Chapter 7: Entertainment

I leave Mia in charge of the entertainment. I periodically watch from the back of the room while I’m doing my nightly rounds of the main building. So far the men are in good spirits, and hopefully they will be patient later when they are in the mood for sex. Six of the seven slaves who arrived this morning from the Halls are still virgins, and keeping them that way means watching them closely. I could keep them confined to the harem, but I don’t have sufficient servants and slaves to afford the luxury of being able to manage without them. As it is, the five slave women serving refreshments are rushed off their feet. We don’t serve alcoholic drinks during the evening, but a few men will undoubtedly sneak their own concoction into the gathering. The risk of drunken behaviour is low, but I have the guards keep a careful watch for any signs of drunkenness.

“Keep watch over Alicja ... the blond one with waist length hair dancing between Phoebe and Amina,” I say to Levan, who is standing guard at the doorway. “She’s still a virgin, and I want her to stay that way.”

“A virgin in all three holes, or just her cunt?” asks Levan, admiring the pretty slave I’ve identified.

“If she is willing to have a man’s cock down her throat, or up her arse, then that’s okay. But her cunt is strictly out of bounds. She’s inexperienced, so pull her aside if it looks as though she is out of her depth. And remember that you’re on duty, so no sampling the wares.”

Levan has a reputation as a ladies man, and Alicja is clearly on his list of pending conquests. He’s fucked nearly every adult slave woman at Wadi Halaf over the years; me included before I was set free. He’s a more considerate sex partner than many men. Levan at least ensures the target of his desire achieves an orgasm of her own as he deflowers her. I strongly suspect that Levan will find an excuse to pull Alicja aside at some point. While I’ve expressly forbidden him from having sex with her, that doesn’t mean he won’t be seducing her and running his hands over her body given the chance.

The dancing slowly gives way to the usual orgy of sex. Few men will want to pay for the privilege of fucking one of the dancers in a private room. On the contrary, having others watch your manliness devouring a poor wench is a popular feature of these orgies. If you can’t tolerate participating in sex in this fashion, then you have no business attending one of Wadi Halaf’s entertainment evenings. There are brothels and all sorts of dens of iniquity operating in neighbouring streets if your sexual preferences lie in a different direction.

As usual, Dania and Phoebe are the first of the dancers to be lured away from the troupe on the makeshift stage. They are far more proficient than the other slaves at attracting the interests of men. Neither of them has any qualms about servicing men in all of their three holes at the same time. As the daughters of the former warlord, you might be mistaken for thinking of them as fine ladies who have been forced into a life of debauchery. That’s a false impression. Even before their enslavement, they were every bit as perverted as their late father when it comes to rough sex. Their enslavement has simply allowed them to surrender to their perversions without the restrictions of the moral codes of behaviour governing those who are free. It’s something I often miss from my time as a slave.