HI there. First 'real' chapter then. As a change from my normal style, this will be in third person narrative. It just seemed to flow better. Much as I like putting myself in the girls' heads, I think this is an improvement. You decide. In any case, this chapter will be a bit 'M' 'in nature. There is a fair bit of scene setting and character introduction in this one and the next too. I apologise for any unwanted descriptions. Life in 16th century Constantinople was nasty brutal and short in the main. People took their pleasure as and when they found it because death was a lot more imminent than it is nowadays. Some of the pleasure is attractive to hear about, some not so. Take that as a trigger warning I guess? I promise that the basis for this story is 100% Naomily. But it may be a rocky journey before the magic happens...

Mistakes and obvious historical inaccuracies are all my own work. The characters, even if they're wildly at odds with the Roundview versions, remain the property of the death eaters who ruined them in S7. Boo hiss.

Constantinople 1574.

Dawn and life in general rises early in the great palace towering over its sprawling hub of humanity below. The sun, which would later glower in the sky like a celestial furnace over the heads of its citizens, had only minutes ago slipped pale orange and yellow fingers over the horizon. Long shadows still hung heavy in the deserted streets. Evidence of the nights horrors as yet uncleared from the dusty narrow roads and alleyways. A purse here...cut from the still living fingers of an unwary traveller. An earthenware bottle there, its contents long gone, rolled into the makeshift gutter by a grimy doorway. The residents of this once supreme city are mostly Muslim and therefore technically teetotal, but where there are men...and women to satisfy their carnal needs... alcohol was still available to a selected few.

A dog yelped as it was released with a desultory kick from the building it called home. It crossed the street still limping from the blow, then sniffed curiously at a silent bundle lying a few yards down the way, probably the unfortunate traveller. Streams of drying blood ran in parallel lines from the back of the mans head, his eyes staring upwards at the indifferent sky, opaque and unseeing. The dog sniffed again then, hungry as always...scraps from the table being in short supply on most days... began to lap the unexpected crimson bounty from the ground. Its eyes darting from side to side, body tensed as it crouched over its prize, ready for instant fight or flight. Sooner rather than later someone or something bigger and stronger would come along. Such policing which existed in the city was sparse and lazily undertaken, but a human body on the footpath would still attract unwelcome eyes, even if it was just from the illegal tavern keeper next to it. No one wanted that sort of attention from the irregular palace patrols. Bribery and the offer of one of the owners daughters to 'entertain' the guards against a wall would only go so far. Once a resident saw the stiffening corpse, it would be quickly dragged to somewhere less...conspicuous. Like the stinking, open sewer which ran alongside the main street. There it would mix with the effluent of the inhabitants, running into the great river Bosphorus, giver of life to all of Constantinople, rich and poor. But not of course to the unfortunate footpad victim. His race was run, his property even now being bartered in a back street thieves kitchen.

The dog gnawed ravenously on an exposed hand. No time for subtlety here.

Above the city, the palace started to come to life too. The smoke from a hundred newly raked cooking fires sent tendrils of grey and white into the pale air. Some fragrant, fed by sandalwood and pine, some acrid...the wood scavenged from anywhere it could be stolen or hacked.

Inside the tall marble walls, servants were already energetically scuttling around. Fires to be lit, baths to be filled, food prepared, clothes folded and placed alongside dozens of silken beds. A thousand slaves, attending to a hundred or so nobility. The Sultan, His Highness Selim the Second would of course be attended to by a carefully selected and vetted group of body servants, expensively uniformed and scrupulously clean. It was not for the ruler of this empire to see or smell poverty in any form. His personal servants and the equally impressive Palace Imperial Guard were the best of the best. His emergence into the new day would be carefully choreographed and managed. A bath, in hot and scented water, then jewel encrusted outer clothing placed over his silken undergarments, then a breakfast of stuffed melon, roasted pigeon and freshly squeezed fruit juices. Once refreshed and his fast broken, the Sultan would allow his courtiers to lead him to the palace library. Prayers completed, his day would begin at a grand desk, with papers to read and a few brief audiences for lucky petitioners pushed forward by impassive sycophants.

The Grand Vizier too would be treated in the same respectful and fawning manner by his body servants. Maybe the food and bath a little less magnificent. Better not allow his own hubris to compete with his masters, but luxurious nevertheless. His own day would follow a similar pattern. Breakfast, prayers, a walk to his opulent day quarters, then a hundred pressing matters of state to deal with.

Below that level of the gilded palace came a single man.

Cuk.

The Viziers right hand man. Feared by all but his superiors (and even then his sheer physicality was a force to be recognised). Tall for his race, heavily muscled and schooled in several fighting disciplines by his past service in the Imperial Guard, This man had seen war in all its bloody, destructive power. But Cuk had been selected for more than just his physical prowess, impressive as it was. His brain was keen and cunning as a fox. Not for nothing had the Vizier selected him as his personal enforcer and confidante.

When Suleiman the Magnificent, bless his name, had been about to pass into the shadow world, the Vizier knew that he had but a few short hours to secure his own masters succession. The old Sultan had six sons, four of whom survived until his death. The oldest Mustafa, was considered to be the favourite to succeed. But the Vizier had tied his future to Selim, the younger brother. He knew that the fate of his benefactor was bleak if Mustafa ascended to the gilded throne. Unsuccessful siblings were routinely strangled by the new Sultans supporters to prevent succession arguments. So he whispered and he conspired. Promises were made and later broken without a care.

Mustafa was summoned to a meeting in his fathers quarters. The old Sultan was on the point of death, unable to speak or command his court. What was required was instant and lethal action.

Cuk provided that lethality with efficiency and relish.

Mustafa was dispatched in the time honoured fashion while kneeling beside his pale skinned father, Cuk strangling him with a silken cord even as the prince prayed for his fathers eternal soul.

Inside a day, Selim was pronounced as the sole lawful successor to his father. The Vizier and Cuk ruthlessly suppressed any dissent, sometimes by force, sometimes by bribery. It mattered not. The result was the same. The other brothers, other than the one who conveniently succumbed to dysentery a week later, were mysteriously disappeared. No one asked awkward questions.

Now, a decade or more later, Cuk was the unchallenged power behind his masters Prime Ministerial throne. The Grand Vizier had the ear of the Sultan and the run of the palace, excepting the Sultans private chambers and of course, the harem. This compound was home to three dozen or more wives and concubines. Out of bounds to all but the Sultan himself and the impassive eunuchs. Mainly of Nubian origin, hugely muscled and impressive, but less than complete men. A danger to intruders, but not to to the gossiping and competing women in their charge.

This morning found Cuk up early as usual. He was not in a happy mood. His chosen bed companion had been somewhat...disappointing. A captured Egyptian slave girl, fresh from a boat in the harbour sent on that particular mission. He like his master, had a prodigious appetite for young flesh. Dozens, maybe hundreds of frightened virgins had graced his private chambers over the past decade. Most, after the generous application of Greek or Balkan wine and the promise of eventual escape from the noisy market place and its slave traders, surrendered to his not so subtle entreaties. They had little choice in truth. Cuk got almost as much pleasure from a reluctant victim as a willing one. But this girl had been particularly difficult. Cried and wailed pitifully throughout. Quite spoiled his pleasure.

He got his way in the end of course, bending her over a barrel and pounding her reluctant body from behind, but she was obviously useless as a plaything afterwards. He sent for his senior commander at the first light of dawn and had him take away the sobbing, dark eyed waif. Her destination was to be the main barracks. She would find out that common soldiers care nothing for reluctant recently deflowered virgins. But he was still frustrated.

Frustrated enough to be reckless.

Which was why he was now walking briskly along a rarely travelled dark corridor. No one else saw or heard him. Well apart from the youth he'd found crouching outside his quarters when he emerged. One of the recent additions from the expedition to the Greek islands. No more than a child...maybe 14 summers. Dark eyed and innocent of face. Girlish almost.

Cuk first cuffed him with one meaty hand for being in the way, then his brain whispered to him that the boy could be useful in this mission. He brusquely ordered the youth to drop his cleaning materials. Someone else would have to clean his quarters this fine morning, Cuk had another use for him.

The boy trotted alongside the tall man fearfully. Only once before had he been singled out for personal treatment. It did not sit well in his memory. Better to be anonymous, insignificant. Part of the furniture. But he'd been in the wrong place then too. Just bad luck. His heart sank as they turned a corner together, walking quickly down a corridor he had never seen before. Dark, lit by just a couple of guttering torches. He feared his destination...but he feared Cuk much more, so he suppressed his whimpers and followed obediently, one pace behind.

Eventually they got to a single, heavily barred gate. Cuk slid a key into the sturdy lock and it opened smoothly. Once inside, the man locked it behind him. Now the boy was even more frightened. If he displeased his master, he might never see the other side of that gate again. But again he smothered his fright.

Another walk along an even darker corridor and they were before a huge studded wooden door. Again a key was used and the timber creaked ominously as it opened. Obviously not used very much. Cuk cuffed him again as he hesitated in the doorway. He forced his trembling limbs to obey him and stepped inside.

It was musty and dark in there. His heart thumped as he moved forward blindly, feeling with his small hands in front of him. What was this place...a store cupboard…?

Suddenly his hands met cool brick and he stopped dead. He could hear Cuk's breathing behind him as he waited for an order. Heavy, regular breathing. The mans very presence was intimidating. He was spun in a circle until he faced the door, which was being swung shut as he looked at it, yearning to be the other side.

Above him, out of his eyeline, the man slid some sort of panel aside. It moved almost without a sound, as if it had been liberally oiled. A small amount of light entered the room and the boy could now see the mans body inches in front of him.

A memory stirred...then a pang of unease...why would Cuk bring him all this way if that's what he...surely his quarters would be…?

That thought was driven from his mind as the man leaned over him and chuckled.

Cuk had been here before...several times. He knew it was forbidden, knew too that if he was caught, even his exalted position in the palace hierarchy would not save him. But the frustration of last night made him forget the possible consequences. And his first glance through the hidden panel made him grin in satisfaction.

For the panel was more than just a piece of wood. It was the key to seeing something no one apart from the Sultan himself saw.

The Harem.

But this morning, not just the harem, with its bevy of scantily clad beauties sitting around gossiping and being pampered by slave girls. This morning, of all mornings, he was witnessing something he had dreamed of many times before. His luck seemed finally to be in.

Inside the large chamber, behind a thinly draped veil which hid her from the rest of the women in the room, a slim blonde girl with alabaster skin and intense blue eyes was being bathed in a marble and gold bath tub. Not just any girl either. The very girl Cuk had coveted ever since he first saw her with her mother, the 6th wife of Selim 2nd. She had only been 12 or so then. Not interesting at all really, flat chested and boyish. But it was her eyes that had made him risk staring at her even then. Like ice on fire, blue as the winter sky. Captivating.

But now, as she was sitting in the bath, being washed down with gentle strokes by the three slave girls attending her, he could see her in all her stunning adolescent glory. Fuller breasted now, her hips beginning to widen. Almost a woman. Cuk licked his lips appreciatively. Delicious, he thought darkly. Like a ripe peach, juicy and soft.

Cuk had been brought up from an adolescent, pounding crudely into dark eyed slave girls and captured conquests. As a soldier, he had been inside many a beautiful woman, willing or not. The high class prostitutes too who were allowed inside the palace for the amusement of the senior ranks, had several outstanding beauties among them.

But none to compare with her...Naomi, daughter of Gia, sixth wife of the Sultan himself. He'd caught a few sneak looks at her since that first encounter, but as she grew and matured, the outside world was gradually being closed to her. Now, as she reached her 16th summer, the next man who would legitimately see her face and that luscious body, apart from her own father, would be the man chosen as her husband.

Cuk knew that his own master, the corpulent and avaricious Grand Vizier, coveted the girl too. He knew that it was impossible even to imagine his own hands being the first ones to explore her body, to take her fully. But if the Vizier was successful in persuading the Sultan that marrying his precious daughter to his closest confidante was politically advantageous, then Cuk would be one step closer to having her. The Vizier was well known as a capricious man. Even this beautiful little pearl would be discarded once he'd ploughed her for a summer or so. Then she'd be abandoned to her fate within the Viziers own group of spiteful wives and concubines. Unlike the Sultan, this group was occasionally available for the entertainment of a few favoured courtiers. Cuk was a patient man. What was a few months? The Vizier was ageing anyway...the girl would only have to endure a month, maybe three, of mounting the old goat as he lay supine on his oversized bed. Then Cuk might be allowed to take her somewhere private and slake his lust on her slim, nubile body. She would know then the difference between an old man and a virile one.

As the slaves rubbed fragrant soap over that naked body in the bath, Cuk stifled a moan of frustration. So near, but so far. He felt himself gradually stiffening until he was quivering hard.

Then he remembered why he'd brought the boy along. He shuffled a little closer to the wall until he could feel the slaves breath on his naked chest. Breath which was now coming in fast gusts. He'd used the boy once before.,..a while ago. Compliant, that's what he remembered. Compliant and uncomplaining. Perfect for the task he required now.

He reached down and freed his burgeoning erection from inside the voluminous trousers, keeping his eyes firmly on the girl being bathed. He didn't need to give instructions. By now he was certain the boy knew exactly what his job was.

The slave boy swallowed hard as the sturdy erection bounced before his gaze, then he knelt in front of his master. Unpleasant as this task was, it was at least less painful than the last time Cuk selected him to slake his hunger. That time he'd had to eat standing up for three full days afterwards and sleep had come slowly to him at night. Until a sympathetic older slave girl had noticed his squirming discomfort and gave him a salve to ease the ache and burning. His embarrassment was amusing to her, but she'd several years ago suffered his masters attentions in the same way and knew what that prodigious member could do to small, untravelled passages.

So, without a murmur of resistance, which he knew anyway would only earn him another meaty cuff on the head, he opened his mouth obediently. He had no idea what Cuk was seeing through that panel in the wall, only that the thing he was now grasping with his small hand was the result. He got to work as diligently as he could. The sooner his efforts succeeded in satisfying his master, the sooner he could return to the servants quarters and sluice his mouth clean with fresh goats milk.

Cuk grunted a couple of times in satisfaction as the boy did his best to increase his excitement. Not as skilled as the painted courtesans in the palace for sure, but the slight clumsiness only added to the pleasure. He was sure Princess Naomi would be equally unused to dealing with what he carried between his legs. It was easy to imagine, as he watched her firm breasts quiver as they were being washed, that it was her innocent pink lips working on him.

Several minutes passed as the girl was washed thoroughly and the boy sucked deliberately.

Finally, as the girl stood up in the bath, revealing her slender form completely, so that the women could finish drying her with soft towels, Cuk's frustration was resolved. The boy, sensing that Cuk was close, cupped large testicles in one hand and pumped quickly with the other. Cuk bit his hand hard to stop his orgasmic groan alerting anyone inside the harem of their unwelcome voyeur. On the harem side, the lattice panel hid his face.

He reached down quickly and gripped the boys head tight to his body, relishing the startled coughing as he spent his seed forcefully. After a few more seconds, he released the tousled head and pulled himself free of warm suction.

"Good" was his only comment. The boy stood up silently, head bowed down, as his master rearranged his clothing and, after sliding the panel closed with an almost imperceptible click, let them both out of the room. The walk back to Cuk's quarters was made in the same silence their outward journey had. Once in the better lit corridors of the main palace, Cuk stopped, leaned down and gripped the boys head tightly in both hands. His eyes were as cold as a cobras.

"Your utter silence about this morning is the only thing keeping your head on your shoulders..understand boy?" he growled menacingly.

The youth shivered and nodded frantically. Unwelcome personal duties aside, he knew this employment was as good as it got for a Greek slave boy. A few minutes unpleasantness was a small price to pay for staying alive another day.

Cuk dipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a single small denomination coin. The boys eyes widened at the sight. Even this small amount was as much as he'd ever seen close up, let alone owned. Cuk pressed the tiny coin into the boys trembling hand.

"Go now...oh and….practice boy, yes?"

The uncertainty on the boys face lasted less than a second. He grinned happily up at the tall man.

"Most certainly lord...I will practice very hard to get better" he said eagerly. Mildly unpleasant it might have been, but for another coin like this one, he would suck the man dry every night if he required him to. He knew at least one older slave boy back in the kitchens who was reputed to enjoy...practising...at night.

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Emilia clung to the voluptupous girl who was trying to rise from the pallet they had been sleeping on together. Her eyes were filled with tears and she whined in protest.

"Yasmina...please...just one more minute? My mother will be a while getting the water and bread?"

The older girl shook her head sadly

"Emilia my sweet...I must get up. Today is my wedding day? Your mother and father will be wondering why I am so tardy. We had fun though, didn't we my angel?"

Emilia shook her head childishly, although in truth she hadn't ever had so much 'fun' in her short life. Her cousin pulled away from her hands and slipped out from under the single sheet. Her back to Emilia, she sighed at the other girls distress and slim shoulders slumped as her body missed the comfort of the embrace they had been sharing before the cock crowed to announce daylight.

It was the day of her wedding. A wedding that had been arranged a year ago, when she was just 16 summers old, the same age as her cousin was now. She'd only met the groom once, in a room with twenty relatives and the matchmaker. He looked a nice enough fellow. Tall, dark skinned and with a small black beard. No different to a hundred other young men in the city. But this one had been selected for his fathers position. A tailor in the Royal palace no less. And Ahmed the bridegroom was his fathers apprentice. Marriage to him would give Yasmina a future and a place to live inside the walls.

She sighed again at Emilia's pained silence. She knew this moment would come, but she hadn't bargained for the stab of sadness separation was delivering to her too. It was just supposed to be a little fun...something to remember when she suffered under her husbands no doubt clumsy attempts at lovemaking.

A week earlier

The two cousins giggled as they prepared for bed. Yasmina was to sleep in Emilia's room. Usually the small dark haired girl shared the straw pallet with her twin sister Katerina, but the girls mother had decided that it would be better if the younger, quieter twin shared with her older cousin. Katerina would have to sleep on the cushions at the end of her parents bed for the few days before the ceremony. She was the boisterous one and likely to be more difficult to share a bed with.

The first night, all went as planned. Emilia pestered her cousin for stories about her life to come as a married woman, but that aside, she was sweet and undemanding company.

It was on the second night that things changed. Yasmina noticed Emilia's eyes on her as she dropped her day dress to the floor and groped naked for a thin nightdress. The looks she had been getting were making Yasmina's stomach flip. They were the sort of looks the girl normally got from the boys in the bazaar when she went to fetch pins or cloth for her father. Hungry looks.

At first she decide to ignore it. They were almost of an age...there was barely a year between their births. Maybe her pretty cousin was just curious. After all, her twin sister was physically identical, so maybe this was the first time Emilia had actually seen another girls naked body. They slipped into bed side by side and as Emilia kissed her goodnight and turned onto her side, Yasmina lay on her back and considered the matter.

A few months ago, after the marriage bargain had been agreed, her mother had sent her to yet another older cousins house to stay. She'd said something oblique about her needing to be prepared for her wifely duties. The three days she;d stayed with her cousin were a real revelation. Apparently her duties as a wife would include learning her own body intimately, in order that she could instruct her husband how to please her….and her him.

Yasmina had left after the stay well versed in her own body and the other girls, together with various life like...toys. Now she knew how to instruct her bridegroom on ways to please her. It may be a mans world, but she understood the power her body gave her.

It seemed churlish to keep that information to herself this night. Emilia was almost at marriage age. Soon her own mother would be contacting the local matchmaker. Yasmina sighed as she looked up at the rush ceiling, stars twinkling through the thin gaps. The rest of the house was dead asleep. Emilia's fathers deep snores could be clearly heard through the thin walls.

Slowly, so as not to alarm her cousin, Yasmina slid a hand down her body, stopping only to caress and knead her sensitive breasts. She knew Emilia wasn't asleep, her breathing wasn't slow or regular enough. Gradually, she parted her legs until one thigh pressed against her cousins. She felt the slight jerk as the younger girl registered the contact. But Emilia did not pull away. Yasmina took that as consent and began to slowly caress the place between her legs which always gave her so much pleasure.

Over a few minutes, her movements became more deliberate, less subtle. She was quickly wet down there...the proximity of her nubile cousin was enough to make her excited. She heard Emilia's breath catch as the girl listened intently to her movements. Yasmina moved her leg again, widening the gap between her thighs. This was the moment of truth. If her cousin was not interested or merely disgusted, she could stop still, She hadn't reached the point where it would become impossible to do so.

But Emilia had not been disgusted. Far from it. Although her own explorations had been few and brief, given her twins constant presence, she understood that pleasure lay between her own thighs. She slowly turned in the bed, looking directly at Yasmina. Their eyes met and she knew that something wonderful was about to happen. The anticipation was making her body tingle wildly. But her inexperience made her hesitate. She had to be sure…

"Yasmina...are...are you…?" she whispered nervously.

The older girl nodded, looking at her curiously. Her hand was still moving under the thin sheet. Emilia glanced down at the sheet moving steadily up and down. Her breath caught in her throat as Yasmina widened her thighs even more. Now their legs were almost entwined. Emilia felt heat flush in her stomach and a heavy sigh left her lips.

"Yes I am Emilia...and it feels wonderful...have you ever…?" Yasmina whispered.

Shyly, Emilia nodded.

"Only once...no twice...it felt so..." words failed her.

"Like this?" Yasmina said huskily, turning towards her cousin and slipping a hand between them. Emilia felt slim fingers sliding up her thighs...damp fingers. It was almost too much...knowing those fingers had just been…

"Oh!" she whispered "...Yasmina...what are you…?"

There really was no doubt what Yasmina was going to do, but it was still a shock, enough for Emilia to reach down and grip the other girls wrist. But it was a faint gesture, no more. When the older girl persisted, Emilia relaxed her hand and that sly journey recommenced. When fingers touched her...there...Emilia gasped again. Louder this time.

"Shhh my angel" Yasmina said in a low voice. "We can have so much fun...you and I ...but you have to be very, very quiet?"

Her fingers were now skilfully probing and stroking Emilia's moist place. Fingers that were infinitely more clever than her own clumsy attempts. When the girl stopped touching her after a long minutes stroking, the twin almost cried out in protest.

"No...don't stop Yasmina...that was so..." she hissed urgently.

"Shhh" the other girl said, smiling at her younger cousins distress "...if we take off our night clothes...it can be even better?"

And so it proved. Naked, they clung to each other, Yasmina showering small kisses over the whimpering twins neck, breasts pressed against each other. Emilia shuddered at the overpowering sensations. When Yasmina guided Emilia's fingers between the older girls thighs, she allowed it without question. Warmth, wetness and slick acceptance greeted her clumsy attempts to replicate the expert fingers soon back between her own legs.

When she came that first time, Yasmina had to smother Emilia's ecstatic shout with her own lips. They moaned their release into each others mouths frantically, hips bucking and spare hands clawing at exposed skin.

After that night, every bed time since had been an education Emilia had never dreamed of. The first time Yasmina used her mouth on her, she actually screamed into a cushion over her face. The first time Emilia was guided into imitating her cousins use of a tongue, she knew without any doubt that this was something she could not only be good at, but enjoy immensely. By the fourth night, they were pleasuring each other at the same time. Yasmina having to physically push Emilia away from her sex after several incredible orgasms.

"You, my angel, are a very diligent student" she joked as they lay together afterwards. "Maybe too good a student...I fear my husband will never in his life achieve your level of skill?"

Emilia basked in the praise...wrapped in her cousins arms and blissfully content as she'd never been before in her short life.

XXX

But now, on the morning of Yasmina's wedding, it was all ending. The five nights had been gloriously, ecstatically entertaining. More fun than she'd ever had. But faced with going back to sterile nights in this bed with just her sullen sister for company, she pouted again.

"Please Yasmina….just once more?...I promise I will be sooo quick?" this with a husky giggle.

The older girl sighed, just about to pick up her shift from the floor. She really shouldn't...the house would be waking in less than half an hour. She turned to say as much again to her cousin, but as she did, Emilia pulled back the sheet, revealing her bold nakedness...one hand already busy between her open thighs.

"That's very naughty Emilia and…." Yasmina said in resignation as the girl smiled up at her.

"Completely irresistible..?" Emilia laughed cheekily and lifted her arms up.

They fell back on the bed, hands already seeking each other out. Maybe ten more minutes would be safe enough…

XXX

As Emilia was being pleasured by her obliging cousin for the last time, Princess Naomi was arguing with her mother. A familiar morning ritual.

"I still do not understand why I have to be bathed like a child mother? I'm perfectly capable of doing my own washing?"

He mother sighed in resignation. It was the third time this month that her wayward daughter had complained about this.

"Naomi, my pearl...you are a Princess. Princesses do not bathe alone. We have slaves girls for that task. They are gentle with you?"

Naomi nodded reluctantly

"..and thorough?"

The girl huffed in agreement. A little too thorough, especially the new girl Fatima. Naomi had noticed that the girls fingers lingered on her breasts longer than any of the others and when it came to more...intimate areas... she had been forced more than once to take the soap from the slim North Africans hand, giving it to a less...thorough girl. The fact that the slaves strokes and intrusions had made her squirm in pleasure was by the way. Naomi had barely begun to explore herself alone in her bed...she wasn't about to lose control in front of a bevy of giggling servants. Even in her innocence, she knew that some of the wives and concubines preferred female caresses. Sex between the occupants of the harem was routinely indulged. But as her mother repeatedly told her...she was different. A princess.

"Well then, there is little to complain about, my precious. Now, I have an audience with my husband the Sultan Pasha this afternoon. Attend to your books daughter, Greek and Latin grammar Naomi...I hear you have been neglecting them of late?"

Gia swept out of her daughters room with an amused smile. Naomi liked to complain, but she was in all other respects a dutiful and respectful daughter. Once out of the girls room though, her brow creased in worry. This audience with the Sultan was an important one. She knew the Grand Vizier was anxious to secure her daughters hand in marriage. She was determined to do everything in her power to prevent that. Her plans for Naomi were still not fully thought through, but they definitely did not involve handing her over to that fat sexual deviant.

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OK, first chapter done. A bit of (Cuk) Cook nonsense, followed by (Emilia) Emily's education. Naomi's story is in the next one, plus a bit of character development for the wonderful Gia (Gina) Oh, and Katerina of course! Do love me a bit of KFF!

Comments? Yes please...