At the Service of the Sultan 1

[jessmartin]

This series that I begin to publish today, is surely my favorite series, my most personal work so far for two years I have published three episodes, since I write it as a break from the other series I'm writing, and I also try to keep the historical background of dates and characters.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

At the Service of the Sultan 1
My name is Eric Martínez and these are the first letters that I am writing in the diary of the journey that I am about to undertake under the command of Ambassador Rodrigo of Alcántara on my way to the city of Damascus to meet the Sultan of Egypt, the Great Saladin. I am writing these lines in the room where I am staying in the Caliphate Alcazar of Cordoba.

Although it may not be of interest for the development of the trip, I will make a small introduction of myself, I was born in the winter of 1165 in a small village in the County of Valladolid during the reign of Alfonso VIII, being the third son of a castilian nobleman in the service of the king and a former lady-in-waiting to Queen Leonor de Plantagenet, hence my not very castilian name.

Being the third son of a nobleman, my destiny should have been to enter a monastery in the service of God, but my mother's teachings and my natural talent for languages enabled me before I was fourteen to speak and write latin, greek, arabic and mozarabic (the language spoken in the borderlands between the christian and muslim kingdoms of the peninsula), and even to communicate without too much trouble with the fierce men from the north who came to the court seeking to trade.

This knowledge of languages helped me to enter the court of King Alfonso VIII as a scribe and translator of arabic texts shortly after my sixteenth birthday. Months after my arrival at court I was assigned to the service of Ambassador Rodrigo of Alcántara to assist him in the preparations for the journey I intend to document in this diary.

23rd March in the year of our Lord 1183.
A few weeks after my eighteenth birthday and benefiting from the arrival of spring and the fact that the days were getting longer, we set out from Burgos, taking advantage of a truce agreed between the King of Castilla Alfonso VIII and the Almoravid Emir Ali ibn Yusuf, a truce agreed for the sole purpose of rearming, resuming the attack at a later date and dealing with other more troublesome enemies, the Kingdom of León in the case of Alfonso and the Almohad invaders in North Africa in the case of Yusuf.

In agreement with King Alfonso, Don Rodrigo has decided to leave for Cordoba with a small retinue of just a dozen people; besides myself and Ambassador Rodrigo, half a dozen hardened men-at-arms, a priest, four servants and Don Rodrigo's young daughter, Jimena, who is my age and shares my interest in books.

15th April in the year of our Lord 1183.
Although the initial intention of the journey was to stop to rest only as much as necessary and without going near any inhabited place to avoid any problems, a blizzard forced us to take refuge in Andújar for several days, fortunately the safe-conducts sent by the Emir prevented us from any inconvenience.

Finally, on the morning of 15th April, we finally spotted Cordoba, arriving at the gates of its walls in the early afternoon. As soon as we cross the city walls, a new world opens up before my eyes: where in Castilla there is nothing but dry fields and famine due to the drought of recent years, in Cordoba there are fertile orchards, green gardens and abundance everywhere, the cheerful life and music that have been undermining the iron almoravid authority of its early years, filling the streets in contrast to the sobriety and silence that reign in the court of Burgos.

Another totally different aspect between the former caliphate city and Castilla that surprises me a lot, is the slavery issue, in Castilla there are slaves but most of them are men working in the fields and mines loaded with chains, my own father has several dozens of slaves working his lands despite being a minor noble, as for the slaves girls, in Castilla they wear the same heavy chains as the men and are mostly used for field work or as maids, only the richest nobles can afford to use them for other more pleasurable chores; On the other hand, as we walk through the streets of Cordoba on our way to the Emir's Palace, I can see slave girls strolling the streets peacefully, there are even some slave girls attending to their owners' businesses and proudly wearing their necklaces and markings.

Soon I notice that many of the slave girls are young Christian girls, and although Don Rodrigo and I for our wider education see this fact as normal, the same does not happen with the men-at-arms who begin to protest, Don Rodrigo manages to calm them down until shortly before reaching the Palace we find a slave stall that has for sale half a dozen young christian girls completely naked, at that moment the men-at-arms draw their swords and in seconds we find ourselves surrounded by the Palace guard. In an attempt to calm the men-at-arms, Don Rodrigo tries to buy the six young women to free them, but we are all surprised by the high price the merchant is asking, and in the end Don Rodrigo can only promise the men to speak to the Emir to free them.

Seeing the high price for the slave girls, I can't help but look at Jimena and feel afraid for her, so I decide to get closer to her and ride with her the rest of the way.

When we arrive at the Emir's Palace, the guard only allows Don Rodrigo, Jimena and me to enter, forcing the rest of the retinue to stay in the guard's barracks. Once inside the palace, Jimena and I have to wait in a room full of books while Don Rodrigo meets with the Emir.
Although I am impressed by the large number of books within our reach, I cannot take my eyes off Jimena, I have known her since I entered her father's service and I have seen her grow from a youthful beauty to a beautiful black-haired woman, with a cheerful face in which her two blue-green eyes stand out.

Trying to avert my gaze from Jimena I join her and we begin to carefully open some of the books to enjoy their beautiful illustrations. When Jimena opens a book and discovers that it is in arabic, she enthusiastically asks me to read her some small extracts from several of them.

So engrossed are we in looking through the books that we don't notice the arrival of a visitor until he catches our attention with a few taps on a table, “Welcome to Córdoba, Eric Martínez and Jimena Rodríguez, I am Hafel ibn Hussein, if you will accompany me I will show you to your rooms so that you can prepare for dinner;” he greets us cordially in latin and we proceed to follow him.

When Hafel opens a door and directs Jimena to enter, I prepare to follow, but am immediately stopped by two guards who are stationed on the other side of the door, “If I were you, I wouldn't do it my young friend;” Hafel says to me smiling. “Only the Emir, pure guards and whoever the Emir gives permission may enter the harem, but don't worry, young Jimena will be well looked after.”

I am about to ask about the pure guards when with a sly gesture Hafel moves his hand to his crotch and makes the gesture of a knife, getting me to understand everything perfectly. We walk for several more minutes through the corridors of the Palace until Hafel opens another door and directs me to enter: “These will be your quarters while you remain in the Palace, the two slave girls you will find inside will attend to you in whatever way you wish, you may use them as you wish, we have left you suitable clothes for dinner.”

I barely pay attention to Hafel's words, I can't get out of my amazement at the room I have been assigned, it is practically as big as my father's entire small castle, and decorated with every luxury imaginable, only joyful laughter brings me out of my astonishment and I see how two girls covered only in transparent silks approach me, to take me by the hand and lead me to a huge bathtub.

As one of the girls removes the top of my clothes the other pulls down my trousers releasing my cock and letting out a small giggle at the sight of it uncircumcised, I quickly find myself naked and my body soapy. The caresses and the rubbing of the wet body of the slave girls with mine cause an unwanted effect, my cock gets completely hard and between laughs both slave girls kneel in front of me to take it to their mouths and take turns to suck me until they get me to cum abundantly in their faces.

As soon as I cum I can't help but feel completely ashamed for using two young girls who are probably here against their will, although they don't seem to mind what has happened and after they finish bathing me they guide me to the bed to help me get dressed. As I approach the bed I can't hide my astonishment, there are elegant clothes on it that would make the king himself envious, they are also embroidered with the emblem of my family, but what I like most of all what I see on the bed is an elaborate book with golden inlays and blank pages that the Emir gives me to write the diary of the trip.

I have barely finished dressing when a guard knocks at the door and escorts me to the dining room where the Ambassador Don Rodrigo, the Emir and Hafel, who happens to be the Court Physician and Counsellor, are already waiting, a few minutes later three women appear accompanied by two guards, Sayida, the Emir's favourite wife, his eldest daughter Sarah and Jimena.

I am sure that in the coming months I will be asked about the beauty of Sayida and Sarah, and I will not be able to answer anything because tonight my eyes are not fixed on them, I cannot take my eyes off Jimena who, dressed like her hosts in glamorous silks but without a veil, looks to me like the goddess of beauty reincarnated. Her lightly made-up face shines in the torchlight, as does her long jet-black hair, but what strikes me most are her breasts and ass, which, if they caused a bulge in the sober castilian garments, are now revealed to my eyes in all their splendour.

Dinner goes by without any remarkable event until the Emir and Hafel decide to test my linguistic skills and start a little interrogation mixing different languages, when they finish they are satisfied and Hafel congratulates me in the language of the northerners knowing that surely only he and I understand it.

The dinner takes longer than expected and when I return to my rooms it's late in the morning, when I open the door I discover the two slave girls waiting naked kneeling at the foot of the bed, I approach to take a good look at them, which I didn't do while they were bathing me and sucking my cock, one of them is blonde and with big tits probably of nordic origin and the other taller and thinner with smaller tits is probably of franc or lombard origin, Hafel has told me that I can use them however I want, and although a few hours ago when I cum on her face after having my cock sucked I felt bad, now the excess wine from dinner and the sight of Jimena have turned me on too much and I decide to say goodbye to the blonde and stick with the brunette who reminds me of my beautiful travelling companion.

My sexual experience up to this moment is quite scarce, limited to having fucked some maid bent over a table and cum after half a dozen movements, when following that model I bend the slave Girl on the bed to fuck her that way she starts to protest mixing latin, arabic and mozarabic making it hard for me to understand her.

Treating me as if she was the one in charge, the slave girl starts to give me orders in arabic, “Lie down on the bed and let me do it, I assure you that we will enjoy much more both, these arabs can be barbarians in many aspects but they know how to give pleasure to a woman, they don't just open your legs and fuck you or fuck you from behind as if you were a simple animal;” she tells me without stopping smiling at me.

As soon as I lay down on the bed, just like she did in the bathtub she puts my cock in her mouth and starts sucking it, I had never had my cock sucked before this afternoon, and the slave girl takes it deep in her throat making my whole body shudder with pleasure, every time she notices that I'm about to cum the slave girl stops and squeezes my balls hard causing me an intense pain that makes me move away from the climax, she immediately starts kissing and licking my cock again until she puts it back in her mouth, she repeats the operation several times until after half an hour she lets me get to the release and I cum intensely in her throat.

Without giving me time to recover the slave girl sits on my body taking the tip of my cock still hard to her pussy, to drop down impaling herself on it, I feel how the inside of her pussy embraces my cock and I'm sure that if I had not cum a couple of minutes ago I would be cumming again. As soon as the slave girl has the full length of my cock inside her she starts to ride me wildly for the next half hour, when I feel I am about to cum I turn around causing the slave girl to fall backwards onto the bed with her legs spread wide and me still buried deep in her pussy, I continue to fuck her for a few more seconds until to the cry of 'Jimena!' I pull out of her pussy and unload my cum on her belly.

April 22nd, in the year of our Lord 1183.
We have been seven days in Cordoba, I have not written anything in the diary during this time as I have not found anything interesting to reflect on, the days have consisted of endless meetings of Don Rodrigo and I with Hafel and the captain of the galley with which we are going to cross the strait, the nights have all been the same as the first one, sharing dinner with the Emir, Sayida and Sarah.

The reason for writing in the diary now was to find out at dinner that tomorrow we are leaving for Almeria, and I decided to describe briefly the two beautiful women with whom we have been spending time these days.

Sayida is in her thirties, dark-skinned and slender, with generous sized tits that she doesn't mind showing off to show off her nipple ornaments, of Egyptian origin, she moves around the palace like a panther, watching everything with great attention. As soon as I spoke to her twice, it became clear to me that she is not only a pretty face and a spectacular body, she follows every conversation attentively as if she understands everything we say (I have no doubt she does), and she keeps asking us questions about Castilla that don't seem to come up in conversation.

Sarah can be beautiful, sexy and spectacular, she is eighteen years old and the daughter of a concubine of nordic origin, from whom she has inherited a lush body and alluring blue eyes. Unlike Sayida, Sarah is totally superficial and shows no interest in our conversations, although I have seen her very interested in watching me train with my naked torso next to the Emir's guards.

The most remarkable thing about these seven days, apart from the endless meetings, has been the time I have spent with Jimena walking alone in the gardens or reading her books in the immense library, which has led me to fall more and more in love with her, even though I know it is an impossible relationship.

Another thing to note, although I don't know if I should reflect it in this diary, is how I have enjoyed every night the pleasures of my two slave girls. Every night of these seven days I have fucked the brunette slave girl imagining that she was Jimena, a couple of nights I have also enjoyed the company of the blonde slave girl. Yaritza that's how the beautiful brunette is called has taught me pleasures that I didn't believe existed no matter how she gave herself completely to me, even knowing that in my mind I wasn't fucking her, I was fucking Jimena, even when two nights ago after whipping her for fun I anally deflowered her it was Jimena's face and body that I saw all the time covered in tears, cum and whip marks.

25th April in the year of our Lord 1183.
The members of the retinue arrived in Almeria in the company of Hafel who had decided to accompany us part of the way to make his obligatory pilgrimage to Mecca. As soon as we arrived at the port, the captain of the galley informed us that a new Almohad revolt had broken out in North Africa and that we should consider delaying our journey. That same night, while Don Rodrigo was thinking about what we should do, something happened that would complicate the trip even more. Without warning, the men-at-arms, the priest and the servants left us to return to Burgos, leaving Jimena and me alone with the Ambassador.

After spending hours talking and asking Hafel for advice, Don Rodrigo decides to continue our journey, the only thing that changes is the place where we will disembark in Africa, instead of crossing the strait, we will travel along the coast and disembark near Alexandria.

29th April in the year of our Lord 1183.
It is the fourth day of sailing in the Mediterranean, when in the early afternoon I hear a commotion on deck, I leave my cabin to discover that a crew member has found a stowaway on board, after taking him on deck I am surprised to discover that it is Yaritza, the brunette slave girl I have enjoyed during my stay in the Palace, on seeing me she breaks free from the sailors grip and throws herself at my feet begging me to become her master, I look at Hafel waiting for an answer on what to do in this situation.

Hafel orders two crew members to strip Yaritza naked and tie her to one of the masts of the galley, “As an escaped slave Girl from the Emir's harem, she should be flogged to death, but on this ship the ultimate authority is the captain and it is up to him to decide if that is her fate, although he could also decide to throw her overboard or hand her over to his crew as a distraction, although in this case there is a latter option;” Hafel says looking at me. “The slave has begged you to be her owner, if you accept she will be yours and no one will be able to touch her, besides she would be useful for the journey, Jimena could use her as a servant to attend to her during the rest of the voyage.”

I am clear about my decision regarding Yaritza, but before I can announce it, Hafel steps forward again and gestures to two of the crew who return with a brazier and some branding irons, Hafel extends his hand towards me indicating that I hand him the seal with the family emblem that the Emir gave me before leaving Cordoba, I do so without asking and to my surprise and without saying a word he attaches it to one of the irons and places it on the coals, when he considers it hot enough he removes it and with a quick movement in full view of everyone he places it a few centimetres above Yaritza's pussy marking her with my emblem. “Now she is your slave girl now, young Eric;” Hafel says handing me the seal after dipping it in water and cleaning it.

In the evening, as I spread my slave girl's legs apart to fuck her and caress her fresh mark, Yaritza surprises me with her words, “Thank you Master Eric for accepting me as your slave girl, I promise to prepare Jimena for when you decide to enslave her.”

As I bury my cock in Yaritza's pussy making her moan with pleasure, I respond to her words, “Jimena is a free young Christian girl, not a slave whore like you, and I would never enslave her;” I tell her.

Between gasps of pleasure, Yaritza dares to answer me; “I assure you that you will and I will have her ready.”
Angry at Yaritza's words I pull out of her pussy and turn her over to lay her face down on the bed, without any lubrication I begin to fuck her tight ass to punish her for her words although seeing how seconds later she begins to moan intensely I begin to think that it's not going to be too much punishment for her.

May 3rd, in the year of our Lord 1183.
The trip is not turning out as we had hoped, three days ago a storm surprised us causing serious damage to the ship and forcing us to moor in one of the Balearic Islands for repairs. While the repairs continue, Hafel, Don Rodrigo and I meet to go over the letters to Sultan Saladin while Yaritza and Jimena enjoy themselves on the beach as if they were two normal young women and not a Mistress and her slave girl. As night falls, Yaritza returns to my cabin and continues to discover unknown pleasures to me while insisting that I enslave Jimena.

Although I have repeatedly ordered Yaritza not to speak of enslaving Jimena again, I allow her to tell me everything she does with her, one night as she rides my cock wildly she begins to tell me what has happened during the day. “Today Miss Jimena has allowed me to bathe her for the first time, she has a slim body and her skin is very soft, her tits are smaller than mine but I am sure Master will enjoy playing with them, especially her nipples, they are very sensitive...”

We stop our sexual frenzy for a few seconds and I look at her with surprise making her let out a laugh.

“Don't be surprised Master Eric, as a slave girl I must serve whoever I am ordered to serve and I assure you that Mistresses Sayida and Sarah are very demanding of the slave girls who serve them.”

Imagining Yaritza between her Mistresses legs, I can't control my excitement and I cum in her pussy instantly, “Don't worry Master Eric, I will get you hard again;” she tells me starting to stroke my cock with her fingers.

Yaritza starts to masturbate me with her hand as she continues to tell me details of Jimena's bathroom, “Her waist is very narrow and her belly soft and smooth although it would be better if she got rid of all that pubic hair, her pussy is welcoming and gets wet right away, as soon as I put my fingers inside her she started moaning with pleasure, she is so tight I could barely get two of my fingers inside.”

I don't let Yaritza speak any more, my cock is once again hard more from the description of Jimena's body than from her manual labour, I place her on all fours on the bed and push my cock inside her pussy as I start to play with her tits, although this time I don't say her name, all the time I imagine that it is Jimena's tits I am fondling and that it is her tight pussy that is squeezing around my cock.

May 8th, in the year of our Lord 1183.
When the galley was fully repaired, we were forced to postpone our journey due to Don Rodrigo's sudden illness. For the next few days I have no opportunity to enjoy Yaritza's company and keep her telling me about Jimena, the two young women take turns looking after the Ambassador and I concentrate all my efforts on planning the rest of the journey with Hafel.

15th May in the year of our Lord 1183.
We have been sailing for three days without problems, finally after five days of fever Don Rodrigo seems to have recovered and everything is back to normal. During the day don Rodrigo has rejoined the meetings with Hafel and me, although we try to keep them short to let him rest, in the evenings I can once again enjoy Yaritza's body and her day to day stories with Jimena. Tonight at dinner Yaritza starts talking to me, “Mistress Jimena asked me about you Master Eric, she asked me to tell her about what you do to me at night, it seems that these last few nights I have been screaming too loud while you were fucking me and she heard everything.”

“You didn't tell her anything did you?” I ask totally embarrassed.

“I have told her everything Master Eric, at first I refused but Mistress Jimena threatened to punish me and I had to tell her everything;” the slave girl answers me making a fake terrified face.

Yaritza continues talking, “I have told Mistress Jimena how before you fuck me you kiss my lips and then you start down my neck stopping at my nipples, sucking and licking them until you get them hard and then you continue down my belly and take over my pussy assaulting it with your fingers and tongue until you bring me to orgasm before you fuck my pussy and ass.”

My cock is getting harder and harder and I get up to grab Yaritza and fuck her, but first I ask her curiously, “What did Jimena do after that?”
Yaritza anticipating my desire has climbed on the table offering me her pussy as she answers me, “Nothing Master Eric, she simply undressed and asked me to make her feel the same way I felt with you, I kissed her on the lips and inserted my tongue in her mouth, I bit her nipples until they were hard as I put my fingers in her pussy and finally I placed myself between her legs and sought her clit with my tongue; she cum in my mouth twice;” she tells me. “I'm sure they were her first orgasms. In no time she will be ready for you, Master Eric.”

As I fuck Yaritza stretched out on the table and despite knowing I have no chance of enslaving Jimena, I give my slave girl permission to continue her games, after all I have nothing to lose and much to gain.

20th May in the year of our Lord 1183.
When we get on deck, the captain informs us that the next day we will disembark in a natural harbour several days from Alexandria. In the last few days, thanks to the information Yaritza gives me about her time with Jimena, my desire for her has been growing.

As I walk along the deck I see the two young women sitting next to the helmsman smiling happily to know that soon we will be back on dry land, as I watch them I can't help thinking about everything that Yaritza told me a few hours ago.

I've been playing with my fingers in Yaritza's pussy for a while now without her ever mentioning Jimena. “Don't you have anything to tell me about Jimena?” I finally ask her.

“Nothing interesting Master;” she replies between moans. “Oh I forgot! This afternoon Mistress Jimena ate my pussy until she brought me to orgasm;” she blurts out as if it were nothing.

Seeing her smile, I pinch her clit making her let out a little scream, “Tell me in detail or I assure you that within the hour you will have two beautiful gold rings adorning your nipples;” I indicate her.

“Please Master Eric, I was only joking, I will tell you everything, but please don't turn me into a slut;” she pleads with tears in her eyes.
In this time Yaritza has put up with me deflowering her ass or spanking her, fucking her imagining she's Jimena, but I don't know why she's terrified of being ringed. “Don't worry, tell me everything and nothing will happen to you;” I tell her, wiping her tears with my fingers.

Smiling again, Yaritza grabs my hand and pulls me onto the bed pushing me down on top of her, “I can do two things at once, Master Eric;” she says climbing on top of me to impale herself on my cock.

“Two days ago, after I brought her to orgasm, Mistress Jimena surprised me by giving me a kiss on the lips, thanking me for the orgasm and asking me if I didn't like being touched by a woman;” Yaritza begins to tell me slowly moving up and down on my cock.

“I told her that of course I did, and that Mistresses Sayida and Sarah really liked playing with my pussy. As soon as I told her that she started kissing me all over my body until she got to my pussy and started playing with her tongue;” she continues to tell me and is interrupted by moans of pleasure.

“It was incredible Master Eric!” she says closing her eyes, probably imagining Jimena's tongue in her pussy. ”I really enjoy it when Master eats my pussy, but it can't compare to a woman's touch;” she blurts out between the choked moans of her orgasm.

“I didn't tell you about it because I didn't know if it would happen again, but yesterday she not only brought me to orgasm again, we ended up pleasuring each other to orgasm at the same time;” she finally tells me, speeding up her movements until she makes me cum.

I continue to watch the two young women for the rest of the morning, imagining their naked bodies entwined in passion and I have to endure Hafel and the captain's teasing as my cock begins to bulge in my trousers.

“Looks like someone can't get enough of his nights of sex with his beautiful slave girl and wants to bury himself between her legs again now;” Hafel says to me amidst his and the captain's laughter.

“You are wrong my dear Hafel, I don't think our young friend is thinking about his slave girl, rather I think the one he imagines moaning in sweat enjoying his cock is the young christian girl;” the captain smilingly exposes.

Embarrassed that they have noticed my feelings towards Jimena I retreat to my cabin to pack all my things for the disembarkation. I have barely been doing so for five minutes when Yaritza enters my cabin in a hurry, “Fuck me at once, Master Eric, I have an appointment with Mistress Jimena in a little while;” she asks, shedding the robe that covers her body when she is on deck.

I don't know what Yaritza's intentions are, but after how excited I've been all morning she doesn't have to tell me twice, so I lean her against the wall and start fucking her until I cum in her pussy. Without a word Yaritza gets dressed again and leaves my cabin leaving me intrigued.

When Yaritza meets me in the evening I wait for her to say something before I ask her but she says nothing and it is obvious she is enjoying herself, “Damn it Yaritza tell me everything that is going on right now or I assure you as soon as we dock in Alexandria I will sell you to a brothel.”

Yaritza again as she has done on other occasions pretends to be scared and starts talking, “Repeating what happened yesterday, as soon as I was alone with Jimena after lunch, the first thing we did was to lie on the bed and lick each other's pussy until we reached orgasm, when we finished Jimena asked me intrigued by the thick white liquid that filled my pussy, without further ado I told her that you had just fucked me and it was your semen, her reaction was to lick her lips and smile.”

After telling me that detail I lay Yaritza on the bed and rewarded her with half a dozen orgasms and for the first time during the trip I let her sleep with me on the bed instead of chaining her to the wall lying on a blanket.

21st May in the year of our Lord 1183.
Finally, after almost a month's journey, we disembark in Egypt, although it was still several days' journey by land from Alexandria. In addition to disembarking Don Rodrigo, Jimena, Yaritza, Hafel and myself, we watched as the ship's sailors disembarked a figure chained and covered from head to foot in a black cloth, which none of us had seen at any time during our journey. An armed escort sent by Saladin awaits us in the small port, along with a caravan of maids and servants to make our journey more comfortable.

23rd May in the year of our Lord 1183.
The desert and the mainland seem to suit Don Rodrigo, who had not quite recovered from his illness, he feels so well that he asks Hafel to visit the ruins of an ancient Roman city that we are close to. While the rest of the caravan rests in a small oasis, Don Rodrigo and Hafel, accompanied by a small escort, set off for the ruins.

25th May in the year of our Lord 1183.
It has been two days since Hafel and Don Rodrigo set out for the ruins, during which time I have forbidden Yaritza to separate from Jimena and leave their tent, I am not sure how the soldiers will react without Hafel's presence. This order to Yaritza causes me for the first time in weeks not to enjoy my slave girl's body and tell me of her advances with Jimena.

At dusk a group of nomads set up camp a few metres from our camp, the soldiers are alerted by their presence and step up security.

Before sunset, the captain of the escort enters my tent accompanied by a young nomad who, after greeting me, begins to speak to me: “My sir, Moussa Ag Almih wishes to invite the sires of this caravan to dine in his tent this evening.

I look at the captain of the escort with surprise without knowing very well why he has brought him before me, and I speak to him in latin so that the young nomad cannot understand us, “Hafel told us that in his absence and in the absence of Don Rodrigo you are the person in command of the caravan, Don Eric;” the captain answers me.

I feel strange to hear how the captain refers to me, but in the end I reply to the young nomad: “It will be an honour to accept your sir's invitation, I will be accompanied by a christian lady and one of my slave girls.

We take out of one of the boots the clothes that Jimena and I wore at the distant dinner with the Emir in Cordoba and Yaritza stays in Jimena's tent helping her to dress; shortly before leaving for the nomad tent Yaritza enters my tent wearing silks that conceal virtually nothing of her body and kneels in front of me with a collar in her hand, “Please, Master Eric, put this collar on me, according to nomadic custom, any slave girl without a collar can be claimed by anyone who wishes it.”

I have never thought of putting a collar on Yaritza to let everyone know she is my slave girl, but there is no way I want to lose her, I close it around her neck and notice that the look in her eyes goes out as if her whole world has suddenly collapsed.

As we enter Moussa's tent we discover a man in his fifties who stands up to greet us, speaking in latin he shakes our hands in western style: “It is a pleasure to meet you Sahib Eric and may Allah preserve your beauty Sahiba Jimena.”

Jimena blushes at Moussa's words and we both respond to his greeting: “May God keep your house and protect it always.” After the greeting he introduces us to the rest of the tent's occupants, her fourteen-year-old son and heir Gazef, her ten-year-old son Ahmed and her eighteen-year-old eldest daughter Zeiga.

I am surprised to see Zeiga, and not just because her face is uncovered, but because of the extraordinary beauty of her face and the sensuality she conveys with every movement of her body as she rises to greet us, raising her right hand to her lips. Her white, tanned leather clothes only enhance her olive skin and hug her generous curves. I've been enjoying a beauty like Yaritza for a long time, and secretly lusting after Jimena for years, but as soon as I see Zeiga my heart starts to race and I can't help but notice that she keeps looking at me with interest.

Moussa sees the surprise and interest on my face and smiles, “Among the nomads, women do not cover their faces, only slave girls do so in front of men who are not their masters.” At Moussa's words I look back and see that Yaritza has covered her face with a blue silk veil to match the silks she wears. Dinner passes quietly and I am surprised by the broad culture of my host, the image we have of nomads in Castilla is of poor and illiterate people.

We return to our tents late at night, a few minutes after being in my tent, Yaritza surprises me by entering still covered with the veil, “Master Eric, it is customary among nomads to exchange slave girls with their guests, I will go now to Moussa's tent, and in another of the tents in his camp his slave girl is waiting for you, but remember that you cannot discover her face.”

I follow Yaritza and watch a little jealous as she enters Moussa's tent, I forget about her and enter the tent where the slave girl is waiting for me, as I enter the tent my heart stops, all the blood that should be circulating through my body seems to have gone to my cock as I see what I have in front of me.

Sitting cross-legged exposing a perfectly shaved pussy is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, her oil-smeared body glistens in the candlelight that fills the tent, highlighting the henna tattoos that adorn almost her entire body and the makeup on her nipples, a green silk veil covers her face and dark hair is gathered at the nape of her neck.

I try to imagine the slave girl's face, but the veil and the dark make-up around her eyes prevent me from getting any idea of what she must really look like. I sit next to her and without wasting any time I bring my hungry mouth to one of her hard nipples sucking and licking it with my tongue, the slave girl's body squirms from my caresses, and when I bring my hand to her pussy slipping two fingers inside to grab her clit, it only takes a couple of minutes to make her explode in an intense orgasm.

Without letting her recover from her climax, I lay the slave girl down on the rugs and position myself between her legs, placing my cock at the entrance to her pussy I hear her speak for the first time in a strange arabic accent, “Please Master, I am a virgin.”

I ignore her words although I notice how my blood gets even hotter and my cock seems about to explode, I push hard into her pussy until I bump into her virginity, I feel the young girl's body tense up but I don't stop and move my hips forward without stopping until all my cock is inside her, the slave girl's pussy squeezes my cock so hard that I can't help but cum inside her. I stay inside the slave girl's pussy, still kissing her and enjoying her tender nipples again, every time I lick, suck or bite one of her nipples her whole body shudders.

After a few minutes playing with the slave girl my cock is hard again and I start thrusting my hips making her moan more and more intensely. “It's a pity I can't enjoy your mouth, but I hope your ass is as tight as your pussy;” I tell her in arabic to make her understand me without stopping fucking her.

Hearing me talking about fucking her ass, the slave girl's body trembles and she starts pounding me with her fists trying to make me come out of her, “I guess from your reaction that you are a virgin there too, I feel sorry for you, I can't forget how much I enjoyed it when I fucked Yaritza's ass for the first time, and I want to repeat the experience.”

The slave girl continues to scream and fight with me without stopping hitting me, until I get tired of her attitude I drag her to the centre of the tent and tie her hands to one of the poles holding her and then hook her ankles to two spears that I stick in the floor, to prevent her screams from attracting anyone's attention I gag her using her own veil. I take a riding crop and start to beat her focusing on her tits and pussy, to my surprise despite the blows the slave girl comes to an intense orgasm as I punish her. Throwing the whip on the floor I grab a pot of oil from one of the tables and pour all its contents over my cock and her ass to lubricate it.

Despite having lubricated the slave girl's asshole abundantly, I barely manage to introduce my cock beyond the bud and I notice how her body tenses before the intrusion. Despite the excitement, I take it easy and push slowly into her ass, stimulating her clit to make her forget about the situation. It takes me half an hour and two orgasms to get my cock all the way into her tight hole, from that moment I start fucking her and I don't stop all night long alternating her ass and pussy, in the end I fall asleep with my cock inside the slave girl's pussy and I have to be woken up when the sun is already shining in the sky by Yaritza who takes the slave girl back to her master Moussa.

Leaving Moussa's tent, instead of going to my tent, I go to the small lagoon in the middle of the oasis to freshen up. As I wash myself I can't help thinking that it's a shame I don't have enough money to buy Moussa's slave girl, both her pussy and asshole squeezing my cock and increasing my pleasure. Some sudden screams bring me out of my thoughts and suddenly I see dozens of riders attacking the oasis.

I get out of the water to try to defend myself, but at once I realise that I left my sword in my tent before going to dinner with Moussa, one of the horsemen sees me and comes towards me with his spear ready to pierce me, my chances to dodge him are minimal, then I feel something pass by my head and see a spear hit the horseman in the chest, I look back and see how the captain of the escort unsheathes his scimitar while throwing my sword at me.

I am not a soldier, but like any young castilian, I learned to use a sword as soon as I could hold it and both in Cordoba and on the galley I have spent time practising with Hafel and some of the sailors. I immediately realise that the attack is focused on Moussa's tent and I head towards it as I give orders to the captain; “Protect Jimena and Yaritza and send the remaining men to help me.”

Without realising that I am naked I reach Moussa's tent and find him fighting with several raiders aided by young Gazef, while little Ahmed hides in the blankets of the tent. I don't miss Zeiga until I hear a woman scream and see several raiders come out of the back carrying several women on their shoulders; seeing that Moussa is coping well, I go out after the women and manage to knock down two of the raiders who drop their prisoners.

I discover that one of the young women is Zeiga, she has some of her clothes ripped off, and her round breasts are on display for all to see, the young woman instead of worrying about covering her nudity, grabs one of the fallen assailants swords and places her back against mine ready to fight, soon we are surrounded by more than a dozen assailants and we try to defend ourselves as best we can. The two of us fight as if possessed, me trying to save the young woman I have just realised I am completely in love with and Zeiga trying to rid herself of the terrible fate that awaits her if she is captured by the raiders. Within minutes half of the raiders have fallen under our swords and the rest flee at the sight of Moussa arriving along with the captain of the escort and several other men. The spoils the raiders take are a pair of Moussa's slave girls and four horses, but they leave behind twenty dead men.

We have barely recovered from the attack when Hafel and Don Rodrigo return, as soon as I see the Ambassador I know something serious has happened. Hafel helps him off his horse and orders him to be taken to the tent, “Send for Jimena and Yaritza to attend to him.”
Hafel turns to me quickly, “We didn't make it to the ruins, he collapsed off his horse and we made our way back here, I don't think he'll make it through the night. Now my young friend tell me all about what happened here.”

I am telling Hafel what happened without taking my eyes off the tent where Jimena and Yaritza are attending to Don Rodrigo when I see Moussa approaching us and upon seeing my companion he stands still; although Hafel doesn't notice I see him put a finger to his lips to gesture to Moussa, who approaches and joins our conversation. “There were men from the Emir of Algiers and the Emir of Cyrenaica, they wanted to take my daughter, but this young man stopped them;” Mussad tells us.

Hafel's face twitches at the news but he says nothing and tells me to follow him to the tent where they are attending to Don Rodrigo, I see the tears on Jimena's face and when I approach her to embrace her she avoids me and moves away.

26th May in the year of our Lord 1183.
I don't know where I have found the strength to write these lines, but after having written in this diary all about my fantasies and sexual adventures, I couldn't help but write about the moment of death of the person who for the last two years has been my guardian and supporter at court.

The hours pass slowly waiting for the inevitable, only Jimena seems to have hope and does not stop praying to God for the soul of her father. Shortly before dawn and seeing his end near, Don Rodrigo asks for confession, even though I am not a priest, I am the only Christian present and being alone with him I agree to listen to the Ambassador's last words and give him the last rites. Minutes later Ambassador Rodrigo of Alcántara dies with Jimena embracing him and weeping inconsolably.

Before noon we bury Don Rodrigo's body a few metres from the oasis, with a simple wooden cross on top that the desert sands will cover in a few days; on our return to the oasis both Jimena and I retire to our tents in silence without any certainty about what awaits us from now on.

At dusk Hafel calls me to his tent, when I enter I find that he is not alone, beside him is the figure covered from head to toe that I saw as they disembarked from the galley. Without saying anything to me Hafel removes the clothes covering the figure revealing a beautiful young woman naked, albeit with her face dirty and gagged.

“I don't think you recognise this young woman because you never got to see her face in Cordoba;” Hafel tells me as I look at the young woman with no idea who she is. “She is Sarah, the daughter of Emir Ali ibn Yusuf of Cordoba;” Hafel adds. “The very day we left Cordoba she tried to elope with one of the palace guards and was discovered by her father, she was going to be a gift for Don Rodrigo when we arrived in Alexandria, now she is yours.”

I inspect the young woman closely and find that she is as beautiful as Yaritza has described to me on numerous occasions during our sexual encounters, as I look at Sarah's pussy I discover her labia joined by several rings and I look up at Hafel in surprise.

“She is still a virgin and if you were smart she would stay that way;” Hafel tells me. “I don't know what will happen to you now, but if you decide to sell her you will get a fortune for her which will allow you to start a new life;” Hafel adds handing me Sarah's ownership document.

“I leave immediately for Alexandria to meet with Saladin and let him decide what happens next. Have her brought to your tent but do not untie her or show her face to anyone;” Hafel tells me, covering the young woman with the cloth again and leaving the tent without saying goodbye.

27th May in the year of our Lord 1183.
When I return to my tent for the night I don't find Yaritza in it, I suppose she is with Jimena trying to console her for her loss.

As soon as the sun rises Yaritza returns to the tent and I waste no time in explaining to her all that Hafel has told me, my slave girl can't help but smile and doesn't seem at all surprised by what has happened to her former Mistress Sarah.

“That bitch got the fate she deserved Master Eric, I'm only sorry I can't be the one to fuck that virgin pussy;” she tells me with resentment evident on her face.

Seeing Yaritza's hateful face warms my blood and I take her to the back of the tent to fuck her, as I do I feel her more wild and horny than ever and after emptying myself in her pussy I decide to give her a treat. I open a boot and take out a belt with a wooden cock and give it to Yaritza, “Lubricate her well and bring her to orgasm while you fuck her ass;” I order her.

Yaritza smiles and walks over to where Sarah is tied to one of the stalls in the tent, with my help we pin her feet to the floor and as I pull back and look at her I can't help but remember Moussa's slave girl that I fucked a couple of nights ago.

Yaritza removes Sarah's hood so she can see who is going to fuck her, then she pours a bottle of oil in Sarah's ass and starts to place the wooden cock at the entrance of her ass as she inserts her fingers between her pussy rings finding her clit. After playing with her clit for a while, she slides the wooden cock into her asshole pinching her clit at the same time making her explode in orgasm. The pain Sarah feels from the anal intrusion is terrible but the pleasure from Yaritza's caresses overwhelms her and she can't help but reach orgasm after orgasm.

June 8th, in the year of our Lord 1183.
It has been ten days since Hafel left for Alexandria and I anxiously await his return, meanwhile I spend most of my time in Moussa's tent, who has decided to stay in the oasis until Hafel's return, sharing friendly chats with Zeiga, with whom I feel increasingly close. These days I hardly see Jimena, who doesn't even want to spend time with Yaritza, although this attitude, given the recent death of her father, doesn't seem strange to me.

Finally, shortly after midday, Hafel returns, accompanied by a strong contingent of Saladin's men, and immediately retires to his tent, sending me an invitation to join him and Moussa for dinner.

Dinner passes in silence, although I am curious about the news Hafel brings, neither he tells me anything nor I ask him.

After dinner we settle back on the pillows and sit on the pillows to drink a tasty concoction made by the nomads from camel's milk (which I could swear has alcohol in it) and that's when Hazel starts to speak.

“I want you to be attentive to everything I'm going to tell you my young friend; My name is Hafel Ibn Ayyub and I am neither the physician nor the advisor to the Emir of Cordoba, I am the Vizier of Egypt and the brother of Sultan Salah ad-Din Ibn Ayyub, better known to the christians as Saladin, with the death of Don Rodrigo you have no mission to accomplish and I want you to enter my service, you will be very useful to understand the byzantines and the northern men who trade with them, if you accept you will be given a title and lands;” he explains slowly, surprising me with every word.

Hafel sounds a small gong and in a moment Yaritza enters followed by two guards who take Sarah and Jimena bound naked and gagged and force them to kneel before me. I try to get up to help Jimena, but Hafel stops me with a gesture, "Wait until you hear everything I have to tell you before you do something crazy.”

I sit back down and listen to Hafel unable to take his eyes off Jimena's naked body.

“Jimena has no next of kin, according to the law as she is an infidel we are obliged to enslave her;” Hafel tells me. “If she was still a virgin I could take her under my protection, but as she is no longer a virgin I don't have that option;” he adds surprising me with his words.

“Since you were the first to possess her, she is your slave girl by right, though perhaps you would prefer to take her as your wife;” Hafel continues speaking before pausing a Little. “But I know men well and they all prefer to have a dozen slave girls rather than one woman no matter how beautiful she is, besides you fucked her for the first time as a slave girl and she will never feel the same pleasure being fucked as a free woman. If you accept her as a slave girl, mark her so that everyone knows she belongs to you.”

I shake my head in surprise, unable to believe what I'm hearing, I find it impossible to believe that Jimena was Moussa's slave girl who fucked me for hours.

Hafel sees my disbelieving face and speaks to me again; “Nothing has been casual on this trip young Eric, I put Yaritza on the boat to give herself to you and from that first day she has been manipulating Jimena, until finally the other night she convinced her to give herself to you by pretending to be a slave girl, not thinking that with a slave girl a man can do whatever he want as you did with her the other night”'

I look at Yaritza who is a little afraid of how she might react and looks down at the floor, “I told you I would prepare her for this day and I have delivered, Master Eric.”

I drop back onto the pillows, collapsing with a feeling of dizziness, 2There is still one more thing to explain to you;” Hafel prompts me.

I try to regain my posture and look at Hafel, but this time it is Moussa who speaks: “I am Sheikh Moussa Ag Almih, Lord of the Desert and Guardian of the Sands, leader of all the nomadic tribes and ally of Sultan Saladin, a few days ago you saved my life and that of my beloved daughter Zeiga, if you were a believer I would be proud to give her to you as a wife.”

As soon as I hear Moussa's words the image of the beautiful Zeiga comes to my mind, I have not gone closer to her for not hurting Jimena, but now the beautiful christian is nothing more than a slave girl and I don't have to worry about what she thinks. I rise from the pillows then drop to my knees on the floor of the tent, tearing off the wooden crucifix I have worn around my neck since I was a child I throw it to the ground raising my hands to the sky. “I renounce the faith of Christ and surrender myself to Allah, the one true God, offering my life to spread his word and that of his prophet Mohammed.”

To my surprise Hafel picks up the crucifix from the ground and hands it to me, “Put it on and don't forget that it has protected you for eighteen years;” he expounds.

After these words Hafel hands me two collars to put on Jimena and Sarah, I put the first one on Jimena and remove her gag, “This shouldn't have ended like this, I'm so sorry;” I tell her. I don't know what I expected Jimena to say, but the words that come out of her mouth surprise me. “This slave girl is where she belongs, at the feet of the Master who forcibly took her virginities.”

I approach Sarah and as I am about to put the collar on her, an idea crosses my mind and I approach Moussa, ”I think one wife and two hot slave girls are too much for me, no man has ever touched her, only Yaritza has ever played with her, I give her to you, you decide if you want her as a slave girl or as a wife;” I tell her.

I give the necklace to Moussa who looks surprised, I know from the conversations I have had with Zeiga, that since the death of his mother, Mussad has not taken a wife and both Gazef and Ahmed are the children of one of the slave girls in the harem.

Moussa takes the necklace and smiles: “You are too young and innocent, friend Eric, you will soon learn that for a man there is never enough gold, enough horses, nor enough women, as for Sarah for tonight she will be a slave girl, tomorrow we will see.”

Hafel lets out a laugh at the nomad's words, then orders the guards out of the tent and Yaritza to stay and lay on the pillows, without wasting time Moussa has laid Sarah on the floor and is removing her pussy rings to take her virginity, I walk over to Jimena who is still on her knees on the floor and bring my cock to her mouth, “I've been dreaming of this moment for months and you better lube her up good because I'm going to fuck that tight ass again.”

As I grab Jimena's head and force my cock all the way down her throat I hear a scream and turn my head back to see how Moussa has Sarah impaled on his cock, a little further away Yaritza demonstrates her many skills to Hafel. As I realise I'm about to cum I pull out of Jimena's mouth and bend her against the floor lifting her ass up and placing my cock at the entrance to her pussy, “I'm going to fuck you until you get pregnant, then Zeiga and I will have fun drinking milk from your tits.” I push my cock into her pussy wet with excitement finding it as tight as when I deflowered her a few days ago.

The rest of the night Hafel, Mussad and I fuck each of the slave girls several times, sometimes twice at a time, the moans of the slave girls as they reach orgasm break the silence of the oasis, and if one must declare a winner of the night that would be Yaritza, though of course she is an experienced slave girl while for Sarah and Jimena this was their first night in slavery.

The next morning we broke camp at the oasis and headed for Alexandria for my wedding to Zeiga, with Sultan Saladin himself as best man.

June 12, in the year of our Lord 1183.
We are a few leagues from Alexandria, I ride with my fiancée Zeiga, while my slave girl Yaritza rides a few metres behind accompanied by my new slave girl Jimena, who proudly wears my emblem branded on her pubis.

Sarah the daughter of the Emir of Cordoba looks like a different woman than the one I met some time ago. Now she rides alongside Moussa without her slave collar, ready to marry him, although I'm sure Moussa will often put it back on to remind me that one night in the desert he deflowered a slave girl with the same name as her.

I look at the walls of Alexandria and smile thinking about how much a man's life can change; thanks to my mother's efforts I ended up at the court of Burgos instead of ending up locked up in a monastery in León, and now, three months after leaving Burgos on an expedition without much chance of success, I am entering a mythical city in the company of three beautiful women who will bring me to ecstasy every night with their beautiful bodies.

I don't know if for all I have done these months I deserve Allah's Blessing or God's Curse, I only know that I will enjoy what life has given me while it lasts.

To be continued...

[imreadonly2]

I really liked this as a series /format for several reasons. I think the male visitor to the harem is a unique angle, as is the diary angle. It reminded me a bit of the old Blue Moon books, like the The Adventures of Charles Devane. The story of Jima's gradual enslavement was erotica and amazing, and you played the tension up brilliantly. This was truly a masterful piece of work!

[jessmartin]

I really liked this as a series /format for several reasons. I think the male visitor to the harem is a unique angle, as is the diary angle. It reminded me a bit of the old Blue Moon books, like the The Adventures of Charles Devane. The story of Jima's gradual enslavement was erotica and amazing, and you played the tension up brilliantly. This was truly a masterful piece of work!

Thank you very much for your comment, seeing your stories and your way of writing is greatly appreciated.