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Look for more titles in the HarperPerennial Classics collection to build your digital library. His memoirs relate landing in a harem full of exotic women from all over the world.
In this new adaptation of the Victorian erotic novel, each beauteous resident retells, in full spicy detail, her path leading to the harem. Each tale is rendered by a different artist. From Eddie Campbell to Colleen Doran, some of the leading independent comic artists reveal a spicy side to their art as never relished before. These Victorian ladies let themselves slide into some wanton behavior, indeed! Book jacket. He spends the night listening to many concubines' explicit stories of sexual awakening.
I tried to call out, but my voice was frozen with horror. Fatima flung the covers over the body. Then he turned towards me, let his eyes rove over my naked form and addressed some soothing words to me. While I was dressing the Sultan parted with Fatima, first giving her some instructions about the harem to carry out while he went to confirm his authority with the troops. The conspiracy at the crowning act, at which I was present, was perfectly successful, and the new Sultan reigned without opposition.
Fatima was absolute in the harem. She kept me as much as possible out of sight of the new Sultan, though she allowed him to have free access to the other women. He took every opportunity to speak to me, but I avoided him with horror. I could not forget the scene of the assassination. One evening after he had been more persistent in his attentions, Fatima called me into a room alone. She told me to lie down on the bed, and, when I had obeyed her, she turned my petticoats up over my head.
I was so afraid of the beautiful tigress that I dared not stir; I only begged for mercy. I put my hand involuntarily to the place and felt that my maidenhead was gone. The next evening the Sultan came into the women's apartments. Fatima hastily ordered me from the room on some errand.
If I am right I will dispose of her. She arose and bade me follow her. The Sultan came after us to the bedroom. But he drew me towards him, put his hands under my clothes and with his finger satisfied himself that my maidenhead was gone. I was then dismissed with my cheeks flaming with rage and shame, and then the two devils passed the night together.
Once more after this the Sultan sought an opportunity to be alone with me, which I baffled. Fatima's keen eyes detected him and my fate was sealed. That evening I was seized in my room by the eunuchs, bound and gagged and sewn in a sack.
After being carried a short distance in silence, the creaking of a boat and the rippling of water revealed to me the awful doom to which I was to be consigned.
I could not move; I could not call. I was lifted and flung into the water and heard a boat row away. I settled slowly under the waves, and, as my clothes became saturated, the water reached my nostrils. I made in hopeless agony a prayer to Allah; as if in answer to it I heard the stroke of oars. They became louder and louder till the water settled over me and I knew no more. I returned to consciousness lying in the bottom of a boat, the sweet moonlight streaming in my face and the eyes of a young man gazing earnestly into my own.
He must have been pleased with what he saw there. His attentions were unremitting until I was fully restored and my lungs freed from water.
Then he arranged me in the bottom of the boat with his coat for a pillow. He rowed silently to shore in the suburbs of the city where he had a little dwelling, which we reached without observation and to which he made me welcome.
He offered me in the most delicate manner some clothing of his own until mine could be dried. Then he cooked me a nice meal, and after I was thus refreshed we conversed without reserve. He listened to my story with his face beaming with compassion; it lighted with joy when I allowed him to infer that my person as well as heart was still to be disposed of as far as any man was concerned.
I emphasised man for I thought of the fiendish and jealous rape Fatima had accomplished. Hassan, for that was his name, soon told his story. He had come into the city to seek his fortune and had been driven to smuggling to obtain a livelihood. It was while on the alert at this vocation that he had been able to save me. So much kindness after so much cruelty completely won my heart. He read my assent in my eyes and, kissing me tenderly, went out to make his preparations to go.
We were soon both mounted on a single horse and miles away from Muscat. We had been an hour on the road and were still borne along at the same unflagging gallop. Hassan held me in front of him like a baby in his arms, often kissing me, his kisses constantly growing more ardent until I felt his stiff shaft pressing against my person. He suggested that I should ride astride awhile and rest myself by a change of position. I obeyed his suggestion, turning with my face towards his, putting my arms around his neck, while my thighs were wide open over Hassan's.
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