But it was the captive that drew the wonder of them all. She, too, was tall but thin and very pale. Her hair was snow-white although she was only in her thirties and it hung in two long plaits to below her small, hard tits. Her eyes were strange, glowing pale amber, slightly slanted, wolf-like. Her nose was long and straight and her mouth, the only mark of colour in the pallor of her face, was lip-glossed in pallid mauve. She wore a long, clinging dress of mulberry velvet that was slit up both sides to just above the knee, revealing slender bare legs and her bare feet, toe-nails also varnished mauve, and the glint of a silver toe-ring. Dark amber necklace, bracelets and anklets showed against pale smooth skin and silver rings adorned all fingers and both thumbs. Her cat-like eyes were taking in the whole gross scene before her, cool and unphased.

The queen clapped her hands and the pulsing rhythm restarted, bodies intertwined more urgently, cries of delight and dismay began to be heard once more as the orgy continued. Karramanneh took her weird new prisoner on a guided tour of the harem, pausing to enjoy vicariously the twisted delights of her court and their sex-slaves, male as well as female. Passing two haremwhores, thongies around their ankles as they noisily indulged in soixante-neuf, the queen stopped to look at two of her bikini-clad courtiers who were swinging a chained pleasure-babe between them, one grabbing her by the hips to tongue her wet twat, the other licking her buns and their dusky cleft when she was swung her way. They looked so hot in tiny, leopardskin pattern lycra bikinis as they giggled and kissed their slave. The chick, hung with fine gold chains looped from her pierced and sexy nipples, navel and labia, was moving between them faster, dizzy with the motion and the pleasure in her pussy when one of the courtiers snatched a scimitar from a waiting guard and let the swinging girl have it: her legs were open to take tongue and she got steel instead. She howled like a banshee as the wicked curved blade penetrated her tight little quim and slid up into her bowels. The momentum of the swing drove her harder onto cold death, forcing the blade deeper between her splayed long legs. Her head was back as she shrieked wildly and then she began the backward swing of the arc of death, the blade leaving her torn twat with a sickening slurp. The courtier behind her grabbed her by the thighs to keep her legs apart and was deliriously pushing her tongue into her asshole as her companion knelt below the butchered babe and let scarlet blood drool from the lovely mangled minge into her mouth. She drank thirstily and noisily until the girl was dead meat dangling from the gilded manacles, her head lolling, her legs streaked with her gore.

Karramanneh strolled by one of the green marble pools where a courtier, out of her skull on drugs, was greedily cavorting in the water with a terrified but compliant pleasure-babe. The insolent little blonde was held tight by the tall brunette whose long pink dress was clinging wetly to her generous body; as though driven mad by lust she was rubbing her crotch against the clit- stud of the sex-slave who lay beneath her, rhythmically bringing them both off at a rate that suggested desperation to reach climax. The water surged and foamed about their writhing bodies, the little blonde went into ecstasy, kicking naked legs in the air and then her lover spasmed, thrusting the blonde’s head beneath the frothing surface, plunging her deep into the pool, wailing in her delight as bubbles broke the turbulent surface and legs kicked in panic, not pleasure. Then the long white legs sank below the foam-flecked waters and the brunette smiled to see what touch of cruel finesse she had brought to her moment of delirium, seeing the staring blue eyes and wide-open mouth that lay just below the surface with her red-nailed fingers still tight about the slack throat.

On some satin cushions in a corner one of the few male sex-slaves, a Rasta with long dreadlocks splayed out, lay on his back, the leader of the harem guards, Kayla, astride his dick. She had opened the parting between the legs of her robin’s egg blue see-through harem pants, and her thick pubic bush was visible, the stud’s long black cock jammed hard up her cunt. She was very, very slowly pleasuring herself on his length, gently flopping up and down, taking her time over the delight. Sweat glistened on her painted face, making the almost black kohl that ringed her eyes run in trickles down her rouged cheeks. Her red lips were flecked with spittle as she slid down the slippy dong between her sexy legs.

‘Doesn’t she look gorgeous?’ the queen whispered to the captive who remained icy-silent. ‘ Don’t you want to join her pleasure?’ she insinuated. ‘Strip her!’ she snapped. The two Nubians tore the red velvet dress apart from behind, letting it fall to the floor. The prisoner was nude now, knickerless and bra-less, her breasts pert and tip-tilted, her triangle of desire the same pale amber as her slanting eyes. Around her deep-sunk navel was a tattoo of a Norse dragon, curling and wriggling and holding its tail in its mouth. She let herself be forced to her knees by the guards so that the Rasta could kiss her cold cunny. They quickly chained her hands behind her back with gilded hand-cuffs and held her down on his hot, wet lips and probing tongue while Kayla unhooked her scarlet bra and leaned forward to rub her full tits on the small boobies of the strange new prisoner. The guard nuzzled those cold mauve lips with her saliva and let her tongue slip inside the girl’s mouth. Hotter now, Kayla began to ride cock more wildly , running her hot hands over the girl’s hairy mound and flat belly, moaning in her rising crescendo of desire. The Rasta bucked like a stallion, shooting his wad of semen into Kayla’s slit and sucking the pussy-juice from the white-haired girl who trembled deliciously as he did so. Kayla collapsed into the prisoner’s arms moaning, ‘Mine, mine all mine tonight! Reward me, majesty, with her cold beauty in my bed! Let her taste this slave’s sex-cream in my twat!’

‘Kayla, my dark angel, she is very special. I see that desire flickers low in her crotch but it flickers all the same. And what flickers can be fanned to flame. I reserve that pleasure for myself. To you I award the special delight of dispatching this piece of shit. He has served my purpose. Finish him!’

The queen and her party moved on with the shuddering naked girl and left the smirking and haughty Kayla astride the now floppy pole of the spent Rasta. She eased it out of her semen-sodden split and reached down to tease his emptied balls. He opened his legs to let her grope him better and lay, sweat-slicked and exhausted on the cushions. She took an arrow from her quiver where it lay by her leg and placed the barbed and poisoned head just behind his scrotum. He was lying quiet, his limp length sagging, as she drove her weapon far up into his tripes. He gave a ghastly howl and doubled up in excruciating pain as the arrow went a foot and a half inside his entrails, burning with pig-poison as it ripped through his guts. The writhing was soon over and he lay sprawling in death, green vomit drooling from his full lips, eyes staring and glazed. Kayla, the insolent and sullen little bitch, pouted sulkily at him and moved off to find some slave-girl to clean up her cunny with a willing tongue. She wondered how soon it would be before the ice-maiden was pleading for more of those queenly kisses on her pussy-lips.