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Master
By Mommints

The usual disclaimers follow:  The character of Ardeth Bay belongs to Stephen Sommers and Universal Studios. No infringement intended. All other characters belong to the author.

This story is most certainly rated NC-17. 

There had to be a sequel to “Slave” especially after I discovered a book called “The Perfumed Garden”.  I started to imagine what kind of revenge Ardeth would extract on his captor now turned prisoner and what better way than to demonstrate with some of the positions described in chapter six.  Again I’ve kept the physical description of the queen minimal to perhaps allow you the reader to imagine yourself bending to Ardeth’s insurmountable will.  I hope you enjoy this next installment and of course, feedback is always appreciated at Mommint@msn.com.

“God, the magnificent, has said: ‘Women are your field.  Go upon your field as you like.’”

~*~

There were rumors…

Gossip.

Speculation.

Talk amongst those who had witnessed first hand the apparent change in their chieftain Ardeth Bay. A change brought on, they say, from his captivity six weeks ago at the hands of a tribe of women. Those who knew him well enough left him alone to his brooding thoughts; the foolish ones prodded him for information and were sent running for their lives. Ardeth would not allow time for theories or opinions from anyone that clashed with the ones who had been captured. Instead he focused with a keen awareness on the growing, almost frantic need that set his body on edge, made his breath catch in his throat and his heart beat heavy in his chest. It eroded his concentration and undermined his leadership.

It was time to put an end to the idle talk, quell the knowing glances and perhaps, allow him to erase the erotic images that still haunted his every waking moment.

~*~

There had been a battle…

Like silent and lethal apparitions, the Medjai had attacked and swarmed down over the sand dunes like a black flood. The battle cries of the warriors cut through the tranquility of the night like the sharp edge of a blade. They stormed the enemy’s camp, the commanders following a predetermined course devised by Ardeth and he led them to the area within the camp where they easily captured what they sought.

He dreamed of her, underneath his driving body, writhing in pleasure as her hands clung to him, her body milking from him a bittersweet response. Her soft cries of passion would arouse him to the point of madness where only the climax of their bodies pulsing together would bring release. He thirsted for her, wanted her like no other before and this obsession was disturbing in its intensity.

The soldiers were quickly subdued and gathered off to one side, helpless as they watched the warriors methodically search each tent. Several of the more seasoned officers strained against their captors when Ardeth appeared a moment later dragging behind him the resisting body of their queen. Angry shouts of denial filled the air as more and more of the attendants were brought forth, each an unwilling captive of a Medjai commander or sub-commander and spirited off into the night. Their protests fell unheeded as Ardeth mounted his stallion, the queen held prisoner within the strong embrace of his arms. She fought against him; fists pummeled his broad chest in an effort they both knew was futile. Ardeth would not let her go until his need for her was appeased.

The slave had suddenly become the master.

He would have her this one last time, pleasure her endlessly for three days just as she had done to him and finally…he would be free of her siren’s call. No longer tormented by the dreams that left him awake, alone and aroused.

The Medjai left the remains of the encampment and scattered like grains of sand thrown into the wind. One lone rider and prisoner headed eastwards, their destination known only to those closest to Ardeth and who did not question their chieftain’s decision. How could they when they knew all too well of the same burning desires that no amount of procrastination or contradiction could douse the flames?

~*~

There were rules and acknowledgement for the position of power…

Her body squirmed with the beginnings of arousal. Unconscious and completely at his mercy, a soft sigh managed to escape from her lips and she shifted again on the pallet. Ardeth watched as she subconsciously sought the hands that roamed over her body with a slow maddening purpose. As he observed her response, he continued to languidly skim his hands on her skin and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. His fingers roamed around the soft, lush feminine curves of his prisoner, familiarizing himself with the shape and contour of her body that would soon be conquered. Fingers spread outwards, palms flat against tender flesh; Ardeth continued his voyage of discovery and ignored the feeling of satisfaction that invaded his being. Soon she would be awake and begging for completion. Her arms were splayed and bound above her head, tied at the wrists as well as her legs. Her body, so pleasing to the eye, was revealed and vulnerable. Her breasts looked round and heavy, the rose colored nipples becoming tighter, harder.

Ardeth poured a few droplets of the special oil he had procured from the tribe’s healer and briskly rubbed his palms together, murmuring “Kull fi adil.” The heat caused by the friction of his skin rubbing together released the potent aroma and as it filled the air, Ardeth briefly closed his eyes as memories from another time invaded his mind.

Hands that slowly and methodically rubbed the oil over his body, swirling and teasing his nipples as he groaned from pleasure…

Ardeth knelt over his prisoner and gently massaged the oil onto her skin, leaving no part of her body untouched or unexplored. He rubbed his hands over her shoulders; long tapered fingers following an undetermined course that only instinct dictated, that desire commanded. He touched the slim column of her neck, his hands danced along the delicate line of her collarbone and eased down the voluptuous swell of her breasts. Easily they cupped the lush mounds from the undersides, the weight of them fitting perfectly in his hands. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs across the nipples and heard the low moan of desire that heralded awareness coming back to the queen.

Ardeth explored the outline of her torso next, the oil accenting the definition of her body as it gently dipped down into a waist then flared out to her hips.  He toyed with her navel for a moment, intrigued as she involuntarily flinched from his touch and he filed that discovery away for later use. The firm yet silky softness of her thighs came next; Ardeth purposely avoided the triangle of dark curls that hid the core of her womanhood from view. He ran the tip of one finger from one hip to the other, all too aware of the gasp the followed his ministrations, as he continued his leisurely perusal. He traced the invisible outline of her lower body over and over, dark eyes intently focused on the next spot for exploration.

“I demand my freedom,” a soft voice commanded.

“You hold no power over me,” Ardeth replied and glanced up. She watched him intently, unsuccessfully trying to hide the desire that was evident in her eyes. “You may have command over your loyal subjects but here, I am the king. I am the one who establishes the rules of engagement.”

“What do you intend to do with me?” she asked the obvious question. She pulled against the silk bindings around her wrists and seemed surprised at the flimsy restraints.

Ardeth shrugged off his robes, revealing his body in its naked and muscular splendor. He positioned himself on the pallet down by her hips and glanced up at the queen, an uncharacteristically sly grin on his face. With infinite care and precision, his fingers parted the curls the covered the outer lips of her womanhood and slowly, he began the final exploration of her body. “I intend,” he murmured as he found the tiny bundle of nerves that grew pebble hard at his touch, “to forget you.” He brushed his fingers over it, around it, teasing it and noted with male arrogance and satisfaction that her body started to writhe in response. “I intend,” he continued when his fingers slipped between the folds of her nether lips and slowly trailed downwards, towards the moist opening of her body, “to make love to you until I have finally purged you from my mind and soul.” Her body arched off the pallet when Ardeth slowly inserted one long finger into her sheath and he uttered a dark curse, stunned at the liquid heat that surrounded it.

“I will,” Ardeth continued hoarsely as he inserted another finger, amazed at the silky hot flesh that greeted him, “take you in lebeuss el djoureb until you scream from frustration. And when your body is pliant and willing, shaking from the denial of your release, I will take you in el kebachi and you will submit to me.” His fingers, so deep inside of her, rubbed against one side of her sheath and she cried out, unable to hide the pleasure that coursed through her body.  Ardeth inserted a third finger and slowly withdrew them, curving them to rub against the walls of her body. He looked up to find her staring at him, her eyes wide and luminous with passion. A fleeting thought furrowed his brow:  perhaps she wanted this as much as he did. Shrugging off the thought, he continued his erotic dissertation.

“And to reward you for your submissiveness, I will finally take you dok el arz as we feast off each other,” Ardeth finally concluded and slid his fingers into her again, watching as they easily slid in up to the knuckle.

“You can try…” she panted and dropped her head back down to the pallet.

“There is no trying, my queen,” Ardeth laughed and starting moving his fingers in a mimic of what his body would soon do. His shaft nestled between his legs was engorged and achingly hard, ready to plunge into her hot, moist depths. Ready to explode himself into the mystery of her body. “The game has already begun….”

~*~

There was the sweetest revenge…

“Close your eyes and tell me what you see,” Ardeth’s voice demanded, hoarse with his own need.  He gave a low chuckle when he saw her squirm as he slowly moved up her body, teasingly brushing against her soft skin.  He felt a tremor of excitement race through him, how enthralling it was for her being bound and on display for him.  Although she fought his burning touch, her body contradicted her cries of outrage and displeasure and arched up towards him, breasts heavy with lust and excitement. 

“I will tell you nothing,” she cried out and tried to twist away from Ardeth as covered her with his body.  “Release me or by all that is holy I swear there will be war.”

Ardeth ignored her outburst and positioned himself between her legs.  He leaned down and with his finger penetrated her delicately, dipping into the sultry feminine dew that had pooled inside her hot, receptive sheath.  He spread it lavishly around until her entire vulva was slick and soft then slid down her trembling body.   He nuzzled her navel, covered her abdomen with slow dragging kisses that scraped his beard over her skin.  He heard her moan and felt her shiver.  His tongue flicked out and tasted the soft skin of her thighs, hipbones and explored all the valleys and curves of her body.  Alternately he kissed and nibbled, lavished a wet blazing trail with his mouth until he came to rest at the junction of her thighs.  One hand brushed over the soft curls, barely touching them, his concentration focused on the revealing the treasure hidden within. 

“Tell me what you see,” Ardeth whispered. He caressed her slowly, tirelessly, with maddening thoroughness until she was moving restlessly beneath his hands. 

“I see nothing,” she gasped.  Too late she tried to close her legs and stop Ardeth’s bittersweet invasion but he would not be deterred. 

“Tell me what you see,” Ardeth commanded again.  He lowered his head and with an indescribable tenderness slid his tongue along the wet folds of her exposed sex.  He brought his hands underneath her surging hips to hold her captive as he continued to torture her, his tongue dipping in to taste the sweet flavor of her body.  He lapped at her juices, inhaled her unique and womanly fragrance and built up the tension within her body.  He pushed her towards the edge of her release, towards the crest and when he felt her body start to stiffen he intentionally stopped. 

She cried out with disappointment mingled with sorrow, unable to hide the small groan that escaped from her throat.  With renewed desperation, she pulled at her restraints.  Curses mingled with small breathless cries, she tried to defy her captor even as he swiftly conquered her writhing body and settled himself between her legs. 

“Tell me what you see,” Ardeth asked with a maddening repetitiveness.  Slowly, deliberately he pushed himself until the tip of his shaft nestled between the soft wet folds of her sex.  He rocked against her, his manhood sliding easily and sandwiched between the slick lips, the heat of her body extracting a moan of pleasure from him. Leisurely he rocked against her, sliding himself up and down the small length of her, the tip of him grazing over the small hard bundle of nerves that undoubtedly proclaimed her arousal.  He pushed her towards an orgasm, watching the telltale signs as her body tightened on the brink of her release and stopped with careful calculation, just as he had done before and would do so again and again.

“Lebeuss el djoureb.” She sobbed her awareness of what Ardeth was doing to her and renewed her fight against him.  She tossed her head back and forth on the pallet, her face contoured with sublime pleasure mixed with pain as Ardeth continued to nudge her towards a release then expertly made her body retreat. 

“That is not what you see, my queen,” Ardeth groaned.  His arms shook from supporting the weight of his upper body and the price extracted from him not being able to sink into the welcoming heat of her body.  He guided the bulbous tip of his throbbing manhood to her little hard nub again and rotated his hips, swirling it over and around it again and again.  He watched as she continued to fight, to battle against what he was so masterfully doing to her but in the end, no matter the cost, Ardeth would be the victor.  The clash of wills would end and he would be satisfied.

Or so he thought…

~*~

Time passed.

It melted down into intervals, of heat and passion, of control and defiance.  Ardeth took great care of his slave, stopping only for enough nourishment to sustain himself and the queen as he continued his erotic assault on her body and senses.  It amazed him that she still possessed the strength to defy him even as he expertly and cleverly manipulated her body through endless rounds of foreplay.  She was still captive, her arms and legs tied and splayed her body rigid from the prolonged pleasure and denied fulfillment. 

She had escaped once, finally ripping through the silken bindings on her hands and legs in a wild attempt to be free of him.  He had caught her naked, struggling body and pulled it against him before she could lunge through the tent flaps and the freedom that lay so enticingly beyond.  Effortlessly he quelled her struggles and dumped her unceremoniously back onto the pallet then covered her wiggling body with his hard length.  The price of her disobedience was to bind her again with ropes, although underneath her delicate skin was covered with small protective strips of silk.  The lesson was to take her like the beasts in the field, finally allowing both of them an immeasurable amount of satisfaction.

At every turn she fought him, both vocally and physically even though the latter was futile and ineffective.  Ignoring her tirades, Ardeth turned her body over, purposely twisting her hands but allowing her legs to remain unfettered so he could wedge himself between them.  He elevated her hips on a small stack of pillows and this position exposed her body to his appreciate view.  She had just started to curse him again when he silenced her with a softly spoken statement.  “ir-raHman Allah, you are perfect,” he murmured and reached down to gently caress her bottom.  “You are beautiful here, so cool and pink yet,” his fingers lightly trailed up and down the parted folds of her skin, and then dipped inside her sheath to feel the heat from her sultry juices, “so hot and moist here with your desire.”

Despite her stubborn silence, Ardeth positioned himself behind her, not realizing he represented a dark and looming presence.  His fingers dipped teasingly into her sheath and extracted a small amount of her womanly dew that he rubbed over the head of his shaft, preparing them both for his swift and sudden entry.  He shoved himself into her, both of them crying out at his invasion and through clenched teeth, he reestablished his vocal dominance.

“Tell me what you see,” he asked and set a swift rhythm, blindly pounding into her receptive body.

The same answer came only this time with an echo of a defeated cry hidden it.  “I see nothing.”

Ardeth rocked against her, pushed himself deeper until he felt the throbbing entrance of her womb and he finally he allowed himself to be lost into the dark mystifying depths of her body.  His hands painfully gripped her hips as he quickly and savagely brought them both up towards a shattering climax and yet he still asked.  “What do you see?”

“El kebachi,” she sobbed and arched her back, her hands clawing at the pallet, one side of her face pressed against the covers.  She met him for every thrust, the miniscule muscles of her body clinging to his driving shaft and pulling him towards the inevitable conclusion. 

“Tell me,” Ardeth almost pleaded and a moment later, felt her body contract around his manhood.  He nudged her towards her explosive orgasm, and as her own cry of pleasure mingled with the delicious tightening of her body, Ardeth finally released his seed.  It spewed forth from his ramming body in a hot tidal wave of pleasure, made him throw his head back as a long guttural moan of satisfaction slid past his clenched teeth.  He shivered from the aftermath of his climax and slowly bent over her trembling body as the last tremor shook his body.

“I see you,” she finally yielded; her surrender mixed with soft despair.  “I only see you.”

~*~

On third day the rules inexplicably changed…

She uttered three simple words.  “Please release me.”

They hung in the air that was tainted with the scent of their lovemaking, shimmering with the reality that eventually Ardeth would indeed have to let her go.  As if to deny her eventual release, Ardeth altered his plans - to continue with his final lesson.  He made love to her over and over again, his appetite never satisfied but instead fueled by the need to be buried deep within her.  He bent her to his will, molded her body to comply with his sexual demand and took her from every angle, every position and milked from her response after shattering response.

Somehow the bonds that once held her captive were cast off, although Ardeth couldn’t admit to whether they were removed by mutual consent, by trust or by necessity.  All that mattered to him now was that he could hold her sweet body close to his own, their arms and legs thoroughly entwined.  More than once she had pulled him closer, her slim arms anchored around his neck, hands softly kneading his muscled back or resting on his buttocks as he drove his hard throbbing manhood into her receptive body.  She rained light sweet kisses over his face and neck, discovered the sensitive spot below one ear and nipped at his heated flesh, innocently stoking the fires of passion in him to the point where he was almost consumed. 

They ate, rested, bathed and reached for one another; each coupling bringing them closer to when Ardeth knew they would have to separate.  As if to sustain him once she had returned to her people, Ardeth couldn’t stop touching her and endlessly did so.  He kept the secrets he learned of her body and committed them to memory, never realizing they were also etched in his heart.  Long leisurely kisses and the gentle persuasion of his hands on her flesh silently communicated which way to move and eventually, Ardeth settled in a chair conveniently placed by the side of the pallet.  Wordlessly he beckoned for her to approach, his obsidian gaze focused intently on her face as she carefully settled herself on his lap.  His manhood jutted up proudly from the nest of dark curls between his thighs and for a brief moment, it pulsed against her stomach as she leaned forward to kiss him.  As their mouths feasted off one another’s, Ardeth gently took her hands and placed them on top of his shoulders, and then reached for her legs.  Using him for stability, Ardeth felt her press down on him for a brief moment as he placed each leg over the arm of the chair and exposed her womanhood.  She whimpered softly, perhaps from the total feeling of open vulnerability but then gasped when he grasped her buttocks and lifted her up and inward until her breasts were crushed against his chest.  His hard aching manhood lay directly underneath her and time seemed to suspend itself as she hovered over his shaft.

“Dok el arz,” she whispered.  Ardeth couldn’t respond.  Instead his breath left his lungs in a startled whoosh when she reached down to clasp him and guide him into her body.  Liquid heat surrounded his shaft as she slowly pushed herself onto him inch by torturous inch and with a low moan, Ardeth closed his eyes and dropped his head back.  Engulfed with the sense of completion, Ardeth lifted her body and slowly, relentlessly impaled her, pushing himself in deeper and deeper.  He looked down at how tightly their bodies were joined and a light sheen of perspiration dotted his face; they were so tightly meshed with curls nestled against soft curls. 

He needed to prolong this closeness; this union of two into one and to lose himself as her body miraculously opened and swallowed him.  It was almost unbearable, the encompassing heat, the musky scent of their combined arousals and the pressure from his release starting to build.  He captured her mouth and eased his tongue inside the moist sweet cavern and lifted her body up and down his length.  He set an awkward pattern, unable to stop from grinding against her every other stroke and it left them both gasping and straining for release.  He ground his pelvis against hers, their tongues dueled in a long heated kiss; they were belly to belly, mouth to mouth and they wildly and fervently feasted off each other.  

“Tell me what you see,” she cried out and the question caught him unawares; their bodies were slick with sweat and heat and hot with passion. Suddenly she erupted into an orgasm and she dug her nails into his skin, her head flung back and mouth opened to emit a scream that came out instead as a long series of whimpers.  Her sheath pulsed around Ardeth’s driving shaft and seconds later, his own orgasm consumed him.  He gave a hoarse shout as he poured himself into her, arms shaking, teeth clenched as his ejaculate spilled forth in one long blast. 

Reality interceded and with it the overwhelming need for sleep.  Ardeth called forth the last of his strength from deep within his inner reserves and somehow brought them back to the pallet.  They collapsed simultaneously, boneless and spent, arms entwined as sanity gradually returned.  They spooned together, the need to still touch one another almost as crucial as the need for air, food or water.  He felt her relax in his embrace, content as she snuggled against his warmth and Ardeth was helpless against the disturbing thought that suddenly came to mind.  If she was no longer his captive, was she no longer the enemy?

Reality rudely interceded again when he heard a voice call from the outside.  “My lord, forgive the intrusion but I bring grave news.”

~*~

Finally the end…

“…extremely fortunate the Nisqabali ambassadors did not want to issue a proclamation of war against the Medjai,” the elder fumed at Ardeth as he paced in front of the warrior.  “Honestly Ardeth I have no idea what prompted you to do something as foolish as abducting their queen…”

Ardeth looked out across the village square, partially ignoring the elder’s tirade since his mind was consumed with memories from the past few days.  The elder’s presence faded into the background when Ardeth’s attention was captured by the party of warriors escorting the queen back to her attendants.  He watched as she walked with a regal and graceful bearing, her head held high and posture defiant in the midst of her foes.  Only when she approached her horse did she finally stop and turn, instinctively knowing Ardeth was watching her.  For a moment, they gazes locked across the distance that separated them, neither one willing the other to break the contact until one attendant boldly pushed the queen to mount.

Ardeth watched as the procession rode out of the village and he finally whispered into the wind, “What do I see?  I see you.”

~*~

Translations:  

Kull fi adil - rough translation ‘all is fair’  

lebeuss el djoureb - man sitting between a woman’s outstretched legs and rubbing his manhood against her vulva until she is moist from the friction and shallow probes

el kebachi - a woman kneels on her hands and knees like the beasts in the fields

dok el arz - belly pressed to belly, mouth to mouth