Huriya

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Amordaza
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Huriya

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I've recently been working on artwork inspired by the Kinktober prompts on Deviantart. After creating a digital painting, I started to form a story around it. I've since enhanced that story and am presenting it here.

Please feel free to provide feedback. What did you like? What did you dislike? Is there a change in the story that you'd like to see? I very much value feedback.

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A young magician once performed his straitjacket escape at a private party for the sultan. Pleased with the performance, the sultan asked the magician what he would like for a prize.

The magician’s response was immediate: he wanted Huriya, a slave from the sultan’s harem. Huriya and he had fallen in love, and he wanted to make her his wife.

The sultan furrowed his brow but accepted the request on one condition: that the magician perform the escape again the following night at the sultan’s grand party. It was to be held in the great hall in the imperial court in front of the great fountain. Eager to win Huriya’s freedom and to present his act to a wider set of potential patrons, the magician eagerly agreed.

The following night, the magician appeared before the sultan as agreed. Around him were all the imperial princes and princesses that controlled the land. His beloved, wearing her chains, stood among the sultan’s family. When all was ready, the sultan signaled silence, and the show began.

As the night before, the sultan’s guards slid the sleeves of the straitjacket over the magician’s arms and began to secure him within it. First they secured the straps in back, slowly enclosing the magician within the jacket. When done with the back, the guards pulled the magician’s arms about him and began to secure them in place. The magician noted, while they secured his crotch strap, that the guards pulled the straps tighter than the night before. He paid it no mind, for he was of great skill and did not begrudge the guards for wanting a little revenge. He had, after all, embarrassed them by escaping last night, and he would do so again now.

When the guards had finished securing the crotch strap, the magician turned to let the audience see just how tightly he had been restrained. He could see dismay beginning to cross their faces; he could see that they knew not how he would escape. He turned back around to face the sultan and was about to announce that he was ready to begin when suddenly a guard pulled a leather mask over magician’s mouth and nose. Surprised, the magician could not prevent the ball attached to the inside of the mask from slipping into his open mouth, and with his arms strapped in place, he could not prevent the guards from strapping the mask tight and padlocking it behind his head.

As the magician stood confused, the sultan asked him, “Do you agree to the conditions we discussed last night?”

The magician attempted to utter a response, but as the rubber ball filled his mouth, nothing escaped from his lips but muffled sounds.

“Glad that you agree,” said the sultan, signaling his guards to continue.

The magician watched as one guard began to wrap heavy chain around his torso and arms. He could feel his arms press into his body as each new loop of chain was secured into place. When done with his torso, the guard began to wrap a chain around the magician’s waist. At the same time, the magician felt leather slide around his neck as another guard padlocked a collar about his neck. The third guard approached with a pair of leather ankle cuffs connected by a short thick chain. He applied them to the magician as well. All the magician could do was grunt and groan as each restraint pulled tighter.

When the guards finished, the sultan signaled again, and the magician watched several women from the sultan's harem push an object towards the center of the room. It was covered with a large satin cloth decorated with a blue and white damask pattern made of flowers surrounding a skull. Once they had moved the object to the center of the court in front of the fountain, the sultan motioned to Huriya. She hesitated, but when the sultan gave her an impatient look, she walked over to the object. Swiftly yanking the drapery, she revealed a 4x4x4 foot cube made of mahogany with thick glass sides and a wooden top that locked into place. Two D-rings were nailed into its floor, and a third was nailed into the back side.

It was a small water tank.

The magician struggled as the sultan’s guards grabbed him and moved him towards the water tank, but restrained as he was, he was no match for them. They dragged him to the tank and dropped him inside. They were about to push his head down below the top when the sultan raised his hand.

Approaching the magician, the sultan whispered into his ear, “Are you having second thoughts? Just nod, and I will free you. Is this woman’s love really worth your life?”

The magician felt the straitjacket pulling on his shoulders and elbows. He felt his arms and his chains crushing his chest, making it harder from him to breath. He thought of the water tank: as it filled with water the straitjacket would begin to stick to his skin, and he would have to exert more effort as he would be pushing water. He thought of how his lungs would burn once the tank was filled with water and how he’d have to keep struggling with no air.

The magician looked at the sultan, then at the princes and princesses, and then at his beloved.

The magician looked into the sultan’s eyes and gave no nod.

The sultan signaled his guards.

The magician did not resist when the sultan’s guards padlocked his ankle chain to the floor of the water tank. He did not resist when they forced him to kneel and secured his waist chain to the floor. He made no struggle but submitted when they locked his collar to the tank’s side wall.

While the guards were securing the magician into the water tank, the harem began assembling a hand pump, connecting one end of its hose to the great fountain and the other to the water tank. Once connected, they padlocked each end of the hose into place so that no one could remove it. Each member of the harem dropped one of the keys to the padlocks between their breasts where no one would dare try to reach them in front of the sultan.

When all was finished, the guards and the harem vacated the court, and the sultan motioned to Huriya. The young magician craned his neck up as much as he could to watch his beloved approach him. She smiled at him for a moment, and he drank in her beautiful eyes. It lasted only a moment, and then, as he watched, as she slowly removed her hip scarf and folded it into a long band. He watched the world turn dark as Huriya secured the blindfold over his eyes, and he felt a small a tingle of pleasure as he felt her hands tighten the knot into place at the back of his head.

The entire court fell silent as Huriya slid the top of the water tank into place. When she closed the final lock that secured her lover in his prison, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoed throughout the court.

Huriya glanced over at the sultan, and he sternly nodded at her. Knowing better than to displease him, she moved to the pump and grasped its cold metal handle. She looked at the sultan one more time, but she saw no change.

Slowly, she began to pump water into the tank that imprisoned her lover. At first, the water came in slowly, merely sloshing around his feet and legs. However, as she slowly and methodically pumped, the water crept higher and higher. Huriya watched as she slowly covered his thighs, then his waist, then his arms. She watched her lover squirm and twist and writhe, but as she pumped the water up to his neck, not a lock nor a chain nor even a thread on his blindfold had moved out of place. He was helpless, as she was, watching herself slowly drown her lover.

When she had pumped the water over his head, the sultan signaled to his harem and guards. The guards grabbed Huriya and set her down next to the sultan as the harem placed the large damask cloth back over the water tank, obscuring the magician from view.

Tonight, will Huriya watch her lover free her by freeing himself? Or will she see his last defiant act of love and devotion?

The sultan does not understand why the young magician permitted himself to be shackled and imprisoned. The imperial prince and princesses do not understand, either. They do not understand the magic that love can do.

But Huriya knows and is unafraid for her lover. And you, dear reader, who understands love’s magic like Huriya does, know too.

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