They were naked save for a minuscule undergarment which barely concealed their virgin pussies and for a few ornamental trinkets.They were naked save for a minuscule undergarment which barely concealed their virgin pussies and for a few ornamental trinkets. Their wrists were bound behind them and an uncouth slaver was dragging them roughly up to the auction block by chains around their necks. Sir Jeffrey was tantalized by their nubile young bodies and incensed at the harsh treatment they were receiving. Without hesitation, he leapt upon the auction block and dealt the slaver a crushing blow to the face with his massive fist. The slaver's nose spouted blood all over his beard as he slumped unconsciously to the wooden platform. Then Sir Jeffrey dropped a leather pouch full of coins at the slaver's feet and led the two dark-haired, doe-eyed beauties to his carriage. As the carriage sped toward the sea, Sir Jeffrey learned that their names were Ferra and Jasmine, and that they were both eighteen years old, and that they had been hostages to the slain sultan for the past two years. "We are the daughters of the Caliph of Baghdad. We were abducted from a caravan by the evil Sultan and held for ransom." Ferra spoke in a thick but enchanting arabic accent. "But how can you be sisters and still be the same age?" asked Sir Jeffrey. "Your beauty is unquestionable, but you do not favor your sister." "My Lord," Ferra replied, "We have another sister and two brothers also born the same year. |