed her hair and lifted her straight out of the hole and she found her self suspended in mid air staring at Babu's leering face. She groaned in pain from the pressure on her hair and the blood flowing back to her cramped limbs.

"Hello slut. Did you have a good night?" he said

Not waiting for a reply, while still holding her hair in one hand he loosened his loincloth with the other and tossed it to the side. His enormous penis, already erect sprung free from the cloth. Before Jamila could protest he pulled her to him, clamping her to his thick solid body and pushed her down on to his penis.

"No" she shrieked as she felt the blunt head pushing against her vaginal opening. Although she and Kalila had slept together she had never been with a man and was still a virgin. Babu ignored her and pushed her down so that she was impaled on his giant tool. She screamed and writhed in pain as it seemed she was going to be torn apart.

"Ah! That's good!" groaned Babu. "I have not had some one so tight in a long time!"

Babu had one arm wrapped around her upper body which trapped her arms against his body while his other covered her buttocks holding her hips in place and allowing him to ease himself into her.

"Your mother was about your age when she came to the Sultan's harem. Very pretty. The Sultan liked her very much and chose her frequently. But she wanted to escape. She came to me for help."

As he spoke Babu spread her buttocks with his fingers and slide his forefinger between the globes of flesh to stroke her anus all the while rocking his hips gently back and forth.

"Stupid woman! Did she think I would risk my life for a slut like her? No, I fucked her then took her back to the harem. The eunuch was a friend of mine, he punished her but did not tell the Sultan. And then guess what? Nine months later you are born. Everyone assumes you are the Sultan's daughter. But I know better. You are my daughter. And now I get to fuck you just like I fucked your mother." Babu laughed.

Babu increased the power and rhythm of his thrusts hammering his hips into the girl's slight frame and shaking her like a rag doll. In desperation Jamila wrapped her legs around Babu's hips like a lover in an attempt to hold herself steady while she continued to cry out in pain with every thrust. Finally Babu came, ejaculating deep inside her before lifting her off his still erect penis and dropping her to the ground. Jamila fell into a groaning heap, while Babu's semen dribbled from her vagina and down between her buttocks.

"An excellent fuck, just like your mother." laughed Babu. Then he crouched down next to her and grabbed her hair to twist her head to face him. "Do you know what I did today? I watched every man in town fuck Kalila before we had her impaled."

Babu looked up and called in a louder voice "You can have her now."

At Babu's call two of Farad's assistants came in, and taking a wrist each, dragged Jamila towards the door. Jamila recognised the outfit of the torturers. "Where are you taking me?" she cried.

The two assistants pulled Jamila into a near by torture chamber and threw her to the floor. She looked up to see Farad's putrid face leering down at her.

"Hello, Jamila. I have been waiting for you. Last time was so hurried but don't worry this time we will have lots of time to get to know each other."

Jamila let out a wordless scream of horror as she realised the true depths of Nasira's lies and what her fate would be.