Chapter One: The Betrayal of Shah Zaman
The words that sit before you upon this old, crumbling parchment were written a very long time ago - so long that no one can now remember who it was that first began this strange effort. All that remains of the unknown author are these scrawled lines of black ink, which languish upon the flat parchment like prisoners. Their captor gone, they have been left here to slowly fade away over the long and dreary centuries. Their sole comfort lies in the occasional visits from travelers such as yourself, who have journeyed far and wide across the world to retrieve and examine such peculiar writings.
The words tell of an ancient land, a place of sand and heat. You could try to put your finger on a modern map and guess where it might have been, but such an exercise would be useless. For these are fantasies, and what good would it do to attempt to link fantasy and reality? One is almost always more colorful than the other.
Fortunately, no map is required to find this desert kingdom. You can find it in your imagination; you close your eyes, and there it is: a sea of windswept sand, punished by the merciless sun for some long-forgotten transgression. Look a bit to the east, and there you see the white spires of a palace, rising up from the shimmering air. Is it real? No...but you can still see it, because your mind has eyes that can see what is not there.
The palace belonged to a king, whose name was once famous and known by all. He ruled the land for many years, and he left two sons to inherit his domain. When the king passed away, the sons decided that they would each rule half of their father's kingdom, and so they did.
Each year, one of the sons would travel to his brother's kingdom to pay a visit. This year, it was Zaman's turn to travel to the court of his elder brother, Shahryar. He gathered his caravan together, and carefully supervised the preparations. All was in order; the departure was set for the next morning. That night, he made love to his beautiful wife several times, for he knew that it would be many days before he was able to partake of her flesh again.
When morning came, the caravan set forth into the desert. Not more than an hour after leaving the city, however, Zaman realized that he had forgotten to bring a jeweled necklace, which he intended to give as a gift to his brother. He bid the caravan to stay where it was, and urged his horse back to the city with great haste.
He arrived at the palace and quickly made his way upstairs. As he ascended the staircase, he heard a woman giggling. Thinking it was one of the servants, he continued his climb and strode through the corridor. But he heard the giggle again, and he recognized that it was his wife who was laughing. And then there was another voice - a man's voice.
His heart full of dread, Zaman silently crept to the end of the hall. There, he parted the curtain slightly and peered into his royal bedchamber.
What he saw there confirmed his rising suspicions. His wife stood near an open window, her long black hair cascading freely down across her shoulders. She was being held by a large black man, whom he recognized as a cook. His muscular, ebony arms were wrapped around her back, pressing her firmly against his strong dark body. Her face was turned upwards, and her lips were locked with those of the servant. The enraged king watched as they passionately kissed each other, their lips occasionally parting enough to show their tongues dancing together, winding their way inside each other's mouth.
Zaman fought the urge to march into the bedchamber immediately. He wanted to know just how far his wife would betray him with this lowly servant, so he silently fumed as the man's dark hand slid down his wife's back and grabbed her buttocks through her dress. She gave a whimper of approval as his hand squeezed the flesh of her ass cheeks, and her own hands began to wander up and down the broad black back of her young lover.
Their kiss eventually broke, and they looked at each other for a moment. Then the cook grabbed hold of the cloth that covered her chest and savagely tore at the thin fabric. She gasped at his assault, but did not try to flee as he ripped away her clothing. Finally, her beautiful breasts were revealed to him, and he leaned down and eagerly began to lick her supple breast flesh. She closed her eyes and turned her head upward as he began to noisily slurp at her nipples, sucking them into his mouth with the hungry tenacity of an infant. Zaman listened in agony to the wet sound of his wife being suckled. Less than an hour since his departure, and here she was, allowing her breasts to be tasted by a common servant.
When he had finished feasting upon her stiff nipples, the slave reached down and began to peel off the rest of her clothes. She simply looked down and watched as the rest of her garments slid away, revealing her young, beautiful body to him. The cook kneeled on the floor and kissed her belly, his large pink tongue swirling up and down the length of flesh between her navel and the dark patch of hair that hovered above her sex. His dark head moved further down and poked in between her legs, which she helpfully widened for him. Zaman assumed that the cook was now licking her in the worst place of all, because her hips began to buck back and forth, and she started to pant and moan. This went on for several minutes, as his wife just stood there with that black head between her thighs, whimpering in pleasure as he licked and sucked the flesh that guarded the entrance to her womb. Then her breathing suddenly quickened, and her whole body seemed to tremble and convulse. She let out a long, ecstatic moan that pierced Zaman's heart. After a moment of continued licking, the slave pulled his head back, and Zaman could see that his dark face was covered by cream. She giggled obscenely as he nuzzled his face against her belly, smearing her own sex juice all over her skin.
Zaman continued to watch as his wife sauntered over to the bed and lay down upon it. There she spread her legs apart and watched in pleasure as her lover quickly took off his own clothes. She smiled when she saw his thick organ revealed, and her eyes gazed at the large, rigid pole of dark meat as he approached the bed. Like a predatory tiger, the black man climbed onto the bed and crawled on top of Zaman's wife. He just hung over her for a second, allowing his dangling cock to poke against the flesh of her belly. Zaman realized that the slave was really going to do it; he was going to shove that hard black dong into his lusty wife. Then the black man was kissing her again - and she was kissing him back, and the two of them locked their bodies together and rolled back and forth across the bed - Zaman's bed.
Their playful wrestling ended, and his wife was once again pinned beneath her dark lover. She watched in lurid fascination as he guided his enormous dick to the entrance of her womb. The two of them laughed as he began to nudge his large purplish cock bulb up and down the length of her moist flesh crack. Then he began to push the cock inside her, and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Deeper and deeper it slid into her, like a sensuous black snake in search of prey. She moaned as he filled her, and the cook smiled at the satisfaction his large penis was giving her. All that Zaman could do was grip the pommel of his sword in silent fury, as the audacious young slave began to fuck his beautiful wife.
He went slowly at first, allowing her cunt to become familiar with his massive love tool. Before long, she was grunting through clenched teeth, her hips making tiny thrusts in response to his sliding cock. He plowed into her again and again, and she loved it. Zamal heard her squeals of pleasure, and knew that his wife no longer belonged to him. She belonged to this black scoundrel, who had taken control of his beautiful queen, using his cock to seduce her right here in the king's very own bed. With every plunge of his thick black dick into her sopping cunt, he was turning her into a slave - a willing slave of adulterous pleasure. And she was helpless to resist it. There she was, lying naked on her back, her throbbing pussy invaded over and over and over again. There was no thought of loyalty to her husband as that delicious cock drilled repeatedly into her sex. For her, there was only pleasure, and she screamed and writhed in the throes of her sexual fulfillment.
The sweaty young slave continued to pump his shaft deep inside his sweet young conquest. He grabbed her legs and hoisted them up to his shoulders as he began to pound her even harder. Who would have thought that a seven-inch rod of flesh could drive a woman so wild? Her head thrashed from side to side, and her beautiful breasts jiggled as he worked his cock in and out of her. Soon he would be filling her with his seed, and she was completely incapable of stopping him. He shoved his massive cock into her gooey twat with swift, deliberate strokes - and each frenzied thrust brought him closer and closer to his goal: to make a baby in her royal belly. With a savage roar, he made one final lunge all the way into her cunt. His dick pulsed and erupted inside her, pouring his impregnating cream into the depths of her receptive womb. She just lay there and moaned as his seed spurted deep inside her, eagerly searching out her fertile egg.
With cold efficiency, the king entered the chamber and stabbed his sword into the cook's back. The man toppled over, and his wife began to scream - but the scream was abruptly ended as he drove his blade into the naked flesh of her bosom. Without giving the dead couple a second glance, Zaman walked across the chamber and retrieved his jeweled necklace. He gazed at the gift for a moment, silently thanking it for giving him a reason to return here and discover this betrayal.
Without a word, he traveled back to the waiting caravan. He made no mention of what had transpired, and simply ordered the men to begin the journey. As he traveled with them in silence, his thoughts were filled with images of the adulterous lust that he had witnessed. He knew that those images would haunt him forever, and he vowed to himself that he would never again allow a woman into his heart.