Harem Sisters

Brighette took stock.

She had her chains removed and was made to kneel in the center of the tent. She knew what she was expected to do, so knelt with her thighs pressed together, and her hands in her lap, with her back straight, and her head bowed, in deference to the Mistress of the harem. The Mistress, the head girl, was a dark haired beauty not too much older than herself. Brighette regarded her surroundings. There was only one guard on the approaches, a bare chested man standing cross armed with a scimitar in the sheath and the hilt of a throwing knife sticking out from the top of his right boot. Otherwise the harem tent seemed off limits to other men. The slaver who brought here there had long disappeared

The Mistress was clothed in a thin robe half opened, almost exposing her torso, if not for the peaks of her nipples that stopped the edges of her garment from opening further, to offer a glimpse of her body. She knelt at one end of the tent, gazing silently across at Brighette with her dark eyes. She did not speak, but with a wave of her hand, two other dark haired beauties appeared. One stepped to Brighette and sank gracefully to a kneel facing her only two feet away. She had an olive complexion, her hair worn up, with her neck and shoulders bare. She set a basin of water between them. There was a smile on her face, and her eyes seemingly danced with delight. Behind her, Brighette could sense another girl, close against her. Brighette swallowed softly.

"Tend to her, and examine her" The Mistress said in her language. Brighette was fluent in it, but she gave no indications that she understood, and stayed in her posture of submission. She felt the soft hands of the girl reaching from behind, around her her body. Hands placed on her arms to gently urge them backward. Her wrists were crossed against the small of her back. She shifted just a little when she felt soft fabric, as of silk, wrapped around her wrists, binding them together. She tugged. It was not overly tight, but secure. She knew it was meant to make her keep in position rather than to completely restrain her. Somehow that made her heart race just a little. She couldn't help it. Soft hands touches her shoulders. With soft feminine murmurs behind her, fingers worked underneath the thin linen garment at her collar, sliding it off her collar, off her shoulders, down her arms to her waist, and her torso was bared. Instinctively she arched, backward, as if to display the rise of her breasts, her nipples already hardened.

"They are pink, Mistress!" The girl in front giggle "not brown". She shivered and let out a soft breath when the girl reached out to touch her fingertips at the under curve of a breast and traced a soft circle around a nipple. Goosebumps suddenly covered her skin on her chest.

From behind her, her mane of fiery red hair was loosened until the tresses cascaded down her back. "And her hair is like red gold" says the girl softly behind her. Her hair was gathered and pulled to one side to bare the side of her neck and a shoulder. Brighette gave a suddenly, instinctive shudder and a jerk of her body when she felt the soft lips of the girl pressed gently to the nape of her neck from behind. She sucked in a breath, sucking in her belly as she exhaled. Already she felt a stirring in her core, and she pressed her thighs tighter together.

The girl in front giggled at her reactions. "She is compliant, but shy". Hands touched her knees, gently at first, then increasing in pressure, and Brighette allowed the hands to push her knees apart, though she exerted some pressure back to resist, because she just could not let them spread her that easy. But her thighs opened, wider and wider until her hips started to strain. The girl reached for the skirt of her garment, and opened them to bare all below her waist, her cunt now nakedly exposed, the pink lips already damp and glistening. "Oh, Mistress, she is already wet!" The girl laughed

"No!" Brighette gasped out in the language of the north, her body suddenly twisting until she felt hands from behind on her shoulder. She was breathing hard, her body trembling, and not as an act. She felt it, she felt her heart thundering. There was something about being examined like that, as if a piece of flesh that shamed and aroused her at the same time. Hands from behind reached around to the front of her shoulders to press her backwards, her back made to lean back at an angle until she felt the body of the girl behind her pressing forward. She moaned out, and her body twisted left, then right, and one shoulder rose when the lips on her neck started to suck at her flesh, riding up and down the side of her neck. "No!" she gasped out again.

"She is going to be so much fun!" said the girl in front. The girl leaned forward even as Brighette was made to lean back. Her hand hands were placed softly on Brighette's torso, fingers spread on her ribcage, palm gliding up until the under curves of her naked breasts were cupped in the girl's hands. Her nipples throbbed, without being touched while the girl's thumbs swept just underneath the sensitive buds, sending ribbons of fire to her cunt. She could not keep her hips still even in that kneeling position. She felt the girl in front leaning to her, dipping her head, warm breaths fanning over her breast. Both nipples tingle. "She is very sensitive and responsive, Mistress". Her eyes drifted shut. She honestly did not know what would happen if the girl should take a nipple into her lips.

Brighette opened her eyes again to glance towards the Mistress. She was standing now, her robe fully open, exposing her naked body. She wore a harness on her hips, supporting a black leather patch in front of her cunt, with a thick, black leather rod sticking up at an angle from the patch. "We will enjoy her"

Brighette cried out. Her sexuality was her deadliest weapon, but her greatest weakness. The thought of being held and fucked like that by these three sent her mind reeling. She could almost just cum from thinking about that. She could not control the sexual responses of her body, driven by the erotic arousal of her mind. "No!" she cried out, more to tell herself that she cannot like this, she cannot be such a **** to such desires. Should cannot lose control from being such a slut.