Arabian Fights commission

an old short request I forgot to post up. When the sultan's harem girl wants her freedom to seek revenge, she finds herself fighting with his other favorite for the right to escape.

The sultan, like those before him, was a man of great wealth and influence. His position lead him to many loyal subjects and faithful guards, a fair but firm ruler. He had enough power to grant boons to those especially faithful, or simply if he was feeling generous that day. This was one such day, though he would be asking his harem girls to earn this boon.

Mera was known as the sultan's loveliest servant, praised as the most beautiful in the land even before he found her in his possession. She was the crown jewel of his collection, her skin a full and beautiful brown while her hair and eyes were dark and tempting. She had been sold to the sultan's harem by her family when they were left penniless, and he treated her kindly. She would not flee from him, but he knew that she longed for freedom. It was why he had called her to his throne room.

"Mera, my dear," the sultan greeted, the beauty bowing to him daintily. She was barefoot and clad in her usual red bedlah outfit, also one of his favorites. "It has been some time since I first found you. Do you still yearn for that revenge you spoke of?"

Mera had confided in him about her family. They had been left poor and starving when their caravan was raided by the Queen of Thieves, leaving them with no choice but to pass on Mera's beauty. She was fortunate that she was attractive enough to enter his harem rather than joining some brothel. "I do. If I were not yours by my family's honor and safety, I would hunt down this bandit queen myself."

The sultan nodded and scratched at his beard. "A noble cause, and an honorable heart. I can admire that. And I must admit, this so-called Queen has evaded my guards time and time again. What would you say if I offered you a chance at your freedom?"

Mera's eyes widened. "I would! I'd gladly take the chance!" she insisted. "So long as I can bring that thieving coward to justice!"

The sultan smiled. "I should hope that you do. But I would not wish to send you to your death. To earn your freedom, you must prove that you are strong enough, my beauty..." Her master rubbed his thumb against one of his rings; while solid and polished, it was clearly ancient, chipped and rusted. As he rubbed, it emitted a thick blue smoke as another bedlah-clad woman appeared in the air and stepped daintily onto the ground. She had dark blue skin, her silky garments white to Mera's red. Her hair was a fine silvery color, matching her eyes to add to the parallels between her and the human harem girl.

"If you can defeat my genie Hanjha, then you are not only free to leave my service, but I will grant you her as an ally for your quest. And you, Hanjha." The genie looked up to her master, folding her hands and bowing.

"Yes, boss?"

"If you can force Mera to admit that you are the sexiest woman in the land, I will set you free. I will even pass Mera onto you as a handmaiden, and give you the location of your sister."

Hanjha's eyes lit up at the offer. Her jealous sister had been the one to trap her in that ring, throwing it to the bottom of the sea until she was passed around from master to master. There was nothing the lovely genie wanted more than to get her hands on her wicked sibling. "Your wish is my command, big guy!" Hanjha chirped, cracking her knuckles and turning to face Mera.

"But you must do so without your magic. It must be a test of strength."

"Ahh, there's always a catch," Hanjha grumbled, shaking out her silvery locks. "Fine. Let's go, bitch. Nobody gets between me and beating up my sister."

"How convenient," Mera said, adjusting the top of her bedlah with a catty smirk. "My reasons are for my family as well. I am just more loyal to them than you are."

"Spend a thousand years in a piece of jewelry and say that," Hanjha snapped back, striding up with her bare feet slapping against the broad tile floor of the throne room.

"You'd better get ready to make it a thousand and one, because you're coming with me!" Mera lashed out and caught the bright hair of the genie, getting her to squeal and throwing her to the floor. Meta let herself fall on top of Hanjha grabbing and pinning her arms to the ground. Even without her magic, the genie proved to be no pushover as she raised and wrapped her legs around Mera's bare midsection. The human girl grunted and pushed at her powerful thighs, but Hanjha rolled and tossed her opponent off with her legs.

"Don't think I haven't learned a thing or two about fighting in all these centuries!" Hanjha laughed, tightening her legs around Mera's waist. The human fighter gave a grunt of frustrated pain as her lean and toned belly was crushed by the body scissor, clawing and beating her fists against the white-wrapped legs. Mera managed to push herself up on one arm, getting herself close enough to deliver a palm strike to Hanjha's jaw.

"And don't look down on me for living as a trader!" Mera shot back as the genie fell to one side, clutching her face. It had been a while since she had felt actual pain, which bought Mera time enough to pull herself back up and grab onto her opponent's legs. Mera threw a quick kick into her thigh, making Hanjha's legs easier to control as she bent and twisted them into a submission hold. Soon Mera was sitting on Hanjha's back, arching her legs up high above her hips until she laid on her full blue chest, her back bent into a C-shape.

"Waaaagh! Let go!" the ageless beauty shrieked. Mera just dug her fingernails into the taut skin of Hanjha's thighs, gladly avenging herself against the legs that had trapped her a moment ago.

"You were able to fit into a ring, weren't you? I'm sure you can bend a little more than that!" Mera slid back further, lifting Hanjha's legs higher until the human sat on her head and her raised belly was facing the sultan. Hanjha grit her teeth, kicking and clawing at the floor to try to escape. She felt the temptation to use her powers and turn the binding bitch into a turtle or something equally humiliating, but she resisted at her master's promise of freedom and vengeance.

Instead, Hanjha reached up and hooked a hand under Mera's chin. She pulled under her jaw and chucked the dark-skinned harem girl onto her back. Mera was surprised as she lost her grip and advantage, giving Hanjha the opening to pounce on her and throw several swift and stunning punches to her lovely face.

"Try again after another hundred years, maybe!" the blue woman taunted her before grabbing her by the hair and pulling up hard. Mera screamed and pushed on Hanjha's bare belly, knocking her back off of her. The genie still held onto the handful of dark hair, yanking it to pull Mera back down to the ground beside her. As soon as Mera landed from her tripping, the genie's white-clad legs wrapped around the human's neck and squeezed.

Mera gagged and clawed at Hanjha's trapping legs, the blue girl laughing at her head scissor's victim. "Oh, do human still need to breathe? I'm just so forgetful," she mocked, even if she would likely do the same in Mera's position without her powers to sustain her. Mera growled and tried to roll around, but the genie's strong legs held her tightly in place. Without much chance of escape in sight, she turned her attention to simply fighting back.

Mera turned and raised her arm enough that she could throw her elbow back into Hanjha's side. The genie yelped as her bare belly was slammed, knocking the air from her with a pained grunt. She held onto the scissor, but Mera could feel her rival's pain and doubt make her loosen the hold slightly. Mera slammed several more shots with her elbow into Hanjha's lower ribs, finally forcing her to open her legs and retreat holding her side. Before Hanjha could properly get to her feet, Mera turned and threw a wild punch after her. She lucked out as it hit home, tagging Hanjha right in the crotch. The genie let out a shrill grunt as she stumbled away, one hand on her privates while the other leaned on a nearby pillar for balance. Mera took the same time to rub her throat, coughing and trying to catch her breath that the head scissor had kept away from her. The brief rest wasn’t to last, of course, both women eager to beat and break their rival.

Mera seemed to regroup the quickest, suddenly breaking into a charge for her opponent. She tackled into Hanjha's waist, painfully sandwiching the genie between the pillar and her incoming shoulder. Hanjha let out a thick grunt, but grabbing Mera's hair and sent several punches down onto her head. The human fighter held on tight all the same, bracing her bare feet on the floor and suplexing the genie over and onto the floor with a heavy grunt. Even the sultan had to raise his dark eyebrows at the impressive maneuver from the lovely woman. She was clearly not such a woman who had to rely entirely on her looks. Perhaps she was indeed worthy of challenging the bandit queen.

Hanjha scrambled onto her hands and knees, but Mera grabbed her around the arms from behind. She pulled up in a full nelson to trap Hanjha’s upper body against her own. Her breasts mashed into the genie’s back, contrasting their dark and light hair and attire.

“Ready to submit, you cowardly spirit?” Mera demanded, but the genie shook her head. Her hair whipped at Mera’s face, and her clawing hands grabbed at her captor’s dark hair.

“I’ll shove that accursed ring up your ass, you stuck up whore!” Hanjha fumed.

“So I see you need more convincing,” Mera smirked, standing up and driving a knee into Hanjha’s side. She gave a yelp of pain, just for Mera to lean back further. The genie groaned as her back was bent enough that she was actually lifted off the throne room’s floor, her bare feet kicking at the air to try to get hold of anything. Mera inevitably had to set her back down, relieving the pressure just to lift her up again. Hanjha screamed in rage and pain, but didn’t relent even the second time. When Mera eased up to set her down again, Hanjha shoved herself backward. Her ass rammed into Mera’s midsection, not doing much damage. More importantly, it drove her backward and slammed the human's’ head against one of the thick pillars.

Mera gave a soft groan as she fell to her knees, clutching her head and trying to blink away the stars that flashed before her eyes. Hanjha ran up to her and drove a punch into the bare belly of her rival, making Mera bend over with a noisy groan. Hanjha grabbed Mera’s dark locks and pulled into a headlock, crushing her neck between her blue arm and chest. “Maybe I’ll see if I can fit YOU in a lamp when all this is done!” Hanjha taunted her.

“Rrgh!” Mera snarled back. “I’ll enjoy putting you through every disgrace I can think when you are mine, djinn dyke!”

“You’re thinking MUCH too far ahead!” Hanjha sneered, twisting her hips and pulling Mera with her. The genie hip tossed her to the floor, still keeping the headlock around her dark-skinned foe as Mera landed on her ass. Hanjha bent down on one knee to level with her, angling the higher of the two to dig into Mera’s back. She let out a shrill shout as she arched her back, thrusting out her breasts as the knee ground into her spine. It shocked all through her body, wracking her with pain. Hanjha might have wanted to rip the girl in half if she had her full powers available to her, but this felt just about as satisfying.

“Who’s the master now, you glorified harlot?” Hanjha demanded, leaning further back and raising Mera’s chest and hips higher still. She thought that Mera looked ready to break when the harem girl grabbed one of the blue feet sticking out from behind her and pulled sharply forward. Hanjha slipped and fell onto her back, losing any leverage that she had on the hold that was containing Mela.

“I am my own master!” Mera snarled, grabbing one of Hanjha’s feet and twisting it by the ankle. The genie let out a quick shriek, as she was yanked away from her own hold. Mera stood up and yanked on her foot, twisting Hanjha onto her belly and bending her foot into a painful angle. It looked as though Mera was trying to open her leg like an especially stubborn jar. Hanjha was forced onto her side and even that did little for the pain that ran from her toes to her thigh muscles. Hanjha found herself beating on the hard floor, barely distracting her from the pain with the dull sting of her fists.

“Give up! Now!” Mera ordered, trying to ignore the pain still pulsing in her back.

“Aghhh! Never!” Hanjha defied her, but she screamed again and cursed under her breath when Mera gave it another pull to add fresh pain to the blue limb. The genie clawed at the ground, trying to get a kick off on Mera but the awkwardly low position giving her little to no leverage.

“Then you asked for this,” Mera growled, suddenly shifting to one side and dropping to the floor. She dug her foot into Hanjha’s hip, pulling her leg out to the side to rip her one leg into a half spread eagle position. Hanjha shuddered and howled, but Mera only leaned further into the hold to spread her out wider. Her silken clothes ran tighter around her legs, stretching and even starting to tear from the painful position.

“STOP! STOP! NOOO!” Hanjha howled, but Mera ran her nails in a torturously slow path over the blue woman’s sole.

“You know how to make it stop!” Mera barked over her wailing. Hanjha grit her teeth into a grimace, but she flailed one hand wildly as she nodded. “Let me hear you say it! I will break you, djinn, one way or the other!”

“Yes! Stop! You are the better woman! I yield!” Hanjha’s surrender came out in a burst of panicked variants before Mera looked to the sultan for approval. He gave her a gesture and a nod as Mera smirked and released her victim.

“Then prove it. Bow to me, spirit.” Mera stood over the wincing blue woman, who had taken to curling up and rubbing her stretched out thigh muscle. She looked up gingerly at Mera, who appreciated the shame on her face as she shifted carefully to her knees. She bent down and lowered her head just above the floor.

“I yield to your…” Hanjha fumbled for the right word when Mera provided for it.

“Power and beauty.”

“To your power and beauty,” she grumbled. She was clearly displeased, but holding to her agreement. While magical creatures like Hanjha could be tricky, they were creatures of their word.

Mera thrust a foot under the genie’s nose, deciding to test the extent of her control. “Then I order you to kiss your mistress’ feet. Beg and I may still spare you any further shame.”

Hanjha’s face soured with distaste, but she knew that she’d have to keep her word eventually. She leaned on her hands and kissed at the richly colored toes, shuddering with shame and disgust for herself as much as her foe. “I’m sorry for my defiance,” she groaned, still feeling the ache on her thigh muscles like a natural reminder for her not to go back on her deal. “I am sorry, mistress. Please spare me from your wrath and I will serve you dutifully.” She hated saying it, but she didn’t dare face the other consequences.

Mera held herself steady on the pillar, both enjoying the display of her foe’s surrender and giving her tired body a chance to rest. Mera glanced up at the amused-looking sultan as his bound genie bent over in open submission to her. He slid the ring from his finger, and with a gesture of offering he tossed it across the room. Mera neatly snatched it out of the air and put it proudly on her finger.

“I thank you, wise sultan, for my freedom and my genie,” Mera said, finally shoving Hanjha’s face away with her foot. “But may I be so bold as to ask for a set of more… practical clothes before I undertake my journey?” She nodded down at the pouting Hanjha. “She can stay as she is. It suits her.”

The sultan laughed and nodded. “Yes you may. I’ll see them prepared for you. And of course, I told you that I knew where the bandit queen was hiding. Her scouts are sharp and my troops too loud to catch her, but she has been waiting at cliffs just past the Oasis of Jara. There you will find the bandit queen, Erja the Black.”

Hanjha’s eyes lit up in surprise. There was no mistaking that strange a name so exotic and specific. She had found her sister; the one that had bound her to the ring and cast her aside. She was the bandit queen, and whether she meant to or not, the victorious Mera was going to lead her straight to her greater enemy.