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Persian Pleasure	By : Lomia Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Threesomes Plus Views: 5263 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of The Opera. The respective copyrights belong to Gaston Leroux, Andrew Loyd Webber, Susan Kay, and so forth. This story is meant for entertainment only and is non-profit. Thank You

“Tell her I am sick, better yet dying, anything to get her out of my hair!” Erik was trying to work on his inventions but the Sultana had sent several messengers that day demanding he appear before her and amuse her. “Can’t she amuse herself?” He muttered. “Sir, the Sultana is rather mad, you know how she is when she’s mad.” The eunuch replied. Erik stood up to his full height and his robe fell in a sinister way about his figure. “Who is worse when they are angry, Her, or Me?” The eunuch trembled and went to his mistress. It was only a few minutes later when he returned, this time with a present. Erik sighed and gestured at the two harem girls.

The eunuch cleared his throat and announced, “The Sultana apologizes for her rash behavior and sends these two slaves to you as a request for forgiveness.” Erik clenched his fist. The Sultana was truly a bitch, but this was going too far. She was torturing him for his refusal; she knew no woman would lie in his bed. The real message behind the two girls was never to deny the Sultana’s requests. That was what her father had said too, “Do not deny my daughter her requests, for I will slaughter you.” Yes, things were brutal in Mazanderan. The two girls were trembling in his presence and holding onto each other. He sighed, such fear and he would never harm a hair upon their head. “You both know why you are here.” He said. “We are here to please you in every way possible.” The girl on the left replied. He stood before the girls. “How does that make you feel?” He asked.

The girl on the right looked at his feet. “Excuse me?” She asked him. “How do you feel knowing you are a slave and being forced to do whatever your currant owner requests?” The major problem he had with Mazanderan, not counting all the others, was how they treated the lower classes. Slaves were abused and harem girls were the most abused of all. “No one has ever asked us that before.” The girl on the right loosened her grip on the other girl’s hand. “Please sit down.” Erik asked them as he guided them to the divan. They sat beside him, one on the left and one on the right. Erik sighed as he felt his body responding to their presence. He would never force any woman to be with him, even a slave who expected it.

He would talk to them nicely and perhaps they could play a board game. He looked at the girl on his right. She glanced at the floor and said, “I’m frightened honestly. My mother was a harem girl as well, and when she became pregnant they gave her nine months to live, until I was born.” She began to shake and Erik knew she would cry. He turned to his left and admired the young girl’s lean body. He placed his hands in his lap to disguise the bulge that had begun to grow. “A life in the Sultan’s bed is better than a life in the fields.” The girl told him. “True” Erik agreed. He was beginning to ache, and wondered if he had any ice left over. He had never expected in a thousand years that he would be between two luscious, tan bodies, and such ample bosoms.

“Sir” The girl on the right reached out to stroke his chin, and he sighed. “Why do you wear a mask?” The girl on the left smacked the other girl’s hand. “It’s his business, leave him be.” Erik looked at the girl on his left. He had to get these girls out of his room. He needed some personal time alone to satisfy his pleasure in the only way he knew how. “What are your names?” He asked the women. The girl on the left with pretty brown hair and brown eyes said “Zora”, while the girl on the right with black hair and green eyes said,”Tiniza.” “I am Erik” He stated. “We know who you are.” Zora replied.

Tiniza said, “You are the Sultan’s personal assassin, and the Sultana’s own court magician. You are the most feared man in Mazanderan.” Zora shuddered. “You built that torture chamber.” She whispered. Erik sighed. “Yes, I am guilty of a few crimes, it is my job.” Zora looked at his shoulder. “But you never kill innocents from what I hear.” She said. Tiniza placed her hand on Erik’s and he moaned softly. He had never been this close to any woman, and now one was actually touching his bony hand. Zora noticed and ran her hand down his shoulder. “You act as if you’ve never been touched before.” She crooned. Zora moved closer and Erik placed his hand around her waist. “You have no idea.” He whispered, pulling her close. Tiniza caressed his fingers and tried to pry them apart. “Erik we are here to pleasure you, but you really must stop acting so cold. Remove your mask and let us perform our job.”

At Tiniza’s request Erik released Zora and sat against the divan angrily. “I don’t see why a man can’t be pleasured with his mask on. There is nothing preventing you girls from your job.” He spit out the last few words. He hated the fact that they were only interested in him because it was their “duty”. He wanted a woman to love him for himself, to willingly come to his bed because she desired him, and not because she had been trained to please men. Zora trailed her fingers along his shoulder and Erik looked at her. Tiniza crawled closer to him and whispered. “I’m sorry Erik. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He looked over at her and traced her lips with his finger. He moved towards her and she leaned back.

Zora was massaging his shoulders as he leaned over Tiniza and ran his hands through her soft hair. He had never touched any woman’s hair before and he moaned as the soft silk ran down his fingers. Tiniza smiled as Zora ran her hands down his back. He was very aroused and he touched Tiniza’s cheek. She sighed as he began to explore her shoulder, and he leaned down to sniff her neck. He wanted badly to kiss her, but did not dare remove the mask and show his grotesque lips. At that time Zora’s hands had traveled across his shoulders and to his chest, and he was practically smashed between the two girls. His hard erection pressed into Tiniza’s leg as he rubbed his hands over her beautiful arm.

Suddenly Zora’s hands came up to the edge of his chin and he saw Tiniza nod. Before he could stop her Zora had ripped the mask off and all three screamed in unison. “Damn you, Curses on you!” Erik screamed as he held his hands over his face. Zora had been flung back and lay huddled on the floor while Tiniza cried softly on the divan. Erik was standing over them as he yelled. “You ruined it! We could have had a good occasion; I could pleasure you with my touch and voice, but now, now… “Erik fell to the floor and cried into his hands.

Zora stood up but Tiniza whispered, “No.” Zora ignored her and went to Erik. “I’m so sorry, I just wanted to see. I blame my impertinent curiosity.” He scooted away from her but she laid her hand on his head. “You were quite enjoyable before she screwed things up.” Tiniza called from the divan. Erik chuckled as Zora caressed his thin hair. “I was enjoying myself too.” She said softly.

Erik glimpsed the two girls between his fingers as they sat before him. Zora took one hand and Tiniza took the other and they pulled his hands away from his face.
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