08-05-2008, 01:56 PM
The Belly Gem written by Jaster
There were worse things than being a harem girl, but at present, Sayuri couldn't think of any. For you see, she was currently experiencing a great deal of physical and mental distress. More so than she could ever remember suffering. The pain was awful, like nothing she could have imagined. But, overshadowing the physical pain was the tremendous fear of failure. The unaccountable and sensuous eroticism accompanying her current abuse was also most awkward and puzzling.
A bit of history is in order before I continue. Sayuri always considered herself an entertainer above all else. She excelled in singing, dancing and acting. She found at an early age she had a special sort of charm that gave her a great deal of power over most men. She was exotically beautiful with silky smooth skin and deep almond eyes that had the power to stir a mans loins with but a simple look. Sexy is an unjust word for Sayuri, she simply radiated with sensual energy. The way she moved, the way she smelled, the way she dressed, the sound of her voice, the way she held her body when she was still... Everything about her was the apex of beauty and femininity.
She was the daughter of a successful merchant family. She was well educated and supported by her family to pursue whatever interested her. She found dance to be her innermost passion and took every opportunity to learn and practice. Her skills were exceptional, exceeded only by her beauty and alluring nature. She considered her life full and satisfying. She was not a sheltered child but was for the most part unaware of the violent and seedy element that could be found in some of the more uncivilized parts of her country. The most hideous and drastic change occurred for Sayuri while traveling with her family in a merchant caravan. They were going to the capital city to the annual fair. It was not her first time to make this journey and she was looking forward to it. In the evening, half way through the journey, the caravan was attacked by desert raiders. They were very well armed and organized. The raiders quickly eliminated the mercenaries hired to protect the caravan and any of the merchantmen and a few of the women that resisted. The wagons were looted and buried in the sand. The caravan survivors were rounded up and marched off. Sayuri never saw her family or any semblance of her previous life again.
After a week or a month, she was not really sure, Sayuri found herself in her new "occupation". It was more or less a luxury prison. The harem of a wealth prince of somewhere or other. One thing was certain, she knew she was no longer in her home country. The initial weeks in the harem were impossibly difficult, but as time went on she slowly began to learn what was expected of her. The palace often held lavish dinners or entertained wealthy guests and the harem girls were to act as entertainers. Needless to say, she was not happy with her new life, but she was in here element. Her talents and beauty and natural charm quickly made her the rising star of the harem. Her instant popularity with the Prince and his wealthy guests made her instantly unpopular with the other girls in the harem, especially Sandalia, who was currently the most popular entertainer in the harem.
One of the Prince's more frequent and wealthy guests who was a Sheik took a particular liking to Sayuri. Every time she was in the room, his eyes were on her. To be more precise, his eyes were on her belly. Sayuri's belly was fabulously beautiful, but this particular man found it positively hypnotizing.
One night, the Sheik gave Sayuri a beautiful gem to wear in her bellybutton. A guest giving a girl an ornament to wear in her navel was fairly common, but a gift of this magnitude was unheard of. The other girls were astounded and Sandalia was absolutely furious. That was the final blow to her supremacy. Unless she did something and very quickly, she would loose her position of power in the harem. She knew that she was going to have to do something that very night to preserve her stature. Sayuri was unaware of the impact that gift had and the consequences it would soon bring. During the next intermission, after all the girls had retreated to the dressing chambers, Sandalia decided her time to act was at hand. Sayuri was changing her costume when Sandalia had a brief conference with a few of her friends and told them her plan.
They acted very suddenly and with out warning. The four of them quickly cornered Sayuri, who was completely clueless to her danger. She was by the way, currently wearing purple silk pants tied low on her hips with the amber colored topaz in her deep set navel, a gold coin bra, and a purple vest with billowy translucent sleeves and gold trim. (The entirety of her voluptuous belly was of course completely exposed).
Being surrounded so quickly was surprising and unnerving, but not as surprising and unnerving as Sandalia's tiny fist in her jewel-set bellybutton. Sandalia's sucker punch sank in deep. The smack of her fist on Sayuri's flesh echoed in the room. Sayuri huffed, jackknifed forward grasping her violated belly and back peddled until she met the wall. Sandalia wasted no time. She quickly grabbed Sayuri by the throat with her left hand and straightened her up. Sayuri's reflexively grabbed her attackers wrist with both hands. Sandalia delivered 3 very quick and powerful uppercuts into Sayuri's bellybutton, each one harder than the last. Sayuri was in shock. Her eyes bulged and her mouth gaped. She grunted loudly with each punch. The pain in her belly made her knees week and she slumped to the floor with her arms wrapped around her tortured belly.
She was taking in short raspy breaths when one of the girls came behind her and yanked her up by her hair. The two other girls grabbed one arm apiece and held them out to the side. Sayuri began to struggle but was quickly greeted with a painful choke and a few punches to the lower back. She would have screamed if she could have but the chokehold didn't allow that. The stinging punches from behind made her arch her back, making her belly a very inviting target for Sandalia. She hated Sayuri and wanted to really hurt her but knew she had to be careful. She could not bruise her or mark her face because they were expected in the dining hall in 10 minutes. She knew the Sheik was intrigued by Sayuri's belly so she decided to focus her attention there. She was pretty sure the chocolate brown skin of Sayuri's belly would not show any signs of abuse.
Her back was arched pushing her belly out. Sandalia stepped forward and began to throw many vicious punches into Sayuri's defenseless body. Several of her punches plowed directly into the girls bellybutton, there was a left right combination to the gently rounded area below her bellybutton, a pair of simultaneous punches to either side of her bellybutton collapsing it in on itself. This caused the jewel to pop out and fall to the floor. Sandalia briefly stopped her punching frenzy to pick up the topaz. The recent flurry of punches to Sayuri's belly hurt immensely. She had never before been punched in the belly and was completely unprepared for the intensity of the pain. She was still standing, only due to the 3 girls holding her. She wanted greatly to collapse and cradle her aching belly.
She was now whimpering. Sandalia seemed disgusted at that, and punched her with all her might deep into her guts. Sayuri huffed loudly as she lost half her breath. She bent forward reflexively, but quickly found a bony fist jabbing into her lower back. She tried to scream. With her mouth half-open, Sandalia shoved the Topaz in and forced her to swallow it. The reality of what had happened just registered to Sayuri when she saw Sandalia preparing to punch her some more. She tried to tense up but it was useless. Sandalia's fists dented deep into her body. Each punch slamming into her like a mule kick. Sandalia was now leaning into her punches and leaving her fist buried in Sayuris flesh for two or three seconds. This hurt really bad, worse that the previous punches, but there was also something else. A completely new sensation, sort of a warm sensual feeling. It seemed totally out of place in the midst of all her agony but it was there. Each time Sandalia would punch her in the belly it hurt like hell but the feeling of her fist deep in her body gave her a confusing warm satisfying feeling. Her mind was reeling and her body was throbbing. Sandalia had slammed a dozen of these punches into her tender belly before letting up. Sayuri was in the worst pain of her life. Her belly was on fire from the inside out. She was taking in short shallow breaths. Sandalia looked at her, pleased with her work.
Lets see you dance for the Sheik now honey. Can you do a belly roll for me, hahaha, how bout a flutter or a chest drop, ooooooooo poor baby does it hurt when you do that. HA, I don't think the Sheik will be too happy with your belly now. By the way, where is your jewel? With that she grabbed Sayuri around the neck and pulled her forward lifting her knee HARD into belly, she did this many times, twice below her belly button once above and twice right on it. These vicious knees drove all the air completely from Sayuri's lungs. She had never had the air knocked out of her before and the experience was frightening. The knees hurt more than the previous punches, the pain was deep and throbbing, but there was also a curious touch of that erotic pleasure. However, above all was the sharp piercing pain of collapsed lungs. Her belly felt like a frozen inferno. Fear gripped her as she realized she couldn't breath. The pain spread all the way from her knees to her chest. The other girls let go of her and she fell to the ground in a ball. She was rocking back and forth making small squeaking noises as she tried to remember how to breathe. Sandalia kicked her once in the lower back and said they were expected in the dining room in 5 minutes. Sayuri began to cry with what breathe she could find.
There were worse things than being a harem girl, but at present, Sayuri couldn't think of any. For you see, she was currently experiencing a great deal of physical and mental distress. More so than she could ever remember suffering. The pain was awful, like nothing she could have imagined. But, overshadowing the physical pain was the tremendous fear of failure. The unaccountable and sensuous eroticism accompanying her current abuse was also most awkward and puzzling.
A bit of history is in order before I continue. Sayuri always considered herself an entertainer above all else. She excelled in singing, dancing and acting. She found at an early age she had a special sort of charm that gave her a great deal of power over most men. She was exotically beautiful with silky smooth skin and deep almond eyes that had the power to stir a mans loins with but a simple look. Sexy is an unjust word for Sayuri, she simply radiated with sensual energy. The way she moved, the way she smelled, the way she dressed, the sound of her voice, the way she held her body when she was still... Everything about her was the apex of beauty and femininity.
She was the daughter of a successful merchant family. She was well educated and supported by her family to pursue whatever interested her. She found dance to be her innermost passion and took every opportunity to learn and practice. Her skills were exceptional, exceeded only by her beauty and alluring nature. She considered her life full and satisfying. She was not a sheltered child but was for the most part unaware of the violent and seedy element that could be found in some of the more uncivilized parts of her country. The most hideous and drastic change occurred for Sayuri while traveling with her family in a merchant caravan. They were going to the capital city to the annual fair. It was not her first time to make this journey and she was looking forward to it. In the evening, half way through the journey, the caravan was attacked by desert raiders. They were very well armed and organized. The raiders quickly eliminated the mercenaries hired to protect the caravan and any of the merchantmen and a few of the women that resisted. The wagons were looted and buried in the sand. The caravan survivors were rounded up and marched off. Sayuri never saw her family or any semblance of her previous life again.
After a week or a month, she was not really sure, Sayuri found herself in her new "occupation". It was more or less a luxury prison. The harem of a wealth prince of somewhere or other. One thing was certain, she knew she was no longer in her home country. The initial weeks in the harem were impossibly difficult, but as time went on she slowly began to learn what was expected of her. The palace often held lavish dinners or entertained wealthy guests and the harem girls were to act as entertainers. Needless to say, she was not happy with her new life, but she was in here element. Her talents and beauty and natural charm quickly made her the rising star of the harem. Her instant popularity with the Prince and his wealthy guests made her instantly unpopular with the other girls in the harem, especially Sandalia, who was currently the most popular entertainer in the harem.
One of the Prince's more frequent and wealthy guests who was a Sheik took a particular liking to Sayuri. Every time she was in the room, his eyes were on her. To be more precise, his eyes were on her belly. Sayuri's belly was fabulously beautiful, but this particular man found it positively hypnotizing.
One night, the Sheik gave Sayuri a beautiful gem to wear in her bellybutton. A guest giving a girl an ornament to wear in her navel was fairly common, but a gift of this magnitude was unheard of. The other girls were astounded and Sandalia was absolutely furious. That was the final blow to her supremacy. Unless she did something and very quickly, she would loose her position of power in the harem. She knew that she was going to have to do something that very night to preserve her stature. Sayuri was unaware of the impact that gift had and the consequences it would soon bring. During the next intermission, after all the girls had retreated to the dressing chambers, Sandalia decided her time to act was at hand. Sayuri was changing her costume when Sandalia had a brief conference with a few of her friends and told them her plan.
They acted very suddenly and with out warning. The four of them quickly cornered Sayuri, who was completely clueless to her danger. She was by the way, currently wearing purple silk pants tied low on her hips with the amber colored topaz in her deep set navel, a gold coin bra, and a purple vest with billowy translucent sleeves and gold trim. (The entirety of her voluptuous belly was of course completely exposed).
Being surrounded so quickly was surprising and unnerving, but not as surprising and unnerving as Sandalia's tiny fist in her jewel-set bellybutton. Sandalia's sucker punch sank in deep. The smack of her fist on Sayuri's flesh echoed in the room. Sayuri huffed, jackknifed forward grasping her violated belly and back peddled until she met the wall. Sandalia wasted no time. She quickly grabbed Sayuri by the throat with her left hand and straightened her up. Sayuri's reflexively grabbed her attackers wrist with both hands. Sandalia delivered 3 very quick and powerful uppercuts into Sayuri's bellybutton, each one harder than the last. Sayuri was in shock. Her eyes bulged and her mouth gaped. She grunted loudly with each punch. The pain in her belly made her knees week and she slumped to the floor with her arms wrapped around her tortured belly.
She was taking in short raspy breaths when one of the girls came behind her and yanked her up by her hair. The two other girls grabbed one arm apiece and held them out to the side. Sayuri began to struggle but was quickly greeted with a painful choke and a few punches to the lower back. She would have screamed if she could have but the chokehold didn't allow that. The stinging punches from behind made her arch her back, making her belly a very inviting target for Sandalia. She hated Sayuri and wanted to really hurt her but knew she had to be careful. She could not bruise her or mark her face because they were expected in the dining hall in 10 minutes. She knew the Sheik was intrigued by Sayuri's belly so she decided to focus her attention there. She was pretty sure the chocolate brown skin of Sayuri's belly would not show any signs of abuse.
Her back was arched pushing her belly out. Sandalia stepped forward and began to throw many vicious punches into Sayuri's defenseless body. Several of her punches plowed directly into the girls bellybutton, there was a left right combination to the gently rounded area below her bellybutton, a pair of simultaneous punches to either side of her bellybutton collapsing it in on itself. This caused the jewel to pop out and fall to the floor. Sandalia briefly stopped her punching frenzy to pick up the topaz. The recent flurry of punches to Sayuri's belly hurt immensely. She had never before been punched in the belly and was completely unprepared for the intensity of the pain. She was still standing, only due to the 3 girls holding her. She wanted greatly to collapse and cradle her aching belly.
She was now whimpering. Sandalia seemed disgusted at that, and punched her with all her might deep into her guts. Sayuri huffed loudly as she lost half her breath. She bent forward reflexively, but quickly found a bony fist jabbing into her lower back. She tried to scream. With her mouth half-open, Sandalia shoved the Topaz in and forced her to swallow it. The reality of what had happened just registered to Sayuri when she saw Sandalia preparing to punch her some more. She tried to tense up but it was useless. Sandalia's fists dented deep into her body. Each punch slamming into her like a mule kick. Sandalia was now leaning into her punches and leaving her fist buried in Sayuris flesh for two or three seconds. This hurt really bad, worse that the previous punches, but there was also something else. A completely new sensation, sort of a warm sensual feeling. It seemed totally out of place in the midst of all her agony but it was there. Each time Sandalia would punch her in the belly it hurt like hell but the feeling of her fist deep in her body gave her a confusing warm satisfying feeling. Her mind was reeling and her body was throbbing. Sandalia had slammed a dozen of these punches into her tender belly before letting up. Sayuri was in the worst pain of her life. Her belly was on fire from the inside out. She was taking in short shallow breaths. Sandalia looked at her, pleased with her work.
Lets see you dance for the Sheik now honey. Can you do a belly roll for me, hahaha, how bout a flutter or a chest drop, ooooooooo poor baby does it hurt when you do that. HA, I don't think the Sheik will be too happy with your belly now. By the way, where is your jewel? With that she grabbed Sayuri around the neck and pulled her forward lifting her knee HARD into belly, she did this many times, twice below her belly button once above and twice right on it. These vicious knees drove all the air completely from Sayuri's lungs. She had never had the air knocked out of her before and the experience was frightening. The knees hurt more than the previous punches, the pain was deep and throbbing, but there was also a curious touch of that erotic pleasure. However, above all was the sharp piercing pain of collapsed lungs. Her belly felt like a frozen inferno. Fear gripped her as she realized she couldn't breath. The pain spread all the way from her knees to her chest. The other girls let go of her and she fell to the ground in a ball. She was rocking back and forth making small squeaking noises as she tried to remember how to breathe. Sandalia kicked her once in the lower back and said they were expected in the dining room in 5 minutes. Sayuri began to cry with what breathe she could find.