The Jade Harem 1-28

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Jaina said as they passed down the heavily secured hall that contained the magical doorways. Roric rolled his eyes and said that this might be a better opportunity. Jaina hoped for his sake that it was because his plan for the bondage cross was pure genius and one she looked forward to watching. But then Quinny turned up to say that they had run across a large town, and Frank wanted to put one of their plans to work.

“Mallady was disappointed,” Jaina commented. “She wanted to help.”

“We will get her to help us again later,” Roric replied as they reached the door that would take them to Gwen's castle. From here, they traveled into a hidden hall and down yet another secure passage heavily protected by guards. The magical door frame was hidden here, and in a moment, they were in the small pocket room where even more defenders waited. Then, a moment later, they were beside the coach, standing in tall grass, as Blackbast stood on Frank's shoulders to look ahead.

“Oh, it's practically a city,” Jaina noted as they took in the high walls bristling with slender towers. Each had a fantasy-style peaked roof, and from the walls hung odd red and white banners featuring an odd emblem. It appeared to be a woman bent over slightly with her hands bound behind her back.

“Anyone familiar with this town?” Roric asked as he arrived beside Frank.

“I didn’t do much traveling until I met Hannah,” Frank admitted.

“Yes, all you did was hide in your graveyard,” Hannah remarked. “I was a good influence on you.”

“If by good you mean always asking me to risk being reset,” Frank teased.

“You needed the excitement,” Hannah countered as Zillix flew down from a high tree above. He came to her arms, and she swept him up, pressing him between her breasts to cushion him. He asked if they wanted him to hide the coach, but Frank and Blackbast said no. It was time for them to visit a town and do some public relations. They had already worked out the details of how they would claim to be slavers from the north, looking for exotic girls to add to their collection and sell to the princes.

The entire group would be brought into town, and the girls would socialize. They would tell about passing through Gwen's lands to visit Paradise City and the Lovewood. They would tell stories about how wonderful the place was and how it overflowed with beautiful and eager women.

Jaina and Hannah held hands as they planned to split up into two groups. Frank would take Blackbast, Breanne, Quinny, and Umtha, while Roric would take Jaina, Hannah, Gisley, and Evalynn. They would spend the night in the city, doing as much as possible to spread a positive message.

“This should be exciting,” Jaina whispered to Hannah.

“I’m a little nervous,” Hannah admitted as she considered what they were about to do. “I have never paraded around in public like this before.”

“You have walked through your city a bunch of times,” Jaina remarked.

“Yeah, but always as a princess,” Hannah reminded. “And always at Frank's side. This time, I am going in as a slave girl, and all people are going to see is a succubus.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Jaina said in a sultry voice as she rubbed up against Hannah. “And Roric has forbidden you to turn anyone down. Goodness, to think of all the men that are going to be lusting to feed that hunger you succubi have.”

“I wonder why there is a bound woman on the banner?” Evalynn said as she squinted at the distant walls. “It could mean trouble.”

“I suspect it means this city has a slave market,” Blackbast said as she used magic to make a black silk top appear, covering her previously exposed chest. “I am not familiar with this one in particular, but many places use such symbols to advertise it.”

“Hmm, a slave market,” Roric repeated with a raised brow. He and Chandice shared a smile, then called their girls to his side. Gisley and Hannah were made to change their appearance slightly, with Hannah removing the pure red skin for something more blue. Gisley used a disguise that hid her fairy nature but left her otherwise the same. Now she looked like a beautiful elf girl and pranced about in a white slip that resembled a flower. It was decadently short and her purple plug was easily seen whenever she raised an arm even even the slightest bit.

Hannah and Jaina were put in black slave silks trimmed with gold, and a golden chain was placed between their collars. They couldn't be more than six feet apart, meaning that they would be sharing this experience no matter what.

Then they moved out with Roric and the girls walking behind the coach while Chandice held leashes for all of them. Zillix took on his more humanoid appearance so he and Idris could blend while protecting the coach with the rest of the guards. They made their way onto a well-paved road made up of gray stones and hurried to an open gate. The sun was in the afternoon position, and they wanted to settle in before dark.

The gate was guarded by only six men in the same colors as the banner. As soon as Frank and Blackbast approached the men bared their path and asked them to state if they were slave masters.

“We are,” Blackbast replied as she leaned against her husband's chest.

“If you are here to sell, the markets in the east section by the temple to Lassidia,” the guard explained.

“Anything else we need to know?” Blackbast asked.

“Well,” the man said, looking around at the girls. “You can make a fair bit of coin by putting some of your slaves in the public brothel. Prostitution is legal, but you aren't allowed to undercut the city's contracted girls.”

“They have city contracts for prostitutes?” Breanne gasped.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” Frank asked as he looked at Blackbast.

“Oh, and if his Lordship the duke of Lustoria desires it, you must provide him one girl for the night,” the man added.

“So this place is called Lustoria,” Frank said as he looked into the town. “What if we want to sell a girl?”

“Just register her with the seller in the market,” the man said as he pointed. “He will put her on the list and set up a room for her so the potential buyers can try her out.”

“Hmm,” Frank said as he turned his head slightly to regard the girls. He wanted to laugh as Umtha hid behind Quinny while Breanne looked aghast at the idea he might sell one of them.

“He is just teasing you,” Blackbast said as she motioned them forward. “Besides, I wouldn’t let him sell any of you unless you truly desired to be sold.”

Frank didn't say a word as they entered a town that was clearly built around the concept of sex slaves. There were shops for bondage gear and others for skimpy dresses. Some shops sold boots that went up to a girl's thigh, while others specialized in furniture for dungeon rooms.

Hannah and Jaina trailed behind Roric as they took in the strange city and the decadent displays all around them.

“I want to see the slave market,” Gisley said as she practically bounced.

“I bet we could make a fortune selling her,” Chandice laughed as Roric waved to Frank to let him know they were splitting up.

“Did you hear that man say that prostitution wasn't only legal but endorsed by the city?” Jaina asked.

“I had no idea it was illegal anywhere,” Hannah said as they passed some shrubs that were trimmed to resemble women.

“Well, I suppose in this world it's not common for it to be illegal,” Jaina remarked as they turned a corner and headed for the market. “But I hear it's frowned on up north.”

“I bet Frank comes up with some plan to pay girls to be prostitutes now that he’s been exposed to it,” Hannah added.

“I wouldn't be too sure,” Roric said as they stopped before a statue of a girl with her arms held high to expose her nude body. “The rogues' guild has prostitutes in the city already, and Alexandria offers a huge brothel for anyone who wants. If Frank offered a contract for independent girls, it would undercut their business.”

“I wonder where the public brothels are?” Evalynn asked as she looked about.

“How much does a prostitute make, anyway?” Hannah asked as they headed down a broad lane with ornate buildings to either side that rose some three to five stories.

“It depends,” Jaina replied. “We girls were raking in almost a thousand gold a night each.”

“A thousand gold!” Hannah practically shouted, then quickly lowered her voice. “In a single night?”

“Why does that surprise you?” Jaina asked in response to Hannah's overexuberant reaction.

“I don’t know, I guess I never expected it to be so much,” Hannah remarked as her tail began to sway. She assumed that making two or three hundred gold a night was probably a good profit. She had no idea that it could be so much, but then Roric blew her mind. He had been charging very little in comparison to other places because he wanted to ensure that most people could afford it. If the girls had been earning what they should have, they could have made much more.

“Really?” Hannah asked as she looked away.

“Hannah, what is going on in that mind of yours?” Chandice asked as she tugged on the leash. “I can tell when your brain is baking on something.”

“It’s just I…” Hannah began as she struggled to articulate her feelings. “I was thinking about Lord Dugal.”

“What about him?” Roric asked.

“He needs money badly,” Hannah replied as she began to squirm. “And I promised I would do whatever it took to help him get it.”

“Ohhhhh,” Jaina said as she smiled, then leaned into Hannah. “And now you know how to get it.”

“I had no idea you could make so much,” Hannah replied as her cheeks turned purple.

“Look how easily they embrace the idea when they find out how much money it could make,” Chandice laughed.

“I don't want it for myself,” Hannah insisted. “I want to help him. After all the pain and suffering we caused him, I would do anything to help.”

Roric turned around and then motioned them to the side away from people before standing before Hannah. He stared into her eyes and, without hesitation, asked Hannah if she was saying she wanted to be a prostitute.

“I...” Hannah began as she blushed even further.

“Hannah, take a moment to think about your answer,” Roric insisted. “You are talking about having sex for profit, not love, or comfort, or compassion. Are you sure you want to do that?”

“But it will be for all those things,” Hannah insisted. “love, comfort, and compassion for Lord Dugal.”

“How on earth does she see things this way?” Chandice remarked.

“Her point of view on this is so different,” Jaina agreed. “She approaches all of it with a desire to spread happiness.”

“I am trying to fix the damage we caused,” Hannah corrected. “And, well, I care about him.”

“I am worried this emotional attachment you carry might cause you harm,” Roric stated as Chandice put a hand on his arm.

“What’s the harm in letting her try?” Chandice asked. “You don’t have to throw her to the wolves right away. Let’s find one of these brothels and see if we can arrange for them to send her a customer or two. Then see how she feels.”

“I want to work in the brothel too!” Gisley insisted. “I am a prostitute by class.”

“I will think about it as we walk,” Roric replied and led them down the street to a walled section called the pens of heaven. They walked into a market square lined with opulent buildings on every side. Poles hung with cages decorated the borders, and even now, two naked women looked out, smiling at the group.

There was a platform at one end with a massive cage behind it that could easily hold fifty. A board to one side had the names and descriptions of slaves that would be auctioned at the next sale. From the looks of it, there were six women on the list, and the sale was in two days.

“Darlisi, the acean wizard,” Jaina read from the chart. “It says she's been a slave for six years.”

“I don't see any girls in the cage?” Hannah said as she looked into the bars.

“The girls are in the building to the right,” Roric said as he pointed to an open door with two guards. “They are in private rooms so potential buyers can try them out before the bidding starts.”

“So any slave master can just walk right in and make love to one of them?” Hannah asked as she stared at the doorway.

“I assume you have to prove you are a master,” Roric replied. “But, yes, that is likely how it works.”

“And what have we here?” came a low voice with a strange growl to it. The group turned to look at the face of a dog-headed man with dark black fur. He stood nearly seven feet tall and rippled with muscles that were barely contained in his decorative armor. He wore a kilt of chain and gold at his waist that hung just above his knees. He resembled Roric in many ways, but his snout was longer and his ears pointed above his head. What was most striking was her pure red eyes, which shone with a slight light.

“Are you here to put one of these beauties up for sale?” he asked.

“Not yet,” Roric replied as he moved to stand before the man and gave him a slight bow. “We are more interested in buying.”

“A pity,” the man said as his dark eyes fell on Jaina. “I see something I like very much.”

Jaina’s mouth curled in a smile as it became obvious he was talking about her. He asked if Roric would be in the city long and was told probably no longer than the sale. The two began to talk as the girls huddled together to whisper behind them.

“Somebody has an admirer,” Gisley teased as she looked at the strange man. “You seem to attract dog men.”

“Ha, I was going to say that,” Evalynn laughed, then looked the man up and down. “But I wouldn't mind being sold to that.”

“He is handsome,” Jaina agreed, then nudged Hannah to break her focus.

“What? Oh, sorry, I was distracted,” Hannah said as she joined the discussion. “Does that man really want to buy you?”

“I am a sex slave,” Jaina replied. “Technically, I am Roric's property, and he can do what he wishes with me, but he would never sell me.”

“Why not?” Hannah pressed.

Jaina explained that before she and Roric ever set foot in New Eden, they agreed that Jaina's only limit was that he couldn't sell her. The only reason she agreed to be a sex slave at all was to serve Roric, and she was worried that the magic would fade if he was gone.

“But you changed all that,” Gisey said. “You told Roric you wanted to be his slave with no limits. You told him that he could sell you if he truly wanted to.”

Jaina froze as she recalled the day her passions got the better of her. She had indeed begged Roric to forget the earlier restriction, and now she was fully exposed.

“He already turned the man down,” Evalynn reminded. “But I’m not so sure I would mind it.”

“You would be happy being sold?” Hannah gasped.

Evalynn blushed and nodded, but explained it would still be hard. She was very much in love with Breanne and considered all of them to be her family. It would be painful to be separated from those she cared so much about, but then there was the other sensation.

“It would be the final step,” Evalynn explained. “If I was sold, then there would be no shred of my previous life left. I would know deep in my soul that I was going to be in this collar for the rest of time.”

Hannah shuddered at the thought but couldn't deny there was a tingling inside. She realized that Evalynn was right. Right now, Hannah was only playing because she could take the collar off at any time. Her first step would be to have the collar locked so she could no longer escape her fate. The second step would be her sale to another master who took her away.

She had been sold to Rajeen and Roric, but that meant nothing had changed. To truly feel the sensation of being a slave with no choice, she needed to be sold to a master outside the harem.

She wondered if she could be happy away from the people she cared so much about. Could Roric train her to desire only to serve the one she called master and not long for anything else? The very thought of being sold and then sold again, on and on for thousands of years, made her tingle all over. Three hundred years from now, would she be serving her twentieth master?

Hannah was enthralled by the idea that until she was sold, she hadn't fully experienced what it was to be a slave girl. She was broken from the train of thought when the golden chain that connected her to Jaina was tugged. Chandice brought them forward to stand before the dog man as he looked down on them lustfully.

“May I present to you, slave Jaina and slave Hannah,” Roric said.

Hannah quickly mimicked Jaina's bow as the two humbled themselves before him. She looked up as Roric explained that the two were inseparable and would be sold together.

Hannah stood tall as the dog-headed man reached out and took her by the chin to turn her head and gaze at her.

“She would look better with red skin,” he said.

There were snickers from behind as the man complimented Hannah on her beauty, but said he would change her skin to red if she were his. He stepped back and commanded Hannah

to use her powers to change to red. She complied, and he nodded, saying she looked like a proper succubus now.

“We don't like to use red skin because the princess from that land is also red,” Roric explained. “They look very alike in red skin, and there have already been mistakes made. So I had her take the blue to avoid any future misunderstandings.”

“A wise decision,” the man replied as he casually reached down and took hold of one of Hannah's breasts. “She is well endowed.”

Hannah's eyes went wide as she was groped, but she held her pose when nobody else reacted. She quickly realized that this was hardly an inappropriate act, considering she worked in a glory hole. He then stepped back to look her up and down as a smile curled his canine snout.

“A demon owning a devil,” he said while a hungry look came to his eyes. “I could put her to good use.”

Hannah looked into his eyes as he smiled wider and asked her if she wanted to be his bitch. Hannah glanced at Roric, who looked displeased that she even needed his approval. She nodded and fell to her knees before him, promising that she would serve him with all she had.

“You’re a demon?” Gisley asked as the man looked up.

“Yes, a Carrigaron demon,” he replied. “It looks a lot like a dog, but as I evolve, I get horns, wings, a tail, and even two more arms.” He then took a bow and introduced himself as Anubis.

“I love it,” Jaina said as she took him in. “I was always fond of the Egyptian gods.”

“A pity your master won’t sell you to me,” he said. “I would pay handsomely for you both.”

“I didn't think you liked me,” Hannah said as she recovered from her shock and stood.

“Oh, I am sorry,” he said as he bowed to her. “It isn’t that I didn’t like you. It’s just that I didn’t think a succubus would want to be owned by a demon. There is the whole blood rivalry between devils and demons thing.”

“I have no idea how any of that works,” Hannah replied as she took a seductive pose. “And I don’t care.”

“Hmm,” the man said and turned back to Roric. “A thousand more?”

“I am sorry, but they are not for sale,” Roric insisted. “However, if you would like to sample them, we were considering putting them in the public brothel for the night.”

“Assuming we can find it,” Chandice said as she looked around. “This city is fairly large.”

“I know the perfect one,” Anubis said as he gestured them to follow. “I can lead the way.”

They fell in behind them as Roric and Chandice began to ask questions about the city. Anubis was all too happy to tell them all about it and explained how the duke was a very amorous man. He loved women and wanted his city to be a place where beautiful women were bought and traded.

Jaina took that as an opportunity to bring up Paradise City and tell him how it was ruled by a group known as the Jade Harem. He asked some questions, allowing the girls to tell them all about the magic of the city, from the beautiful women on its streets to the siren voice of its princess. They told him about the Lovewood and the delights that could be found among its girls. Gisley even showed him her tattoos and explained how a girl got them.

“This land sounds fascinating,” Anubis remarked. “I will have to visit it and meet this princess. She can be found in the forest, you say?”

Jaina told him how the princess often stalked the forest, sharing her love with needy men. She then explained that if he were a man of some station, all he had to do was go to Gwen's castle. Gwen would arrange for him to meet the princess.

“I would rather meet her in the forest where I could know her,” Anubis replied.

“Oh, that’s the thing about the princess,” Jaina said with a wink at Hannah. “She has an odd way of meeting people. You aren’t allowed to talk until you have made love long enough to truly know one another.”

“I admire this woman,” he laughed. “What better way to introduce yourself and get to know one another?”

“That’s exactly how she feels,” Jaina said as Hannah blushed beside her.

They rounded a few corners as they filled him in on little details about the magic of their land. Then they arrived at a walled compound whose yard was full of colorful tents. The ground was like desert sand, and silken flags displayed his dog-headed face.

“Welcome to the Desert Blossom,” he announced and took them through an arched gate. They were greeted by a large inner compound where a fire burned before a stage. Two women with bare chests danced on the stage before several dozen others while a haunting desert melody played. Scattered around the compound were the tents whose silken doorways were mostly closed. They could hear the cries of women in the throes of passion from inside them as Anubis turned around.

“Welcome to my home,” he said with a bow. “This is my little slice of the desert where the most exotic beauties come to be my girls.”

“You own this place?” Gisley said as she fluttered. “Oh, can I dance on the stage?”

“You have very eager girls,” Anubis laughed. “You certainly know how to spot fine women.”

“Our master is wonderful,” Jaina said as she leaned against Hannah. “And he takes great care in training us.”

Roric took that as his cue to speak to Anubis about Hannah. He explained how new Hannah was to this and how they wanted to train her to be a prostitute. He shared to plan to let her have her first few customers, then check in on her to see how she was doing. He nodded and explained how the tents worked. All a girl had to do was pick an unused tent and stand by the door. This signaled to the customers that they were available, and the men could look them over. If a man wanted her, they would pay her and go inside. The women would close the silk drape, indicating they were not to be disturbed. When they finished, he would leave, and she would stand at the door again.

“So long as she remains inside, nobody will bother her. You can check in on her between every customer if you like,” he said.

“And how much do you charge?” Roric asked.

Hannah was floored when she heard he charged three hundred gold for ten minutes with a girl. He took a hundred of that amount for himself, and the rest went to the girl or her master. He then offered to waive the cut entirely if he could have Jaina to himself for the night.

“Done,” Roric said and shook his hand.

Hannah trembled as Chandice removed the golden chain from her collar so Anubis could lead Jaina away.

“Just relax and do what you already naturally do,” Jaina said as they departed.

Hannah nodded as Chandice took her hands and leaned in for a kiss.

“You are so wonderful,” Chandice said. “Wanting to do this to help Lord Dugal. Roric and I have agreed to give any money you make to him. We won’t keep a thing.”

“You will?” Hannah asked as her heart began to race.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Chandice replied and stepped aside as Roric stood before Hannah. He took her into his arms and gave her a soothing hug while admonishing her for being so brave. Then he stepped back and pointed to a tent.

“That one is empty,” he said. “Are you ready?”

Hannah nodded as her head began to spin at the idea of what she was about to do.

“Tonight you take a big step in your journey,” Roric said as he held her out. “I hope you truly are ready because tonight, you become a prostitute.”