Chapter Two: The Betrayal of King Shahryar
The journey through the desert was a nightmare for Shah Zaman. The sun bathed him with inescapable heat, and the sand continually swirled about and stung his eyes. Each hour seemed endless, and as he reached the top of each sand dune, he saw only more hills of sand, stretching out as far as he could see. The world that he had known seemed to have vanished, and now there was only an endless barren desert in its place.
But it was neither the sun nor the sand that tormented Zaman, so much as the lurid scenes of adulterous lust that constantly painted themselves upon the canvas of his mind's eye. There he saw his wife, his beautiful wife, lying naked upon his bed at the palace. He saw her smile and spread her thighs apart, as a young black slave crawled on top of her. She threw her head back in ecstasy as he began to shove his enormous cock into her sweet young pussy.
Zaman tried to convince himself that he had been right to murder them. They had both betrayed him, and it was only proper that they should pay for that betrayal with their lives. But the images still haunted him. Even now he could hear the sound of that thick dick slurping in and out of her wet cunt, the sound of her gasps and moans as he penetrated her over and over again. That lowly black servant had made his wife scream with pleasure; he had pleased her in a way that perhaps Zaman could not have done. If she had simply told him that she no longer loved him, he might have shown compassion. But to satisfy her lust behind his back, to indulge the hunger of her pussy not even an hour after his departure - that was more than he could bear.
His thoughts went in circles, recalling the event in agonizing detail. Occasionally he would shudder in anger and revulsion. At other times, he found that his own cock had grown hard and stiff at the imagined sight of his wife braying in lust as that black cock fucked deep inside her. All of his thoughts were of flesh and lust, betrayal and despair.
By the time he reached his brother's kingdom, Zamal had become quite ill. His strength left him, and his skin grew pale. When at last he stood before King Shahryar, the king could not fail to notice his brother's miserable condition.
"My beloved brother, I thank Allah that you have come. My heart is full of joy at your arrival, and yet I fear that the journey was very difficult, for you do not look well at all."
"It is true that I have suffered greatly during these past few weeks," replied Zaman. "But I am also very glad to see you again, my dear brother. With time and rest, I hope that I shall recover."
And so they went into the palace, and enjoyed a great feast that evening. But the next morning, Zaman felt even worse. Healers were summoned, and remedies were prescribed. Chief among these was rest; Zaman was forbidden from any sort of exercise that might further damage his failing health.
The illness lasted nearly a month, with very little abatement. One day, the King took his leave for a ten-day hunt, and Zamal wished him luck. He watched as the King departed, and then retired to a quiet place of seclusion in the palace garden.
It was during this rest that he was awakened by the sound of a secret door sliding open. Zamal opened his eyes and saw eleven young maidens pour out into the garden through the hidden door, giggling and whispering amongst themselves. He saw that one of the maidens was none other than King Shahryar's wife. She was a very beautiful woman, quite deserving to be called queen. And yet, what was she doing here with all of her servants?
His answer came as another secret door opened to admit ten male servants. The men sauntered into the garden and approached the ladies, who smiled and laughed when they saw them. The men were clad only in narrow strips of cloth that covered their waists. From his hiding place, Zamal watched in astonishment as the women began to take off their clothes. Shawls and skirts were casually discarded, revealing the soft flesh of their breasts and bellies. The queen did not object to this obscene behavior; in fact, the other ladies were soon helping her to remove her own garments. Within a few moments, she too stood naked before the crowd of lusty men, who pulled away their waistcloths to reveal their cocks to the young ladies. The maidens smiled and licked their lips at the sight of those rigid poles of flesh, and began to rub their breasts in lustful anticipation.
The queen stepped forward and called out, "Come to me right now, my lord Saeed!" There was a rustling in the bushes, and Zaman saw a black slave appear. He was completely naked, and the powerful muscles of his ebon body gleamed in the sunlight. His cock was as thick and as long as any that Zaman had ever seen, and it swayed back and forth obscenely as he approached the naked queen. Her eyes fastened upon that magnificent organ, and then she too began to massage her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them in feverish excitement as the blackamoor drew near to her.
"I am here, my queen," said the slave. "What is your desire?"
"You know my desire," she huskily replied. "You will give me pleasure with your wonderful cock, as you have done so many times before today."
"I am happy to obey, my lady." He took her in his arms, and their lips met in a long, sweltering kiss as her bare breasts pressed against his powerful chest. The other men and women took this as a sign to begin their own pleasures, and the couples came together and rubbed their uncovered bodies against one another. The women eagerly caressed the broad, muscular backs of their male lovers, and the men responded by squeezing their bottoms and groping the sensual places between their thighs. The garden was filled with a chorus of sighs and muffled moans as the kissing and fondling continued, and Zaman watched them all in horrified amazement.
The queen laughed as the black slave picked her up in his arms and brought her to the fountain, where a hideous stone demon spat water into the pool below. He brought the queen's hips beneath the fountain, so that the stream of water trickled down upon her sensitive pussy. She gasped as the cool water splashed against her cunt, and the blackamoor smiled wickedly. "The demon works its magic upon you, my queen. He fills you with lust, does he not?"
She could only nod her head as the water from the demon's mouth continued to dribble upon her excited pussy. Soon she was squirming in his arms, as her cunt lips were erotically tickled by the watery assault. The blackamoor pulled her away from the stream and laid her down upon the edge of the fountain. "I will now drink from you, my lady. I will kiss that place which the king believes to be his own." He spread the queen's legs apart and kneeled down in front of her pussy. He moved his face forward, and his tongue began to probe the fleshy folds of her cunt. As he began to lick her, the queen closed her eyes and gave long, lusty sighs of pleasure.
Zaman dared not stir from his hiding place, for fear that the slaves would do him harm. He simply watched as the queen sat there and allowed the blackamoor's head to press between her legs and eat her pussy. Her mouth opened and closed in silent moans, and her breathing became very rapid. Zaman realized that his own cock had grown quite hard, and he unfastened his clothes to release it. He held the rigid flesh in his hand for a moment, struggling to ignore the sensations of lust that were coursing through him at the sight of this terrible orgy. But the lust proved too strong for him. Silently praying to his absent brother for forgiveness, he began to stroke his hard cock, sliding his hand back and forth over the erect flesh and watching the queen's beautiful breasts as her lover continued to slurp at her cunt lips.
The other mamelukes and maidens had begun their own erotic revelry. Most of the ladies were now lying upon their backs while the men suckled their breasts and slid their fingers into their lust-slickened cunts. Zaman rubbed his cock faster as he watched the couple nearest him. The woman's thighs were parted, and her lover's head hovered above her cunt, his tongue delving up and down her slit, occasionally stabbing at the flesh guarding her clitoris. The woman's moans grew steadily louder, adding to the sexual symphony all around them. The garden was filled with soft cries and whimpers as the men inflicted great pleasure upon their lovers and drove them closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
The queen was the first to fall; her scream pierced the midday air as her pussy released a torrent of cum upon the face of her black partner. One by one, the women surrendered to ecstasy, moaning and crying out as their naked bodies writhed and convulsed, their pungent sex cream squirting out upon the invading fingers and tongues of the smiling slaves. The men kept up their various sexual manipulations, expertly guiding the spasming females through their first wave of pleasure. When at last the cum stopped flowing, their were a few moments of silence as the lovers quietly embraced one another.
Then began the mating. The crowd watched in silent awe as the tall black slave stood up and brought his cock to the entrance of the queen's pussy. "I will now feed this snake to you, my lady," said he, "and we will see how you enjoy it." The head of that monstrous cock poked against her opening, and she stared down at the hard shaft that was about to pierce her pussy lips. He began to press it inside her, slowly sliding it up into her hot, juicy sex canal. The queen moaned softly as the thick organ squirmed up inside her, filling her cunt with satisfying warmth. After what seemed a pleasant eternity, his hard meat was buried inside her all the way up to his dark balls, which dangled erotically against her bottom. She moaned again as the thick worm began to slide back out of her - but before it was all the way out, he pushed it back in again. And slowly, very slowly, he began to fuck her.
Zaman almost envied the blackamoor as he watched him drill his cock into the beautiful queen. He tried to imagine what her pussy would feel like as he continued to stroke his own lust-hardened dick. He paused and spat some drool into his hand, rubbing the saliva over his throbbing penis. Then he continued to masturbate, the head of his wet cock slipping easily through the circle created by his thumb and forefinger. Yes, this is how it might feel, to fuck that wet cunt. He moaned and increased the pace of his strokes as he watched his brother's wife succumb to that large black cock.
All of the women were being sexually plowed, and no pussy was safe. The garden was a mass of writhing flesh as the men grunted and rocked their hips back and forth between the legs of the panting women beneath them. The blackamoor had lifted the queen in his arms; her soft breasts were pressed against his chest, and her pussy was impaled upon the blackamoor's dick. She could only moan and whimper as the strong young negro screwed her into lust-dazed oblivion. Zaman rubbed his drool-covered cock even faster as he watched a nearby maiden getting mercilessly fucked by her young consort. Her breasts jiggled and her belly heaved as her lover drove his cock in and out of her. She moaned and cried out as if in pain, but then begged him to fuck her harder - a request with which he happily complied. Everywhere he looked, Zaman saw female legs spread wide apart, and male bottoms humping up and down between them, eagerly spearing the women over and over again. Some of the girls burst into their second orgasm, but the men just kept going, imperiously banging their dicks in and out of their cum-coated wombs. They were mating with these women, and nothing would stop them from delivering their seed.
The naked girl near Zaman suddenly began to thrash her head from side to side as her orgasm overtook her. When Zaman heard her low, lusty moan, he lost control of himself and gave in to his own impending orgasm, watching through half-closed eyes as the silvery semen spurted out from the tip of his engorged dick. The pulses of his penis began to slow, and he stared at the pool of cum that he had created. That sticky white fluid could easily make a girl pregnant, if it were to pour inside her womb. He looked out upon the women who were getting their pussies pounded, and wondered how many of them would be carrying babies as a result of this afternoon's indulgence. The women didn't seem to care; they simply lay there in helpless lust and allowed the men to sink their dicks deep inside them. Nor did the men seem to care; their eyes were full of naked female flesh, and the rhythm of their sliding cocks was far too delicious to resist. They grunted like animals and pumped their dicks into these pretty young women with ferocious zeal, seemingly unconcerned that they might be planting babies in those young bellies.
And then it began to happen; the men grunted as the seed rushed from their loins and into the wet depths of their female victims. Wombs were bathed with spurt after spurt after spurt of sperm-laden juice, and the women smiled in obscene satisfaction as the men orgasmed and pumped all the pussies full of sex cream. The last to arrive was the blackamoor, who savagely thrust his stiff cock deep inside the queen's cunt and roared out as his potent cum erupted into her womb. In that moment, Zaman felt certain that the queen's next son would have dark skin.
The exhausted lovers lay entwined in each other's arms for quite some time, dozing contentedly as the fountain's water sang them to sleep. Zaman shook his head and sighed. "I had thought myself cursed, but my misfortune is nothing compared to that of my brother. I must not tell him of this terrible deception, or it will drive him from sanity and health, as it nearly did me."