Lost in Arabia: Appeasing Merva
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Wearing a tailored suit, she was slender, but her curvaceousness was also evident. She was also fairly tall for a Turkish girl at what appeared to be five-foot-eight, and seemed to have both long legs and a long torso. She was absolutely perfect; a freak of nature.
She was also currently hissing at Prince Khalid in Arabic.
One barked word from Khalid shut her up though, and her eyes quickly filled with tears. She started pleading with him, her hysteria evident even without an understanding of the language.
And Khalid stood there totally unmoved by her tears and pleas. He wrapped an arm around her in a comforting gesture, but his face and tone were resolute, clearly not giving Merva whatever she was begging for.
Lana, for her part, was stunned. This beautiful and successful woman was unraveling at Khalid's feet.
Her tears finally quieted into shuddering breaths, then faded into steady breathing. But when she righted herself and looked at Lana, her face was filled with loathing.
***
Khalid concealed his alarm at Merva's obvious hatred toward Lana.
No woman was ever happy when he let them go, but Merva's level of rage would be dangerous for Lana if he didn't step in. He'd been right to end things with her. Her obsession with him had grown to an unhealthy level, and it was time to cut the ties.
"Merva," he said sharply, turning her attention back to him, "you know the rules. You will do nothing to damage her permanently. No breaking the skin - and be especially careful with her ass; the skin there will break easily - nothing that could damage internal organs, no defecation, no suffocation." He frowned at her mutinous glare. "If you can't handle that, then I'll break with tradition and just say goodbye."
Her eyes widened. "No! It's fine! I'll be gentle with her." Her lips curled seductively. "Well, not "too" gentle..."
He nodded, then glanced back at Lana. She stood there watching intently, but unable to know what they were saying. He grinned wickedly. She was not going to be happy when she found out.
"Lana, I know you're wondering why you're here."
Her head seemed to start to nod, then stop as if refusing to admit he was right. So stubborn.
"As I told you, Merva has been my submissive for the last year. She has been wonderful, but, as I told her from the start, I cannot stay with one woman for too long. However, I have a tradition. When I find a new submissive, I take her to see the woman I am leaving for her. Then I give the woman who has served me faithfully the chance to both say goodbye to me, and to punish the woman who has taken my interest, within, of course, the limits of safety. You will be serving Merva today." He didn't miss the cruel upward tilt of Merva's lips.
Lana appeared to be speechless. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide with shock. He knew that wouldn't last long.
He was right.
"Of all the egotistical, pompous-!" she cut off abruptly. He was fairly certain that was more from not having any invectives foul enough to describe him rather than being finished.
"Are you mad? Wait, what am I asking? Of course you're bloody mad! But you!" she said accusingly, swinging to Merva, "You're not actually "okay" with this, are you? This man is a bloody lunatic! Tell me you're not willing to participate in this!"
Merva shrugged one shoulder in a careless gesture. "If I must lose him, then I will say my goodbyes. And I will see if you are capable of replacing me. Which I doubt." Her eyes glinted with malice.
Lana gaped at her. "This pig is degrading both of us. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Khalid chuckled. She was a very fiery thing, his new sub.
Merva spun back to him. "She doesn't even want to serve you! She disrespects you!" she said desperately, "I love you! I love serving you! Don't throw me away for this English bitch!"
Khalid shook his head. "You and I are finished. And she is a more willing submissive than her words imply. She is simply saying the words she thinks she ought to feel. She is a submissive, and she will serve me," he said firmly. Really, Merva was starting to get annoying.
He turned back to Lana, who was trying to inch her way back to the door. "You will serve Merva, or I will give you to some of the rougher Palace security for a night. I should warn you though, the last sub who forced me to do that said they were animals with her, and I will not be there to make sure you are safe. But, your choice..." he said, in a tone that made it clear there was really no choice at all.
He could see Lana weighing her options in her head. Submit to a woman who obviously violently detested her, or be given to a group of men who would rape her, uncaring of her body's response. Her resignation was clear on her face.
He smiled. "Merva, do as you like, within the rules."
Merva grinned maliciously. He had no doubt she was going to give Lana a good working over.
Merva strode over to the beautifully carved chest she kept his supplies in for him. She began withdrawing devices of every conceivable shape and function. She was going to make this last.
She stripped off her suit jacket, then undid the side of her wrap silk shirt. She unzipped her pants and stepped out of those too, turning to him and posing, knowing he couldn't help but admire her body. Her black lace underwear stood out against her olive skin, and the high cut of her panties served to emphasise the length of her legs. When she undid the front clasp of her bra, spilling her breasts free, he saw Lana swallow.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" he murmured to Lana.
Merva smirked and kicked off her panties. Her pussy had bare lips topped with a neat patch of curls. She began donning a vinyl corset, and Lana and Khalid simply stood and watched. Her breasts were pushed together and up, practically spilling out of the corset by the time it was laced up. Next, she tugged on a short vinyl skirt which barely covered her behind. She shamelessly bent over, displaying her pussy to them as she tugged on first one vinyl boot then the other, zipping them up to her thighs. The pointed toes and spiked heels seemed to compound her overall air of mercilessness.
A pair of elbow length gloves completed the picture. Merva was the picture of an unkind mistress, ready to discipline her little subling and enjoy herself immensely.
"Strip," she ordered Lana.
Lana's mouth opened to form a refusal, but she seemed to catch herself and content herself with merely glaring at both of them while she complied.
Khalid's lips twitched. "I am going to sit. Stay in my view," he told Merva.
Merva, already lost in mistress mode, merely nodded curtly at him. She stared dispassionately at Lana who was now nude.
Lana's skin was peach to Merva's olive. Light pink nipples tipped her perfectly formed breasts, which were neither big nor small. The curve of her hips was perfect as well; neither too wide nor too narrow, but rather a slight flaring from her small waist. Her lips weren't full like Merva's nor were her eyes as wide and heavily fringed, but her mouth was sweet, particularly when she smiled, and her eyes were sloe-shaped and had an almost misty quality to them. Where Merva was like a thoroughbred, Lana was an Arabian; delicately built with exquisite curves that begged to be traced.
Khalid shifted to adjust his thickening cock.
"Get on your knees."
The two women locked in a staring contest, battling in a contest of wills until Lana broke, slipping down to her knees ungraciously. An almost genuine smile touched Merva's lips for the first time.
***
Lana seethed as she stared up at the bitch in vinyl. She hated this woman more than she'd ever hated anyone in her life. This was unnatural. Having Khalid do this with her was bad enough, but a woman?
"The bitch had better not be thinking I'm going near her minge", Lana thought to herself. She wasn't a goddamn lesbian. As she thought that though, the image flickered in her mind of the alternative. Khalid's particular brand of rape might be somewhat pleasurable, but that was not the norm for rapists. She had no doubt that these men he'd promised to give her to would conform with the usual type; brutal and completely uninterested in making it anything but painful and humiliating for her. One Merva was better than multiple men using her. Her eyes stung as she prayed that this Merva didn't have any lesbian urges, because she realised she'd do whatever she had to in order to avoid becoming the palace guards' plaything for the evening.
Merva's hand came up to her cheek, the vinyl warm and smooth against her skin. The room's air conditioner blasted frigid air, and Lana's nipples had already hardened into almost painfully tight little buds and her skin had drawn into gooseflesh. Because of the coldness of her body, the warm hand stroking her face felt almost pleasant.
Without warning, she slapped Lana, snapping her head to the side with the force of the blow. Lana was still reeling when Merva caught her up by the hair and wrenched her head back.
Merva said nothing, simply drilled into Lana with her stare for a stretched out moment. Her eyes were dark and turbulent, and had an almost crazed sheen to them. Lana barely refrained from cringing away.
When Merva finally spoke, her tone was strangely empty, almost as if only a part of her were doing the speaking. The rest of her, Lana decided, was undoubtedly off in space-cadet land. This woman was a complete and total nutjob.
"You know he whipped me once until it felt like my skin would fall off, and I didn't make a sound. One hundred lashes. I don't think you could handle that. You are the kind who equates submission with weakness."
No argument there - she did equate submission with weakness, and she "definitely" couldn't handle one hundred lashes!
"Lean forward and place your hands on the ground," Merva said. A corner of her mouth kicked up. "Like a dog."
Lana bit the insides of her cheeks. The position was degrading enough with a man, but to be ordered into it by this bitch was insufferable.
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