Dear Readers,
Sorry it has taken me a while to update, although at least this hasn't been the longest I've gone. My computer crashed and I lost everything, including this chapter. So I had to re-write it. But here it is, and although it's short, I hope you are satisfied with it. Depending on the number of reviews, I will update either next week or the one after. (Hopefully)
-LunarLitLover
P.S. I'm sorry if this chap offends anyone, but it important to know of Jaf'ar's relationship with Saihah (Nazihah) and his weakness for women.
Recap: Ja'far tortured Saihah (Nazihah) for information of Yasmine's whereabouts on the Sultan's orders but he really doesn't want her found because he wants the throne.
Preview: Ali and Yasmine (Fatima) spend time together?
Chapter 8: Ja'far
Torture of a Treasure
Saihah lay on the stone floor gasping for breath. I had just finished the most brutal round of water torture. Not many did as well as she did with the torture. And no women had. To be able to withstand such torture usually meant both strength and honesty; it means that the subject truly didn't know the answers to the questions and is strong enough to survive nevertheless. Saihah must not know where Yasmine is. Perfect.
However, even if a subject was honest and survived the torture, they generally received death. They were a liability and not at all useful. Saihah's case was different. The Sultan demanded that Saihah remain alive, due to Yasmine's letter saying she would never return if Saihah wasn't kept alive and in palace employ.
Not that I minded. Saihah would be cleaning my quarters, since Yasmine's only required the occasional maintenance job. I received the fruits of her labor.
However, as I watched Saihah's body shudder and convulse on the floor, I saw more than just the cleaning that she could do for me. Her naked body, although thin and bruised, was strong and curved flawlessly. Looking down on my new slave, I felt a fire within me that I hadn't ever felt the like of before. She was everything I wanted in a woman; she had the perfect body for the…work…I needed her to do for me. Her mouth was large as full, as were her dark eyes. Her hair was also long and silky. Saihah's abdomen and hips curved with the grace of Allah, and her legs and feet were also perfect. But best of all were her full, luscious breasts. The curve of them was the perfect size for my hands. I knew she was the kind of woman who I would almost never tire of having fill my bed. The perfect companion. A true treasure sent to me by Allah.
Admiring her body, I had begun to nearly convulse myself. My mouth was wet and my body eager to explore her spectacular figure. The lust quelled up inside me, and I knew I could not take it any longer. If I did not have her now, I would burst.
Quickly, I lifted her into my arms and carried her across part of the palace to my quarters. She, being weak and delirious, did not have the ability to protest as I laid her down on my bed. I even got as far as spreading her legs completely apart before she realized what was happening. A few words of protest escaped her mouth, and she tried to push me off of her, but had no hope of succeeding.
Using my hands, I opened her mouth and crammed my tongue into it. I drove further and she groaned in sexual pain. Grinning, I pushed harder, this time she gasped. I then went for her blessed breasts. My palms pushed and caressed them, and I, too, moaned. The pleasure was intense and I let out every bit of my desire into Saihah's body. She would have more than just torture bruises tomorrow.
Having a virgin always thrills me beyond compare. Therefore, when I rolled off of the unconscious Saihah in the wee hours of the morning, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
