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The Lost Arabian Nights:  The Maiden and the Seven Jinn
By Tom Thumper

(M+/F magic)

NOTE ON LOST ARABIAN NIGHTS:

The manuscript from which these tales was translated
was only recently discovered in a battered lamp beneath the favorite
bed of an ancient brothel in Alexandria. The brothel was being
knocked down to put up a Wal-Mart and it was the first time in
at least a millennium the stone pedestal that served as the bed's
frame had been disturbed, except for the excited thrusts of paying
customers. A scholar, a frequent and perverted customer, from the
nearby university was amazed to find the manuscript contained
never before seen stories from The Arabian Nights.

The Arabian Nights, or 1,000 and one Nights has been
translated in the West many times. Translators have often searched
and even invented new tales which to add to their translation.
The story is well known. King Shahriar discovers his wife has
cuckolded him with a magnificent black slave, has her executed
and decrees he will sleep with a different virgin every night and
execute her in the morning. After three years of going through
virgins, the beautiful Scheherazade put herself in harms way to
stop the bloodshed. After the King has had his way with her,
Scheherazade begins to tell him a story with many complications
and stories within stories. The tale is so fascinating that when the
sun rises the King can't bring himself to execute the gorgeous
woman until the story is finished. But the story goes on for a
1,000 and one nights...

Note: jinni = genie; plural is jinn
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The next night Scheherazade was again summoned to
King Shahriar's bedchambers. The maids washed and perfumed
her lithe body, dabbing jasmine between her rounded breasts and
wrapping her swelling hips in the finest of silks so that the King
would unwrap her like a present and be pleased.

But instead of being alone, Scheherazade found four giant
guardsmen, their skin black as night, standing two on either side of
her King's bed. The King himself was sitting, as always, in the
center of his round bed, a light golden robe covering his majestic
body.

"Oh my King!" cried Scheherazade as the heavy doors shut
behind her. "Will you not allow me to sex you one more time before
you have me cut into a hundred pieces?"

For though the guardsmen were naked and gleaming, save for
tiny loincloths, in their hands they held long shining swords with razor
sharp edges. Scheherazade shivered to look upon such massive swords.
The King laughed cruelly: he saw the fear in her eyes as she looked
upon his guardsmen.

"Do not fear silly girl," he said. "Tonight, I have decided you
will truly earn your keep. Tonight you will tell a tale that will please
your King but will also please these savage men. If not,
they will chop you to pieces and I will find a less experienced virgin."

Scheherazade blushed. She had been a virgin when she had first
come to her king six months ago, but he had trained her thoroughly
every night since then. Truth be told, she possessed the skills of a
hardened prostitute but was still pure of heart because she did truly
love her King.

The King patted the pillow beside him and Scheherazade
immediately obeyed, climbing into bed beside her king. She was petite
and dwarfed by the men who devoured her with their eyes, but she was
brave beyond her size: clearing her throat she began her tale.

The Maiden & The Seven Jinn.

"Oh my King," said Scheherazade. "There was once a young
tailor named Judar who, fallen on hard times, wandered amongst the
villages on the southern edge of the Sahara Desert begging for work
from the headmen's wives. He had been the chief tailor for a powerful
sheik but had yielded to the temptations of his master's three beautiful
nieces who were in their uncle's care. One day the sheik
burst unannounced into Judar's sewing room to find his youngest niece
on her hands and knees with Judar entering not her virgin valley but
into her pert little ass. To add to the sheik's horror, his other two
nieces were on either side sucking on Judar's balls.

At first, the sheik vowed to have Judar castrated and hung, but
his nieces, full hipped and generous of bosom, threw themselves on
their uncle and begged and pleaded and promised eternal obedience.
Finally the sheik relented. Judar was exiled to the desert and the three
nieces became the sheik's concubines.

Judar was on a long trek from one village to another when he
heard a high voice singing a love song coming from over a sand dune
to the east. He decided to investigate, missing the pleasures of the three
nieces even more than his wealth. Besides, it was getting dark and soon
the new moon would be up, a time when all sorts of mischief roamed
the desert. If not a wife or a daughter to snuggle into, he would certainly
be happy with a barn and a bit of straw for the night.

When he reached the top of the dune and was surprised to see
an oasis in the valley. He had never heard of water in this forbidding
region. There were shady palm trees and fruit trees laden with juicy
pears and oranges, which made his mouth water. There was also a
small house almost hidden in the shade. Judar wondered if his eyes
were tricking him. Then a beautiful young woman emerged from the
shade of the house. He sat down and rubbed his eyes, feeling his long
dormant pole stir.

She walked over to one of the pear trees, carrying a large woven
basket, set it down beside the tree and then lifted the white linen dress
she had on over her head. She revealed only the barest of white under-
garments, which only heightened the effect of her honey golden skin.
She lifted the basket to her womanly hips. As she arched her back to
pluck the pears, Judar groaned, her breasts were like ripe cantaloupes.
In her tiny loincloth and simple bodice wrap she was better dressed
than a princess.

He got up from where he was sitting and crept over to her.
"Hello, my beautiful lady," he said after a moment of standing
silently behind her and looking at the apple curves of her bottom
peeking out from under the loin cloth. "If I am dying of thirst in a
dream, let my last view be of you."

The maiden gave a mighty scream and whirled round. Judar
heard a clank and noticed the woman had a manacle around one ankle
and that a chain from it stretched back to inside the house. But he
forgot all of this as he stared at the woman's face. She resembled the
full moon rising in the night sky, casting her beams from deep brown
eyes that instantly bewitched him.

Her terror evaporated as soon as she saw it was Judar. She
snatched up her dress and slipped it back on. Once her modesty was
recovered she kneeled in front of him.

"Oh master," she said. "I have waited for a savior for lo these three
years. If you can free me of my horrible captors I will be your loving
wife and servant."

Judar was eager to take such a beautiful maiden as his. But who was
she? What did he have to do? Who were her captors?

"My name is Asiah. My father sold me to seven jinn because he
looked upon my beauty and said I was lust incarnate. Each night the
jinn come, unlock me from my chain and use me shamefully." She
cast down her head until Judar told her to continue -- he did not
hold her responsible for the actions of such mighty devils.

"The jinn cannot be defeated by men, but if you hide and watch
where they get the key from, you can free me in the morning. The
jinn told me if I escape this valley I am free to go or stay." She
looked uncomfortable. "I don't know why they think I would stay
willingly."

Judar agreed to the plan and Asiah quickly led him to a tall palm tree.

"From here you will be able to see everything the jinn do." She
blushed. "Please do not judge me harshly." She looked up at the
darkening sky. "You must hurry! The first of the six jinn appear
once the final rays of the sun disappear."

Judar had just hidden himself at the top of the palm when the last
rays of the sun vanished behind the dunes. The air in front of the
little house shimmered and six jinn appeared. The moon was already
in the sky and illuminated the valley with its silvery cool rays.

Judar quailed as he looked upon the jinn. Each jinni was ten feet tall
with bulging muscles. They were naked except for pitiful flaps that
only just covered their flaccid cocks. They were hairless except for
jet-black goatees. The oddest thing was their skin, which was a deep
blue color and their eyes, which glowed fiery green.

"Asiah!" one thundered. "Asiah!"

There was no answer. Asiah had gone back into her hut before the
sun had set. The jinni grinned and pointed to two of his brothers,
who flew into the darkness of the hut. There was a scream and a
sound of struggle. Judar had to remind himself that Asiah's only
hope was for him to keep quiet and watch.

The two jinn flew out of the door; between them they carried Asiah,
who struggled fruitlessly against their massive brawn. She cried
piteously.

"Quiet!" yelled the first jinni, ripping Asiah's dress from her body
with one swipe of his taloned hand. "Harlot, thou know your screams
only further excite us." It was true. Judar noticed stirring from under
the jinn's loincloths. The jinni wrinkled his nose. "I can smell you
trollop!" He pointed to two more of his brothers. "Wash her."

The next two jinn took Asiah and plunged her into the waters of the
oasis, dunking her many times till she was almost drowned and her
bodice wrap and loin cloth clung to her body, almost transparent.

They pulled her sodden undergarments off with lascivious chuckles
and began to soap her, running their fingers through her hair, under
her arms, then rubbing her round golden boobs and making sure to
clean her pussy and bottom well.

"You stink of a hundred and one lovers!" cackled one, pushing the
bar of soap deep into her ass and then squeezing her cheeks till it
popped out again. Asiah moaned pitifully but her arms were held
high over her head.

When they were done they dried her with their hot breath. Her hair
fell in shining curls across her back and down to her bottom. They
did not give her back her clothes and Judar was surprised to see she
did not cover her breasts, with their large brown aureole and with
nipples like full ripe cherries at their center.

"Blindfold her," commanded the first jinni to his sixth brother.

The sixth jinni pulled a black velvet blindfold from the air. He
circled around behind Asiah and tied the velvet tight. Then he
grasped her by her breasts and began to whisper in her ear.

It must have been the most awful things he muttered, for Asiah
began to writhe and moan the jinni's hands. Judar could see that
along with the words the demon's long tongue slipped into Asiah's
ear. It tongued the whorls of her delicate ears and then plunged
deep into her. By the way she reacted the jinni must be licking
her brain, Judar thought with dismay.

Then he realized the first jinni had begun to move. He flew high
into the air and then plunged into the oasis. He emerged a second
later, as dry as when he splashed in, but with a golden cup full of
water. The jinni cruised through the air and - Judar had to duck:
the jinni skimmed right over his palm tree - came to a rest right in
front of a large rock that lay apart from the grove of trees.

The jinni looked around suspiciously but Judar was too well hidden.
Then the jinni did something that was very odd, he poured the water
on the rock and said:

"Oh Mother Rock, receive this water,
Open your dry crack and let your juices flow.
Release your treasures to my horny staff."

The jinni took his flaccid cock, nearly fourteen inches long, from
beneath his loincloth and struck the rock twice with it. The rock
split asunder and Judar had to stifle a gasp. Inside were piles of gold,
silver and spices, a tenth of which would make a man as wealthy as
a grand prince. The jinni ignored all the wealth and instead selected
a tiny silver key.

He quietly unlocked Asiah's tiny foot without her noticing. This
wasn't hard the tongue jinni seemed to have an unlimited amount
of filth to pour into poor Asiah's beautiful ear. Then the first jinni
put the key back and again rapped the rock twice with his cock,
shutting it.

"Place her in the middle," he said, returning to Asiah.

The tongue jinni stopped whispering to Asiah, yanked off her blind-
fold and pushed her into the middle of the circle that the jinn had
formed.

The first jinni smiled, showing all his pointy white teeth, and pulled
off his loincloth. His cock was like a horse, yet blue and bulging
with lust from the frightened look on his young female victim's face.

"Suck us Asiah, for you are ours to do with as we please."

"Yes, yes my master," said Asiah meekly. Judar thought she looked
even more beautiful now that when he had first seen her. She opened
her lips, seeming so innocent to Judar, and began to suck the first
jinni like a doe nursing on its father.

"Harder wench!" the first jinn urged, thrusting his dick deep down
her throat. Judar winced, yet felt his poor cock stir. Amazingly Asiah
did not choke, but just sucked with more vigor.

As she did the jinni opposite spread her legs apart and began to
tongue her asshole, pushing his long tongue into Asiah's bottom.

"Ah, yes you cum drinker!" the first jinni bellowed. Judar could see
the jinni's cock ripple and pulse as gallons of semen went down
Asiah's throat.

Then Asiah was turned to the next jinni while the jinni opposite him
toyed with her pussy, spreading her lips and running a two-foot
tongue up and down her snatch. At the halfway point, the first jinni
took his cock, which seemed even bigger now and shoved it into
Asiah's ass.  She cried out but the horse sized dong slipped into her
and she was rocked back and forth along the two until she had
milked the third jinni dry.

She was halfway through the sixth jinni when Judar realized Asiah
was changing. Her breasts doubled, then tripled in size till they were
like beach balls that children in five hundred years would play with.
Her belly began to expand as well, and Judar began to fear that she
would explode as the sixth jinni squeezed the last cum out of his
dong with one hand while he held Asiah's head with the other to
ensure she took every last drop.

"Give thanks, slut!" howled the first jinni, giving her ass a mighty
slap, leaving a burning red hand mark.

"Thank you for your seed, oh my Lords," said Asiah, lifting her
mouth from the massive blue pole, the last of the cum squirting
into her belly. Asiah fell back moaning and crying, her legs were
spread, her belly was enormous.

"Oh great Lord Salacam! Greatest of all the Jinn, be reborn again
this night, by this most lustful of all women," cried the first jinni.
Asiah began to cry out in what sounded like a most lustful manner
to Judar. She squeezed her enormous tits together pinching her
nipples. From her swollen sodden pussy great rivers of liquid - a
mix of cum and her juices poured into the mouth of one of the foul
jinn.

And then from between Asiah's legs a ball the size of a fruit basket
burst into the air. Judar looked at Asiah, fearing the worst, but her
belly was gone and she was unhurt, squeezing her giant tits together
in abandonment of all decency.

The ball uncurled and Judar realized it was another blue jinni, yet
only the size of a ten year old boy.

"I live again!" said Lord Salacam. "But I must suck the teats and
sate myself to be truly risen."

Salacam jumped into Asiah's arms and befitting a creature of his size,
began to suckle on her nipples, kneading her giant milk jugs, letting
the white liquid gush into his hungry mouth. As he drank, her breasts
shrank and he grew larger. When her boobs were only twice their
regular size he was ten feet tall - equal to his brother jinn. Asiah slid
her hand up and down his bull like prong as he continued to suck on
her milk heavy teats.

"You are my child, my well hung master," she said proudly, rubbing
his cock head over her mound.

He said nothing but continued to suck on her golden globes, squirting
milk at high volume. He was expert, switching from one to the other,
like a farmer and his prize cow.

As the six smaller jinn watched with fascination, stroking their cocks,
Asiah arched her back and eagerly proffered her tits to their lord as he
paused briefly gasping for breath.

Finally her breasts were empty, back to their cantaloupe roundness and
Lord Salacam towered over twenty feet tall, his tree trunk cock now in
his hand like a terrible club.

"Hold her!" he said, his eyes glowing purple, smoke billowing out of
his ears.

The first jinni forced Asiah to bend over a fallen palm tree and pushed
her legs apart. She screamed, but before Judar could even think about
leaping from the tree, Lord Salacam had pushed his giant tree trunk of
a cock deep in the flailing maiden's pussy. He grunted and shoved and
grasped her tities and squeezed them in time with his long orgasm
inducing thrusts.

"Oh my Lord!" cried Asiah. "I will surely be ripped apart this time!"

"Part thy pussy lips, Asiah," said Lord Salacam. "You are the whore
of the world and my cock will never find your limits. Yet I will rub
thy walls and make you buck like a she-camel!"

And lo, Asiah cried out, but not in pain, and she called on Allah, but
in thanksgiving not in a plea of deliverance. Through the night Lord
Salacam did work her snatch and her ass. His brother jinn placed their
dicks in her mouth and between her breasts and covered her with their
seed in an orgy of lust.

Judar was amazed; his own sword in his hand, neither the jinn or
Asiah tired and all were still in full frenzy when the sun rose. One
moment Judar was looking at the straining buttocks of Lord Salacam,
and the next moment the gaping tunnel that was Asiah's bottomless cunt.
Asiah collapsed to the ground, breathing like she had run a hundred miles
or had been fucked by a hundred and one runners. When Judar touched
her back she twitched and moaned. Her whole body had been completely
used. Judar noticed that one of the jinn had refastened the manacle around
Asiah's foot.

He dove into the oasis and retrieved the cup, filling it with water. Pouring
the water and reciting the incantation was no problem at all. Striking his
cock twice against the rock felt good after seeing Asiah so fucked. With
the key in hand he returned to Asiah.

She had managed to hold her shredding dress over her full breasts and
sodden pussy. Her face was full of shame as she looked up at him.

"You will still free me after what you have seen?" she asked. She was
gasping, out of breath, not able to rise on her own power. Judar
suspected she would have lost consciousness if he were not there.
His cock was throbbing painfully in his trousers as he looked down
at her.
"Oh my Lord, please free me!" she clutched at his belt, afraid what
his silence meant.

He pulled his belt open and unlaced the trouser. His cock sprang
into his hand.

"My lord?" She was confused and so very tired from her night's ordeal.

Judar pushed his dick into Asiah's glistening lips, which were coated
with the jinn's sperm.

"Will you be an obedient wife?" he asked, his lust clouding his eyes.

"Oh my Master!" moaned Asiah. "I will do anything, but I am so
tired."  Her eyes were on his cock, which twitched excitedly with her
every motion.

"If you are a truly a giving woman I will be happy to save you from
these jinn," said Judar. He squeezed his cock and a bead of cum rose
on its tip. "But I expect a wife to do as she must with her husband."

Asiah was breathless and so sore, but she saw what was her duty. She
timidly reached up and pulled Judar's cock towards her. She daintily
touched her tongue to Judar's cock and let the taste of her new
husband's dick trickle down into her mouth. He tasted wonderful.

"Ah, Asiah," said Judar. "You will make a fine wife."

Asiah was heart fluttered with happiness and her hunger reawoke.
She happily deep throated Judar, dropping her torn dress and kneeling
before him naked and sweating. Such a good little slut she was that
Judar was able to relieve the great wad of lust he had built up over the
night. Fucking Asiah's mouth was akin to screwing the most velvet of
Swedish pussies.

After Judar was properly satisfied they fled the oasis, but not before
taking enough gold, silver and spice to live an opulent life free of
worries for as long as they lived.

Yet riches did not solve all their problems...

- To be continued -
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