Scheherazade's Lusty Tales From the Arabian Nights

By Kenneth Rooks

This terrible situation continues night after night while the anguished cries and moans of sad parents could be heard constantly in the streets of Baghdad, as the death toll grew ever larger. The Grand-Vizier's daughter, Scheherazade, comes up with a plan to stop this evil practice. She marries the Sultan, and after he takes her virtue, she engages in a cat and mouse game that could have very deadly consequences for her. The brave young girl tells the Sultan a story, but delays revealing the conclusion until the following night. In this manner, she hopes to evade having her head separated from her shoulders.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kenneth Rooks
• Release date: May 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370262311

Kenneth Rooks

I am currently retired and enjoy writing as a hobby. I generally stay busy writing most days which gives me a lot of pleasure and joy. To help me stay active, I have a desk-topped treadmill which allows me to write while I exercise.

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Scheherazade’s Lusty Tales From the Arabian Nights

By

Kenneth Rooks

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Scheherazade’s Lusty Tales From the Arabian Nights

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Chapter 1

Some four hundred years ago, there was an ancient dynasty that stretched all the way from Persia to the borders of China, and even beyond the great river Ganges itself. It was called the Sassanidae Empire, and was said to have been ruled by one of the most respected monarchs of that time. He was loved by his people, feared by his enemies, and when he passed away, he left his kingdom in a much more prosperous and powerful state than any of the sultans who had proceeded him.

The great king had two sons who had great affection for one another, and it troubled the older one, that the laws of the empire prohibited him from sharing power with his younger brother, Schahzeman. Finally after ten years, the older brother who was named Schahriar, decided to do something about the situation despite the law prohibiting it. Therefore, he sliced off the land of the Great Tartary from the Persian Empire, and made his brother king there.

It so happened that Sultan Schahriar had a beautiful, young wife that he loved and treasured very much. His greatest delight came from surrounding her in luxury, and giving her gifts of the finest dresses and most precious gemstone jewelry. After treating his wife with such love and affection, it came as quite a shock to him, when he discovered that she had been untrue to him. The Sultan discovered that she had been been unfaithful with at least five members of his court. The laws of the land were very clear in matters like this, and he ordered the grand-vizier to castrate and behead the men involved.

The severed male organs were then gathered and placed on a large, silver platter. When the sultana was brought in for his judgment, he ordered that she should be allowed to keep the severed organs of her dead lovers forever. The unfaithful wife was held down while one male organ was inserted into her anus and sewed there with heavy black thread. Another was sewed into her vagina, and the other three were sewed into her mouth with the heads of the male organs facing out through her lips. The sultana was then beheaded and her head was placed on a pole outside the royal residence. The rest of her body was then taken and buried to rot in the hot sands of the desert.

The Sultan was very angry with the betrayal of his wife, and this led him to conclude that all women were just as wicked as his unfaithful sultana, and would show their true character after a period of time. After much thought, Schahriar came up with a plan to rid the world of these evil females. Everyday, the Sultan would marry a fresh, young virgin, and after taking her virginity, he would have her executed the following morning, before he then marrying another young untouched maiden.

In addition, to overseeing the beheading the young brides, the grand-vizier also had the duty of providing more unhappy, young brides to the Sultan. Naturally, he was very reluctant to do this task, but didn't have much choice in the matter. Therefore, everyday he witness a new young girl getting married, and the following morning he would watch her die.

The Sultan's actions caused a great deal of horror within the city, where the sad cries of parents could be heard on a daily basis. In one house, a mother would be crying over the loss of her daughter, and in another, a father would be trembling with fear that his poor child could be next. Prior to the enactment of this new law, the people of the town loved the Sultan, but now, when his name was mentioned it was in conjugation with loud curses.

The grand-vizier was the father of two beautiful daughters himself. The older was called Scheherazade, and the younger daughter was named Dinarzade. The younger sister was of average abilities, whereas her older sister was very clever and brave. Her father had provided her with best teachers, and she had excelled in the study of history, philosophy, medicine, and fine arts. In addition to her great intelligence, she was also the loveliest girl in the kingdom of Persia.

One day when the grand-vizier was having lunch with his oldest daughter, she had a question that she wanted to ask him, and said, Father, if I asked you for a favor, would you grant it to me?

If it is reasonable and within my power, he replied.

Thank you, father, said Scheherazade, I would like to put a stop the barbarous practice used by the Sultan, and save those poor unfortunate girls from the god-awful fate that awaits them.

That would be an excellent thing to accomplish, replied the grand-vizier, thoughtfully, but, just how would you go about doing something like that?

Well, father, answered Scheherazade, I know that you select the brides for the Sultan's bed, and I beg you to allow me to have this honor.

Are you crazy? cried the grand-vizier, starting back at his daughter in horror, Where did you get such an insane idea? You should know by now, what happens to the sultan's brides!

Yes, father, I am will aware of their tragic fate, she replied, and I'm not afraid of it. If I fail in my attempt, then at least my death will be glorious, and if I succeed, then I will have done a great service for our country.

Well, just get that crazy idea out of your head, replied the grand-vizier, I will never agree to something like that. If the Sultan were to order me to chop off your pretty head, I would have no choice, but to obey. What a horrible thing for a father to do! Ah, if you don't fear death, then at least fear the terrible pain and anguish you would cause me.

Please, father, said Scheherazade, grant me my request.

Why are you being so obstinate? exclaimed the grand-vizier, with a sigh, Why are you so intent upon causing your own death?

But the young virgin absolutely refused to listen to her father's words, and finally, in despair, the grand-vizier was forced to relent, and went sadly to the palace to tell the Sultan that the following day he would bring him Scheherazade for his wife.

The Sultan listened to the grand-vizier's words with the great astonishment.

Why have you decided, he asked, to sacrifice one of your own daughters to me?

Great One, replied the grand-vizier, It was not my wish, but hers. Even though she knew the tragic fate that awaits her, I could not change her mind no matter how hard I tried.

Very well, vizier, but let there be no mistake, said the Sultan, Remember you will have to take her life yourself, and if you refuse, I swear that your head will decorate a pole along with hers outside my palace.

Great One, answered the vizier. No matter what the price, I will obey you will. Although I'm a father, I am also your loyal subject.

The grand-vizier then went back home to deliver this news to Scheherazade, and she received the news as if it had been the most delightful thing she had ever heard. The young, dark-haired girl thanked her father warmly for agreeing to her wishes. When she saw how sad he looked, she told him that she hoped he would never be sorry for having allowed her to marry the Sultan. The young virgin then went to prepare herself for the marriage, and asked her sister Dinarzade to come and have a word with her.

When they were alone together in the bedroom, Scheherazade said this:

My darling sister; I need your help in a very important matter. My father is going to take me to the palace where I shall marry the Sultan. Before his Highness has taken my virginity and used me for his pleasure, I will beg him, as a last favor, to let you sleep in our bedchamber, so that I may have your company during the last night of my life. I think he will be more likely to agree to my request, if I make it before he uses my body to satisfy his carnal urges. If, as I hope, he grants me my wish, then there is something I want you to do. Make sure that you wake me an hour before dawn, and say the following words to me: My dear sister, if you are still awake, I beg of you to tell me one of your fascinating stories that I love so much, before the sun rises. Then I shall begin one of my tales, and it is by this means I hope to save the women of this kingdom from the horrible terror that afflicts them."

Young Dinarzade replied that she would be pleased to do whatever her sister wished of her.

When the proper hour arrived the grand-vizier escorted Scheherazade to the palace, and left her alone with the Sultan, who asked her raise her veil and was amazed at her beauty. But seeing the tears in her eyes, he asked what was the matter.

Master, replied Scheherazade, I have a sister who loves me as much as I love her. Please grant me the favor of allowing her to sleep in the same room with us tonight, since it will be the last time we shall be together.

Sultan Schahriar considered the matter and then consented to Scheherazade's request with a devilish little twinkle in his eyes. He then ordered that Dinarzade be sent for.

When the young virgins were alone with the Sultan in his bedchamber, he ordered that both girls remove their clothes.

But, Master, said Scheherazade, in surprise, My sister only came her to keep me company.

Schahriar gave a big laugh, and said, My little desert flower, didn't you know that any woman who comes my private bedchamber is subject to my carnal needs and desires? Did you really think that I was going to leave your sister untouched, if she was foolish enough to come here?

No, Master. But--

Well, it's too late for her now; however, if it's any consolation to you, she shall keep her head tomorrow, when you lose yours, replied the Sultan, Now do as I say and go lie on the bed. I am anxious to enjoy the feminine fruits of you two young virgins tonight.

A couple of minutes later, both young sisters were having second thoughts about their plans, when the Sultan climbed naked up on the bed. After a moment, he decided to start with Scheherazade, and climbed between her delicious, brown thighs. Her heart beat faster, and she breathed in large gulps, knowing that virginity was just seconds away from being taken from her.

The Sultan starred down into the dark, black eyes of the little beauty as he prepared to take her virtue. The eyes were known to be a pathway into the soul, and Schahriar liked to gaze deep into the eyes of his doomed wives as he took their virginities. When he gave a little shove, the young girls eyes grew even wider as they glazed over. Then he began enjoying the fruits of her soft, young belly.

After finishing with the dark-haired beauty, he went to visit her younger sister. A moment later, her untouched feminine flower was used in a most enjoyable way. The Sultan then then inspected the sheet underneath the two girls for blood spots to verify that they had been indeed untouched maidens; there was nothing he hated worse than a fraudulent virgin. He then rested for a couple of moments to recover his strength. When Scheherazade saw her new husband climbing between her thighs again, she felt herself becoming very nervous. Her first carnal experience had been painful, and she hadn't enjoyed it at all; but, this time his lovemaking was much more pleasurable and she experienced her first orgasm.

As the nighttime passed, Dinarzade lay in bed forcing herself to stay awake, because she knew her sister's life depended on it. When daybreak finally neared, she did as she promised and cleared her throat loudly enough to wake the others, before saying:

My dear sister, if you are still awake, would you tell me one of your delightful stories before the sun comes up. It will be the last time that I shall have the pleasure of hearing one of them from you.

Scheherazade did not answer Dinarzade, but instead turned towards the Sultan, Your highness, I have brought pleasure to your manhood, now perhaps you will let me do the same for your ears, by telling you a story. Will you permit me to do as my sister asks? she implored.

The Sultan placed his closed fist over his mouth and suppressed a yawn as he thought about her request. As he gazed into her beautiful, sparkling black eyes, his groin tingled as he remember the pleasures that she had brought him during the previous nights activities. He reached down and twirled his fingers in her sparse, curly black pubic hairs, while deciding how to respond to her request.

I grant your request, he finally answered, but, while you are using your mouth to delight my ears with your story, I want your sister to use her mouth to delight me with her sweet tongue. Come here, Dinarzade, and I will explain in detail what I want you to do.

Scheherazade waited until the Sultan had finished his instructions, and then watched as her sister began to perform fellatio on him, before she began her tale.

The Story of the Merchant and the Jinn

This is the Story of the Merchant and the Jinn, she said, and then pause for a second as she glanced down at her sister riding her lips up and down the Sultan's stiff shaft, As you are well aware, sire, the jinn are a type of strange spirit beings, who have the ability to assume human and animal shapes, at will.

"Once upon a time there was a merchant who possessed great riches, in land and merchandise, as well as silver and gold coins. He was required from time to time to take journeys to take care of his business affairs. One day, having to travel a long way from home, he mounted his horse, taking with him a leather bag into which he had placed a supply of biscuits and dates, because he had to pass through the desert, where there was no food to be found.

He finally arrived at his destination without any mishaps, and after finishing his business there, he set out to return home. On the fourth day of his trip, the heat from the sun was beating down so hot, that he turned out of his road to rest under some trees. He found a pool of clear and water near the foot of a large, walnut-tree. The traveler then dismounted, tied his horse to a branch of the tree, and sat by the pool. He sat resting for a moment and then took out a couple of his dates and biscuits. As he ate, he idly tossed around some stones to entertain himself. When he had finished this small meal, he washed his face and hands in the pool.

As he was drying his face, he saw an enormous creature, white with rage, coming towards him, with a large scimitar in his hand.

Climb to your feet, you bastard, he called out in a terrible voice, and let me kill you just like you killed my son!

After uttering these words, the big man gave off a frightful yell that filled the air. The rich merchant was as much terrified by the hideous face of the jinn, an the loud scream that it had made, that he answered him in a shaky voice, Please, my good sir, what have I done to you, that would make you want to take my life?

I intend to kill you, repeated the spirit, because you have murdered my son.

But, complained the tired traveler, How can I have killed your son, when I don't know him, or ever seen him before in my life?

When you first arrived here didn't you sit down on the ground? asked the creature, and didn't you take some dates from your bag, and while eating them, didn't you throw some stones around you?

Yes, agreed the traveler, I have to admit that's certainly true.

Well, then, replied the big creature, I tell you you have killed my son, because while you were throwing the stones around, my son passed by, and one of them struck him in the eye. He was killed and now I shall kill you in revenge.

Just a moment, sir, please don't harm me! cried the traveler.

Your words will do you no good, responded the ugly creature, I intend to show you no mercy.

But, please, sir, I'm sorry I that I killed your son. I can assure you that it was quite unintentional, and I beg you to spare my life.

No, replied the jinn, I will kill you as you killed my son, and thus saying, he grabbed the traveler by the arm, threw him on the ground. The large, creature then raised his sword to cut off the smaller man's head.

The traveler, protested his innocence, and told the creature about his wife and children, in an attempt to avert his fate. The creature stood , with his raised sword, and waited for the traveler to finish, but it was not in the least touched by his words."

It was at this point in her story, that Scheherazade noticed the sun was coming up, and knowing that the Sultan always rose very early to attend his council meeting, stopped her tale.

My dear, sister, smiled Dinarzade, that is an excellent story.

Yes, and the rest of the story is even more wonderful, replied Scheherazade, I'm sure you will agree, if the sultan will allow me to live another day. Then I will tell you the rest of the story tomorrow night.

Sultan Schahriar had been listening to Scheherazade's story with great interest, and thought to himself, 'Yes, I will wait until tomorrow and besides I wouldn't mind enjoying this very beautiful girl and her sister once again tomorrow night. Then I can always have her beheaded, when I've heard the rest of her story.'

When the grand-vizier arrived at the palace the next morning, he was in a terrible state of anxiety. He trembled nervously as he waited for the Sultan. But, when the Sultan enter the council-chamber without giving the terrible command that he was expecting, he breathed a great sigh of relief.

That night, as the two young girls waited for the Sultan, they discussed their strategy. Both agreed they had to make every effort to satisfy their master's carnal wishes, because that was just as important as the entertaining story that Scheherazade was telling him.

When the Sultan arrived, he found both of the young girls lying naked on the bed and smiling as they waited for him. He quickly disrobed and hurried to the bed. He then wasted no time in letting his wishes be known.

Scheherazade, last night I tasted the sweet pleasures that your sister's mouth had to offer. Now, I would have the same from you.

The young story teller wasn't sure what to do for a second, but when he straddled her breasts, she quickly opened her warm, red lips. The young girl knew she should start bobbing her head just as she had seen her sister do, but she couldn't move. Her head trapped between the pillow at the back of her head and his midsection.

The Sultan didn't allow this situation to last for long, but soon pulled back enough to give her room to work. He then began to experience the thrill of her delightful, pink lips around his excited flesh.

Don't you dare stop until I tell you to, he threatened, when he felt himself nearing completion.

When she had finished, Schahriar gave her a smile, showing that he had been pleased with her efforts.

The next morning, before the sun came up, Dinarzade did as she had the previous morning and said, Dear sister, if you're awake, would you please tell me the rest of your story.

This time, the Sultan didn't wait for Scheherazade to ask his permission, Yes, finish the story of the jinn and the merchant. I am very curious to hear how it turns out.

The young girl felt a little tinge of satisfaction that her plan was working as she continued with the story:

When the merchant saw that the creature was determined to cut off his head, he said: Please, I beg you. Allow me a short delay; just enough time to go home and tell my wife and children goodbye, and to make out my will. When I have done this I will gladly come back here, and allow you to kill me."

I don't know, replied the big, ugly creature, if I let you go, I'm afraid that you might not come back.

But, I promise that if you let me go, pleaded the rich merchant, that I will return.

How long do you need to settle your affairs? asked the creature.

Just one month, replied the traveler, I promise that in thirty days, I will be waiting under these trees to suffer your justice.

The creature considered the matter for a moment and then said, Tell me about the daughter you mentioned, is she very beautiful?"

Yes, replied the merchant, but, why are you asking me about her?

I will offer you this deal, said the jinn, You can have an additional twelve months to live, if you bring you daughter here when you return.

But, why do you want me to bring my daughter here?

After I kill you, replied the jinn, she can morn your death as well, as her own lost virginity.

No! exclaimed the shocked merchant, I could never give my daughter's virtue to you.

Why not? replied the jinn, Do you think its more valuable than the life of my son?

No, of course not, replied the traveler, while he frantically searched his mind for a logical reason to refuse the creature's outrageous demand.

Then suddenly an idea occurred to him, I wish I could agree to your offer, but you are so large, that it would kill my poor daughter, if you attempted to make love to her.

The jinn laughed for a moment and then replied, That presents no problem at all, because I can change my shape to anything I wish. I will take the shape of a man with a normal sized human penis, and I promise no harm will come to her, except for a little blood from her torn hymen.

The merchant knew that he had been out maneuvered by the creature's counterargument, but still refused to give up his daughter until the creature drew back his sword to deliver him a death blow.

"Stop—stop, I yield to your demand," he cried out fearfully in desperation, just before the blade was to fall."

The jinn held its position for a moment, before slowly lowering its weapon, and then said, If you are not here at the appointed time, I will hunt you down and rape and kill all the members of your family, including you, in a very long, and painful manner.

The large creature then left the the frightened man standing by the pond as it quickly disappeared into the distance. The traveler stood there for a moment, recovering from his shock, before mounting his horse and continuing his trip.

When the merchant arrived home, his wife and children were over joyed to see him. But, instead of greeting them, he began to cry so hard that they soon guessed something was terribly wrong.

Why are you so sad? asked his wife, what has happened to cause you to act this way?

It's terrible news! replied her husband, I had to promise our daughter's virginity to a jinn or I would be dead now. I have to take her to him one year from today, and afterwards, he intends to kill.

The merchant then