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    Even if he's the one wearing the dress--a beautiful, white silk dress and silk stockings, with smooth-shaven legs underneath--Connie's the one who's ended up on top tonight. And very literally so: now, Connie is straddling Baz, kissing him, grinding into him, hard underneath his dress; determined, he is pressing Baz's wrists into the bed and won't let him move.

    All of this had happened naturally, somehow; inevitably. The moment Baz had shown up looking gloomy and tense--well. Connie had taken one look at him and had known that tonight, he needed to take charge, needed to undo that stupid anguish of his, those knots in his being.

    Even if it's but subconscious, both of them know that tonight's the night: tonight, Connie will finally take him. He wants Baz so much he isn't going to be satisfied with just taking the female role this time--well, depending on the female. For Connie is now also the woman who takes, the maneater, and Baz cannot help but think of the firm command with which Marlene had taken him to her bed.

    Therefore, after a little tumble upon the bed, it just so happens that Connie throws Baz face down upon the bed, yanks up his hips and buries his tongue in his arse.

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    Jaffar and Yassamin celebrate their eleventh anniversary, revisiting the games they'd played as newlyweds: through Jaffar's hypnosis, Yassamin can live the part of an eager virgin and he her wicked, whip-wielding master once more.

    That, and Jaffar has also dusted off Sarosh...

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    "I would play the slave girl to you, my love: surrender myself unto you as completely as the believer's soul surrenders unto God."

    Moaning, he captures her in a deep kiss. "I'd hoped you would say that," he laughs with the delight of a boy. But then, the boy is gone and his majesty, his lordship, his puissance ravishes her once more: he crushes her in his embrace, just like that first night.

    As he pulls back, his eyes are heavy from desire and he is erect against her belly; just as her cunny's now tightening, aflutter between her legs. Hissing, he tugs upon her lower lip with his thumb; his eyes flash so pale his irises become as glass. Now, his voice is dark and sticky and coarse, pouring into her ears a black honey.

    "Trust, wife, that I shall endeavour to master you until you lie at my feet weeping, hoarse from screaming, dripping with my seed from every orifice, begging me for mercy."

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    In both his sleep and in his waking is Tybalt of the Capulets a man haunted: yet not by the spirits of all those he's slain, but a demon sent from Hell to tempt him with all his forbidden desires.

    It is the ghost of a Moorish sorcerer, out to devour his soul.

    Even now, within the long shadows of the courts of the Capulets, he can sense he is being followed.

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    He, her spirit, her sorcerer now whispered to her of everything that was denied to her and everything that she yearned for with all her heart: namely, worlds and experiences beyond the walls and the latticed screens of the harem.

    It was nothing more and nothing less than freedom itself that now hovered sweetly about her, as if the great wings of the Simurgh about to crown an emperor with the divine halo of kings, to invest in him power over the entire earthly sphere. And it was then that she realised, with a tightening in her chest that there, in the shadows, reflected in this ghostly man, her very own majesty stood, with a power that terrified her and raised the hair on her arms, made a shiver pass through her entire being. Knowledge itself was he who now looked down upon her with expectation and mirth and a surely-lewd smile she couldn't see, his spirit-form gliding past her.

    Life, Life itself rushing and bubbling and gushing forth a river of wine, sparkling and rippling with a passion deep and scarlet, his rich ripeness now stood there beside her, offered: himself a lush bowlful for her to nourish herself with, sate herself with, intoxicate herself with.

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    "The term is bisexual," Basil remembers Connie telling him that very first night they'd met, when they'd still been just friends. With frankness, Connie had told him this; with challenge, the way he'd looked into his eyes. As if he could see into his soul, see all his sins within, all the cocks sucked, all the frots that didn't end after public school. Before him lies a man who had lived his true nature openly in his Berlin days, loving both women and men, with a courage he could scarcely believe was real.

    Larry had warned Basil about Connie, if not in detail. But now that he knows the man himself, he can only imagine how formidable he must have been ten years ago, when he'd initiated Larry into all the sins of Berlin. Faggot or no, you wouldn't pick up a fight with a six foot three man with the bearing of an emperor, the eyes of a big cat, a man who could crush you with a glance.

    Those eyes are still staring into his in the twilight, the setting sun's rays refracting through them as if they were glass. As always, they demand honesty from him.

    "I know what I am," Connie had told him in no uncertain terms, that first night; "do you?" he'd asked Basil.

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    Jaffar buys Yassamin at the slave market.

    Without a word, he drags her onto her feet and begins to tear at her clothes. She screams and she screams as she is thus defiled, shamed, but he ignores her cries as he dances around her, ripping her precious garments to pieces. Perhaps she had deserved this all along, she thinks as one by one, her silks flutter at her feet, for she is a bad woman, he now exposing her guilty flesh as he had exposed her wanton nature, leaving her defenseless, bare.

    And thus she stands in the centre of the room, naked, he still in his torn shirt and drawers, laughing at her. "Much better." And when she tries to cover her breasts, cover her sex with her hands, he but purrs, nuzzling her face. "Exactly what I was hoping to see in the back room at the slave market," he croons, "until you so cruelly deprived me of the pleasure of inspecting you." He lifts her hair from her face and smiles. "But you will not pass out on me this time, will you, my sweet? Hmm?"

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    She inhales the blue rose and forgets. Love she has yet to learn, and Jaffar is here to teach her.

    "What I mean, my dear," and he leans down to kiss her forehead, then her lips, "is that I am going to teach you a new lesson each night, until you are ready." He kisses her left breast, then her right. "Every night, we'll learn and teach each other." He goes down on one knee and kisses her belly. "Until, on the final night..." his mouth hovers over her bare, shaven sex, and she presses her thighs tighter together. She's wet, and she knows that he knows, that he can smell her.

    "Yes?" She cannot keep her voice from shaking.

    He presses his thumb into the top of her slit, looking up into her eyes, smirking. "On the final night, you'll be so open for me, so ready for me I can just slip inside of you." He presses his lips into her folds, flicking out his tongue, and her knees buckle from underneath her--

    And then, just like that, he stops.

    She screams in frustration, tries to grab his hair, but he's already on his feet, laughing, staggering back and licking his glistening lips. "I've already given you too much. Come to bed."

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