Slaves of Love

by Carew, Opal

  But his gaze simply returned to Keern. Maybe he hadn’t seen her after all.

  “What do I do with her now?” Keern asked.

  “Take her home and marry her,” the other man answered.

  “That’s insane. I told you, she’s responsible for Will’s death.”

  “So punish her by making her keep your house and bear your children.”

  “You’re no help, Jak.”

  “I am trying, my friend, but you don’t make this easy. You obviously love the woman. I’m trying to help you realize it.”

  Shena’s heart thudded. Could it be true?

  Chapter Eleven

  Keern glared at Jakmerah. The man was a good friend, but did he have to be so overbearing in his opinions?

  “I don’t love her.”

  Jakmerah made a scoffing sound. “Look, you keep saying she’s responsible for your brother’s death, but she did not wield the sword -- her father did. And you do not know what she told her father because you have not asked her.”

  Keern slapped his hands on the arms of the chair and pushed himself to his feet. “She will only lie.” He paced across the room.

  “Even if she did tell her father you defiled her, he must not have believed it, because she was sold to the slavers as a virgin, and it is widely known that they verify this. If he believed you stole her innocence, why would he, or anyone in his household, still believe she was pure?”

  “Maybe whoever sold her tried to ...”

  A vivid picture slammed across his vision of some ham-handed oaf laying his hands on her ... tearing her clothes ... touching her soft skin ... hurting her.

  Just like he himself had. Shet’ra!

  “Do you think if a man ‘tried to’ with a woman like that, he would stop just because he came into contact with her maidenhead?”

  “One greedy for money might.”

  “You have eyes. No matter how greedy the man, faced with her beauty, he would not stop.”

  “I did.”

  “That, my friend, is because you love her.”

  His fists clenched. “I don’t love her.”

  “Fine, you don’t love her. So what do you intend to do with her?”

  Keern paced some more, rubbing his chin. “Her father is dead, so she has no family or home to go back to. Would you keep her here?”

  Jakmerah nodded. “If you wish it, my friend.” He sat back in his chair, scratching his chin, a thoughtful look in his eye. “My brother is looking for a concubine to add to his collection. She would be well-treated there, and loved often. He ensures that he visits each of his women several times every month.”

  The muscles in Keern’s jaw tensed painfully.

  “Or perhaps I will keep her myself. I have not had a virgin in a very long time.” Jakmerah raised an eyebrow. “She is still a virgin?”

  “Yes,” Keern grated, hating the thought of any man touching her, even his good friend Jakmerah.

  Especially his good friend Jakmerah. Keern was sure he kept his women well satisfied, and the thought of Shena stretched out on Jak’s bed, moaning his name, begging for his hands and body to pleasure her, tore at his insides.

  “Good. I could always give her to my brother afterward. I don’t need an addition to my harem, and my brother will be honored if I break her in for him.”

  “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

  “I see. Would you like me to keep her as a harem slave, where no man will ever see her? Keep her a virgin forever?”

  Keern scowled. “I’m tired of this conversation. It’s been a long day. I’m turning in.”

  “Fine, we’ll talk again tomorrow.” Jakmerah took a sip of his wine. “You go ahead and sleep. I’ll let myself out after I finish my wine.”

  Keern nodded and strode to the second bedroom of the suite.

  Shena watched Keern disappear behind another door. As soon as the door closed, the man named Jak stood up and strolled toward her room. Her eyes widened as she realized he had to have seen her. She backed away. He pushed the door open and stared right at her.

  “Tell me one thing,” he said. “Do you love Keern?”

  Dumbfounded, she didn’t know what to say.

  “Don’t think about it. Just answer.”

  “Yes.” Astounded, she knew absolutely it was the truth.

  He smiled. “Good.” He sat down. “Then let me give you some advice.”

  * * * * *

  Shena sat listening to the young women with fascination. They were here at Jakmerah’s bidding, to teach her the secrets of seducing a man.

  “I think we need to show her,” Gheni told her companion, Dania.

  Dania giggled and dropped her robe to the floor, then tugged off her bejeweled bra, revealing large, round breasts. Her areolas were as big around as daisies, and her breasts were firm. As she slipped her skirt down over her hips, Gheni shed her own clothing. Her breasts were a little smaller, and the areolas were the size of small buttercups.

  “If you want to drive a man to distraction,” Gheni said, “then touch yourself. Like this.” She ran her fingers across her nipples, and they pebbled immediately. She plucked at them, and they tightened and thrust out.

  “The only thing that gets them more aroused is if you touch another woman,” Dania said, dropping her panties onto the floor.

  Both women stood naked.

  “That’s right,” Gheni said as she approached Dania from behind.

  Gheni slid her arms around Dania and stroked up her ribcage, then cupped the woman’s breasts. Dania leaned back against Gheni, resting her head on Gheni’s shoulder, eyes falling closed as Gheni stroked and tweaked her breasts until they thrust forward in obvious excitement. She slid her left hand down Dania’s stomach as she cupped one breast with her right hand.

  Dania sighed as Gheni slid her fingers between Dania’s legs.

  “Dania, you’re already wet,” she crooned.

  “What do you expect? You know exactly how to touch me.” Dania sighed.

  “Gheni. Dania. You’re supposed to be helping Shena, not yourselves.”

  Shena’s gaze shot to the door, her cheeks flaring with heat at the sight of Jakmerah standing in the doorway. He did not look angry -- in fact, he smiled indulgently at the two women. As a testament to the truth of what the women had been telling her about arousing a man, she could see proof of his arousal by a growing bulge along the seam of his trousers.

  The women giggled and stepped toward Shena.

  “Come on. We’ll show you.”

  One woman started to lift the hem of Shena’s gown.

  “No.” Shena skittered back.

  “Stop,” Jakmerah commanded. “She will not be comfortable. And if you undress her in front of me, I will not be comfortable. Not and leave her for Keern.”

  The women stepped away from Shena, and she relaxed a little.

  “What would you like us to do now?” Gheni asked Jakmerah.

  “Stay focused on showing her what to do to enamor her man. Remember, she will not have another woman to tempt him with.” He raised a hand as if to stave off offers from them. “And I’m sure she will not want one. Now, proceed with her lessons.”

  He made no move to leave.

  The women smiled, and Gheni lay down on the bed. “I will be the man, and Dania will be you, Shena.”

  Dania stood in front of Gheni and swayed her hips back and forth, running her hands up her body, cupping her breasts, then running down again. She stroked her fingers over her nipples, pinching them lightly. They puckered and thrust outward. She sashayed toward the bed and crawled over Gheni, settling over her hips. She leaned forward, cupping one of her breasts and offering it to Gheni, who smiled and leaned forward to suck the nipple into her mouth, making Dania gasp.

  “Oh, yes,” Dania cried.

  Gheni slid her fingers to Dania’s dark curls, and Dania cried out again.

  “Oh, Gheni, touch me. Slide your fingers inside me.”

  “Ladies, this is a
truly wonderful spectacle, but I think you need to give Shena some specific techniques she can use.” Jakmerah’s voice was slightly hoarse, and his bulge had grown.

  Dania stood up and retrieved a banana from the table. She pulled back the peel slowly, deliberately.

  “Maybe I should show her how to please a man with her mouth.” She discarded the peel and licked the banana from one end to the other, then sucked the end into her mouth. She sucked with a rapid pulsing rhythm, her cheeks hollowing.

  Jakmerah’s eyes glazed.

  “Dania, bring that over here.” Dania followed Gheni’s instructions, and Gheni slipped the end of the banana into her vagina. It curved upward, looking like an erect penis.

  “Yum.” Dania climbed on top of Gheni and licked, starting at Gheni’s curls, eliciting a groan, then sliding the length of the fruit. She slipped her mouth over the end of the banana, drawing it inside. She took it deeper and deeper. She stopped about two inches from Gheni, and then her eyes lit up and she slid off again. She pushed on the banana, easing it into Gheni a couple of inches.

  “Oh, yes,” Gheni moaned.

  Dania covered the banana with her mouth again and took it in until she reached Gheni’s curls. Then she twirled around the fruit and her tongue flicked out, stroking Gheni’s clitoris.

  Then the banana broke.

  Dania chewed it and swallowed, then licked Gheni, sucking until she’d drawn the rest of the banana partway out. She licked around it, sucked, licked, sucked, munched. Gheni arched and moaned. Dania thrust her tongue inside, her hands sliding up to grasp Gheni’s breasts. Gheni bucked and gasped as Dania continued to pleasure her. Her groans increased until she screamed in ecstasy. Dania smiled and kissed her companion on the lips. They embraced for several moments, then turned to Jakmerah.

  “Our banana is broken. Whatever will we do now?” Dania pouted.

  “Yes, poor Dania is left unsatisfied,” Gheni added.

  Both women looked at Jakmerah with big eyes.

  “Well, you two were being so creative, I didn’t have the opportunity to give you this. I thought it might be a useful teaching aid.”

  From a pouch at his hip, he pulled out a cucumber, about fifteen inches long.

  “Ohhhh.” Gheni grabbed it and shoved Dania onto the bed.

  Gently, she parted Dania’s legs and stroked her vagina, then eased the cucumber inside. She eased it out a little, then in again, out and in, going further inside each time. She stopped at about eight inches, then climbed on top of Dania and slid the other end of the cucumber inside her own vagina. Gheni started moving on top of Dania, sliding the cucumber deeper inside herself until their two vaginas met, joined by the long green cylinder. Shena could see a small band of the green vegetable between their two bodies as they moved. Gheni tilted her pelvis and spiraled it around. Dania shifted up and down. They both started to moan. Dania licked Gheni’s breasts, and Gheni stroked Dania’s. Their moans increased until they both cried out in climax.

  They both lay back on the bed, laughing.

  “Jakmerah, you naughty man. You distracted us even more. Shena won’t need to know how to do that.”

  “Maybe not that exactly,” he answered, his voice hoarse, “but she is learning about being uninhibited and creative.”

  Both women got up and approached Jakmerah.

  “I think what she needs to see,” Gheni said as she and Dania stripped away his clothing, “is a demonstration on a real man.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Each woman took one of Jakmerah’s hands and led him to the bed. He lay back and let Dania stroke his fully extended cock.

  “You see how beautiful it is?” Dania asked Shena. “Would you like to touch it?”

  Shena shook her head vehemently, staying close to the wall, as far from the bed as she could get.

  Dania stroked the very tip of Jakmerah’s erect penis and showed Shena a clear drop of liquid on her fingertip, then took it on her tongue.

  “Your man will love it when you taste him. And he will love to taste you.”

  Jakmerah gestured for Gheni to approach him. She crawled over his face. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and thrust out his long tongue to lick her.

  Dania wrapped her hands around Jakmerah’s slender but very long cock. She worked her hand up and down, sliding along his length.

  “The head is very sensitive. Gliding your tongue around the tip is a wonderful way to start.” She illustrated her point, her pink tongue curling around the bulbous end of his penis.

  Gheni shifted back and forth in an increasing rhythm over Jakmerah’s face as Dania stroked his cock with her tongue.

  “Cover him with your mouth and slowly work deeper.” She took Jakmerah’s erection in her mouth, sliding up and down on it, taking it deeper each time.

  Gheni started moaning.

  “He’ll like to be sucked on. Suck hard and deep, but sometimes gentle, and sometimes just lick him.”

  Gheni’s moans came faster, and Dania drew his cock deep into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard and fast.

  “Oh, yes, Jakmerah. Yes!” Gheni cried.

  Shena could see Jakmerah’s mouth moving busily on Gheni as she gasped, then stiffened.

  “Ohhh,” she wailed, her cry intensifying until finally she moaned loud and long. Her climax seemed to vibrate through everyone in the room.

  Finally, she slumped. Jakmerah released her thighs, and she sank down beside him on the bed. She leaned over and kissed him, long and lingering, her hair streaming over his face. She smiled and lay back on the bed, watching Dania’s head bob up and down on his cock.

  “Dania, come here.” Jakmerah opened his arms to her, and she released his erection from her mouth.

  She climbed on top of him, and Shena sucked in a breath as Dania impaled herself on his raging-red cock. Jakmerah grasped her hips as she bounced up and down. Two, three, four times, and then they both groaned. Jakmerah’s face tensed. Shena could see the base of his penis every time Dania shifted upwards before grinding down. They picked up their pace, her body thrusting down on him, swallowing him, over and over again. Faster and faster. Dania’s voice rose in a wail of intense release.

  Shena could feel the wetness between her own legs. She ached for a man inside her. Her breasts swelled with the need for a man’s hands on her. Keern’s hands. Keern’s hard, rigid cock. She wanted it in her mouth, then inside her, thrusting like Jakmerah was doing with Dania.

  Dania’s moan trailed away, and Jakmerah let out a loud guttural sound. Dania smiled down at Jakmerah. She kissed him tenderly, their tongues entwining, then eased herself off his cock and stood up. She gathered her clothes and pulled them on, then approached Shena. Dania gestured Shena to the chairs at the table in the corner, where they had a view of the couple still on the bed.

  Gheni sat up and licked Jakmerah’s not-so-rigid cock.

  “Mmm. You taste of Dania.”

  His cock hardened quickly as she sucked him.

  “You can’t see very well from here,” Dania said to Shena, “but she’s stroking his testicles. She cups them gently in her hands as she sucks on his penis. She’s probably swirling her tongue around him while he’s in her mouth, too.”

  “Now, my love.” Jakmerah’s loving words signaled Gheni to release his cock from her mouth. He rolled her onto her back and climbed over her, then placed the tip of his penis at her opening.

  Shena felt her body stiffen.

  “What’s wrong?” Dania asked.

  “Won’t this hurt her?”

  Dania smiled. “No, of course not. This isn’t her first time, but even if it was, when the man is gentle and loving, it doesn’t hurt.”

  Jakmerah eased away from Gheni and looked at Shena. “You’re afraid, aren’t you? Because you’re a virgin?”

  His gentle, compassionate questions let loose the fear and horror she’d kept locked inside her for so long.

  “Yes. My father ...” She swallowed, searching for words. “He
gave a young woman to his soldiers ...” The ghastly scene flashed through her mind again, and tears streamed from her eyes. “He made me watch as they ... as they ...” Her throat choked up and she couldn’t continue.

  Jakmerah spat sharp words in a language Shena didn’t understand, as Dania took Shena in her arms and held her, patting her back.

  “It’s all right. Go ahead and cry. It’s all right.”

  Shena sobbed in her arms for a few moments. Another hand stroked her back, and she looked up to see Jakmerah standing beside her, still fully naked. She couldn’t help but stare at his long, stiff cock jutting out over his belly.

  “Shena, that is not how it should be between a woman and a man. Your father was a very sick man. He allowed those men to brutally rape that girl.”