Conquering Lazar

by Alta Hensley

  When Elbi fully awoke, she found an empty space beside her. It took her a few moments to remember the events of the previous day, to remember how she'd ended up in Malachi's bed. How warm he was, how soft, how protective… She bolted upright, immediately stricken with a deep fear that something had happened to him, however irrational it might have been.

  She jumped from the bed and ran into the other room, her heart pounding when she did not see him there either. The fire roared behind her, a skillet sizzled with eggs and the smell of biscuits greeted her nose. The door opened and he stepped in, momentarily silhouetted by the sunlight, which cast a halo about his head like some angelic figure. Elbi relaxed somewhat, wondering what she must look like, standing there wide-eyed and naked. She was so quick to jump the gun, to let her mind wander to the worst of possibilities.

  "Good morning," Malachi greeted, granting her a wide smile that made her heart skip a little beat. He scanned her body and said, "We have a busy day ahead. Go get dressed and come have some breakfast. I will then escort you to training."

  Chapter Seven

  The hot afternoon sun began to bake the courtyard, and the women were growing both physically and mentally exhausted with their lesson. Even the men had soaked through their uniforms with sweat, and though they did not let on that they were frustrated with what little progress the harem had made, Elbi, between her attempts at jabbing her soldier and breaking free of his grasp, could sense their growing impatience.

  Mistress Tula also looked less than pleased as she sat in a shadowy part of the courtyard, watching them all with scrutiny. Why she wasn't expected to train, Elbi didn't know. But she hated the way the woman watched her.

  "I cannot do any more of this today," Briar said, and she stepped away from her trainer immediately. "I do not feel well."

  "All right, ladies. That is enough for today," Nico gave in.

  The women let out a collective breath and began to walk their glistening bodies and damp heads of hair out of the courtyard. All of them were bedraggled. They were also emotionally spent.

  Elbi hung back. She watched Briar stretch her aching back, and believed she could see her crying. The soldiers were now on the far side of the courtyard, standing in the shade of an old date palm and chatting to each other. Elbi walked over to Briar and touched the small of her back.

  "Briar, are you sick? What's wrong?" she asked, her brow furrowed in genuine concern.

  Briar cast her eyes down to her feet and shook her head with a mixture of agony and anger.

  "I'm not sick. I'm just tired of waking up and preparing for war, then having nightmares about war, then waking up and starting the whole cycle again." Her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, but she still exuded a beauty that made Elbi jealous. "I overhear Donte talking with Malachi and his men, and what they say is terrifying."

  Elbi's heart stopped. "What… what do they say?"

  Briar opened her mouth to tell her and then shook her head. She began to whip around and walk away, but Elbi deftly snatched her wrist and pulled her back.

  The soldiers had noticed the exchange all at once and looked curiously over at the two women. Nico pardoned himself and walked over to them. "Is there a problem, ladies?" he asked.

  Somewhat ashamed, Elbi felt her cheeks brighten and she let go of Briar's wrist. Though she was embarrassed, she knew that Briar would open up to her eventually. She would get her alone, and she would find out what was really in store for them.

  "Let me handle this," Mistress Tula said as she came up from behind. "It is my job to oversee the harem's behavior and well-being. If Briar is ill, I shall attend to her."

  Briar quickly shook her head. "I'm not ill. I just—"

  "You had the training stopped because you declared you were ill." Mistress Tula grabbed Briar's arm and started to pull her toward the main building. "Come with me." She paused and looked over her shoulder. "Elbi, I think you should come as well. I want to make sure you have not caught anything from your friend."

  They followed Mistress Tula—albeit reluctantly—to the main building. This wasn't going to end well; Elbi knew that much.

  As they entered the living quarters, Mistress Tula ordered, "Remove your silks, find a corner and stand in it. I will return in a moment."

  The women both gave each other a knowing look. Both quickly removed their clothing, as ordered, and stood in separate corners, as close together as possible so they could still converse.

  "Where do you think she went?" Elbi whispered, feeling the cool air of the room against her naked flesh.

  "I don't know. But I don't have a good feeling about this."

  The door opened and Elbi could hear Mistress Tula dragging something into the room. It sounded heavy and bulky by the way the woman was huffing and puffing. Elbi wanted to turn around, but didn't dare. She had been on too many receiving ends of Mistress Tula's wrath. So instead she pressed her nose closer to the dusty corner. She hoped Mistress Tula would appreciate her compliant, good girl behavior.

  Goosebumps covered her skin as a chill worked up Elbi's spine. Part of it was the temperature of the barren room, and the other part was in anticipation of what was to come.

  "Briar, come over here and lie on the table. Put your feet in the stirrups. Elbi, you can come over and watch while you wait your turn."

  As they turned from their corner, Elbi saw that Mistress Tula had brought in an exam table and a tray of tools.

  "Do not look so surprised. The brothers were planning on turning Casen into a secondary harem until the war hit. So there are some necessary harem training tools here. I believe an exam should have been performed on every harem girl upon entering Casen, but for now we will start with Briar."

  Briar quickly did as she was asked. The harem girl training in her was still very clear. Submission was not something Briar ever struggled with.

  Elbi went and stood next to the table as directed by Mistress Tula's hand gesture.

  Mistress Tula gloved up and spread Briar's legs even more. "Scoot your bottom to the edge."

  Briar did as she asked, glanced at Elbi and then closed her eyes. Her face was bright red, and she grimaced as the first implement went inside her. Elbi didn't want to look at the metal tools going into Briar's vagina. They scared her, and since she was probably next, she really didn't want to know what was going to go inside her own body. Some things were better not known.

  After a few moments, Mistress Tula broke the silence. "You are not a virgin anymore!"

  Briar sat up instantly, looking stunned at the accusation.

  "You are no harem girl! You will be cast off from here!" Mistress Tula stood up, with fury burning in her eyes. She looked over at Elbi. "Are you still a virgin?" The anger made the woman look crazy.

  Elbi nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, Mistress Tula." Panic sank in. Elbi wasn't sure what all this meant. She looked at Briar, who still sat with her mouth open and eyes wide.

  "Briar, stand up and lean over the bed this instant!"

  Briar quickly scrambled off the exam table and leaned over as directed. She stuck her bottom out—she was no novice to being punished. Mistress Tula walked over to a trunk against the wall and pulled out a leather belt. Elbi swallowed back her fear. She was about to watch her friend get whipped by a belt.

  Mistress Tula wasted no time and offered no warm up. She rained lash after lash of the belt on a howling Briar. She offered no mercy as the welts criss-crossed poor Briar's bottom. Briar rose on her toes and screamed out with every whip of the belt.

  Elbi had never seen anyone punished so severely. Over and over, the belting continued. Elbi cried for her friend and struggled not to step in to save her. She stood helpless, not sure what to do. Not sure if she was next. Not sure of anything except that her friend was getting the punishment of a lifetime. Briar screamed and pleaded, begging for mercy. But Mistress Tula continued. Just when Elbi was going to run screaming from the room for help, as foolish as that might have been, the spanking ended.


  "Both of you get on your arms and knees. Face down and bums high in the air. Now!" she screeched, when Elbi and Briar hesitated.

  The two women did as she asked, never glancing at each other for fear of what Mistress Tula would do. Elbi knew what this position meant. Something was going to happen anally. Any question of that was quickly remedied by Mistress Tula walking around them.

  "You girls must be cleansed. Clearly it is overdue." And with that, a nozzle for an enema was shoved into Elbi's tight hole. She couldn't help but cry out. Mostly due to the surprise, but also because it appeared no lubrication was used, and the entrance past her puckered skin wasn't very smooth. Briar gasped a second later, as the same intrusion happened to her.

  Mistress Tula started to pump the nozzle in and out of Elbi's dry bottom hole. By the sounds of Briar, it seemed as if Mistress Tula was doing the same to her with her other hand. She was relentlessly ass fucking both of them with the enema nozzle.

  "You will take this enema while I go find one of the brothers and tell him of Briar's deflowering." Mistress Tula punctuated each word of her sentence with a thrust of the dry nozzle. Each aggressive thrust rubbed Elbi's puckered hole raw. She gasped and wiggled, but she tried her best to take the enema without complaint for fear that she, too, would get a belting.

  Mistress Tula stood and turned on the enema. It wasn't long until the cool fluid began to enter Briar's channel. She hated enemas, but if this meant no more ass fucking by a plastic nozzle, then she was happy to receive it.

  "I will be back. Neither one of you move, or a whipping will follow." Footsteps were all that could be heard until the closing of the door.

  As the door closed, Elbi asked, "Briar, are you all right?" Briar was only inches from her, so she didn't have to speak very loudly.

  Briar lifted her tear-stained face and said, "Yes. I will be fine."

  "I've never seen someone get spanked so badly. Are you in pain?"

  Briar shook her head. "I'm fine. Please don't worry." She grimaced as no doubt the cramping began—as it did with Elbi.

  Elbi moaned, suddenly wanting to evacuate her bowels. She breathed through it and tried to continue talking. "You aren't a virgin?" She couldn't help but worry whether Briar would indeed be cast out.

  "No, I'm not. My virginity and my body belong to Donte." She smiled and huffed. "I'm sure Mistress Tula will feel quite the fool when she finds out."

  "Well, why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you stop her from whipping you?" Elbi couldn't believe what she was hearing.

  "I was shocked. I wasn't prepared to tell anyone. And I wasn't sure if Donte wanted the information to be shared."

  The fluid seemed to stop flowing from the nozzle in her ass, but that meant it was all inside her now. The cramping grew, and Elbi needed to release the pressure soon. She rocked from side to side and moaned. She couldn't focus on Briar anymore. Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, Briar reached under her and began rubbing her lower abdomen. The position was awkward, since Briar was still also on all fours, but it was obvious she was more worried about Elbi's comfort than her own.

  "Just take deep breaths," Briar soothed, as she continued to lightly massage Elbi's lower belly. The massage seemed to help—but not enough.

  "Ahhh I can't! I can't hold it any longer." Elbi panicked. She knew that if she released her enema, a belt lashing would follow. And she knew she was not nearly as strong as Briar. Clenching her bottom only made the nozzle in the enema feel more intense. But if she didn't, she feared what would happen.

  Briar removed her hand quickly when the door suddenly opened. Mistress Tula came storming in and placed two buckets in front of both of them. "Evacuate your bowels in the buckets. Two guards are on the other side of the door to take you both back to your quarters." She walked away and back to the door. "Tell your guardians that you are cleansed for them and prepared if they desire to take you in the asshole." The door slammed closed behind her.

  Elbi didn't waste any time, nor did Briar. They both sat on their buckets and allowed the explosive release. Even though Elbi was doing this in front of her friend, the humiliation was excruciating. She tried not to look at Briar, even though their buckets were almost touching.

  As they both exited the room in shame, neither said a word to each other. Elbi had no choice but to head to Malachi's rooms and hope this incident would just disappear.

  Chapter Eight

  "Thank you for bringing her home," Malachi told the soldier escorting her to the door.

  "Not a problem, sir." The soldier started to walk away, then stopped and turned around. "There was an incident between her and Briar you may want to talk to her about," he said, crushing any chance Elbi had of hiding it from Malachi. "I do believe Mistress Tula handled it, though."

  Malachi tilted his head and examined Elbi, who'd suddenly frozen in her spot. "Thank you again for escorting her home." He then reached for her hand and pulled her inside the small house.

  She glanced down and blushed, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

  "Would you like to tell me what happened today?" he asked, wasting no time.

  She took a deep breath and decided that the only chance of this evening ending well was to be honest. "Briar ended training because she said she didn't feel well, but when I asked her about it, she said she was fine. But then she told me she had heard some scary information while eavesdropping on Donte, and I was trying to find out what it was." Elbi realized she'd been holding her breath while telling the story, and forced herself to exhale slowly. She knew she was rambling, but she was trying to say as much as she could before losing her courage. "I guess we got the attention of Nico and Mistress Tula, and well…" She took another deep breath. "Mistress Tula made us follow her to the main building."

  "For what purpose?" Malachi walked over to a chair and sat down, a contemplative look on his face.

  "To examine Briar, to make sure she wasn't ill."

  "Why did she have you come along?"

  "She wanted to make sure I didn't catch anything from Briar, I guess."

  "Is that all?"

  "No. Mistress Tula discovered that Briar was no longer a virgin. She spanked… actually, more like whipped Briar for it. When she went to tell Donte the news, she made Briar and I wait while receiving an…" Elbi couldn't get out the last word. Humiliation washed over her.

  Malachi raised an eyebrow, anger clearly forming on his face. "What? While receiving what?"

  "An… an enema. She wanted me to tell you that I have been cleansed for you now." If embarrassment could kill, Elbi would be dead.

  He slammed his hand down on the table and stood there, with fury in his eyes. Elbi took a few steps back in fear.

  "I want you to lock the door behind me and stay here. Do not leave or allow anyone in. Do not defy me!" he shouted, heading for the door without any explanation, slamming it behind him.

  Elbi was mortified at his reaction, brought to tears even, when he stormed from the house and left her alone. She sat down on the end of the bed, her fingers trembling with fright. What had she done so wrong? Surely he was upset with her now. She could only hope that whatever punishment he decided to dole out to her for her wrongdoing would not be too harsh.

  She buried her face in her hands, doing her best to quiet her tears, to stop their flow. Her shoulders shook gently, all the shame and humiliation from the day rushing at her all at once. She did not hear him come back into the house, nor did she hear the soft groan of the front door as he opened it over the sounds of her own sobs.

  The next thing she knew, his arms were wrapped around her, pulling her against his body, stroking her hair, soothing her. Her hands pressed to his chest, her cheek against his shoulder, she continued to cry, unable to stop.

  "I did not mean to upset you. I'm sorry," he said, his voice strong and smooth as he held her. "Seeing you crying like this breaks my heart to know I caused it. I never meant to frighten you. It was the last thing I wanted. I los
t my temper, and I am sorry for that."

  "It's all right. I am sorry for getting in trouble." She sniffled, feeling quite foolish for being so upset over something like this. She really did want to work on not crying all the time.

  "No, it is not all right. Mistress Tula had no place, or directive, to do what she did. Briar's discipline should belong to Donte, as yours should belong to me."

  She looked up at him, her face streaked with tears, her eyes still glistening. "I belong to you?"

  Malachi nodded. "As long as you reside with me and are under my protection, yes." He reached down and rubbed his thumb over her cheeks, wiping away the stray tears that threatened to fall from them.

  She sighed gently when he touched her face, looking at him with compassion, taking his hand in hers and lacing their fingers. "Am I in trouble? Are you going to discipline me?"

  "Do you believe you did anything to be disciplined for?"

  Elbi shook her head. "No. It was confusing why we were being punished by Mistress Tula."

  "Then of course I am not going to punish you."

  She bit her lower lip, her eyes drifting to the floor. "But you were angry with me. You shouted and left."

  He stroked her hair with the back of his hand. "I was angry with Mistress Tula and left to address the situation with Donte." Elbi looked at him with her eyes wide. "Donte is not pleased either and will be handling it," he added.

  Her gaze met his just moments before she found her lips captured in a passionate kiss. She had never been kissed before. Not like this, at least. His mouth pressed firmly, dominating hers as only Malachi could do, but his tongue pushed past her lips with the gentlest entrance, softly dancing against hers. She returned the kiss with the same level of passion. Not because it was her duty to do so. Not because she was a harem girl trained to please her master, but because she had never wanted something like this before. Something so simple and yet so powerful at the same time.