An Arabian Tale (Reserved for Xuna)

A'isha servants hide in the secret carpment that only A'isha knew about, they feared the Visor, the princess had dissapered on their watch surely he would make them pay and until A'isha came back their lives were in danger. So they remained where they were. A'isha had stored foods and drinks and blankets there for it seemed that she had to hide them from the Vizer many a times he was a very violent man who had tried to take her servants to bed with him many times, so A'isha would hide them when he was drunk. But now they hide in there and prayed that A'isha wouldnt come back, something was wrong, and oh who the hoped she was safe but away from the vizor would probably be best for her. They knew that where they were they were safe. No one knew of this passage not even the king.

Meanwhile A'isha nodded to what Assan or Hanson as he had told her about the Caravan. She grew nervous she wasnt sure if she should go with him but she certainly could not go home right now. She bit her bottom lip and smiled. "Well I hope so I do miss my family so" As they broke down camp she wanted to help but she would hang back for now, to see how this group worked.

When she was pulled up A'isha turned to him sightly and whispered a "Thank you" Then in case they came upon anyone she covered her head and leaned againt his chest and sighed. She knew her home was far away and getting further away with everystep but this is how it had to be for now. So hoped soon that she would be able to return. And she hoped that her future husband hadnt caught wind of this. Her people would suffer greatly if another war broke out, peace was their only hope.

She felt so warm and soft in his arms as they rode. He put some distance between them and the city. He planned to ride a few hours into the night and then make camp again. Since he could not get any information on the woman that was to be his wife, he wanted to know more about the people. He had only known the cities soldiers and that was at the end of his sword. What were they like? Perhaps A'isha knew and could tell him. After all in a short time they would be his people as well. He would ask her when they stopped. At the moment though he was enjoying the feel of her in his arms. Perhaps if his wife to be was not all that good, he could see about taking A'isha as his slave.

The soldiers spread out through out the camps that surrounded the city, searching everywhere. The vizer grinned as he looked out over the city from his balcony. With his men giving the fake evidence to the Sultan, he figured the Prince would be getting a warmer reception then he thought.

A'isha settled comfortably in his arms, her warning alarms were going off like mad. Something was not right. Why were the vizor so eager to catch her, it would be one thing to say that the princess was gone but to call her a sex slave. That was low even for him. She thought back, he seemed to have it in for her. But for now she just wanted to feel his arms being a princess she had been sheltered only her servants and family have really touched her. And now this really handsome man was holding her close to him. She breathed in deeply and sighed. He even smelled so good. Why couldnt she marry him and not be pledged to some one? Then again he thought of her has a sex slave so she couldnt even think about that.


She wondered where they were going. She knew she was going further and further from her home and she longed to tell her father that she was okay, she feared for his health, he was getting up there in age and she hated to think that he would die of a broken heart thinking that she had run away from him. She snuggled into him and looked up at him. "How much further?" She asked forgetting that she was suppose to be a slave and silent.

A couple more hours and we will stop to make camp." he told her. He could smell the gentle aroma of her perfume. It was pleasent and the feel of her body against his was beginning to get to him. He could not help but smile. The Vizer would be highly pissed, having his slave escape him. Another insult to injury for the man that he had an immediate dislike for. He had been able to spirit her away and now was thinking of perhaps somehow making her his own.

He finally called a halt and he dismounted and easily lifted A'isha from the saddle and sat her feet on the ground. The camp was again set up, and the horses hobbled so they would not wander off in the night. It was late, and when his tent was erected, he made sure she was comfortably situated within.

A’isha nodded, a few more hours would take her far enough from the Visor that she would be abe to sleep well tonight. She shifted in his arms and allowed herself to melt right into his arms. Breathing in his scent. He smelled so wonderful, a mixture of what she could not really put a finger on. She searched and seached but for all of her might she could not place it. She knew that with him thinking she was a run away slave he might to try and have hs way, but she also figured that he was a man of good nature and wouldn’t do it until she was bought and paid for, then showing who she really was.

They rode and A’isha drank in the scenry she had never been this far from her Castle, least not in to open like this, sometimes in a covered caravan, but she had been sheltered, her father finding her too beautiful to share, but A’isha longed to be with her people. Now she was and she longed to be home, to tell her father that she was okay.

As they stopped and she was helped down she thanked him and watched the men set up camp and smiled to herself they were so quick to do everything, oh how it must be wonderful to travel around like this. As the tent was erected she turned to him. “Sir, please tel me about your homeland, I have seen nothing beyond m….the walls” She caught herself she was about to say ‘my land’ but did she catch herself in time for him?

Here he was wanting to talk to her about the people of the city and she asked him about his homeland. What should he tell her he thought. It would not hurt to tell her about his city and its people. From what he had seen the people were about the same. People worked hard to make a living, and in the desert it was always hard. Lands closer to the great seas had better land that was irrigated and produced crops. Further north there was more fertial lands. Here they grew what they could and some of the things were prized in other lands. Also they had mines that gold, and certain precious stone were mined.

"Well it is much like were we just came from." he told her. But the vizer there is a good man that helps the sultan see that the people are taken care of. There are always those that are poor because there is not enough work for them. The sultan tries to make sure there is work for those that need it, even if it means working in the mines. Those people that do are well paid and thier families taken care of while they are at the mines." he told her. "It is not a perfect place. There are problems and there are bad people. But the people do not fear the soldiers and the soldiers do not mistreat the people. Should a soldier try to use his status to intimidate some one to get what they want, they are punished severely. For with out the people, the city, the sultan and all the nobility are nothing."

He reached down and took a hand full of the sand. "Like here and where we were, the desert surrounds. It is a harsh mistress that if one is not careful will pay a terrible price."

A'isha nodded as he spoke. It seemed that their two lands were verymuch similar. Except of course the Vizer, the one from his homeland seemed so nice and respectiful, while the one from her land had let the power go to his head and he abused it, her people suffered, she had been kept from the harsh realties but she had still seen it. He was a nasty man and he needed to be brought down, and she planned to do so, she was tired of him walking all over her people, and when she got married her future husband would help her she would make sure of it.

As he finished up she nodded. "Well your land sounds much like my King's, except for well you know the Vizor is a evil man, snatching up a mans daughters and sons if they can not pay taxes." She paused. "I could be killed for speaking this but I doubt you will tell anyone, the Visor is getting more and more evil, taking more freedom from..." she paused "everyone"

She closed her eyes and sighed. "The people used to be happy, hardworking yes, but able to go to the festivals, and laugh and play, now there is too much sorrow, the sultan does try to ease the suffering but the Visor, somehow convinces him it isnt needed, or he takes the money and spends it on more soldiery stuff." She sighed. "But I do miss my family" She said in case he had plans on keeping her away from her homeland to protect her. Soon enough it would be brought out that she was the princess. Then what?

Assan could tell from what she said that the people of his city and Alibinali were much alike. The only differnce was the vizer and his ways. The people of Alibinali were being oppressed and taxed to death. Even though they had been his enemy, he now felt sorry for them and vowed to make things right once more. "I have heard while I was in the city that there is to be a royal wedding. Perhaps this prince that is to be the princess' husband will make some changes." he told her.

"You must get some sleep. We will be leaving early in the morning and I wish to make good time." he gave her a warm smile before leaving the tent. He took his blankets and bedroll and made his bed with his two men on the ground. He stared up at the stars and wondered what was happening back home.

The vizer was not in a good mood when it was reported that she was no where in the city or in the camps beyond. Somehow she had escaped. He remembered the stranger that had gotten in the way. He had a feeling that he had helped her escaped and sent men out to search the desert for them. He gave orders that she was to be brought back to him and not to be allowed to be seen by anyone. Anyone that was with her was to be killed. He wanted the war to continue and he would make sure that the Prince when he arrived would meet a violent death that would insure the war continued.

A’isha sadly shook her head. “Nay the prince is likely only to make things worse, the two are enemies. Not a war they started but a war that they inheriet, this so-called peace trearty is likely to be a trick The prince will tax our people more then they are already taxed only to relive his people, we will all be forced to be slaves. But I will tel you one thing the princess will not allow that, not from what I hear about her” She gasped and covered her mouth, her hot temper and quick to speak had caused her to speak out of turn, especially if she was suppose to be a simple pleasure slave, she had turned a scarlet red. “Begging your pardon Sire I pray that you sleep well tonight” She was a deep red from embarrasment from her little outburst, But as he left she stood and bowed her head, much like she had seen the servents in the palace act.

Once she was alone she sat back down thinking about what she had just said, had she said anything that would reveal whom she was? Surely not, but she had gone on a bit of a rant. She laid down sideways so she could watch him, wondering where he was from. She was nearly asleep when that thought hit her, she didn’t thing he had said anything about where he was from, oh how she hopped that he wasn’t from her futrue husbands home, then the peace treaty would be blown, she would have to explain in the morn, that she had been mearly exhausted from the days events and was not thinking clearly. Yes that would make things better….right? She was fightng falling asleep but the comfort of the blankets and the nice refreshing cold air won the battle and she fell into a peaceful nights slumber. Her golden locks framing her sweet, flawless face, her petie body cruled up so it was even more small looking. She looked as a porclin doll sleeping there. But A’isha having not one once of vanity in her was not aware of her beauty.

Back in the castle the servent were still safe in the hidden caparement and were sleeping in shifts so if they heard their Lady’s sweet voice they would know to come out.

((ooc omit the princess part if you wish wasn’t sure if its what you wanted or nott But I will tel you one thing the princess will not allow that, not from what I hear about her that what I mean lol))

Assan made himself comfortable and just looked up at the stars. In a day or two they would meet up with the caravan and he would have to assume his duty as the Prince. He wondered what the lovely slave girl would think when she found out that he was the prince coming to marry the princess. He had to chuckle at what she thought he was like and would do. If only he knew for sure what the princess would be like. He looked back at the tent and wondered about the lovely slave girl as well. She was a slave, and a pleasure slave at that. But for some reason he did not take advantage of that. Once he arrived back at the city he would see if he could convince the Sultan to give her to him.

Soldiers began to move outward from the city. The Vizer soldiers would make sure that they got the princess instead of the city's soldiers, even if they had to kill them. In doing so they could claim they had been attacked by the enemy soldiers. Night forced them to make camp though for they did not want to miss anything in the dark.

A’isha only slept for a few hours before she awoke and moved so she could stare out the tent looking at the group that she had joined. She kept her eye on what seemed to be the leader, there was something about him that she liked, not only the way he looked, but something else, he seemed so kind, even as a sex slave he had not taken advantage of it and it seemed like he had told his partners to leave her alone, also he had given a slave the tent. Yes something was defiently different with this man and she liked it. Now she thought if only the prince could be like him she thought, then maybe the forced wedding would have not be too bad. Slowly she fell back asleep. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, still facing the group of men.

Back at the Castle the servants were getting very worried. Their lady had not returened and they were frightened that something had happeed the discussed on what to do. They decided that if all was silent for the next hour in their ladys room they would through the passageway to the hallway, still completely hiddenand go and tell the king what they knew. But if there was any sound what so ever in the room they would remain where they were.

Assan fell asleep still not knowing what his wife to be was going to be like. When he awoke he sat up and looked around. It was still dark out though he could tell that dawn was not to far away. When he stood up and looked around he spotted in the distance the glow of a fire. He wondered who it could be. Who ever it was seemed to have come from the city.

He didn't like it though. It seemed that who ever it was might be following their trail. He roused his two men and pointed out the other camp fire. He had theirs extinguished before they went to sleep. An old habit when he lead men into battle and moved from one place to another. He then went to the tent and gently shook her. "Time to rise." he said softly. His hand was on her side and he liked the feeling. He would have loved to see what she was like, but she still belonged to the vizer and it would not be right. "Come we must break camp and be on our way."

A’isha slept soundly through the night, oddly feeeling at home and at ease in the outside for a princess that would have been forbidden to do such things other then when she was in a caravan and then she would have been in a covered very well protected raised litter, she would have never been allowed to be on the ground where the bugs and the rats could get at her, but she enjoyed being so close to the ground and the thought of bugs or rats never crosed her mind. The night air filled her lungs as she slept and seemed to strength her even more.

As he shook her A’isha woke with a start and was about to cry out but when she looked upon his face, his sweet face she simply nodded. She noticed his hand on her side and smiled. She took her hand and placed it on his hand strocking it gently. She knew she was suppose to be acting like the Vizors slave, but she had said that she wasn’t broken, they might think that the Vizor bought her but he had not claimed her yet. She looked into his deep eyes and wonderd how he would react if she told him who she really was. But instead she nodded. “Alright” She looked outside. “Tis not even dawn yet, why are we leaving so early?” She noticed that he was still touching her and thus she was still touching him, it didn’t feel wrong though. And again she found herself wondering what he future husband was like. Probably some stuck up brat or a wife beater, either way once she was married she was stuck with him. She smiled at him again “Well its going to be hard for me to get up if you are holding me down” She whispered her face a mere hair width away from his.

He had forgot that his hand was still on her side and when she told him it would be hard to get up with him holding her down, he chuckled. He reomoved his hand. Their faces were so close to each other, their lips a mear breath away. He had to stop himself. He so wanted to take her into his arms and kiss her. But not yet. He took a deep breath and stood. He offered her his hand to help her up. "We have long to travel and I wish to get there as soon as we can." his heart was beating faster.

Once he had her on her feet he lead her to the horses as the men tore down the tent. He again looked back at the camp fire in the distance. He didn't like it. It seemed like the Vizer wanted his lovely slave girl back very badly. He wondered what was so special about her that made him want her so badly.

A'isha smiled as he chuckled she liked his laugh. She liked everything about him she found. But he still just thought she was a slave! How she wished she could tell him what she was, the princess, doomed to be stuck in a loveless marriage just because two counties couldn’t get along, But for now lying to him was better then the truth for now. She wanted him to kiss her she found as well, but as he pulled away she knew for now it was the best. For she was suppose to be someone else’s pleasure servant. But as a princess she had been hidden away, denied much of the fun that it had seemed that others got to have she had seen them flirting from her balcony it looked like so much fun, so this was her prospect she figured to have a bit of fun and she was not about to let it go.

As they made it outside she purposely looked around to see who she would ride with, she was new at this but she wanted to try and have a bit of fun with, just harmless flirting, sure she was the Visor’s slave in their mind be she also told them that he had not fully claimed her yet so she assumed that she could still flirt. Once she was upon the horse she leaned into him and softly stroked his legs like she had seen the girls of the village do. Then turned her head and smiled up at him then frowned she saw the fires her whole body tensed. And she lost all colour in her face and she was trembling. With out even really noticing it she had glued himself to his chest and had pulled the cloak over her head and attempted to pull up her legs but she kept slipping she was shaking like a leaf in his arms to some it might feel as if she was shaking in fear but really she was shaking in anger and had only glued herself to him to stop herself to going to him and confronting him. She hated him and she made her case known by clenching her fists and Mumbling something along the lines of “Damn him, he will pay”

Assan felt her hand on his leg and he liked the feeling. His hands rested on her stomach. He moved one up a bit further brushing to bottoms of her tits. He noticed her look and reaction to seeing the campfire in the distance. She moved closer to him and began shaking. He took it that she was afraid. Afraid that those sent by the viser would find her. "Do not worry, they will not find you." he whispered and as the camp was finally packed up urged his horse forward.

Taking one of the pack horses and tieing its reigns to his saddle, "Take the other pack horse and make a round about way to the caravan. We will split that search party up into two groups and see what happens." The two men were about to say something but he shook his head, "Go! and I will see you soon at the caravan." with that he turned his horse and went in a different direction with A'isha and the pack horse.

A'isha knew that he thought she was frightened and purhapes that was part way true. She knew that if they caught up with them, all the men would be slaughtered and there was no telling what would happen to her. She trusted him though oddly. As he moved his hand up and it brushed against her breast she gasped. "Mmmm" She said softly. It had felt good, and how could something that felt good be wrong?

When he whispered she nodded. "I hope so for your case, he would kill anyone that is caught with me, me he would keep around for a bit....as long as I serve a purpose then would indircetly cause my death. She looked up at him, how she wanted to tell him who she was, but that would cause even more issues, he could hold her for ransom or kill her and cause the war to grow bigger. Yes it was better off that he not know who she was for a long time. If ever.

When they separted A'isha was confused. "What are we doing? Shouldnt we stay with them, yu know safty in numbers?" She chewed her bottom lip, she was really frightened for her but for his men. If they died it would be on her head. She didnt know if she could live with that.

"Don't worry I know what I am doing." But the time those in the camp got up, they would be long gone and he planned to take who ever followed them in to the desert. There they would need all their wits to survive. If they had not been there and not use to her cruel ways, they would not last long. He figured if they were the vizer's men, that they had never been long away from the walls of the city. They would soon be cursing the vizir's name.

He had not missed the slight expression she had made when he had brusted the bottom of her tits. She did belong to the vizer but then again there had been cases of slaves escaping and being captured by others and made their slaves. Again he moved his hands to brush the bottom of her tits, but this time on purpose.

The vizer's men awoke and later found the cold campfire of Assan and his men. They saw the two seperate sets of tracks and split up. They were confident that they would soon catch up to those they tracked. They split up, three following the two men and three following Assan and A'isha. They laughed and joked, and talked about the rewards they would receive. Little did they know who they followed.

A'isha strangly trusted him she wasnt sure why though, he was a stranger to her, but he did seem to know what he was doing, and had saved her a few times now from the Vizor and his men. So she had no other choice really but to trust him. She leaned up against him and again covered herself just in case they were spotted. She breathed in deep and inhaled his scent. How intriging it was.

As he brushed agaisnt her breast again she peeked out of the cloak and glanced up at him, what would he say if he knew who she was? To know that he was fondling the princess, but she didnt care she gently stoked his legs and then rested her hands on his higher thigh. And waited to see what was happening.

Assan saw her peek out from under her cloak as he brushed her tits with his hand. She said nothing nor did she try to move away from his hand. Instead she moved her hand on his leg and the up to his inner thigh. He grinned and became a bit bolder. Her being a slave ment she had no real say in what he did to her. Though one should respect a person's property, he had no respect for her master. He brought his hand up further under the cloak to cup her left tit. The feeling of the warm and soft flesh just beneath the thin material of her clothing felt good. He squeezed her tit a bit hard.

He held the reigns of the horse in his other hand and guided the horse as he began playing with one tit and then moving his hand over to the other and squeezing it as well.

As A'isha was staring up at him she found herself thinking about her future husband, would he be as handsome as this man? Would be has genle? As carring? Some how she doubted it, he would be some rich pampered Jerk. She wanted to touch this man, to stroke his cheek but she still had to play the part of a sex slave. And although she had only seen them being bought and forced to dance at gatherings but she knew that they normally didnt make the first move.

As he cupped her breasts she couldnt help but gasp. It was the first time that she had been touched in such a way and it clearly showed on her face, luckily she hadsaid that she was new to the slave market so hopefully he will remember that and not clue it, not yet.

He grinned at her reaction. She was new to being a pleasure slave and that is why the Vizer probably wanted her so badly. He could teach her things that would please him and do things he wanted. She was therefore probably a virgin and that was alright with Assan as well. Perhaps the Viser would not want her so badly if she was not one. He continued squeezing one tit then the other one as they rode. After a bit he pulled the halter like top of her clothing up over her tits so he could feel the actual soft and warm flesh of her tits. "Do you like me playing with your tits?" he grinned and pinched and pulled on her now hard nipples.

A'isha was grateful it seemed that he didnt think it was odd for her to be new to this all. She wondered what he was thinkng though, she felt odd being touched, it felt so good, but was it right? This was a downside frm being a princess, she was a bit sheltered it seemed but she did have a wild side, she had seen the dancers, and had even taken secret classes on how to do them.

She smiled up at him as he contined to squeeze her breasts and as he pulled away the halter top she arched her back up and let out a sound that was a mixture of a moan and gasp. She blinked wildly and unannouced to her she had arched back so her ass had hit his crouch. She looked up at him and swallowed hard and nodded. "It...feels different and good" She licked her lips. "I..." she shook her head unable to think of the right word. But as he pinched her tender nipples she winced slightly. But didnt say a word.

He moved his hand up to remove the hood of her cloak, and kiss the side of her neck as he once again moved his hand back down to squeeze her lovely tits. "You have very nice tits my dear. Firm, soft, and fairly large." His cock was already hard and as she shifted and arched her back her ass came down on it and he moved his hips so she could feel it. He squeezed her tits a bit harder.

He was kind of glad that he had sent his men off in another direction. He would not have done what he was if they had been present. He might stop later once he reached an oais that he knew was not to far away. That would be a good place to face those that followed him. The heat of the sun and the dryness of the desert would make the men drink any water they had with them and make them want to get to the oais to refill their skins. But he would be there to keep them from it. Thirst could make a man do rash things and he would take advantage of that. Too he might use the time to explore A'isha's lovely body more.

A'isha wasnt sure what he was going to do when he removed the hood of her cloak she thought she had done the right thing keeping her head and therefor her face covered and keeping her safe, but when he removed it she turned to him intime to catch the kiss on the neck she felt a shudder down her spine. It was a good shiver though she smiled and giggled and sofly pulled away from his kiss. She wanted to play the flirt be a little more free then what she was. As long as he didnt break her virginity her future husband would be none the wiser.

As he continued to play with her tits she giggled again. "Mmmm you really do like those dont you?" She strocked his arms. Continuing to flirt with him. When she felt his hard cock she jumped up and turned arond and looked at him. 'Well then" She shook her head smiling. She wasnt sure why it was lie that but he wouldnt let him know that. She turned back around and leaned her head agaisnt his chest and absent mindily played with his arm and hand. She wasnt sure where they were going but she was suddenly tired.