An Ottoman Hareem

One of her books detailed the horrific trials of a pretty young Frenchwoman **** on her way to Egypt and sold in the **** markets of Constantinople to a wizened Turkish potentate. Charlotte had read and reread the titillating description of Josephine's sale from a lavishly decorated stage to a collection of swarthy sheikhs, elegant courtiers, bejeweled caliphs, and powerful emirs of the Ottoman courts.

Thankfully for the lovely maiden, the wrinkled old vizier who purchased her lacked the virility to make proper use of his concubines and innocent Josephine spent almost a full year living in the woman's quarters without once being summoned to serve in her new master's bed.

Charlotte stretched her arms and legs out wide under Mr. Fuller's demanding body as she imagined herself in Josephine's unspeakable position, for the old Turk dies and his son, a hawk-nosed black-eyed man even more wicked than the father (and much more energetic) discovers Josephine when he inspects his new hareem and orders her brought to his chambers that very night. She is groomed by the eunuchs for her big moment and warned not to displease her new master. Every hair on her body is shaved and her soft skin massaged with scented oils until her skin glowed. Wearing only gossamer silks, so sheer and scanty that she might just as well be nude the young Frenchwoman was led to the new vizier's bed and chained just like Charlotte to his bed.

It was very easy to picture herself as the heroine pinned beneath the Mohammedan lord who has lifted her nightdress and **** open her pale legs to savagely defile her. In her novel, Josephine's virginity is saved by an English engineer who had been charmed by the French maiden in the opening chapters of the novel. In the last possible second before the Turk could complete the vile act, the Englishman pulled the Ottoman sultan from the bed and struck him down. Charlotte knew even when she had first read the novel, that this rescue was highly improbable; it was far more likely that Josephine would have been ravished, her maidenhead plucked by that virile lord and then her sweet white body used again and again for the lord's lustful pleasures. However, in the fantasy world of her novel, Josephine's savior had been searching for her and finally learning of her location and peril, the brave Englishman had risked all to save her from her fate. Fleeing together from the potentate's estate, Josephine and the young gentleman hide in a overgrown thicket. Night falls, and the pair cling together for warmth, she wearing only a flimsy silk negligee and the hero dressed in a stolen eunuch's leggings and jeweled vest.

The author had been vague about how Josephine and her British savior spent the cold night, but Charlotte had no doubts as she wrapped her arms and legs around Mr. Fuller and felt her own climax start to bubble within her. By alternating her position, Charlotte was able to switch between the horror of being **** by the hawk-nosed Ottoman struggling beneath his demanding body to the tender moment when Josephine and her rescuer lay pressed together in the soft moss hiding from the searching guards. By now Charlotte was writhing under Mr. Fuller as he plunged into her again and again, she imagined herself first pinned the virile young Turkish lord forcing her legs apart under his thrusting hips, and then surrendering her virtue to her handsome and loyal savior. It is too much for her and with one final scream of passion Charlotte exploded in Fuller's arms.