The Harem Mistress punishes Fiona

It was several days later. A number of very interesting things had happened.

First, Fiona had been made to crawl on her hands and knees through the Grand Bazaar, kissing the ground every twenty paces, with no clothes on, while Lady Evelyn walked behind her with a riding crop, encouraging her to go a little faster. And then she’d been marched naked around Constantinople by two burly guards, covered in baklava syrup (her, not the guards), until Lady Evelyn felt quite satisfied that every last nineteen-year-old errand boy in the entire city had gotten his chance to get a good laugh at her expense. The guard in front of her had been given a large brass bell to ring, while the guard behind her had chanted “SHAME!” every twenty seconds.

Then, she’d been returned to the harem, where three hundred or so girls with angry eyes and hot red bottoms waited for her in a vast bedchamber full of gauzy curtains and soft cushions. Evelyn had had them all spanked by their own ****-girls, and told them it was all Fiona’s fault for breaking into the palace and being so generally disrespectful and naughty. Fiona was thrown in amongst them, and the bedchamber doors locked behind her for the night.

She was then pinned down over the nearest sofa and spanked until her bottom glowed by dozens of furious female hands, while more pulled her hair and pinched her nipples and pinched her thighs and tickled her feet. And then she was hogtied with long lengths of gauzy ribbon, and hoisted into the air above the bedchamber floor. Cleverly made vibrating ivory beads, constructed to the sultan’s specifications by artisans in distant China, were affixed by clever twists of ribbon to her nipples and clit, and turned to their lowest settings, so they’d go off and on at random intervals, and never under any circumstances allow her to cum.

And then, on the floor below her, the harem girls had themselves a delicious lesbian orgy, fondling and stroking and cuddling and caressing, sucking and licking each other’s nipples and pussies with wild abandon, shuddering and moaning with orgasm after blissful orgasm, the scent of girl-sweat and wet pussy wafting through the air as Fiona, bound and helpless, could do nothing but watch. No matter how she struggled, the buzzing against her nipples and pussy was never quite enough to put her over the edge. And so she spent the whole night dangling in her bondage, frustrated beyond belief, enduring the taunts and sighs of pleasure from the heaving mass of naked girls below.

The day after that, Lady Evelyn strapped her spread-eagled to a cross in the harem gardens, and all three hundred harem girls spent a lazy morning groping and squeezing and experimenting with her naked body, touching her wherever they wanted, finding out what happened if they tugged at her golden pubic hairs or tweaked her pink nipples just so. And then four girls stood behind her, and gang-tickled her senseless, their naughty fingers seeking out all her most sensitive spots, while Lady Evelyn fucked her silly with a strap-on.

Fiona utterly despised being fucked silly by Lady Evelyn, her worst enemy in the entire world, a smug aristocratic bitch who she found incredibly annoying and insufferably condescending on even her best day. She despised just as much having to kneel before Lady Evelyn and lick her pussy on command, or kiss her immaculate feet, or grovel and apologise for being such a low-class little trollop, or be walked like a dog on a leash down all the busiest boulevards of Constantinople without any clothes. But that was just what life had been like in the harem in the last several days.

Anyway, the novelty of a new arrival was just beginning to wear off, and the harem girls were just beginning to gossip about what might happen next, when yet another strange and interesting event occurred. Such was life in Constantinople, city of a thousand surprises.