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Star Trek TNG: Talent Show Part 2 of 3
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"Once upon a time, a great Caliph had two daughters. Both were
lovely as the full moon, but while the younger, Mirania, was
gentle and quiet, listening submissively to the men around her,
keeping to a woman's proper place as the Prophet tells us, the
elder, Tamsin, was full of pride, thinking her wits were as good
as those of any man. As a result, Tamsin had no suitors and
looked to be an old maid, while princes of many lands strove and
strutted before Mirania, hoping to have her smile favorably on
them.
"The Caliph was old, and becoming feeble. Since he had no sons
he was waiting impatiently for a daughter to wed and bear him a
grandson to inherit his throne. But Tamsin continually scared
off potential suitors -- for what man would want a woman who
matched her wit with his? And Mirania fluttered among her flock,
revelling in their attentions while avoiding making a choice by
saying, How can I, a mere woman, judge between men?
"Finally the Caliph reached the end of his patience. He called
his two daughters to him and informed them that it was time for
them to pick a husband, retire to the seclusion of his harem, and
bear children, as was a woman's highest duty. Tamsin and Mirania
at once began to repeat their usual excuses -- but the Caliph had
had enough.
"He ordered, 'You _will_ be wed by the first day of the new year,
if not to the man of your own choice then to the first man who
crosses the threshhold of the Grand Mosque on that morning!'
"Tamsin pleaded and Mirania wailed, but in vain. The Caliph had
set his mind on their marrying and could not be moved.
"The two sisters had never been friends, being so different, but
this common threat drove them to commiserate together. Finally
Tamsin remembered that the Vizier was the wisest man in all the
kingdom, and she declared that she would go to seek his advice
the next day. Mirania recognized the sense of this, and secretly
determined to go to him early the next morning, before Tamsin
could arrive. For after all, once the Vizier revealed who was
the best man to marry, would not the second sister have to settle
for second best?
"And so the first light of dawn found Mirania slipping into the
Vizier's house. Soon a still-yawning Vizier had been rooted from
the comfort of his bed at the Princess's behest. 'How shall I
choose which man to marry?' she demanded of him.
"'All that you will have in life will come to you through your
husband, so pick whomever can give you what you most want,' he
said a trifle shortly.
"'I want to be young and beautiful forever!' she cried out, then
added with a sigh, 'But I know that is impossible.'
"The Vizier shook his head. 'It _is_ possible, or nearly so.' When
she looked at him with eyes full of wonder and hope, he
explained.
"'On the isle of Suleika live the immortal Kariths, the daughters
of the Djinn, who beckon men to the bliss of their open arms and
legs. In the very center of the island lies a fountain flowing
with the Milk of Life. No woman can drink from it and live, but
if a man quaffs it, he will become invulnerable to any wound.'
"Mirania interrupted him. 'All have heard that tale and many
have sailed to Suleika, but none have ever returned. And what
has it to do with me?' she added petulantly.
"The Vizier frowned at her impatience. 'If you think I am a fool
to spin pointless stories, why have you sought me out?'
"Mirania simply waved her hand, commanding him to continue.
"'You are both unmannered and wrong. One man did return from
Suleika, the great wizard Norqu'an. And I have the scroll in
which he revealed the full secret of the well. The milk does
indeed make the man who drinks it invulnerable, but in addition
it enters his Globes of Generation and is passed along to the
woman who next receives him. Her beauty will be doubled, and she
will keep if for a thousand years and twelve months.' In a voice
dripping with sarcasm he added, 'That is not quite _forever_, but
it may be long enough for you to gain some wisdom.'
"With that, he had his servants show her out. Later that day she
watched from her window as Tamsin left to visit the Vizier, and
smiled triumphantly. What did it matter what advice the Vizier
gave her sister? She had already gotten her own answer, and no
matter how scornfully the Vizier had spoken of them, her wits
were quite ample enough to make use of what she had learned.
"At dinner that evening, Mirania rose to speak to the young men
who clustered about her. 'My father, the great Caliph, has
ordered that I marry. Since I cannot possibly choose between
such worthy suitors, I have devised a challenge and will marry
whomever, through his own might and the will of Allah, succeeds.'
"This announcement was received with cheery boasts and vows to
succeed by all the young men. When they had quieted, she
continued, 'It is a most difficult task. There are two parts to
it:
"'First, the man I marry must travel to the island of Suleika and
drink of the Milk of Life.
"'Second, he must swear that he will not touch his prong, nor
allow it to be touched by anyone else, from the moment he starts
his quest until our marriage night.'
"At this, much muttering was heard, for is it not known that
abstinence is not good for a man?
"'Do you cavil at such a small demand?,' Mirania cried out. 'I
have abstained from the pleasures of joining my entire life, can
you not for a short while, a few weeks perhaps, to prove how much
you love me?'
"At that the men were ashamed, and no further protests were
heard, but when the cold light of morning came only three men
gathered in the Caliph's hall to swear their oaths of chastity
and set forth.
"The first two headed separately but directly for Suleika. Each
in turn reached the fountain, and drank deeply. But the Kariths
are jealous of their font's magic. Each competes with all the
others to seduce each man who drinks, so that she will be more
lovely than the others, even though each is already so lovely
that no man can pass her by. And as we all know, any man who
dallies with the daughter of a Djinn cannot cease from his
futtering until his heart bursts.
"The third man, Prince Caspian, had also heard of the wisdom of
the Vizier, and sought him out before leaving on his quest. 'Oh,
Great Vizier,' he said, 'if you can tell me how I can gain the
Princess Mirania as my bride, I will make you second only to
myself in power and grant you one-third of all the riches and
land I will inherit as the Caliph's heir.'
"And so the Vizier told of the trap posed by the beauty of the
Kariths, and Prince Caspian groaned in despair. 'Then Mirania
has set us an impossible task!'
"'Not so, noble prince. Beauty is powerful, but it cannot seduce
a man who cannot see it.'
"Prince Caspian looked at him appalled. '_Blind_ myself?'
"'Just temporarily,' the Vizier assured him. 'Have your eyelids
sewn shut, as those of a falcon are sealed for taming. Once you
are off the island a few snips, and all is as before.'
"'But how then will I be able to find the fountain?'
"'Hire a eunuch to guide your steps.'
"And thus it was that in a few weeks Prince Caspian presented
himself at the Caliph's palace and announced he had come to claim
his bride. Mirania's other suitors, those who had been too
craven to accept the challenge but hovered about like carrion
eaters hoping to claim the prize by default, refused to believe
that he was telling the truth.
"Prince Caspian was incensed by this slur upon his honor and
challenged them all to fight. Now, Prince Caspian was a powerful
swordsman, but with a dozen swords against him he soon suffered
myriads of cuts and slashes -- all of which healed in seconds.
Nonetheless the others continued the fight until one of them,
with a mighty swing, cut his head off completely. At that the
others stopped, and watched in amazement while Prince Caspian's
body groped about, found his head, and reseated it on his
shoulders. No sooner did it touch than the two grew back
together so that none could tell they had ever been separated.
"After that, none could doubt that Prince Caspian had in fact
drunk the Milk of Life. The Caliph, who had witnessed this, said
'Prince Caspian, you have indeed won my daughter Mirania's hand.
Your wedding will be tomorrow.'
"The vizier then spoke up, 'Victorious prince, allow me the honor
of giving a feast for you and all your friends at my house
tonight, in honor of your marriage.'"
As the woman continued speaking lights gradually came up behind
the inner curtain, and through its sheerness the audience could
begin to see a large, ornate hall with a group of musicians
playing in a rear corner. Many richly dressed men were sprawled
at their ease across low divans while being served by women from
silver trays piled high with delicacies.
"On and on into the night, Prince Caspian and his friends feasted
while wine flowed and made the souls of men light and merry."
The inner curtain split and drew back. One man caught a maid by
the wrist and pulled her down into his lap. Elsewhere other
maids were being kissed and stroked by boisterous guests. As the
Guest of Honor Prince Caspian occupied a divan set apart from the
others atop a low platform. He was clad, as his tribe
interpreted the words of the Prophet as demanding, all in black
including a black leather hood with an attached half-mask that
ended just above his mouth. He stood out from the throng not
only for this sober attire but because he sat alone and quiet on
his divan -- and one of the other guests seems to take umbrage at
this.
"What, Caspian, are these lovely maids not worthy of your
attentions?"
"Have pity on poor Caspian, for he is sworn! Because he has
gained one flower, he must never taste other honey again," chimed
in another, in mock sympathy.
The prince shook his head with a smile. "Ah, Salim, do not mock
me! My oath tries me sorely but lasts only until my wedding
night." He paused to take a long swig from his cup. "Please,
all of you, enjoy yourselves to the fullest, sip each drop of
nectar that you can tonight. I shall throw another party for us
two nights hence -- and we shall see who is left without a
blossom to plunder then!"
This was greeted with applause and cheers, and many a maid
squealed as hands sought out tender flesh hidden by loose
blouses.
A crash of cymbals pealed across the stage, briefly freezing all
action and drawing all eyes to the band in the corner. The
musicians changed to a wailing, thrilling melody as five women
entered through a doorway that had been hidden by the brocaded
wall hangings.
Four wore belts heavy with tinkling gold coins above short tunics
and flowing skirts of vivid green. The fifth was hidden entirely
beneath a floor-length black veil. She seated herself in the
center of an open area while the other four proceeded to wind
between the couches, swaying and turning, gyrating close to a man
then darting away, to much applause and laughter.
After a few minutes of this, the four approached the woman in
black, who stood and began to sway in place with exquisite grace
while still hidden within her veil. One of the green dancers
caught a corner of the black shroud and pulled it away to reveal
a woman. Her long, midnight black hair streamed straight and
silky and free over her shoulders, but a mask of gold inlaid with
black enamel covered her eyes. Long feathery antennae sprouted
from the sides of the mask, and sparkling sapphires ringed the
eyeholes. She was a butterfly! Her torso was hidden by a panel
of scarlet silk attached to the gold rings that circled her arms,
and more crimson silk draped her hips, pleated and as full as if
a thousand gossamer yards of it were swathed there.
As if glad to be freed from her cocoon she began to dance. When
she turned the audience could see that her long smooth back was
bare down to the scarlet folds of her skirt. She waved her arms,
making the upper panel of scarlet into silken wings fluttering in
flight while enticing shapes swayed gently beneath the nearly
transparent silk. Whenever her arms were stretched to their
widest the silk pulled tight across the globes of her bosom, and
her nipples could plainly be seen straining against it.
She seemed to pause, with her hands crossed to clutch her
shoulders. Her women approached her again, and danced about her,
then grasped the scarlet silk. As they spun away it tore free,
and the audience gasped. Now her body was a stem of white,
rising from the bud of scarlet still clasping her hips. She
stood motionless as all eyes drank in the sight of her long bare
torso, her breasts hidden by arms which were circled by dozens of
golden rings.
After a few seconds she began again to sway, long sinuous ripples
passing from shoulders down to hips and then rising to shoulders
again. The motions became stronger and faster and continued as
her hands slipped from her shoulders and draw across and down
until they cupped her breasts. She danced more vigorously. Now
that her arms were no longer pressed tightly against her body the
golden rings, freed of their burden of silk, slid on her arms,
chiming against each other. The sound seemed to excite her for
she began to dance even more wildly, turning and dipping and
swaying her body with abandon as she circled before the princes.
The inner audience applauded, and as their shock and startlement
passed, so did the larger one of crew. The sound spurred the
dancer on and her hands kneaded then fluttered free, baring her
breasts to the gaze of all, within and without the curtain. Her
breasts were beautiful: large and firm, their perfect hemispheres
broken only by the thrusting cones of her richly colored nipples.
Her dance began to weave among the divans. The princes reached
up to try to stroke her, but she deftly swiveled away from all
hands until she neared the divan where Prince Caspian sat
upright. When his hands reached out she swayed into them, and
seemed to shiver with pleasure at his touch. Her hips continued
to sway as he stroked her breasts, then she arched forward to
bring her chest close to his face.
As the other princes laughed and clapped Prince Caspian kissed
each of her breasts, then started to suck on one of her erect
nipples. The swaying of her hips changed to a rapid swivel.
"Watch out, Caspian!" called one of the others, "Remember your
vow!"
The prince allowed her breast to slip free and laughed ruefully.
The Butterfly swayed back to the center of the floor, and once
again her maids approached her. This time one grasped a fold of
the silk at the Butterfly's waist and danced away pulling the
silk taut between them. As she continued to spiral away the
stretch of free silk became longer and longer, and a second
dancer took hold of the silk and joined the first in circling
about their leader. The third and fourth in turn joined in, till
the butterfly was entirely circled and hidden by a cage formed
from the silk of her skirt. The drumbeat pounded wildly then
stopped as the maids let the silk drop.
Now the butterfly was clad only in her own perfect skin. She
posed there for long seconds while eyes swept from the straight
black silk of her hair, past the golden mask and down, drawn by
the chain of golden bracelets to where her hands covered the
joining of her bare white legs to her equally nude torso. Again,
the shocked silence gave way to applause at the leading of the
inner audience.
The dancer smiled, and began to sway anew. Again her hands
rubbed then fluttered away, to reveal the bare white skin of her
hairless mount. The swaying of her hips grew into actual motion
of her legs and once again she turned and swayed and circled
among the divans, displaying every inch of her sweet body for all
to see. The men were more persistent this time, impossible to
evade entirely, so she made her way to Prince Caspian through a
thicket of hands, with this man's fingers trailing up her thigh
and that one's hand gliding over her smooth ass.
Prince Caspian was stiff and tense on his divan, and kept his
hands clenched into fists beside his hips when she at last swayed
before him. His resistance seemed to excite her more, and her
swaying turned into hard shudders that made her breasts jar and
bounce wildly, wringing a groan from between his clenched teeth.
The Butterfly spoke for the first time. "Great Prince, may all
the afrits and fiends of hell take me for their own if I do aught
to taint your honor." She turned to face the other princes and
spoke again. "It is a hard thing that Princess Mirania required
of this most noble prince. A hard thing, a torment, to deny him
that which is the right of the most lowly worker in his hut made
of mud.
"But he swore. And you all witnessed his vow.
"He swore. And he must keep his oath, and we should not tempt him
to break it."
She paused, and smiled. "But neither is he bound to do more than
the oath required." She beckoned her retinue to draw near.
"Prince Caspian has sworn not to touch his prong, nor to allow
anyone else to do so, and I charge all of you to witness that he
is keeping his oath." Murmurs of agreement came from the
assembled princes. "But that does not mean it must be bound
uncomfortably tight. Indeed, that would be too cruel."
She turned back to Prince Caspian, "Noble Prince, I beg you to
allow my ladies to make you comfortable. They will not trespass
upon your vow: I pledge it with my life."
The masked prince slowly nodded.
At once the green clad dancers closed in, and gentle hands urged
him to his feet. When they reached toward his hood he shook
their hands off, but allowed the nimble fingers to undo the
clasps of his robe and draw it off his shoulders. The prince's
bare chest was revealed, thickly set with muscles, gleaming
slightly with a sheen of sweat. His hips and legs were clad in
the baggy black trousers of men of his country but not even their
folds could disguise the erection straining to be free. The
maid's hands now worked the ties of his trousers, most carefully
not touching the flesh which jutted free the second the
constriction was released and the cloth slid down his legs to
form a black pool on the floor. Prince Caspian stood there nude,
every inch of his massive body as stiffly and proudly erect as
the nine inch column jutting from his groin.
Uncertain rustling and murmuring could be heard from the
assembled crew at the sight but the moment to halt this act had
passed, if it ever existed. This time the applause was lead by
the maids and joined, quickly by the other princes, more slowly
by the audience.
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