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Arthur's Reward
by Robber Baron - Chapter 5

This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually
explicit material that some may find offensive. If you are not at
least 18 years of age (or the age of consent for your locality),
or if you object to sexual situations, you must exit now.

All characters and events in this story are fictional, any
similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely
distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its
entirety including all header material. It may not be sold in
whole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document,
printed material, voice recording or in any other manner without
the written permission of the author.

Note: There are at least two other stories, 'The Reward' by W.G.
and 'My Reward' by Azil, based on the same premise as this story.
I acknowledge my debt to those authors for the idea.

This is pure adolescent male fantasy, with the protagonist
gaining, through supernatural means, absolute power and a lot of
sex. I am writing this for my own amusement, so I include those
behaviors I enjoy, or enjoy fantasizing about. These may or may
not be what you enjoy. If you like it, that's fine, if not,
that's okay too. Either way, I would be happy to receive your
input and ideas for future development of the story.





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Chapter 5

I could tell from the position of the sun shining weakly through
the fabric of the tent that it was late morning when I woke up.
As I shifted position, Sari, curled up against me, moved a
little, then turned, still sleeping. Not wanting to disturb her,
I quickly pulled on my pantaloons, then stepped outside.

Even under the canopy in front of the tent, the sunlight was
bright after the dim light inside. Hassan hurriedly brought me
some of the very sweet, strong coffee they drank here. As I sat
cross-legged on the carpet in front of my tent, Klaatu-Omar
hurried over, papers in his hand.

"Lord Arthur, I trust you spent a pleasant night," he said,
smiling.

"All right, you know it was pleasant. Now, what's going on?
What's on those papers?"

"These are the papers we captured from the Emir of Samarkand's
tribute caravan. They indicate that Princess Amara of Deryabar is
to become the bride of Malik, the usurper. As you know, Amara was
promised to you when you were both children, though you have
never met. Once married to Malik, his alliance with Deryabar will
be sealed and it will make it impossible to restore you to the
throne of your father."

"How can they get married? I thought Malik was a homosexual?"

"That's not important. Whether they ever have sex together is
immaterial. This is a marriage of state, cementing an alliance
between Deryabar and Basrah. That's why we must stop it."

"I assume how the wedding will be stopped is already in your
script," I said, looking into Klaatu-Omar's eyes.

Smiling at me, "If you aren't satisfied, or if you want anything
changed, just tell me. You know, if it's too easy, you won't
enjoy it as much."

"Yeah, I know. So, what's the plan?"

The plan he described was simple. We knew the caravan route
Amara's party will be traveling on their way to Basrah. I was to
take most of our men, attack her caravan and make the princess my
prisoner.

"That should be something you'll enjoy," he said. "But remember,
the force from Deryabar guarding the princess will be larger than
yours, and they won't be undisciplined bandits like Rachid's
band. You'll need to use stealth to overpower them, and even
then, it won't be easy."

"You'll watch out for me, make sure nothing happens to me?"

"Yes, Art. You'll be perfectly safe, though you might not feel
like it at times."

While I was capturing the princess, Klaatu-Omar would take some
of our men, retrieve the treasure and use it to hire mercenaries.
His men would march on Basrah, where I was to meet him. Our
partisans inside the city would rouse the populace so Malik would
be facing an internal revolt at the same time our troops
attacked.

"Sounds like it should work," I said.

"I am sure it will work. Of course, if you want anything changed,
just let me know."

An area of the pool had been set aside for bathing. While washing
myself I thought about Klaatu-Omar's plan. It sounded good, but I
didn't like the idea of leaving Sari after just taking her as my
pleasure slave.

When I returned to my tent, it was empty. I got clean clothes
from a chest and had just finished dressing when there was
scratching at the entrance. It was Julna.

On her knees before me, "Thank you lord. Sari is very happy. She
told me how gently you took her, how wonderful you were. She
loves you very much lord, and is so happy to have you as her
master. As am I, lord." Then, she crawled to me, kissing my feet.
I pulled her up, she curtsying before me, kissing my hands.

"I'll be leaving soon to attack my enemies. Will you tell Sari?"

"Oh, lord," Julna wailed. "Of course I'll tell her, but my poor
Sari, she'll be so heartbroken."

When Julna left, I ordered food be brought and was just starting
to eat when Sari scratched at the entrance. She was wearing her
robe and headscarf and veil again, but bared her face and hair as
soon as she saw I was alone.

Kneeling, her big dark eyes filling with tears, "Master, Julna
told me you are leaving for battle."

Reaching out to hold her to me, "I must. As soon as I can I'll
send for you. Then, it won't be long before I'll be on my throne
again and I can install you as the favorite of my harem."

Hugging me, "Yes, that's my dream, to be with you, to be there
for you when you want me." Then giggling, "And I'm going to try
to make you want me a lot."

She was better after that, smiling, giggling as we ate together,
feeding each other, each touching the other, kissing the way
lovers do. After we had eaten enough, Sari's hand on my leg
caressed my thigh, then finding my cock, was stroking it through
the material of my pantaloons. "Lord, I have bathed and prepared
myself for you. Before you must leave, is there time for you to
take pleasure with your slave?"

"Let's see what happens," I said, drawing her to me, kissing her
deeply, at the same time sliding my hand inside her robe to
caress her breast through her bra. Sari's hand was more insistent
on my cock now, rubbing, squeezing.

Then, we heard scratching at the entrance. "Lord Arthur, the men
are ready to depart now," Murad said from outside.

"Sari, this is for you, a sign of my favor," I said, taking the
emerald necklace from my waistband, placing it around her neck.

"Oh, my lord, you are too generous with your poor slave,"
touching the necklace, then pressing her mouth to mine, kissing
me deeply.

"Sari, I must go," I said, giving her a quick kiss on her soft
lips, then hurrying out.

I was donning my mail shirt when she came out, again wearing the
headscarf and veil. Kneeling before me she said, "Lord, know that
you carry your slave's love and devotion with you. I pray to
Allah that your poor slave will soon be able to serve her lord
once more."

I touched her cheek, then ran my hand over her face, allowing her
to kiss my palm. "Soon," was all I said. Then, mounting my mare.
Looking over my men, all mounted, anxious for battle, I led them
out of our encampment toward the east.

It was a large company of men I was leading now. More than forty,
almost all our small army. Plus, every third man was leading an
extra horse carrying water and supplies. Klaatu-Omar was taking a
small force to the treasure trove, and from there to nearby
cities to recruit the mercenaries we would need to attack Malik,
while a small guard was left at the encampment.

I led my men in a generally southeast direction, seeking the main
caravan route between Deryabar and Basrah. It was about midday
when we left and uncomfortable riding across the white sand under
the hot desert sun. We rode until nightfall, then waited for the
moon to rise before continuing. About midnight we stopped at a
rock outcrop, sleeping until sunrise.

We rose with the sun, breakfasted quickly, then continued riding
until noon, halting at a small oasis I recalled the location of.
There, we ate and rested until the desert began to cool. Riding
southeast again until midnight, when we stopped to rest.

It was on the afternoon of the third day that we came to the
caravan route. It wasn't a road or well-marked trail, just the
way generally used for travel between Deryabar and Basrah. It was
marked by geographical features, oases, and was a fairly easy
travel route between the two cities.

We established a temporary base in a large rock outcrop just
north of the caravan route. I sent some men out to scout our
immediate area but they returned reporting they had found nothing
- not Princess Amara's caravan, and no others either.

At moonrise, I sent out larger scouting parties, one to the east
and one to the west, each man leading a spare horse. Their orders
were to ride till sunrise, or until they found Amara's caravan,
then return to our base as soon as possible.

It was difficult for me to settle down to sleep while waiting for
the scouts to return. My men seemed anxious too, knowing they
would be facing battle soon. I heard Murad say, "Don't worry,
once we take the caravan there'll be rest and wine aplenty for
all of you."

Getting up from my sleeping rug spread on the sand, "I didn't
know there was enough wine for you in the world, Murad," I said.

"Lord, I don't know if there ever will be enough for me, but I
keep trying to find out," he responded, the men laughing loudly
at Murad's rejoinder.

After that, I returned to my rug, listening to my men chuckling,
talking together, then growing quieter. After a few minutes
staring up at the bright desert stars, my eyes closed and I was
able to fall to sleep.

Late the next morning, one of the men from the eastern search
party galloped into our base leading two spare horses. Quickly
dismounting and kneeling before me, "We found the Deryabar
caravan lord. They'll be stopping for the night at the Oasis of
Haj. Lord, Hassan ordered me to inform you that if you hurry you
can reach there by sundown."

"Good work," I commended him. Then, ordered my men to ready
themselves. I was going to leave a few men to let our western
search party know where we had gone, when they rode up to us just
before we were ready to leave.

It was a long hard ride at first, with the sun directly overhead,
then the ride became a little easier as the sun moved behind us.
When we neared the Oasis of Haj, Hassan and the men of the search
party, approached us walking their horses.

Salaaming to me, "Lord Arthur," Hassan said, "I suggest from here
on you walk your horses and go slowly so as not to stir up a dust
cloud and give the enemy notice of a force approaching the
oasis."

We followed his advice, walking our horses as Hassan led us in a
round about way so we approached the oasis without being
observed. There were some rocky hills southwest of the oasis
where we could hide until we were ready to attack. Following
Hassan, I crawled to the top of one of the rock outcrops from
where we could spy down on the camp.

As I looked over the encampment, Hassan described what he had
discovered. "There are two companies of troops escorting the
princess, more than a hundred men. One company from Deryabar, the
other is a company of our own Basrah Royal Guards sent by Malik
as an honor guard for the princess. As you can see, they have
many pack animals, carrying the Princess Amara's dowry to that
false Sultan, may his ass be filled with hemorrhoids."

Then we saw some figures walking through the camp toward a small
inlet to the side of the lagoon in the center of the oasis. There
were three cloaked and covered women, one in white, the others in
darker colors, and two large bare-chested men carrying huge
scimitars. "The princess and her slave girls, guarded by
eunuchs," Hassan said. "The women go to bathe in that inlet
there."

"You wait here," I commanded. "I would take a closer look at this
woman who was promised to me so many years ago."

I crawled down the hill, hiding in some bushes close to the
little beach where the women would be bathing. The bathing area
was screened from the camp by a large stand of reeds and it's
location on the edge of the main pool. The two eunuchs took up
position facing the camp, their scimitars ready while the women
walked a little ways further and quickly disrobed.

The princess was tall, with a slim, athletic figure. Her breasts
were large - at least what I considered large before my reward -
but not as large as those of any of the other girls Klaatu had
provided for me. Her face was pretty, with a sweet, innocent look
to it - with blue eyes and a heart-shaped mouth. Her hair was
long, blonde and wavy. I recalled that her mother was a
Circassian concubine of the Sultan of Deryabar, which explained
her coloring.

The first slave girl was a Nubian, short, very slim - almost
skinny - but with very large, very round, firm breasts that
looked like they had been bolted on, but I knew must be real. Her
buttocks, like her breasts, were very round, high and projecting.
She had a cafe au lait complexion, her hair was long, and wavy,
her features fine, with an almost innocent expression in her dark
eyes.

The other girl looked Asian, with very fine, perhaps Japanese,
features. But her figure seemed to belie the idea of her Asian
ancestry. She was nearly as tall as the princess, but had a much
lusher figure, with large breasts, a slim waist, and full hips.
She had very long, straight midnight black hair, reaching well
below her waist, parted in the middle. Like the other two, she
had an innocent, almost girlish look to her face.

The three young women waded into the water, where they were soon
splashing each other, laughing, playing like children. And I
guessed they probably weren't much older than children themselves
- probably all still in their teens. After they were wet from the
splashing, the Nubian took a small bottle, pouring what I assumed
was oily soap over Amara's upper body.

As Amara stood still in the thigh-deep water, the two slave girls
began washing her upper body, her back, shoulders, then her
breasts, rubbing, caressing. I saw Amara's lips open in what
looked like a moan, but I was too far away to hear. Then she
pulled the Asian girl's head to her bosom, holding her tight as
she sucked Amara's nipples into erection.

The Nubian was washing Amara's butt now, her soapy hands
insinuating themselves between her legs, Amara opening them a
little to ease her access. With one hand caressing Amara from
behind, the Nubian's other hand slid around to Amara's front,
soaping her pussy, rubbing the swollen labia.

I saw the Asian girl pull her mouth away from Amara's tits,
sliding down her belly toward her pussy, but Amara's hands
grabbed her, forcing her mouth once more to her nipples. Soon
however, the Asian girl's hand joined the Nubian's on the soapy
vulva, rubbing while her mouth moved from one erect nipple to the
other.

The hands and mouth of the slave girls were moving faster now on
Amara's body. I watched as the lovely princess arched her back,
then shuddered in climax, crying out loudly enough that I could
hear it even in my hiding place. The girls stood together,
hugging each other for a few moments. Then laughing, the slave
girls began splashing Amara again, rinsing off the oily soap.

Amara waded to the beach, where naked she stretched out on her
robe on the sand. The two slave girls washed each other, with
plenty of caressing and fondling, but apparently not reaching
climax. Then, they hurried to the beach, lying on either side of
Amara, all three of them drying off in the warm desert air.

I thought the show was over, but it wasn't long before the two
slave girls began kissing and caressing Princess Amara again.
They started with her breasts, then slid down her body, and as
Amara opened her legs, they took turns licking, fingering her
pussy.

Quickly, pushing the slave girls away, Amara turned over, pulling
herself up to a kneeling position, her bare ass to the girls. I
saw Amara turn her head, saying something I couldn't hear, then
the girls, taking turns, began spanking Amara's bare butt with
their hands, each hitting her three or four times, enough that I
thought I could see some reddening of the royal ass. Then, at an
order from Amara, the girls reached into their robes pulling out
a large, fat ivory dildo, and a much thinner one with a spiral
design etched into its surface.

As Amara spread her legs, I watched the Nubian slide the large
dildo into Amara's vagina then begin a slow, steady stroking
motion. After experiencing this for a while, Amara said something
I couldn't hear, then the Nubian moved aside a little, allowing
Amara's anus to be penetrated by the thin dildo wielded by the
Asian at the same time her vagina was being fucked by the
Nubian's larger one. It didn't take long before Amara was again
shuddering through her orgasm, this one taking longer, and
apparently much stronger from her cries.

They were cuddling together now, but it wasn't long before the
Asian girl spread her legs and quickly had her pussy penetrated
by the large dildo in the hands of the Nubian. She must have been
very aroused because it seemed like it only took a few strokes
before she too was brought to a shuddering climax.

Now it was the Nubian's turn. At an order from Amara, she took up
position on her hands and knees. The princess knelt behind her,
then slowly, carefully, forced the thin dildo into the kneeling
girl's anus. Surprisingly, the Nubian was very still as she was
penetrated, hardly moving as Amara pushed deeper, then began
stroking the long ivory tool inside her. The Asian girl crawled
over to the duo to caress the Nubian's pussy while Amara fucked
her ass with the dildo.

Suddenly, raising her head, looking back, still supported by her
left hand, the Nubian began squeezing, pulling her breasts with
her right hand, pumping her ass back as the dildo was pushed into
her. After several minutes of this, arching her back she moved
into what must have been an earth shattering orgasm, her body
shuddering, her back arching, her head thrown back, her mouth
open in a silent cry. Then she collapsed onto the sand, Amara and
the Asian girl hugging her close.

After resting a while, the three girls waded again into the pool,
this time going waist deep. They played, splashing each other,
their girlish laughter drifting to where I was spying on them.
Then, wading back to the beach, they donned their robes, and
returned to the encampment.

I was incredibly turned on. "Klaatu, I want them, all three of
them," I said, using my thoughts.

"I understand, Art. Can you wait until after the battle? I think
the anticipation will increase your pleasure."

"All right, as long it's not too long."

"Don't worry, it'll only be a few hours. I think you're really
going to enjoy yourself."

I waited a while for my erection to go down, then crawled back to
Hassan. He must have been able to observe the girls too, but from
a far greater distance than me. He looked at me a little
strangely, but I said nothing except "Come on, let's see how the
men are doing."

Back with my small army, I ordered a lookout up to the top of the
rock, then with Hassan and Murad, planned our attack. We had
archers with us, members of my guard, though I knew they would
find it difficult to fire on their former comrades.

I knew what our plan must be and quickly explained it to Hassan
and Murad. "We'll wait until all are asleep except the guards,
then our archers, firing from the heights, will shoot flaming
arrows into the tents while at the same time our swordsmen will
attack. In the confusion, we should be able to overwhelm them
without too many causalities on either side. Once they're our
captives, I'm sure I can convince our former comrades to join
forces with us."

Hassan and Murad and I walked among the men, quietly explaining
our plan, then told them to try to sleep for a few hours before
the attack. The quick desert sunset had come already. We would
have been more comfortable if we could have had campfires, but we
dared not so close to the enemy. I knew my men were finding it
difficult to sleep. I was restless too, worried about the coming
battle, and I couldn't get the image of the three girls out of my
mind.

Around two in the morning by the moon, Hassan came to wake me.
The men were gathered in a group on the hill, the swordsmen at
the foot of the hill, the archers, under Murad's command, higher
up.

Not shouting, but speaking loudly enough that all could hear, I
addressed my little army. "Men, you know what we have to do.
We'll overrun the camp and capture Princess Amara. If you can,
avoid killing the enemy, try to take them prisoner. I believe I
can convince the members of our royal guard to join us once we've
captured them. There's treasure and plenty of wine in the
Deryabar camp, and you'll all get your share. Once your victory
here is complete, we'll march to Basrah, I'll be restored to the
throne and all of you will be well rewarded for your loyalty."

The men started cheering, but we quickly quieted them. Then, we
moved to take our positions, Murad leading the archers up the
hill, where they wrapped oily rags around there arrow. Hassan and
I led our swordsmen around the hill, ready to attack once the
Deryabar encampment was thrown into disarray by the fire arrows.

Waiting, I looked up toward the top of the hill behind me, where
our archers should be getting ready. Then, I saw a spark - no,
several sparks - against the darkness, and the sparks were
moving. It took a moment before I realized what they were, the
light from burning brands as they were passed among the bowmen to
light their arrows.

Then there were many sparks and they were arcing up over our
heads, falling into the enemy camp. It was some time before there
was an alarm, long enough for another flight of arrows to arc
over us before falling among the enemy.

Fires were breaking out in the camp, tents beginning to burn,
piles of supplies flaring up. We could see the enemy rushing to
put out the fires, hear orders shouted. As another flight of
fiery arrows arced over our heads, I looked up, and then down
again at the enemy camp dotted now with the light of many fires.
Looking in wonder, I realized how lucky I was to have seen this,
to have this experience, and now I was about to have the
experience of leading my little army into battle.

I knew those in the enemy camp must realize they were under
attack, but in the initial chaos caused by the fire arrows it
would take some time before they were ready to fight. Now, in the
confusion, was our chance. Waving my scimitar over my head, I
shouted to Hassan's party to attack. Then calling out "Let's go
men," I was charging down the hill toward the enemy.

As I charged into the camp, an enemy soldier turned to stop me,
raising his scimitar. I ducked under his arm, ramming a shoulder
into his chest, striking his head with the pommel of my sword as
he went down. My men, yelling a variety of war cries, were
following me into the enemy camp.

A number of small, individual battles were breaking out as my men
encountered the enemy. Calling to Hassan, "Get your men in line
here," I ordered. "Then move forward." Fire arrows were still
falling at our charge, but stopped when Murad realized we were
now in the camp.

Now Hassan's swordsmen were pressing forward, halting individual
combats, in most cases the enemy throwing down their weapons in
surrender. Then, we were joined by Murad's archers, running down
the hill into the camp, their scimitars ready. With
reinforcements, it didn't take long before my men secured the
whole camp.

Our first order of business was to extinguish the fires. I had
the prisoners formed into a line passing buckets of water from
the lagoon into the camp, then it wasn't long before all the
fires were out. Taking count of my troops, I found that two of my
men had been killed and six injured badly. The enemy's
causalities were greater, but we captured nearly a hundred men.
When members of my royal guard, now in the service of Malik, saw
the mark of the hawk on my chest, they all agreed to join our
cause. Malik had spread the falsehood that I was dead and no
members of royal house of Basrah remained alive, but once the
guardsmen knew who I really was they gladly agreed to come to the
side of the rightful ruler of Basrah.

It was well past sunrise by the time I had the camp organized.
The prisoners, all members of the escort from Deryabar, were
under guard by my men. Now the fires were out, most of the
disorder of the encampment cleaned up, my men could rest, some
with wine bottles, others just sleeping.

Calling over Murad and Hassan, "We'll stay here until tomorrow,
then move on to Basrah. Make sure the men don't get drunk - or
too drunk, post lookouts, and guard the prisoners well," I
ordered.

Then I walked over to Princess Amara's large tent. On my orders,
it had been spared from the fire arrows. The two eunuchs, their
hands tied behind their backs were kneeling in the shade of the
canopy in front of the tent, guarded by two of my men. "See I'm
not disturbed," I ordered, stepping into the tent.

The three girls, cloaked and wearing their headscarves and veils
crouched in a corner, looking at me with fear in their eyes.
Then, standing, her blue eyes like ice, "Who are you? What are
you doing here?" Princess Amara asked, scornfully.

"I am your master. You are mine by right of conquest, and soon I
shall be your lord and husband, as promised long ago," I said,
stripping off my jacket so the Hawk of Basrah was visible on my
chest.

"I shall call no man master. And no man shall be my lord, least
of all you, deposed sultan," Amara said, the malice obvious in
her words.

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