Shameful Reckonings by S. J. Lewis

did not know how to play chess, and had no urge to learn. Kara might be domineering and aggressive, but at least she was someone that Gia knew and could speak with.
    Not that conversation was encouraged in the seraglio. There were always guards roaming through the chamber. They broke up any obvious conversations, sometimes with short whips or bamboo rods. They also stepped in whenever two or more women started to get too obvious in their physical affections. A little kissing and fondling seemed to be allowed, but not much else. Kara seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to those guards. She always knew just when to break off what they were doing, and just when to start back up. Gia didn’t like most of what Kara did to her, and she hated what the tall blonde made her do, but she was also more than a little afraid of the woman. Kara had a cruel streak and a vivid imagination when it came to inflicting pain any time Gia balked.
    Women in the seraglio were allowed to wear things. Most of what they were allowed to wear was jewelry, most of it ornate and some of it garish. What clothes they were allowed were mostly gauzy and transparent. Gia had found a pair of harem pants that fit her, but Kara had refused to let her wear them. All that she allowed Gia was a veil that hid absolutely nothing and some anklets with tiny silver bells on them.
    Worst of all for Gia were the times she was taken from the seraglio for more ‘training’ or to be displayed to potential customers. She had learned painfully all the words of command that they used here, even if they weren’t in English. Usually she was led into some small, windowless room and made to get on all fours in front of one or more strange men. On command she would arch her back, spread her legs wider, or do whatever else she was told to do. She would hold perfectly still while the strange men inspected her body. They always seemed fascinated by her breasts, and would fondle and squeeze them as if to assure themselves that those lovely globes of flesh were real. Some were equally fascinated by her pussy, which was kept clean-shaven. Kara herself had commented on how ‘pretty’ it was.
    Sometimes, all Gia had to endure was the gawking and fondling, or the long talks between a guard and a potential customer as she obediently stayed in place on her hands and knees. She was certain that they were discussing her body, even if she never understood a word.
    If a customer became particularly interested, it got worse. If her body had met some customer’s initial criteria, the next step was for her to submit to sex. It was then that she felt most like some prize animal. Most times, she would remain on all fours while the man took her from behind. There was almost always some hair-pulling and ass-slapping to go along with that. And, as hard as she tried not to show any physical reaction at all, sooner or later her body would betray her and she would moan or cry out. The men always took their pleasure of her. She came exactly once during those sessions. Every other time, she was left hanging, her head sagging down as she panted and whined and moaned. At least the men used lubricants and condoms when they did that to her.
    Sometimes, the men wanted her to suck them off. Then, Gia would kneel in front of them with her wrists bound behind her with silken rope. If she did not show the appropriate level of cock-worship, the guard would bring a thin bamboo cane down across her ass. It always stung like fire. The men never used condoms then. As much as Gia hated fellatio, she became very, very good at it, just to spare herself punishment. She could even swallow everything that spurted into her mouth now, though she hated that above everything else. And always, after the man had taken his pleasure, she must look up at him and thank him, and offer to lick his cock clean whether it had been in her mouth or in her pussy.
    It was far worse when more than one man wanted to evaluate