<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;">Palace of the Exile (Celeste POV)</span></span><br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/DExSpl5.jpg?1)</div><br/>A eunuch guard slumped his rifle over his back as he leaned against the wall. He took no notice as a group of women dragged you off to the baths, and it’s doubtful he could do anything, even if his lusts somehow managed to get the best of him.<br/><br/>Your limbs felt thick as stones from the drugs fed to you, your vision blurred at the edges. The omnipresent white and gold motif of the baths was so bright that it brought tears to your eyes. The sloshing sounds of water preceded your escort down the wet steps as the concubines draped each of your arms over their shoulders for support. The pool was warm, not too hot to be uncomfortable yet just right to be cool and refreshing against your skin from the sunny outdoors. Attendant hands rubbed oils which smelled of lilacs and other sweet scents of nature into your flesh above water level, a fine-toothed comb smoothing out any knots in your long lustrous hair.<br/><br/>“We need you at your best before you can meet the Sultan,” one of the women whispered in your ear. “But luckily we don’t have much on which to improve.”<br/><br/>She shown her appreciation with a peck on the cheek as another lifted your left leg above the water’s surface to apply oil on as well. It was hard to tell how much of it was thorough, but you couldn’t help but feel that one woman’s touches lingered just a bit too long on your belly and breasts…<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/OsWK4zU.jpg?1)</div><br/>You come to somewhere else, now dried but still pleasantly aromatic and tingling from the women’s gentle caresses. An underlying soft cushion of bedding holds your nude body as you stare up into the ornate ceiling. It is wrought of patterns and shapes in blue and gold hues, and while some feeling has returned to your arms and legs it takes great effort to move at a snail’s pace.<br/><br/>One of the women from earlier leans over, her face coming into view to break the still monotony of your sight.<br/><br/>“Ah, you’re awake!”<br/><br/>“That is good, the Sultan is just about ready,” said another as she also leaned.<br/><br/>The creaking of an opening door broke the silence, followed by an excited gasp.<br/><br/>“Ah, your rose is even more lovely than I could have possibly imagined,” came the Sultan’s voice from the other side of the room. At this point the concubines angled your neck further up the pile of pillows to change your vision to the man himself: clad in the finery of his station and sporting well-manicured facial hair, he was ever the spitting image of an Eastern man of royalty.<br/><br/>“I have to wonder,” he mused as he slowly made his way to the bed, garments of clothing gradually coming off. “Will I encounter the resisting shield of purity, or will its already-opened petals invite me in with all the eagerness of a decadent trollop?”<br/><br/>The concubines spread open your legs as he climbed upon the foot of the bed. His pants already undone and robes open to a bare expanse of chest, his member was already hard at the sight of you.<br/><br/>“Either way, I look forward to turning you into my personal slut!” he exclaimed as he crawled on top and forced his way inside.<br/><br/>The Sultan’s thick cock stretched open your slick walls, aided by the thrusting of his hips as he immediately went to work on ravishing you. The breath from his gasps of pleasure smelled of tobacco smoke, the bristles of his hairs rubbing against your chest already slick with sweat. The expansive bed beneath you squeaked repeatedly from the rhythm and weight, and all the while the concubines held you down by the wrists in assisting their master’s rape.<br/><br/>“Just as I thought!” the Sultan said as he pounded into you even harder and faster. “You’ve given yourself to another man! Humor me, how does he compare to my manhood? How many men have you tempted into sin? You are an experienced whore, I can tell that much.”<br/><br/>“Even those luckiest of men will never have her again now that she’s yours, master,” one of the concubines crooned.<br/>