Brighette

Brighette does not begrudge the slavers who lead her in chains to the Oasis of the Red Daggers, to the harem of Sheikh Abul Muharib, because it is her plan.

She is stared at with every step she takes because in the land of blazing desert sands, of sultry **** girls with olive skins and dark hair, she is an exotic, so pale to seem she would be burned up and set aflame under the hot sun, if not for the bright red hair that fan down to cover half her face, her shoulders and her back, almost hiding her bright green eyes, and for the flimsy linen that barely hides the naked curves underneath, so that her long legs are displayed at each sway of her hips, and the outlines of her nipples, pressed tight to the fabric leaves little to the imagination of the proud, pert rise of her breasts

She delights in it, at the attention, the gazes upon her. Her sexual allure is one of her weapons, and a deadly one.

Well she remembers, before her long journey from the frozen north to the southern desert, before the long voyage and overland trek, how, she was bound within the circle of the priestesses of the Black Guild that trained her, her body frog-tied, arching, naked, ****. Adalene, the high priestess of the guild, poising over her had said "Though you are restrained, you are never helpless. Your vulnerability, your helplessness in your beauty is a strength you can wield. Your sexuality is your deadliest weapon. The more helpless you seem, the more your enemy lower their guard, and the more dangerous you are. Never forget that"

"The mightiest warrior is defenseless against a beautiful **** girl, naked, helpless, bound, oozing with sexuality. Remember that".

Adalene had then lay her hands upon Brighette as she instructed, slowly running her fingertips along the girl's straining curves, from her belly up along her ribcage to her breasts, circling her nipple, plucking at them to make the girl twitch and jerk from the explosive sensations, jolting her body with expert touches until Brighette cried out, from the ribbons of fire racing to her cunt that made her clit tighten and peak, her body writhing in an erotic dance within her restraints, within that circle of priestesses.

It was when the other priestesses joined in, with their soft touches on her body, fingers in her hair, dancing over her face, her lips, along her inner thighs, underneath the arch of her body on her ass, rubbing the soaking wet folds of her labia, kissing the tight spikes of her nipples, while fingers searched her cunt, that she lost all control. Even as she cummed and cummed, she learned one thing: When they could not keep their hands off her, she was the center, the focus of their attention. Her helplessness and her beauty engendered desires. She was like a **** to them. With each moan, each shudder of her body, each cry of passion, she drew them in. she was the one controlling their minds, driving their arousal When she was bound within that circle, she controlled the circle because of the sexual need she fired within each of them, her beauty and her body a bait. But then, it was like a **** for her too, **** by the sensations that wreaked her body, her own sexual desires, the intensity of the climaxes. Does it cut both ways? How was she to control herself?

There were only two kinds of people that is allowed to fuck a priestess of the guild. She was told - those whom she loves, and those whom she uses. She would learn how to control herself, and learn to bait and use those who desire her.