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Tasim's Tale
by Stephanie Vaughan
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Captured by the Kundari, a neighboring kingdom, Tasim is a stranger in a strange land. When he is made part of the entertainment at a lusty reward ceremony for the king's soldiers, Tasim has one hope for survival: make Dorian, the rugged captain of the regiment, his protector. A single encounter will shock them both -- but first they must survive the night.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Single Shot, 2010 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010
 
45 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [54 KB]
Words: 11309
Reading time: 32-45 min.
"Sit."
Tasim sat, his wet buttocks sliding on the smooth wood of the three-legged stool. He looked at the others, to see how they were handling the experience. They sat warily, if outwardly compliant, and Tasim tried to mimic their composure. They didn't appear to have insides made of pudding, wobbly as newborn calves.
"Put your hands there." Madame, as Tasim had dubbed her in his head, gestured at yet another pole -- this one running the length of the room. Tasim did as he was told. "Good boy. You'll do well."
Had the others heard that? What could the old harridan mean? Whatever their meaning, those three seemingly encouraging words sent a frisson of fear snaking down his spine.
The old woman guided Tasim's face away from gazing at his fellow prisoners, directing it toward the wall. "Now hold still." Reaching for a pair of shears she produced seemingly out of nowhere, the woman held his head with one hand and began clipping Tasim's hair. With just a few deft strokes, she'd left him as bald as a spring lamb and moved on to the hair at his underarms. After directing him to stand, she even, hideously, took care of the hair at his groin with a few more workmanlike strokes.
Next, she put down the shears and picked up a mitten made of sheepskin. Slipping it onto her hand, she applied a measured amount of oil to its surface and began smoothing the cool liquid over Tasim's skin. Under other circumstances, it might have been a pleasant experience, but the warmth of the pool had long since left him and Tasim's skin prickled with goose flesh.
The woman spent extra time on Tasim's legs and buttocks, and Tasim thought improbably of the child's game he'd played with his brothers and other youngsters of his acquaintance, of sliding down a grassy hill on a summer day. He would have won every race if his serviceable leather breeches had been greased then as he was now.
"Hands here." She tapped the wooden pole again and, once again, Tasim did as he was told. He leaned over a bit and grasped the pole with both hands. He didn't think much about the taps of her booted feet against his ankles, just widened his stance a bit, until something cold and hard pressed against his anus. He tensed uncontrollably, but the woman was undeterred. "Hold yourself still. We're almost done."
Tasim looked away from the woman and at the three lancers to his left. They watched avidly what was being done to him, eyes wide -- not so composed, now.
The pressure built as whatever was being inserted into him pressed irrevocably onward. Just when the
pain was at its peak and Tasim feared his flesh might split, the widest part was in, settling inside him and he was left with an aching ass and an unfamiliar feeling of fullness.
"Stand up."
He wasn't sure why he felt compelled to obey. He only knew that he was helpless to change his circumstances and instinct told him to offer his captors no resistance -- give them no reason to kill him. Tasim stood.
When something brushed against his ankles, momentarily distracting him from the pain in his asshole, Tasim looked down. Following the trail of hair upward with his gaze, he realized he now wore a tail. The woman had inserted a plug into his ass with a long fall of hair like a horse's tail attached to it.
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