Power

A girl in a harem was a plaything, a toy, and her body, a sexual playground. Among the toys there was a hierarchy. In the absence of the Sheikh, the Mistress of the harem ruled. She was only ever called "Mistress" by the other girls. When the Mistress fucked Brighette, the new girl, with a fake cock, it was not for pleasure, but to assert her dominance, to show who was in control. The way Brighette was used left her in no doubts.

She was held in a kneeling position, then bent back by two other girls until her shoulders touched the ground, her legs still folded, her feet under her buttocks, her pelvis made to rise with her thighs widely spread, her arms underneath her, wrists bound at the small of her back. She could feel the strains. There was no pretense in her arousal. She was wet, roiling wet with her lips of her labia swollen red, unfurled, the love button tight, protruding.

Then the Mistress entered her without preliminaries, simply plowed into her with the long, thick rod she wore on the harness at her hips, pushing into her cunt, and Brighette cummed after the third stroke, her body arching up to receive the ruthless fucking, gripping onto the rod as if a real one, clenching around it while her body shuddered. She knew it pleased the Mistress, who kept the rod within her. Brighette knew, from the way the woman was breathing that it was a double rod, that there was something that pushed back into the Mistress's cunt. From the way the woman was rolling her hips, Brighette knew the woman was enjoying it, the control and the sensations while the new girl was being held down and fucked. She knew that the woman was pleased, and even aroused by how Brighette was struggling underneath, how she rolled her head from side to side, as if unwilling and yet taken to climax by ****. She played on that, her body working back against the woman, she was fucking the woman even as she was used, feeling the responses in the woman's body against hers. She knew how to please a dominant. She could make the woman cum, but she let herself cum first, again, before she pushed back, in the wild agitation of her climax, to send the woman, a moment later, into her own orgasm on top of her. The woman screamed out.

That night, Brighette was assured of her triumph when the Mistress took her, the exotic new girl with the red hair and pale skin into her own bed, to cuddle with her. The Mistress was gentle, holding Brighette in her arms, combing her red gold hair with her fingers, their limbs entangled. Brighette knew when to softly kiss the woman, sucking slowly down her neck while the woman moaned and writhed. Already the Mistress of the harem was enamored of her, because she's a good sex toy. She felt how the woman arched when she brushed her lips over a naked breast, how she trembled when she took a nipple, hard like a little spike, into her mouth to gently nurse and tease. Brighette tested it, biting down gently, then a little harder. From how the woman's breath coming out as an explosive burst, she bit down harder, then harder still, with a little yank of her teeth. The woman cried out, as if in torment, but did not stop her. Brighette lift the breastflesh with her teeth fastened on the nipple then lifted a hand to slap the other breast. *SMACK*. The woman cried out again "No!" the woman cried in her language, but Brighette did not stop, because she was from the north, and not supposed to understand. When the woman pushed her hands against Brighette, she took the woman's arms quickly and yanked them above her head, holding her wrists together. The woman's body shuddered, not expecting it. She pushed back, but not that hard, her fingers clenching and spreading. Brighette held her wrists, then slapped her tit again, and again with the back hand *smack, smack* before sinking her teeth into the nipple. How the woman arched upward almost violently to push her tit against Brighette's mouth, her body tense as steel. Brighette rubbed her cunt against the woman's thighs, to relief the tension in her body, then jabbed a knee between the woman's thighs to keep them open before reaching down with a hand to slap her wet cunt. Her screams pierced the night.

Afterwards, after they lied panting in each other's embrace, the Mistress murmured "you will be punished" Brighette offered up her hands submissively, in fists, backs of her wrists pressed together. The Mistress was surprised that the northern girl understood. She had Brighette spread out on the bed on her back, in an X, limbs tied to the bedposts. She flogged Brighette, not very hard, the kisses of the leather made Brighette writhe, and she made an erotic dance of it for the woman, moaning and crying out, until the woman put the flogger down, and pleasured and tormented Brighette's body with fingers and lips, tonguing her to her own explosive orgasms as the day dawned.

They had been at it all night. The Mistress might be the top girl, but Brighette knew that the Mistress was now obsessing over her, that, she, the new girl, the exciting new toy, now had the power.