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Click here"My good men," the king said suddenly, his interruption sending the room into immediate and complete silence, "I'm afraid we must continue this meeting at another hour. Let us adjourn until tomorrow."
It took every fibre of his being to keep from yelling at the old men as they slowly gathered themselves up and left the room, but he waited patiently and in silence as they shuffled outside.
Finally, he closed the door behind them and sat down with Scheherazade's writing, quickly losing himself in the dark story she wove:
I remember waking up for the first time. Everything burned. My throat was on fire, my lungs felt as if they had been scoured with flames, and every inch of my body felt raw and sore.
I did not know who I was, where I was or when I was, but I knew I was alive.
Sometimes I wonder if that's what birth feels like. If it is, I am glad we do not remember it.
Slowly my vision came into focus and I saw a man beside me. I tried to speak to him, but no sound came out. He noticed me finally as I tried to will my limbs to movement and came to stand over me.
"Oh are you awake?" He asked. "Well, in a few moments you will wish you had not woken at all."
I doubt that I shall ever forget those words; they are the first ones I remember hearing. At first I could not understand them — as if they were blurred on the page in my mind — but slowly they came into focus and I knew their meaning.
I tried to sign to the man that I could not speak, but I could barely get my arm to move.
"What's the matter with you?" The man asked me. "Can't you talk?"
I shook my head as best I could.
"Well, well," the man chuckled. "I wonder what Captain will think of that?"
I looked at him blankly but dread was building in my heart. I tried to remember something — anything — but it was as if my mind had been wiped clean.
I wanted to know why I could hardly move, why I was in so much pain, where I was, who I was... But all I could do was lay in silence.
Suddenly the door opened and another man came into the room. If I didn't know I was in danger before, one look in his eyes and I knew it then.
"So she is awake?" The man asked, leaning over the table to examine me. His voice sounded like metal grinding against metal.
"Aye, Captain," the other man said. "But I don't think she can speak at all."
"Is that true arrain txiki?" The man asked me mockingly.
I stared up at him helplessly. Little fish. If that was what I was, he was most certainly the shark.
Suddenly the man's hand shot out and caught my cheek. I cried out but not a sound escaped my lips.
He straightened and shivered slightly, his eyes never leaving me.
"Oh, I am going to enjoy this," he said, shrugging his coat from his shoulders. "I would have keelhauled you long ago had I known it would leave you like this."
Keelhauled. I knew then what had been done to me but I still did not know what it meant. All I knew for certain was that my pain had come at this man's hands.
The man pulled off his shirt and grabbed my chin: "I won't have to gag you any more, will I?"
I looked to the other man — what I was hoping for, I do not know. He merely laughed as he closed the door behind him.
"You probably cannot move too much right now," the man said as he pulled his shirt over his head.
His body was a map of pain — every inch of his torso was covered with scars.
"That is to be expected," he said, his eyes glinting with grim satisfaction. "After all, the barnacles barely left you with an inch of skin on your hide. I thought you would be drowned by the time we hauled you back up. Imagine my surprise when we drag you aboard the ship and you're still alive. But, now, to find you have no voice? Fate is a wicked woman and she smiles on me."
"Who are you?" I mouthed the words as clearly as I could.
His eyes were quick and he understood what I was asking as if I'd said it aloud: "Did you just ask me who I am?"
The smile that curved his thin lips when I nodded was the most eerie sight I've ever witnessed. There was nothing human in that smile.
"To you, arrain txiki, I am God," he said, tracing a finger up and down my arm. His nail was gentle at first, but soon he was dragging it sharply across my skin. "I am the master of your fate and you belong to me in every sense of the word. Your life is in my hands and, if you wish to keep it, you must obey my every command."
I felt myself slipping back into the darkness with each word he spoke. I did not have the strength to comprehend all that he was saying to me.
But, before I could fade into unconsciousness, he began to touch me. I felt his teeth on my breasts and his fingernails on my skin. The last thing I felt was his fingers inside me. I went gratefully into the darkness and I prayed that I would never awaken again... Just as the sailor predicted.
I did, of course. I woke up for the second time to find that he was inside me, rutting wildly without a care as to the fact that I was unconscious. I let loose silent screams and tried to fight him but all my efforts earned me was a black eye.
Slowly, I learned things about where I was. We were aboard a ship and the men who crewed her belonged to no country or king. They attacked ships and settlements indiscriminately and they always left death and destruction in their wake.
I belonged to the captain but he hated me with the kind of vehemence I could not understand. He never told me what I did to him. He much rather enjoyed telling me what he had done and would do to me. Sometimes, when he attacked a settlement, he would take a woman prisoner and make me watch as he raped her and tortured her. He would tell me: "I did this to you too. Don't you remember? Go ahead, feel for the scars." Then he would kill her before my eyes and say: "Don't you wish you had it so easy?"
Shariyar read the page three times before he could fully comprehend the words written upon it. He could tell that it had been difficult for her to write — here and there the round imprint of a tear had smudged the ink.
He could barely keep his fingers steady as he placed the parchment on the table. Something that felt a great deal like guilt squirmed in the pit of his stomach. He quelled it immediately — what the girl had endured at the hands of another was not his concern.
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In the darkness of the dungeon chamber, Scheherazade searched for the bead she had sacrificed her dignity to save. She crawled on her hands and knees across the dirt floor, feeling every inch of the space before her with careful fingers.
Finally, her fingertips met with the smooth glass of the eye bead and she cried out in wonder as she held it in her hands, clasping it tenderly to her heart.
She fell asleep with the bead clutched firmly in her fist and did not awaken until the pangs of hunger brought her sharply into the realm of consciousness.
The girl waited in the darkness, naked and alone with only the sounds of her own growling stomach to break the monotony of the silence, for hours until, finally, she heard a key in the door. Light suddenly flooded the chamber and she squinted up at the figure that loomed in the doorway.
"Are you awake, gypsy?"
The king's voice resounded through the chamber.
"Yes," she murmured, her voice hoarse.
"Are you well-rested?" He asked, his tone dark and mocking.
"No," the girl muttered. "I'm thirsty and I'm starving."
Shariyar was silent.
The girl's voice came out of the darkness once again: "You hurt me."
Shariyar grimaced at the accusation in her tone — his chest felt tight.
"If you want food, you will have to come with me," he said after a few moments' silence.
Scheherazade stood up and made her way to the stairwell slowly, keeping one palm against the rough wall at all times. With great effort, she ascended the stairs. Each step felt like a mountain. Stars appeared before her eyes as she finally reached the top of the stairs and her legs gave way beneath her.
Shariyar watched the girl intently — she was worse off than he had first thought. Her breathing grew laboured as she climbed the stairs. He saw the signs that she was about to faint just in time and he lunged forward, pulling her into his arms before she collapsed.
He held her for a moment without moving. His lungs were working wildly even though he had expended very little effort to keep her from falling. It was not exertion that set his pulse racing; no, it was fear. He pressed his head against her chest to ensure she was still alive and breathed a shaky sigh of relief when he heard her heart pounding steadily in her chest.
Suddenly he heard the sharp sound of glass upon stone. Shariyar watched as the blue bead escaped from the girl's limp fingers, rolling down the hall with unnatural slowness.
He glanced down at the unconscious girl and then back at the bead. Gently, he leaned her body against the wall and stood to chase the small piece of glass. He caught it between two fingers and held it up, admiring the deep blues and striking whites of its design for the briefest of moments. Then, all at once, he felt the weight of its unblinking gaze on his soul and quickly tucked it in his pocket.
Shariyar walked back to the girl's slumped figure and lifted her into his arms, carrying her lifeless body back to his room.
He laid her on the bed and, with warm cloths softly freed her body from the stains of his sins.
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Scheherazade woke the next morning to the heat of the sun on her limbs. She sat up slowly, trying to stop the world from swimming around her.
She slid off the bed and onto the floor, grateful for the cold, unmoving marble. Eventually, the world ceased swirling and she cast a furtive eye around the room.
A platter of food and pitchers of water awaited her at the table.
With what remained of her strength, Scheherazade pulled herself to her feet and staggered to the table. She sat down heavily and pulled a tumbler of water towards her, gulping the cool liquid straight from the pitcher.
She did not care that water spilled down her chin, nor did she care that the food stained her lips as she tore into the plates of meat and unleavened bread like an animal.
It was only when she was satiated that she realised Shariyar had left her something else — at the other end of the table lay a roll of parchment and a quill with ink.
This is a brutally ugly, yet beautifully written tale. It pains me greatly to read what the king, in his narcissistic arrogance, forces upon the beautiful soul that is Scheherazade, I can only hope that Karma will prevail. Thank you for sharing.
You made me cry with every chapter even though this is the 3rd time I've read this story. My heart bled for her each time. This story is simply amazing.
Your writing is very captivating and I feel eager to keep reading, wanting to know what comes next. I had certainly not expected something like this here. This chapter particularly made me feel a bit emotional. I wish it was a whole book or series. You should post this on Wattpad as a book. I'm sure it will get a lot of recognition.
You are an excellent writer. I always leave my honest opinion in comments and my usual critique is often that the dialogue needs work because new authors have a hard time making it sound natural. But not your story! Your dialogue is excellent
i rly hope the king is treated jus as bad, if not worse. i rly dislike his character sm
he doesnt deserve her :(
I really feel for scheherazade, I don't see how the king's actions could ever be forgivable. indulgent spoilt man that he is, taking out his anger on others. making her beg made me feel sick. very well written story though! but he doesn't deserve her.
Shahzaman and Jafar! I did not see that coming! This story has suddenly taken on so many new colours!!!!
Author, your mind is truly so beautiful and creative <3
Just a quick note as you've done this multiple times in your story'- you use complement where you should use compliment and vice versa
Was posted by the Lit team this morning! I really hope you all enjoy it!
This story is amazing. I keep hating the king even though part of me has hope he will redeem himself. Please don't stop writing and don't make us wait too long!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I check in often for updates and am excited to learn that Chapter 7 is in.
Can't wait to read it!
Hi everyone - I just submitted Chapter 7. Once again, sorry for the wait. Thanks to all of you who have been patient and offered encouragement - I appreciate your support so much!
Sometimes it's hard for me to find the time/inspiration I need to write but I know where these characters are going and I am not going to "drop" this story. It may take longer for me to publish these days but please rest assured that I am not going to stop writing until this story is finished.
We were just discussing frame stories in my English Lit class and my prof used the Arabian Nights as an example. He started summarizing what happens and I got really excited because I recognized Scheherezade's story then my prof wanted to know where I'd read it or which version of the tales I read and of course I couldn't say the erotic non-con one from literotica...
I am loving the story and most know where you are going with it. You have a great talent. Please continue!!!!! :-)
He's not a king. He's not a man. He's an unredeemable rat bastard. There is a point where actions are just unforgivable. I hope he dies alone and in pain.
Just old-fashioned romance, isn't it? Come, on, give us a happy ending!!!
In reference to some of the earlier comments, I think that I wasn't so happy with this chapter because it does feel like nothing's happening. Every story has its natural progression, but in the last chapter I don't feel like the relationship went anywhere. We all know that in the original incarnation of this story, Scheherazade ends up with Shariyar. I liked the progression of the story in the first five chapters because I saw the slow growth in their relationship. Despite the way this chapter ended, however, I do feel like this was a big step back for them. He still hasn't learned the consequences of taking things too far. I don't know if I'll check back to read the next installation, but I'd still like to thank the author for the hard work she put into the story. Chapters 1 to 5 were very good reads for me.
The story is starting ro get a little boring. It reads like the author is running our of ideas.
Honestly, the whole "bad boy gone good but still had some edge" thing is so boring. I mean we all pretty much want Shariyar and Scheherazade to end up together for sure (that's honestly the main reason why I get pissed when you don't update for so long) but seriously, keep Shariyar as a horrible person and then just gradually let blips of humanity shine through and then at the end, he can run into the good guy or whatever. But the whole "waaah he's irredeemable waaah she deserve someone better" thing is pretty annoying considering it happens with EVERY story and its not fun to read anymore. Also, could you let us know when you're gonna update instead of bailing like you usually do? Kind of a really shitty thing to do and it's fucking annoying.
wen we will get the next instalment... anxiously waiting for the next one. so far so gud...
...but please no more abuse for Scheherazade at the hands of Shariyar. We get it. He's a tortured human being who cannot seem to control his sadistic urges. But while I was hoping to see him redeem himself in prior chapters, now I just want to see Scheherazade (or anyone else for that matter) stick a knife in him and put him put out of his pathetic misery. He's lost the potential to be a dominant or sexy male protagonist.
If change in his character arc doesn't come soon, it'll be hard to see him as nothing more than a repulsive, spineless pussy who can't face his own demons and who's too stupid to know he even has demons. Am hoping to see some true change for him and if not that, a change in the story's direction, with someone else waiting in the wings for Scheherazade, someone more deserving of her devotion.
Fantastic story so far. Hope it hasn't ended here. I love it. Great work... hope you are writing the next installment, as I am super excited to read what comes next.
I really hope in the next few chapters Shariyar gets what's coming to him. I used to be inclined to feel sympathy for him, but this last chapter just aggravated me. Really glad to see an update though, so thank you!
I feel like it's one step forward and two steps back with this couple. Personally, I don't think Shariyar has really suffered for all the abuse he's heaped on her (even considering his clear mental instability). I really enjoy your writing, I just really hope that there will be a reckoning for him.
I honestly cannot wait until the next chapter comes out, it's an amazing story and you're a fantastic writer
I do hope that you will be posting more on this story. Great work so far. Love it so much!
25yrs old F NZ
I loved the fact she goes through so much to win a bead back. 14 more to go ......can't wait to hear how she wins those back. I suspect it will be more demeaning before Shariya realises she doesn't come EVER. Looking forward to how this realisation affects him and what he does.
Keep up the good work. Looking forward to the next chapter
This is so fantastic. You have no idea how long I've waited for a non con erotic story that has great writing and actual character development and doesn't immediately have one character fall in love with the other or be unnaturally attracted to the abuser. It's great that the characters are human and not completely good or evil, they have depth. Plus, there's an interesting plot. I've definitely seen paid books that your story blows out of the water. Thanks so much for writing this and letting us read it.
I am amazed... there are so many talented people here on Literotica, and YOU are definitely one of them. Thank you for sharing your writing skills with us millenialfox. I will be diligently waiting and watching for the next installment of this marvelous story!!! Again, thank you for sharing!!!
Hey millennialfox!
I've been reading this whole series, but only just got around to commenting. I actually logged in especially, because the android app doesn't let me comment. But it does let me rate! :D
I can't wait for the next part. Like a few of the others, judging by the comments, I felt like him spitting on her actually hurt somewhere that this story hadn't touched before. I'm interested in how you resolve this because one of the most difficult parts about a longer non-con story is how to resolve what has been done to her in a realistic way (but not too realistic, because if it was really realistic then she'd run and never come back and/or murder him and that would be sad, I'm emotionally invested in their fucked up 'relationship').
But don't resolve it too soon. :P
Thank you for a sexy read!
(also I had completely not noticed the whole Arabian Nights thing so I'm trying not to read into that too much).
I really look forward to the continuation of this story. I like the twist on Arabian Nights, have always loved twists on old stories :) Nice work developing a fresh plot.
Hey hey masterful (albeit very kinky) retelling of the 1001
Arabian Nights! Please finish the story. It's thoroughly entertaining!
It's funny how we all have such varied limits but mine was his spitting in her face after already demeaning her with yet another oral rape. It wasn't degrading enough to leave her with his disgusting cum dripping down her face. No.. He just had to further show his discust and disdain of her with a fat wad of spit in the eye! Yeah I know he's already raped her every way possible. Whipped, starved and tortured her but this is where I get off the ride. I know where this is headed but for me he's just beyond redeption. So what he had ONE bad relationship. Boo fucking hoo! She's endured more than anyone ever should in a hundred lifetimes before she even met him and still has retained her humanity. He deserves to be put down like the rabid animal he is after a year or two of humiliation and torture. Yep. The straw that broke this camels back!
Thank you for sharing, regardless of how long the wait is between updates, know that some of us may forever be checking and hoping for the rest of the story. You have a true gift, and we are lucky to be afforded the gift of reading your work. Much respect and admiration!
~poeticlicense91
Is millenialfox gonna answer all the questions in the comment section or she just ignores it? We are dying to get an update so please hurry with the next chapter!!! Oh and like the other readers, it would be nice to know if Sche would somehow win against Shariyar in the next chapter! Llaaawwddd us readers need to see some light in this dark tunnel. Please update us soon. My heart couldn't take it anymore if Scheherazade could undergo any more rape & humiliation. Please let her have a happy ending :-(
...for publishing and writing a new chapter! Even with the long break, I didn't stop checking in case there would be a new one to read. As always, I think you did an amazing job, and I love the plot twists. Really looking forward to the rest of the story :)
I could have died from happiness when I saw a new chapter. And I'm glad that sche has still some fight in her. I mean most of the stories I have read, the herroine falls in love with the bastard or with his magical dick that can so magically satisfie them. It makes me so mad, but I'm very happy to know that your heroine isn't one of those wimpy girls. And finally something about her past.
After the long wait, I was excited to see this new chapter posted. Unfortunately, having read this chapter, I have to say I honestly felt a little underwhelmed by it. Writing seems a little scattered and clumsy than your previous chapters. Nonetheless, I'm looking forward to the next chapter to see how the story unfolds.
I love this story and the conflicts within the characters, so pleased ur still writing
Please dont make me wait this long again! I love this story i read it from beginning to end each time you update!! Its always worth it but i am greedy and asking for moreeee
I really really love this story! So excuse me if I write some of the things I love and hate.
HATE
-I wish Sche would really fight back with that asshole. Like punch him in the face or something like that. I feel like she's been through so much shit with him that a little victory on her part would be very most welcomed.
-The character's back story is still a mystery. I would love to see more of her past and who she really is. And why the fuck is she enduring all those things for her "eternal purpose". A looottt of questions are still unanswered.
-The asshole king should be at least consistent. One night he cares for her then the next night, he's beating the shit out if her. It's kind of tiring really. Sche has already gone through so much rape that I hope in the next chapter fate would be kinder to her.
-The WAIT. I know this is your story but after waiting for 7 months I hope you don't leave us hanging that long.
LOVE
-This story! I loved it despite its flaws. Its a very intriguing story that would leave you wanting more.
-Sche's spirit. Boy am I glad she doesn't suffer from the Magic Dick Syndrome a lot of heroine fall into. I hope she doesn't suddenly ~fall in love with~ the king because he's just a poor misunderstood boy. Boo hoo!!! I hope you give us a bit of fanservice and let Sche watch him suffer for all the shit he put her through.
Great chapter! Loving the character development.....I just hope we don't have a terribly long wait for Ch.#7