Chapter 42 – Empress Dowager Nadiya – 4
Judging by the preparations being made so well in advance and the maids moving quickly, it seemed like this scene had happened many times in the past.
Helena didn’t end up tied up. The maids rushed in and tore Helena’s clothes to pieces. Helena’s finest clothes were torn like pieces of paper by her rough hands.
Since Helena usually does not wear underwear, she was completely naked in an instant. Now, the only foreign objects left on her body were high heels and accessories that were high and sharp as if they would pierce the floor.
“Oh my, she walks around without even wearing underwear, which disqualifies her from being a noble woman. I guess all the princesses of the Pent Empire do that.”
The blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty who had advised Helena earlier smiled softly, covering her mouth with her pretty hand. She seemed very polite, but her eyes were full of ridicule.
“That’s right, Jezebel. Since she’s such a bad girl, I guess I should give her some proper training today.”
Nadiya responded coldly. Still lying on her side on an elongated chair without a back, she was overflowing with her her arrogant force her her her, like her her queen her her her.
But what was more unpleasant to Helena was not her fierce and arrogant Nadiya, but the blonde beauty called Jezerbel, who, under her pretense of grace, was showering her with her sneers and mockery of her.
Did you say that you hate a sister-in-law who stops you more than a mother-in-law who hits you? Jezebel was just that. When she gave advice earlier, it felt like she was enjoying her troubles rather than being sincere, but Jezerbel was definitely an unlucky woman.
The type of woman that women hate the most is a ‘mean woman’ who delights in the suffering of others but wants to protect her her own ‘good girl’ image of her.
“Queen Empress, I…”
Helena tried to make up her own excuse, but it was already too late. She stood behind her as her maid raised her leather whip high and struck it against her delicate back.
“Ahh!”
Helena was in so much pain that she screamed. Helena has a history of working as a female priest, but she only relied on the magic of Iris’s necklace.
In reality, her body was very fragile and thin, like other women of high status. I couldn’t bear the blow of the leather whip applied to it.
Before she could hit him a few times, Helena’s eyes rolled back. She screamed so hard that her voice broke her and her limbs shook her so violently.
Seeing that scene, Jezerbel sneered again with her satisfied face.
“Oh my, the screaming is so loud. So, you should have listened to me when I gave you advice earlier, but you are being foolish and end up in trouble.”
Nadiya said, looking at her jebel, who was standing next to her in her lying position.
“That’s right, Jezebel. Actually, it’s rare to find a child as quick-witted as you.”
“Oh my, that’s too much praise. Queen Mother.”
They really got along well. Perhaps Jezerbel was very good at flattering Nadiya, acting like a tongue in her mouth.
Fortunately, the whipping ended in just 5 strokes. This may be because Helena is an empress in name, and it would be difficult for her to be beaten so much that she dies.
However, for Helena, who was not a strong man but a weak and slender woman, five lashes was a strong enough punishment.
Her bright red lines were drawn across Helena’s back, her pure white skin, and she looked very ugly. Her whole body was glistening with sweat, and her breathing was heavy as if she had run a marathon.
As her maids untied the leather straps binding her wrists and ankles, Helena lay limp on the floor. Her eyes were out of focus, and her naked body trembled like an aspen. Her body was now in a state of greater shock than when she had had sex with ten men.
But even in that exhausted state, Nadiya
“Have you come to your senses now?”
‘ She said coldly, and she reacted like lightning. Helena lay flat on her hands and legs on the floor in her haste and bowed her head. Nadiya and Jezerbel laughed together at her bug-like appearance.
As soon as the meeting with Nadiya ended, Helena was taken to another place by her maids, even though she was exhausted.
“Now you have to go see His Majesty the Sultan.”
The oldest and most experienced maid assigned to Helena’s palace whispered into her ear. She first greeted her Empress Dowager, the highest adult in the imperial family, and now it was her turn to greet the Sultan, her husband and ruler of this empire.
Helena, who was physically and mentally exhausted from the five whippings she received, currently has no brain cells working. She simply followed wherever her maids led. The old and experienced maid from before quickly whispered again.
“When you go before the Sultan, be sure to kneel down like before.” You can’t make any mistakes this time!”
Although her tone was strong, there was a hint of her genuine concern for her. She pretended to be elegant, but in reality she was the exact opposite of Jezerbel, who was busy looking down on and mocking her her Helena her her her.
I was already in a state of complete panic. For now, Helena decided to do as the loyal-looking head maid told her.
The Sultan’s palace was extremely large, grand, and imposing. It gave the impression that it was the residence of the sultan, the absolute ruler of the military power of the Ottoman Empire. The ceiling was very high and the hallway was very wide. It seemed to be a place where giants who were about 10 times taller than ordinary people lived.
Although the Sultan’s palace was luxurious and had many extravagant items, it felt more oppressive than beautiful compared to Nadiya’s palace. The fact that there were lots of shiny weapons and spear knives hanging on both walls further emphasized this point.
The place where the sultan met his wives was in the innermost room of the palace. However, the expression ‘substantiality’ was so loud that it was laughable. It could accommodate hundreds of people, so it was almost as large as the hall of the Pent Empire’s imperial palace.
And surrounding the inner room were bedrooms and bathrooms, all of which were enormous. No matter where you went, the size of the Sultan’s palace was so big that you would get bored.
Deep inside the inner room, there was a royal altar sparkling with gold and jewels, and a man was there. It was immediately recognized that he was the sultan.
There was no doubt that he was the sultan because he was the only man in the harem, Geumnam’s district, and because he was sitting alone on a chair while all the people around him were lying face down on the floor like slaves.
Once Helena did what her maid told her to do, she laid down on the spot like a slave and bowed her head. She didn’t find it interesting at all. Because all the women around me were doing the same.
The dozens of women in the inner room were all on the floor, bowing their heads like bitches. Among them, there were women who wore lots of jewels and were dressed extravagantly, making them look like not just maids but at least maids or concubines.
However, like the shabby maids, they simply acted like slaves in front of the sultan. Earlier, there were several women standing next to Nadiya like Jezebel, but next to the Sultan there was not a single one, really not a single one.
Everyone would bow their heads, but when the Sultan gave an order, they would move like lightning. And that never happened in front of the Sultan.
Lie down on your stomach, bow your head deeply, and take a step back. Only after going out of the inner room and out of the sultan’s sight did they lift their hips. It was truly a scene that showed how great the authority of the Sultan was in the Ottoman Empire.
Helena observed their movements closely and followed them. Not only was it not the time for her to exert any force, she also did not want to be whipped any more. Now was the time for her to humble herself as much as possible and please the ruler of the empire.
Sultan
“Is this the new empress again? Come closer.”
Even though she felt puzzled by the words, ‘She is the new empress,’ Helena did not show any outward sign. She crawled across the floor like a bitch, just like the other women, and approached the Sultan.
Helena was a masochist. She enjoyed being submissive to her man, and feeling herself submissive gave her a secret pleasure.
Therefore, unlike before in front of the woman Nadiya, she did not feel uncomfortable at all in taking an obedient attitude in front of her man, the Sultan. In fact, she has already told the Janissary commander Turgut and deputy commander Saluk, who are nothing more than subordinates of the Sultan.
“Master.”
She was Helena, who had a history of using this expression and showing fawning. She did not find it strange at all that she bowed her head deeply to the Sultan and submitted to him like his sex slave.
Therefore, when she reached the vicinity of her prince her, the sultan gently put out her foot her, and Helena’s unstoppable movements her continued.
She took off the Sultan’s shoes and kissed his bare feet. She then stuck out her tongue and licked it. Then the Sultan said in wonder.
“Hoo, I heard you are the princess of the West… I guess you must have stopped by the Empress Dowager Hall before coming here. “It looks like she was well educated by her mother.”
That wasn’t true, but Helena said nothing. Instead, she continued to lick the Sultan’s feet, purring like a she-cat, as if she was in a good mood. She even put the man’s toes in her mouth and sucked them.
Perhaps the service was remarkable, and the Sultan was especially considerate.
“Okay, you’re good. “Raise your head.”
Helena lifted her face. She looked up at her man with a servile yet lustful smile plastered on her beautiful face, as if thanking him for his favor her her. It was a very natural position for her as a masochist.
It was the first time she had seen her own husband, Sultan Selim, ruler of the Ottoman Empire, up close. However, when I saw Selim up close, I did not feel the majesty of the ruler of a great empire at all.
He appeared to be in his early twenties. He also seemed to be of average height. But I was too skinny. Her arms and legs were thin like a woman’s, and her body had no flesh, let alone muscles.
He had a body so skinny that it could almost be said that he had nothing but bones. It must be said that at least her breasts and buttocks are much more fleshy than the chubby Helena.
Since he is the sultan of a great empire, he should not be concerned about what he eats, so why on earth is he so thin like a refugee? Helena had a strange thought, but she didn’t bother to question it.
Instead, another imagination was heating up her body. There will be no man who will not be moved by her heart when he sees her dazzling beauty like she is. Besides, isn’t she providing her service with such sincerity?
Helena imagined taking off Selim’s pants and sucking his penis. She performs fellatio by inserting a erect penis into her vagina.
And right here! The pleasure she feels in having her only man in front of so many other women must be incredible. That was the moment when she could boast of her greatest charm as a woman and enjoy a sense of victory.
But Helena’s dreams she did not come true. Even though the beautiful Helena served so diligently and fawned over her, Selim did not respond.
