The End of Year Trip 10 - The 'Princess'

[jessmartin]

The End of the Year Trip 10 - The 'Princess'.

After walking through the intricate streets of the Old City for half an hour, we cross the wall through the gate facing the desert knowing that bordering the ancient defenses of the city for another twenty minutes we will arrive at the ancient palace that after standing on the edge of the desert for a thousand years, was completely renovated years ago and is now covered with neon lights, with a large sign on its roof with the name 'Princess'.

Local legends say that the ancient palace was the prison where the mother of the first Emir of the Ghazi dynasty lived more than a thousand years ago, the young woman came to the Emirate in a caravan of traders, on this point the stories do not agree, some say that she was a slave girl that one of the merchants brought for sale, others that she was the wife of the merchant, the only thing that seems certain is that the old Emir fell in love with her and tried to buy her, when he did not succeed he ordered to assault the caravan when it departed from Kanaan.

The Emir's soldiers attacked the caravan when it was camped in the oasis known as the 'Desert Gate', the slaughter was quick and merciless, in a few minutes only two components of the caravan remained standing surrounded by two dozen dead soldiers: the merchant and the beautiful young woman sought by the Emir.

Finally, several soldiers reduced the young woman and when the merchant went to try to free her, she asked him to flee and come back later to rescue her, the merchant swore that he would free her and as soon as he finished speaking, in front of a hundred soldiers, he vanished into thin air.

The young woman was taken to the Emir's palace, although he was outside the city trying to quell a small rebellion in the coastal area of the Emirate, he had given orders to the slave girls of his harem to prepare the young woman to enjoy her in his bed as soon as he returned to the palace.

While the slave girls were preparing the young woman, they discovered that she was pregnant. When the news was communicated to the Emir on the day of his return, he did not like it at all, all the ancient laws did not allow enslaving or forcing a pregnant woman, plus for days the city had been filled with rumors that the merchant was a powerful sorcerer or an evil demon who would destroy the city if anything happened to the young woman.

The old Emir did not believe in such superstitions, but a couple of strange occurrences in the palace the next day caused his fears to outweigh his desire to possess the young woman, and he ordered her to be locked up in the palace at the edge of the walls with only the contact of half a dozen slave girls to attend to her needs.

When the young woman looked as if she was going to spend the rest of her days locked up in her prison, something surprising happened: Two days after the young woman had her baby, a beautiful boy, when the whole city gathered in the square to celebrate the end of Ramadan and receive the blessings and gifts of the old Emir, instead of the Emir appearing on the balcony of the palace, it was the merchant, with the Emir's head in one hand, while with the other he embraced the young woman who held the newborn in her arms.

Somewhat frightened by the rumors circulating about the merchant, but above all very tired of the tyranny of the old Emir, the inhabitants of Kanaan cheered the couple accepting them as their new rulers, giving beginning to a dynasty that lasts a thousand years.

Nobody knows the exact origin of the merchant and the beautiful young woman, not even their real names, the young woman was given the name of Nabila, 'The Pearl of the Desert' in the dialect of the nomads, a name that since then has always carried the first daughter of the Emir, the merchant was called Ghazi, 'Whirlwind', by the strange effect that was left in the sands of the oasis when he disappeared in front of the soldiers, giving name to the new dynasty.

As mysterious as her appearance that morning on the palace balcony was, was her disappearance a week after Prince Susej's eighteenth birthday. The couple was never seen again, although in several chronicles of the time it is said that they were seen in the palace the night that at the age of ninety-two, after a long and just reign, Prince Susej left to join the Prophet.

Now the old palace is still a prison as it was a thousand years ago, especially for the young tourists who, deceived, end up in Ntomi's power, enslaved and forced to satisfy the perversions of the clients. Ntomi was already a threat in the times of the late Emir, but now he is the main obstacle to the attempts of Prince Caleb and the Regent to open up, openly boasting that he is the one who really governs the Emirate.

As we approach our destination, I can't help but remember my first visit to the 'Princess' and everything that happened that night.

"My father is going to kill us;" I remember Vincent telling me when we stopped the SUV, we had taken from his father to go to the 'Princess', "I am strictly forbidden to come here;" my friend continued to protest.

The memories come back sharp in my mind and I seem to be living that moment again.

"Bungami won't do anything to you when we tell him you were with me;" I reply to Vincent, "I've been hearing about the 'Princess' for years, and now that I'm finally of age and have come with some time to Kanaan I'm not going to miss the opportunity to see in person if it's true everything they say."

As soon as we enter the premises, the smells coming from tobacco, hashish and sex hit our senses overwhelming us, everything is much more extreme than I could have imagined based on the comments of the mine workers when I visited them together with my father.

Everywhere there are people fucking, most of the girls are surrounded by two or three men and in all of them we can see the metallic glint of the slave collar around their necks. I don't know if Vincent is a virgin, but I've never been with a girl beyond a few fondling in the car and a couple of blowjobs with some older girls.

Although several slave girls offer us their services, we turn them down and head for the dance floor, where we see three young western girls trying to escape the harassment of several local boys. As soon as the girls see a young westerner like them arrive, they approach me seeking protection, getting threatening looks from their harassers.

Even though the harassers number almost half a dozen, I notice that they find my almost six feet tall and muscular body too intimidating, and when Vincent with his six feet tall stands next to me, they quickly disappear into the crowd.

The three tourists whom we have freed from the stalkers turn out to be Australians, and they embrace us gratefully, inviting us to join them at a table they have reserved. The night progresses between dances and beers, around four in the morning Vincent gets up with two of the tourists and goes to one of the reserved rooms leaving me alone with the third of the tourists, a beautiful blonde named Heather.

Heather takes me by the hand and leads me back to the dance floor, we have both had too much to drink and the touch of our bodies dancing makes my cock hard, as I feel it against her body, Heather smiles at me and takes my hand and leads me to another of the booths where we begin to kiss passionately. After a few minutes of kissing and caressing Heather breaks the kiss and smiles at me, kneeling at my feet and freeing my cock from my pants.

I close my eyes from the pleasure of Heather's lips kissing my cock and her tongue licking the length of it, when she finally wraps her lips around my cock and takes it halfway into her mouth, I have to make a tremendous effort not to cum right away, unfortunately I am only able to hold on for another few seconds before I cum all over Heather's face.

"I'm sorry Heather;" I tell her completely embarrassed.

"Don't worry Jake, it happens;" she replies running her tongue over her lips to clean up the semen, "That way you'll last longer when you fuck me."

"I'm going to wash up a bit and I'll be right back, wait for me here;" Heather tells me leaving the booth to head to the bathrooms.

Heather leaves the curtain open and I follow her with my eyes, which allows me to clearly see how as she is about to enter the restrooms, two men grab her and take her away opening a door to the storage area.

I quickly pull up my pants and run towards the door through which Heather has disappeared, but first I stop in the booth where Vincent and the other two tourists had gone a while ago. When I open the curtain, I discover the two tourists kissing naked while one of them is impaled on my friend's cock.

"Fuck Jake, get out of here;" Vincent shouts angrily at me.

"Two men have taken Heather towards the back;" I yell at him closing the curtain, heading back towards the door. Before I get to the door I have Vincent by my side, he has put on his pants but is wearing his bare torso showing off his musculature.

Although the warehouse is a maze of corridors, the screams of several women serve as a reference and in a few seconds, we reach a room where two men are trying to put a naked Heather in a cage. Vincent and I freeze at the sight of a dozen more cages all with naked young western women inside.

This distraction is about to cost us dearly, several more men enter the room and soon we are surrounded by eight or nine men armed with batons, clubs and chains; luckily my father forced me from a young age to practice various types of martial arts, and Vincent has spent his whole life surrounded by and training with his father's soldiers and mercenaries.

In just a couple of minutes all the opponents are on the ground with some broken limbs, while the two of us are still standing with only slight scratches, Heather still naked and very scared stays hugging me. When we are about to free the rest of the girls several men enter the room pointing their guns at us.

"Tell me who you are and why I shouldn't kill you right now;" one of the armed men shouts at us.

Before we can answer a man as big as Vincent steps forward smiling, "You don't need to treat these young men like that, they are important people;" he says to the gunman.

I stare for a few moments at the man who has just entered, his skin color is even blacker than Vincent's or Bungami's, so dark it seems to blend in with the shadows.

"If I'm not mistaken you, are Vincent;" he says addressing my friend, "You've been lucky to look more like your bitch of a mother than your bastard of a father."

I notice how Vincent's body tenses at the strange man's words referring to his mother. Vincent told me long ago that his mother was one of the palace slave girls his father fell in love with and with whom with the Emir's permission he had a relationship, unfortunately she died at his birth, and since then he was raised straddling between the Emir's palace and the military camps of Bungami.

"And you are Jacob Francis Jr." He says addressing me, "I hope your father told you about me, we have done a lot of business together in the past, my name is Ntomi and I own this place."

"I see the name doesn't tell you anything, I feel sorry for you;" he comments smiling seeing that I don't make any gesture of recognizing the name, "I'm sorry my boys took the slut you were going to fuck, you can take her if you want, as you can see, I have sluts to spare;" he continues speaking pointing to Heather sheltered behind my back. "I'll have to settle for two out of three."

Vincent and I look at each other not understanding the meaning of that sentence until two other men come in dragging Heather's two friends.

"Let them go!" Vincent yells at her tensing his muscles.

"No way, right now these two bitches are worth at least half a million dollars each;" Ntomi smirks back at him. "And if I decide to brand them as slave girls and keep them, I'll make at least five million on each of them until I get tired of them and sell them to some brothel in Eastern Europe."

I signal Vincent with my fingers, and he immediately lunges towards Ntomi with a loud scream, at the same time I throw a small knife I have taken from my belt against the fuse box in the room leaving everything in darkness. When someone turns the lights back on in the room, Vincent has a pistol in each hand and I have one of the typical Emirate curved daggers resting on Ntomi's throat.

"Order your men to release the girls from the cages;" I shout at Ntomi, pressing the blade against his throat.

"You are not capable of killing me;" he answers me defiantly.

With a quick movement I bring the dagger down to Ntomi's thigh and make a deep cut, "The next one will go a little higher;" I tell him placing the dagger back into his neck.

From the gesture that Ntomi's face takes on it is evident that he has notions of anatomy, luckily, I am not forced to have to decide on the next option as Bungami bursts with a dozen of his men into the room disarming the rest of Ntomi's men.

Without a word Bungami's men release the girls from their cages and after covering their naked bodies with blankets lead them out of the room.

"The Regent Lady Stephanie wants to see you immediately;" Bungami tells me very angrily, "Tomorrow I will take care of you both;" he adds looking also at Vincent.

"We have arrived Mr. Francis;" the driver of the SUV tells me making my memories fade immediately.

As I get out of the SUV and see the door of the 'Princess' I can't help but smile at the thought of how much this moment resembles the final moment of that night five years ago that I was remembering.

Standing a few feet from the door of the 'Princess' are four vehicles of the Emir's guard with Colonel Malek leading the way. The Colonel is the Head of Security of the palace since the times of Emir Al Dilial and man of total confidence of the Regent Lady Stephanie.

"Good evening Mr. Francis;" Omar greets me in such a formal way that I have to hold my smile as I remember that a day ago, we fucked Noemi together, and then I fucked his wife Rania. "As soon as he left the market, Bungami called the Regent Lady Stephanie, both she and Princess Yaiza are already informed of everything that has happened so far, and have sent me to help you in whatever you need."

I don't answer Omar and approach the door of the 'Princess', as soon as I do, the two-armed guards in front try to stop me, but are quickly gunned down by Colonel Malek's men, "If I don't come out in an hour set fire to the premises and shoot any man who tries to leave;" I point to Omar before crossing the door.

Seeing me enter and recognizing me, most of the customers stop what they are doing and immediately move away from me, so it takes me no time at all to reach the area from where Ntomi controls the entire club. Ntomi is dressed in a tailored suit, he must be the same age as Bungami, although life has not treated him very well and he does look his age, at his feet naked, kneeling and with clear traces of semen all over her face and tits he has a young woman I know from the hotel, who shows signs of whipping on her body.

Before speaking to Ntomi I take a good look around me, forming a semicircle surrounding the couch where Ntomi is sitting there are at least a dozen naked western girls except for the slave collar, being fucked on various couches in full view of everyone, on the open side of the semicircle I can see lined up half a dozen rape pillories, all occupied by young western girls also being fucked by one or two men at a time; when one of the men withdraws after cumming on the face of the young woman he has been fucking, I recognize my classmate Chloe despite having her head completely shaved.

Just above the chair where Ntomi is sitting I see three cages descending, in one of them is Janet, one of the youngest students of the trip and in the other two young girls also guests of our hotel.

"It is a pleasure to see you again at the 'Princess' Mr. Francis, it has been a long time since you have honored us with your presence. Sit down and tell me how can I help you;" Ntomi tells me gesturing for one of the sofas to be brought closer to me.

I sit down on the sofa but not before kicking out the two whores that were sitting there, and turn to Ntomi, "I didn't come to see you, you know very well what I'm here for, I want to get my classmates and the rest of the hotel guests back."

"Classmates? Hotel guests?" Ntomi asks me with irony, "Here there are only sluts and whores legally enslaved and with their slave girl brand, I don't know what they did before nor do I care, what I do know is that now they are going to spend all day opening their legs for my clients, making me a lot of money."

I know well what Ntomi is referring to, once marked any young girl must spend at least two years as a slave girl, when I look back at my host, he has sat the young girl at his feet on his lap and is playing with her pussy. I have to hold back the rage this situation induces in me; I know he is baiting me to jump.

"If it's money you want, these girls' families are very rich and will pay you whatever you want for them;" I tell him with a serious gesture.

"Do you really think Mr. Francis that I care about money?" he asks me laughing, "What I really care about is seeing these rich bitches who come here for tourism thinking they are better than us completely humiliated. You can't even imagine how these two bitches squealed last night when I marked them as my property;" Ntomi makes the young woman turn around so I can see the 'Princess' mark on her right buttock in the shape of a seven-tailed whip, almost twice the size of the lion's head, emblem of the Emirate that she sports on her left buttock.

"Look at these three beauties Mr. Francis;" he says pointing to the cages. "Don't tell me it doesn't warm your blood to see them naked, come closer and inspect the goods."

If Ntomi expects me to hesitate, I don't, I get up from the couch and approach the cage Janet occupies, her gaze is lost as if she is unaware of what is happening, surely drugged, I spread her legs apart without any difficulty and observe her shaved pussy and the slave girl brand adorning it, I take two of my fingers to her pussy finding it tremendously tight, the young woman moans and shudders at my touch and I am almost certain I could bring her to orgasm in a few seconds.

I move to the other cages and repeat the process with the other two young women, seeing the third one up closes my cock begins to harden, she is a real beauty. I don't know what happens to me, but this time I don't stop and I don't stop playing with my fingers in her pussy until I bring her to orgasm and feel how she wets my fingers.

"See, Mr. Francis, they are nothing but horny sluts, all of them;" exclaims Ntomi loudly pointing to all the slave girls to the laughter of her men. "If you had any of these three sluts chained up in one of those clubs you frequent so much, you would fuck them without asking how they got there, assuming they are there of their own free will;" continues Ntomi exposing, "Well, my clients don't have that problem, they know how I got all these slave girls and they don't care at all, they just want to fuck their tight wet pussies."

I look at Ntomi but not a word comes out of my mouth, deep down I know he is right in everything he has said.

"But back to your visit to buy your classmates Mr. Francis, I only do business while I am fucking one of my bitches, so if you will join me;" Ntomi tells me signaling to his men who drag the slave girl he had on her lap to another rape pillory, then move her and place her next to Chloe, finally Ntomi's men remove the other pillories leaving only those of the two slave girls. "You may choose first, Mr. Francis."

It is obvious to me what Ntomi wants to do, but he is not going to get me to back out, it is the only way to have a chance of freeing the girls, I position myself behind the hotel guest, who I seem to remember is called Isabel and without saying anything I start to fuck her pussy while Ntomi positions himself behind Chloe and I watch as he grabs a pony girl tail and removes it from her ass to start fucking her.

"I'm glad you recognized this bald slut Mr. Francis;" Ntomi tells me as he thrusts violently trying to lodge all of his huge cock in Chloe's ass, "Last night she refused to suck my cock and we shaved her head, as you may have guessed the pretty tail that was adorning her ass is made from her cut hair. She was lucky you guys came to visit, we haven't lasered her head permanently bald yet as we intended to do, both with her and the slut you're fucking."

I glance slightly at Chloe as I continue pumping my cock into Isabel's pussy, and tighten my gaze as I remember the manicured black mane to the end of her back that she sported just a few hours ago.

"I think nice tight pussies like these are priceless, Mr. Francis;" Ntomi speaks to me again, "Not to mention their asses, these two are top notch sluts; and the three sluts hanging in the cages are still virgins, I have an Iranian millionaire who is going to pay me twenty-five million dollars for them."

As I listen to Ntomi talk I try to get Isabel to orgasm while I fuck her, but Ntomi notices this and pulls out of Chloe's ass; "Try this pussy too Mr. Francis;" he tells me, and I have no choice but to pull out of Isabel and start fucking Chloe while he does the same to Isabel's ass.

"Let's do the math Mr. Francis; twenty dollars on average per client, about twenty clients a day, for at least ten years; and that's not counting what the clients with special tastes pay, we are talking about two million dollars that I will earn with each one of these sluts;" Ntomi tells me as he cums in Isabel's ass, "And I will still be able to sell them for a few thousand dollars to some brothel;" he adds sitting on his couch.

I cum on Chloe's back and sit back on the couch, "You're right Ntomi, let's do the math;" I tell her, "I stop paying in dollars to the mine workers, and open a brothel at ten dinars a whore, as you rightly said they are just slave girls, I can find more where these have come from."

"You wouldn't dare!" shouts Ntomi rising towards me, at which point I pull out one of the pistols and point it at his head.

"You better sit down and listen carefully, you fucking son of a bitch;" I tell Ntomi, "I'm going to buy all five girls from you right now for a million dollars, I'm going to give you the two of the pillories for two months, and tomorrow morning I want Janet and the other two virgins untouched in my house."

"You're crazy if you think I'm going to take that deal just because you're pointing a gun at me, I'm not giving up the Iranian's money, and I know you won't dare shoot;" Ntomi tells me very confidently.

I fire the gun pulling a piece of earring out of Ntomi's ear, "Sorry, it went off;" I tell him smiling as I lower the gun, "I assure you I won't make the mistake of five years ago again, as for the Iranian you are right, it is a lot of money, but I am sure you can find other quality bitches to sell him. Right here I have a picture of a young lady that the Iranian could pay a good amount of money for, how much do you think the young lady in the picture is worth?"

I toss Ntomi a photo I pull out of my pocket and watch as her face turns pale, "I think she just turned nineteen;" I tell Ntomi, "A virgin like that with her dark skin, with those tits and that ass, I don't doubt she'll please that Iranian a lot, although I know several Russian businessmen who would probably pay considerably more to break a black slut like her."

"You're a fucking bastard Jake, tomorrow you'll have all three virgins at your place;" Ntomi tells me forgetting the formal treatment and handing me the photo.

"Mr. Francis for you;" I tell him getting up, "As for the picture you can keep it, I have many pictures of her, it so happens that beauty studies at the same university as me, she must have a rich grandfather who pays for her studies; it's a pity that when she got sick she couldn't make this trip, although thinking about it she was lucky not to come, if she had she would surely be getting fucked by some pig like you;" I tell Ntomi approaching him to shake his hand and seal the deal.

Ntomi is looking paler and paler as I shake his hand, before releasing him I lean close to his ear to whisper, "You have two months to get your affairs in order and leave Kanaan to take care of that cute granddaughter of yours, otherwise the next picture you see of her, will be with Bungami fucking her ass."

I head for the exit of the 'Princess' feeling bad for having used Corinne to blackmail Ntomi, no way in hell would I ever think of hurting her, she is a cheerful and very smart young lady who has a very bright future as a biologist and who is not to blame for her grandfather being Ntomi's bastard. Although Corinne doesn't know anything about Ntomi, she knows that her mother was originally from Kanaan and she gets along very well with Yaiza, between the two of us we will make sure she lacks nothing when we finish with Ntomi.

Before going out to the street, I send a message to the director of the mine to give orders to those in charge to forbid the workers to go to the 'Princess', and to prepare everything so that as soon as I take control of the club, I can transform it completely.

When I leave the 'Princess' the night has fallen, to my surprise I have been almost three hours meeting with Ntomi. I am about to get into my SUV with my men for a ride home when Colonel Malek addresses me, "Sir Francis, Regent Lady Stephanie and Princess Yaiza request your presence at the Palace, if you don't mind, we will take you and your men can return to their duties."

I could safely decline the invitation, but I am eager to see the Regent and find out what she is going to do now and above all I am eager to see Yaiza and confirm if my suspicions are true, I order my men to return to the company offices and get into the car with Omar.

"I hope you didn't mind that we didn't burn the 'Princesa' when we saw that you didn't come out;" Omar comments to me with a smile; "My men inside have informed me at all times that you had everything under control."

I look at Omar without being surprised by his words, I have known him for years and I know that he is a man of total confidence of the Regent, and that gives me peace of mind as far as Chloe, Isabel and the rest of the slave girls of the 'Princess' are concerned.

Chloe and Isabel didn't take it very well when I informed them of the deal, I had made with Ntomi that they had to spend the next two months working as whores at the 'Princess', they started protesting and insulting me until Ntomi shut them up with a whip lash.

Only when I explained to them that legally they were now slave girls and that all I was doing was buying them to free them, they seemed to understand the gravity of their situation and that they have to be thankful that their stay at the 'Princesa' is limited to those two months in which they cannot be branded again or tattooed. What I did not explain to them is what I am going to do with them afterwards, until they complete the two years of slavery marked by the laws of Kanaan, it is something I have not yet considered, neither with them nor with the rest of the slave girls that in one way or another I have acquired in these days.

As we approach the palace, I start to feel a strange tingling in my stomach when I think again of the similarities with the night five years ago, today as that day the Regent has requested my presence in the palace, although today I know why she has called me. I lean on the seat of the military vehicle and ignore Omar's words, closing my eyes and searching for the memory of that distant night in my mind.

The journey to the palace seems to never end, the silence inside the jeep is absolute, the always joking Bungami drives in silence, his face twitching with anger. Vincent keeps his head down, embarrassed by the reprimand his father has given him in front of his men at the door of the 'Princess' and worried that a serious punishment awaits him.

I look out the window towards the vast desert, somewhat frightened by Bungami's reaction, even though I know that even though I am looking forward to it he is not going to sit me on his knee and spank me like he has done before, now that I am of age and given my father's illness, I have become the president of the company that controls the caltenium mine in the Emirate in addition to many other properties around the world, and by extension Bungami's direct boss.

What scares me a lot is to think what the Regent wants from me, even though I am still a virgin, since at the age of fourteen my body started to change, stretching and gaining muscle, thanks to my looks and my natural charm, I've had no problem in getting the women around me to do whatever I asked them to do, starting with my female teachers who would forget I hadn't done my homework as soon as I gave them a smile, and continuing with my female classmates whom I had no trouble convincing to do my homework.

Only with Lady Stephanie I feel uncomfortable, at forty years old she is still a beautiful woman, but also the authority and respect she transmits, make me feel like a child who has been caught doing something wrong every time I am in her presence.

As soon as we arrive at the palace Bungami and Vincent go to the house they have in the garden area reserved for their use when they come to the palace and that makes me often wonder what secrets the Nubian giant keeps. Waiting for me are Princess Nabila and her partner the American journalist Rose Wagner.

"Good evening, Jacob;" Rose greets me, approaching me to give me a kiss on the cheek. "You've grown into quite a man since we last met;" she says moving the fingers of one of her hands from my chest to my crotch.

"Behave yourself Rose, you're going to get the boy embarrassed;" Princess Nabila scolds her, coming up to me to give me a kiss as well although this time on the lips. "'Welcome back Jake, Lady Stephanie is waiting for you."

I accompany the two women through the corridors of the palace, during that journey Lady Nabila don't miss the opportunity to ask me about everything that has happened to me in the almost three years we haven't seen each other. For a few moments I forget about what happened a couple of hours ago and chat with the two women quietly, only when we reach the door that leads to the area of the palace reserved for Lady Stephanie silence returns.

"Don't worry Jake, it will be nothing you will see, Lady Stephanie only cares about you;" Princess Nabila says to me saying goodbye with another kiss on the lips.

"You relax Jacob, I'm sure you'll know how to charm Steffi;2 Rose comments giving me a tight hug rubbing her breasts against mine shamelessly; "Now that you are of age, I hope to see you at the palace parties, we will be here for a couple of weeks;" she adds before hugging her partner and giving her a resounding kiss.

For a moment my thoughts drift to the palace parties full of naked slave girls, but then I hear Lady Stephanie's voice telling me to come in.

In the last two years ago, due to my father's illness I had to take over the family business, I have often met with Lady Stephanie, but always to talk business and always sitting at a table full of papers, it had been a long time since I had seen her standing in front of the table looking at me with the same face of anger and disappointment as when I used to escape to the Old City or to the mines when I was twelve years old.

Unlike those business meetings, where Lady Stephanie dressed in executive clothes, today she dresses as I remembered, and as she is always used to, like any of the slave girls or servants of the palace, although in white, wearing transparent silk pants and a top of the same material open in the front, which barely hides her still ringed nipples.

The problem is that I am no longer a twelve-year-old boy, and as I approach her, I can't help but stare at her half naked body and notice how my cock gets hard causing me to have to cross my hands in front of my body as I stop in front of her.

"Good evening, Jake;" Lady Stephanie greets me with a serious gesture, "I think we made it clear some time ago that you were to come and see me immediately whenever you came to Kanaan."

"Until I came of age;" I reply without thinking, "I turned eighteen ten days ago."

"In Kanaan you are not of age until you are twenty-one;" Lady Stephanie points out to me more and more seriously.

For a few moments I am tempted to answer her, but seeing her serious face, I keep silent and let her continue speaking.

"Can you explain to me what on earth you have gone to the 'Princess' for and furthermore by involving Vincent in the affair?" She asks me.

I think a few seconds the answer, shuffling the option of lying, but in the end, I answer the truth, despite knowing that Lady Stephanie is not going to take it well.

"Very simple, I'm still a virgin and since I'm of age I was going to pay to fuck a whore;" I tell her trying not to sound too embarrassed.

"Shit Jake!" exclaims Lady Stephanie moving closer to me until she is just inches away, "I thought you were a smart boy, but I see I was wrong, you could have picked any slave girl in the palace, seeing how they all look at you when you walk by them, they would have been happy to fuck you;" she adds.

"I didn't want my first time to be with a slave girl, that she couldn't say no to me, I wanted something different....

"That's why you go to the 'Princess' where most of the girls working there are tourists kidnapped and enslaved by Ntomi;" Lady Stephanie interrupts me shouting.

"I didn't know;" I tell her feeling dirty all of a sudden, "I had heard rumors among the mine workers, but I didn't imagine they were real, I thought it was impossible that you and Caleb would allow such a thing."

"That's a matter for another day;" Lady Stephanie comments to me, grabbing my chin with her soft hand.

"I believe you were interrupted when you were about to make your debut;" Lady Stephanie comments to me quietly changing the subject, "And not exactly with a whore."

I look at Lady Stephanie wondering how she could have found out about that affair that happened at the 'Princess', but before I can ask her, I realize one thing.

"I don't know what happened with Heather and her friends, I have to find Bungami and ask her;" I start to speak out loud as if I were alone.

"Shut up and calm down;" Lady Stephanie orders me; "All the girls held in the cages were released and brought to the palace to contact their families. Heather is resting in a room next door and is anxious to see you to thank you for saving her."

As soon as she says that Lady Stephanie starts walking towards the door motioning for me to follow her, we walk through the corridors of the palace for a couple of minutes until we reach a room, where when I open the door, I find Heather waiting for me.

As soon as she sees me enter, Heather comes running towards me, and hugs me tightly giving me a kiss on the lips. "Thank you so much Jake;" she says breaking the kiss.

"No need to give them to me;" I reply, "Are your friends, okay?"

"You can ask your friend tomorrow, as soon as they brought us to the palace, they didn't waste a minute to go get it and continue what they were doing;" Heather comments to me.

I want to ask Heather if she also wants to continue where we left off in the 'Princess', but with Lady Stephanie smiling beside me I dare not speak, and looking at Heather's somewhat flushed face I get the feeling that something similar is happening to her.

"What a couple!" exclaims Lady Stephanie letting out a laugh. "'You're lucky I'm here."

"You want to fuck Heather and Heather wants to fuck you;" Lady Stephanie blurts out, "The problem is that at the 'Princess', you were both drunk and horny and didn't think about anything, now once the excitement is over you are two virgins who have no idea how to act;" she comments smiling.

"Luckily, I know what to do in these cases and I am going to help you;" says Lady Stephanie approaching Heather to start kissing her.

The kiss goes on for seconds as Lady Stephanie's hands move all over Heather's body, slipping under her clothes to play with her tits and pussy.

When Lady Stephanie breaks the kiss, I look at Heather and see her breathing rapidly, and notice how her nipples are clearly visible through the see-through blouse she is wearing. Without giving her time to recover Lady Stephanie grabs her hand and pulls her towards the bed pushing her onto it.

"Watch carefully what we do, learn and don't even think about masturbating;" Lady Stephanie tells me, "You're going to have to bring us both to orgasm before we let us fuck you."

"FUCK!" I mutter under my breath, I don't know what Lady Stephanie will intend to do, but if just the sight of a kiss and some light petting is enough to get me hard, I don't know how I'm going to be able to take what's coming.

Lady Stephanie lies down next to Heather and starts kissing her all over her body. Standing a couple of feet away from the bed, I watch as she intersperses small, soft kisses with long, intense ones, marking Heather's skin with little red dots. The beautiful blonde has her eyes closed and tries to hold back moans, but as soon as Lady Stephanie starts sucking on her nipples the moans escape her mouth.

Time seems to stand still as Lady Stephanie kisses, licks, sucks and bites Heather's hard nipples, which seem to be getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Don't cum until I tell you to;" Lady Stephanie says to a nodding Heather as her only response.

For a while now one of Lady Stephanie's hands has been on Heather's pussy, alternating inserting two fingers into the blonde's virgin pussy, with using those same fingers on the swollen clit.

Even though Lady Stephanie has ordered me not to masturbate, I can't help but free my cock from my pants and be surprised to find it harder than ever and with white droplets coming out of my bud.

I don't think Heather can go much longer without cumming, and as soon as Lady Stephanie's mouth touches her pussy, the blonde bursts into an intense orgasm, although that doesn't stop the experienced woman from continuing to do her thing, substituting her fingers for her tongue.

I've never seen any of the girls I've been with cum like that, let alone string together orgasm after orgasm like Heather is doing.

"Cum for me;" Lady Stephanie finally orders her as if she hasn't had two orgasms before, and Heather cums again, with an intense moan, which I'm sure has been heard in half the rooms of the palace.

"Let's attend to our stallion before his balls explode;" Lady Stephanie points to Heather grabbing her hand to help her off the bed.

Soon both women are kneeling at my feet, and Heather as she did in the 'Princess' begins to lick the entire length of my cock.

"Slow down Heather, we don't want him to cum yet;" Lady Stephanie points out; "Let me show you how it's done."

Heather's lips pull away from my cock, immediately replaced by Lady Stephanie's lips, which feel amazing on it. I can't compare too much, but the feeling of Lady Stephanie's lips and tongue on my cock must be the closest thing to being in paradise. As I enjoy Lady Stephanie's skills, I feel soft fingers begin to massage my balls, causing the feeling I had of cumming in a second to suddenly disappear.

Lady Stephanie extends the blowjob for almost ten minutes, playing with my cock and balls as if she had a switch, bringing me to the brink of orgasm and then lowering the euphoric feeling. Finally, after an eternity, Lady Stephanie allows me to cum and release my cum into her mouth. Lady Stephanie doesn't swallow my cum, she keeps it in her mouth until I finish cumming, and that's when she kisses Heather again sharing my seed.

"Your turn;" Lady Stephanie says to me laying down on the bed with Heather next to her.

I smile and climb onto the bed placing myself in the middle of the two women, so that way I can service them perfectly. I kiss first Lady Stephanie and then Heather, moving down their bodies following the path I saw Lady Stephanie take a few minutes ago.

Heather can't stop moaning, on the other hand Lady Stephanie keeps her mouth shut, sure that I can't make her orgasm. I prove her wrong as soon as by popping her nipples I lower my mouth directly to her pussy and start to take my tongue inside. Every girl I have been with, has told me I have a magic tongue and fingers, and now I am employing them to bring Lady Stephanie and Heather to orgasm.

It takes me longer than expected to achieve my goal, and I smile as I watch Lady Stephanie look at me in surprise as she bursts into orgasm, although her slight moans of pleasure are eclipsed by Heather's screams as she reaches another orgasm.

Before I let Heather recover from her climax, I position myself between her legs and begin to fuck her. Her pussy fully lubricated after four orgasms, stretches easily despite it being her first time to make way for my cock, and the virginity she has guarded until today, is easily overcome allowing my cock to continue on its way without stopping until our bodies are glued to each other.

Once with my cock completely filling Heather's pussy, I begin to move my hips, gently withdrawing until I leave just the tip inside, to thrust hard until again our bodies collide. Having cum a few minutes ago, it doesn't look like I'm going to do it again, I think I could be fucking Heather for hours, unfortunately, the young woman bursts into a new orgasm that causes her to practically pass out from the pleasure built up in her body.

"Lie down on the bed and let's let Heather rest;" Lady Stephanie signals me by immediately positioning herself over my body, helping herself with one hand to align my cock with her pussy. When she is ready, she begins to lower her whole body onto mine, impaling herself slowly, inch by inch, as if she wants this moment to go on forever.

I close my eyes, letting myself be carried away by pleasure, I don't want to open them and discover that it was all a dream, one more of the many dreams I've had during the nights I slept in the palace, where I saw myself fucking Lady Stephanie or Princess Nabila, and that ended when I cum on the sheets of my bed.

"Open your eyes and look at me, I'm not going to disappear when you do;" Lady Stephanie tells me reading my mind, continuing her descent on my cock until she is completely impaled on it.

Once all of my cock is inside Lady Stephanie's body I feel her pussy contract around it, squeezing hard as if she wants to suck it completely. Lady Stephanie controls everything that happens for the next few minutes, she moves up and down on my cock as she massages my balls again, at the same time making out with Heather while still playing with her nipples and caressing her clit.

The play lasts as long as Lady Stephanie wants, when she deems that enough is enough, she speeds up the movement of her body and fingers, causing Heather and I to climax simultaneously.

"I really enjoyed enjoying a young hard cock again and tasting your cum;" she tells me getting up from the bed. "Have fun, there is still a lot of night left;" Lady Stephanie says goodbye to us.

As if what happened meant nothing to her, Lady Stephanie leaves the room humming an old song from the mid-eighties, leaving Heather and I exhausted on the bed.

I follow Lady Stephanie's gaze as she leaves the room, as she closes the door I glance back at Heather, who shows on her sweaty face a broad smile.

"Another round?" she asks me.

I don't answer her, I simply bring my mouth to hers and we start kissing again.

"Here we are;" Omar comments bringing me back to the present as he stops the jeep at the main entrance of the palace.

To be continued...