They rushed out the gates of the palace, crammed into the steam-powered carriage, whose engine had been left stoked up in anticipation of the need for a speedy getaway. The carriage bounced through the narrow alleys of Istanbul at top speed, the chauffer honking its horn at any unfortunate person who got in his way.
The girls were dispersed into the alleyways of the city along the way, to be reunited with friends and family. Since the eunuchs of the harem kept no record of where the girls were picked up, or even their real names, the chances of the sultan recapturing them were slim. The girl Nisahur and her sister Sehra were effusive in their gratitude to Lady Sally, their earlier misgivings about the venture completely forgotten following the daring rescue.
They sped back to the airfield and hurriedly embarked onto the airship. They were just in time. Clearly the bound sultan and his entourage had been discovered, and the alarm sent out. The sultan's guard, armed with curved scimitars, swamped the airship station. The captain smiled. It was quaint, swords against lightning guns and the fastest airship in Christendom.
Fortunately, the captain ensured the crew and rigger-men were prepared for take-off before they departed for the palace, suspecting, with justification, they might be making another hasty departure.
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was ready just in time. The guy lines were already released so once the engines fired up the majestic dirigible swept up into the air, leaving the sultan's enraged guard on the ground.
The captain still had the fez on. As the airship rose up through the sky, he looked around him, and gasped, "Oh wow, that's just amazing, the sky's so bright and the clouds are so fluffy."
After the escapade, he'd come over ravenously hungry. He hoped cook had a decent dinner prepared, he could stuff a whole saddle of lamb.
Meanwhile, Lady Sally had taken up a position at the viewing window to the rear of the gondola. She laughed as she watched the comical spectacle of the sultan's guards in their turbans, tunics, and pantaloons receding into the distance as they waved their scimitars angrily at the airship
Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester had done it again. She completed the mission of freeing the harem slave girls from the clutches of the sultan. Who knows what debauched activities they had been forced to do. Not that Lady Sally was opposed to debauchery in principle, quite the contrary. It's just that, at least her slaves consented to her methods of exquisite domination. They were free to leave at any time. It was a testament to her charisma and skill that none ever availed themselves of that option; they were perfectly willing to submit to her.
Lady Sally was not one to miss a chance for erotic play and, seeing the men still dressed as belly-dancers, her mind turned to how to make best use of the opportunity. It would be rather wonderful to see them dance for her though she considered they might need an incentive to do so. She had just the device for that.
The wooden box she needed was in the playroom as it was her intention to use this particular toy next, and it was perfect for what she planned. She opened it and peered at a mass of wires with rubber-coated, metal clamps attached. The box consisted of a battery and a dial for adjusting the current. The principle of the design was not dissimilar to the electro-vibrator Lady Sally had already used, but with the sole attachment being the clamps. These she could attach to any sensitive part of the male anatomy, nipples or balls being the obvious candidates.
"I'm going to have a little competition to find the best belly-dancer," announced Lady Sally.
"But I can't dance, mistress," complained the banker.
"That's irrelevant. I shall make you dance. I expect you to enter into the spirit of the competition."
She started with the banker, removing the padding from inside the top of his costume and attaching a clamp to each nipple. He flinched as it squeezed tight onto the sensitive bud, the rubber-coated metal digging into his sensitive flesh. Lady Sally pushed his skimpy skirt to one side, attaching another two clamps to the sac of his balls.
She turned the dial on the box. At first the results were disappointing, so she had to turn the current up higher. The box buzzed, and the little clamps began to vibrate. The effect was highly entertaining for Lady Sally as the banker twisted and jiggled before her. The vibrating clamps generated a pricking sensation that made it impossible to stand still. The nipples were especially sensitive as the throbbing clips drove the banker to a frenzy of distraction.
"Now dance for me," she encouraged.
