I was the Queen of Persia

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A lewd laugh echoed through the cave: "I know you were once the most beautiful princess of the Hamdan dynasty, the moon of Aleppo, but from the moment you fell into my hands, your fate was destined to be mine!"

As he spoke, he playfully fiddled with a piece of cloth placed under the princess's bottom.

To be precise, it was a tattered battle flag, already in a terrible state, but the Arabic script embroidered with "Allah is the Greatest" and "the names of the rulers of Hamdan" was still legible. However, what was equally unpleasant was that it was covered in urine stains and various filth, completely losing the majesty that a battle flag should have.

“Oh dear, you’re ‘tainting’ your family’s honor again.” Musayab pulled out the piece of cloth and sniffed it provocatively.

"You despicable beast!" Selim gritted her teeth. "Allah will cast you into the fiery hell and subject your soul to endless torment!"

Snapped--!

Musayab's face darkened instantly upon hearing this. He raised his hand and viciously grabbed the princess's delicate neck, shouting, "You devil's bitch! Your country has already been destroyed by the Messirs (Fatima Egypt), and you're still being stubborn! Let me tell you, you will never escape from here, and your soul will be forever ravaged by me!"

Having said that, he pulled out the sturdy, straight spear and thrust it straight at the exposed valley.

“Despicable villains! Are you even Muslims?! You are nothing but crows! Vicious dogs! Even the most uncivilized Turkmen are more humane than you! Waaah, I curse you! I curse you!”

Selim cried out with tears streaming down her face, desperately shaking her hips in an attempt to avoid the intrusion of the foreign object, but because her hands and feet were tightly bound by the instruments of torture, she was completely unable to move.

Musayab became even more excited. He charged, tore, and vented his anger without restraint. His arrogant laughter echoed in the cave for a long time, terrifying the other imprisoned female slaves.

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at the same time.

Sahimian's detachment of the Sacred Torch Brigade, disguised, has arrived in Piranshahr. They are posing as dancers, mendicant nuns, and travelers, making extensive contact with the local population in search of any clues about the attackers.

With his strong information gathering and analysis skills, Shahini quickly determined that the armed forces that attacked the grain convoy were likely entrenched in the Zagros Mountains, and that their leaders and soldiers were mostly Arabs. Moreover, the attackers were not state-owned forces, but were likely a bandit or rebel group operating outside the state order.

What the female warriors hated most was that these bandits frequently raided villages lacking fortifications, abducting women to enslave them. They especially favored beautiful Armenian and Georgian women, repeatedly raping these unfortunate Christians. The abducted women were often found dead in the mountains and wilderness days later, their deaths extremely gruesome, demonstrating the extent of the abuse they suffered.

"A despicable hypocrite! An evil apostate! A venomous villain!"

Sahimian clenched her fists in anger. As a woman herself, she could not bear to witness such a horrific atrocity. She vowed to avenge the deaths of her fellow women, regardless of their ethnicity or religion.

Sahimian devised a plan to eliminate the traitors and informed his soldiers.

"So, you're going to disguise yourself as a dancer and deliberately get captured by those bandits to infiltrate their ranks?" a soldier asked after hearing her words.

“Exactly.” Sahimian nodded.

"By Hu Da!" The soldier looked astonished. "Sadar's wife, isn't this plan a bit too risky?"

Sahimian said seriously, "Sisters, there is an old saying among the Qin people: 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.' Now that the enemy is lurking in the shadows, only by adopting this plan can we make these hateful vipers show themselves as soon as possible."

"Yes, in that case, we will obey orders!" the female soldiers declared one after another.

They couldn't wait to cut off the heads of these thugs.

Chapter 179 Persian Dancer's "Battle" with Arabian Bandits (1)

Sahimian divided her forces into two groups: one group continued to lie in ambush in the city; the other group, including herself and 10 female warriors, disguised themselves as dancers in light gauze dresses and deliberately went into the mountains to lure the enemy out.

Sahimian bought a sheer shawl and a semi-transparent skirt from the bazaar, revealing her firm and tight navel. She also wore delicate and playful copper rings on her wrists and ankles, painted her toenails a seductive bright red, and used henna to paint erotic patterns on her hands and feet.

After a transformation, the 10 female soldiers became stunningly beautiful women. Their comrades joked that if they were to actually work as dancers, all the beauties in Azerbaijan and Kurdistan would pale in comparison.

With everything ready, Sahinian officially began implementing the plan.

……

The mountain camp of Musayab's gang.

The short, stocky bandit leader, still not satisfied, pulled the spear from Princess Selim's body, still dripping with white fluid, and tossed the unconscious princess aside.

Musayab picked up another broken piece of Hamdan's flag and roughly placed it under Serim's buttocks. Then he grabbed a large leather bag full of water and poured it into her mouth until her stomach swelled up.

"You lowly servant! Your buttocks are your battle flag, hurry up and pray to Allah! Pray that you can hold back your pee on it! Haha!" Musayab laughed wildly, yet felt that his desires had not been fully satisfied.

He rolled his evil eyes and looked at the several trembling, naked female slaves beside him—they were Rum, Armenians, and Yazid Kurds.

The female slaves were dragged in front of the bandit leader amidst terrified screams. They struggled desperately against his face covered in a thick beard, but were immediately met with resounding slaps, blood streaming from their mouths. They had no choice but to give in and abandon their futile struggles.

Musayab planned to enjoy them one by one; for a Bedouin chieftain like him, indulgence was perfectly normal. Arabs often regarded the number of wives and concubines as a symbol of status and position: not to mention the Caliph's harem of countless concubines, even any Bedouin sheikh in Yemen or Najd could enjoy the service of numerous women day and night.

at this time.

“Boss, I’m sorry to bother you, please forgive my intrusion, but… we’ve found some new prey down the mountain.” Outside the stone gate, an Arab soldier stammered as he reported his “discovery.”

"Damn bastard!" Musayab kicked the female slave aside and strode forward angrily. "You'd better bring me some good news that will shock me, or you'll be facing a cold, sharp sword!"

The soldiers were terrified, knowing that they had disturbed their master's enjoyment and might suffer terrible punishment.

But he had no choice, because Musayab ordered that anyone who saw a woman passing through the mountains must report to him. After inspection, the woman would be taken up the mountain as a slave for his pleasure. If any of his henchmen knew about it but did not report it, thus missing the opportunity, they would be subjected to even more severe punishment.

The soldier knew that only by revealing what he had seen and winning his master's favor could he possibly avoid torture. So he quickly reported to his master what he had seen while keeping watch on the "Persian dancer".

“Persians?” Musayab frowned for a moment. “I have many female slaves in my ‘harem,’ but so far none of them are Persians. They’re perfect for me to capture and play with in the mountains.”

Seeing that his expression had eased slightly, the soldiers quickly launched into a long description of the beauty of the "Persian dancers," claiming that compared to these "Persian dancers," all the female slaves in the cave were nothing more than insignificant beauties.

This was the conclusion he reached after disguising himself as a woodcutter in the mountains and observing closely, and it was also the rhetoric he used to please his master.

"Excellent!" Musayab laughed loudly upon hearing this. "More than three hundred years ago, the prophet Umar attacked Sassanid Persia and captured a large number of Persian noblewomen as slaves. Now we will also enjoy the pleasures of the Caliphs!"

He then ordered his bandits and thieves to raid and abduct them into the stronghold.

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Sahimian led her female warriors through the mountains. They were all dressed in bright colors, with exquisite makeup, and exuded a captivating charm with every gesture. They wore sandals like those worn by dancers, and walked slowly, pretending to be taking a stroll in the mountains.

Dust was approaching from afar, accompanied by a rough howl.

“The enemy has taken the bait.” Sahimian’s red lips curled into a sly smile as she immediately signaled to her comrades to get ready.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of Bedouin-Arab riders rushed in, like a pack of hunting wolves, and surrounded the "Persian dancers".

"God above... what are you trying to do?!" Sahini and the others pretended to be very scared, huddling together and trembling, but this pitiful act would only further fuel the raiders' ambitions.

The Arab riders charged forward with a whoosh, forcibly "snatched" them onto their horses, and rode away.

However, in several hidden hilltops nearby, Sahini's spies had been monitoring everything that was happening. After ascertaining the bandits' route and camp, they quickly returned to Piranshahr and organized their fighting force.

……

The bandits of Musayab's gang "abducted" female warriors such as Shahinian to their mountain camp.

Sahimian appeared pale, but in reality, she was calmly observing her surroundings and the enemy's troop deployment.

She assessed that although the bandits were numerous and ruthless, they were essentially a disorganized mob with a chaotic structure. Their camp defenses were far from impregnable, and their equipment was generally poor, so they wouldn't last long in a proper battle.

She noticed a middle-aged man with a large, hooked nose and a razor-sharp beard slowly approaching her. He was dressed better, and his henchmen treated him with utmost respect. Clearly, this was the gang leader.

"Ha! Not bad! A face like the moon, eyes like a deer, a waist like a pine tree. I swear on my beard, she's a real beauty!" Musayab roughly pinched Sahinian's face and laughed evilly.

Sahini put on the airs of a courtesan and said in fluent Arabic, "Ah! Great warrior, your bravery has touched my heart, and I am willing to submit to you."

Her comrades also followed suit, striking coquettish poses and even extending their arms to hook around Musayab's neck.

"Haha! Great! That's wonderful!"

Musayab was completely mesmerized by the group of alluring "Persian dancers" and longed to strip them naked, pin them down, and unleash his pent-up desires.

But he had other matters to attend to at the moment, so he ordered that Sahinnian and the others be locked in the cave where female slaves were imprisoned, to be enjoyed slowly later.

Chapter 180 Persian Dancer's "Battle" with Arabian Bandits (2)

"Get in! Don't try anything funny, we're watching you!"

Several sangmen armed with knives, who were black eunuchs, led Sahinnian and the others into the cave.

As Sahinnian stepped into the cave, she was shocked by the horrific sight: numerous naked women huddled in a corner, trembling, their eyes filled with numbness and fear. A heavy stench assaulted their nostrils, and following the increasingly strong smell of urine, they saw a proud and unyielding body bound to instruments of torture, displayed before the Samanian warriors.

The women imprisoned there also noticed their arrival. While lamenting their own misfortune and suffering, they also felt heartbroken and regretful for these "new victims."

"Yasmin, Shirin, you two comfort the girl over here; Nilufar, Nafisa, you two go over there..." Sahinian assigned the tasks and went straight to the woman who was tied to the shackles.

"Women of the Hamdan family?" Sahinien crouched down and picked up the dirty and tattered Hamdan dynasty battle flag from the ground.

Selim turned her head to the side and remained silent. On the one hand, her dignity and chastity had been completely destroyed, and she had no face to face her now-destroyed homeland; on the other hand, she suspected that the "dancer" before her had willingly sold herself to Musayab, becoming his accomplice.

"Isn't this just a test and trial given by God?"

Shahini didn't get angry when she didn't answer, but continued to say to herself: "Before God entrusts someone with a duty and a heavy responsibility, He always makes them suffer. Take Queen Shahzani of the Samanid dynasty, for example. She shouldered the heavy responsibility of restoring her homeland, endured unimaginable suffering, and finally raised the banner of the Shah of Iran again, reviving her homeland that had been destroyed."

These words brought hope to Selim, who was in despair: if the Samanid dynasty could rise from the ashes, then the Hamdan dynasty could certainly do it too!

"Who...who are you? How do you know so much?" Selim looked at Sahimian, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

“I am just a believer in God,” Shahini said calmly.

She certainly wouldn't reveal her identity and plans now, especially in this crowded and unsettling setting. However, their relationship gradually warmed up.

Through Selim's words, Sahimian astutely deduced that she was a noblewoman from the Hamdan royal family, perhaps a princess, a royal consort, or the wife or daughter of a high-ranking official.

"Now the remnants of Hamdan's regime are eager to restore their state, and they have many grudges against the Caliph, the Rum and the Fatimids, and they have similar interests with Iran. If she is indeed a princess of the Hamdan dynasty, she is a good candidate to win over and use."

Sahimian pondered to herself, already forming a step-by-step plan in her mind.

at this time.

Clang!

The stones sealing the cave entrance were pushed aside, and several Sangji eunuchs wielding sharp blades walked in.

"Listen up, Persians! Our master demands that you go and perform the dance immediately! Go now! Don't try any tricks!" They glared fiercely at the female slaves and drew their swords.

Sahimian winked at her comrades, then gracefully rose and left.

……

Inside Musayab’s large tent, the lights were on and shadows swayed. The bandit leaders, big and small, sat together, enjoying various delicacies obtained from plundering, hunting, and gathering grass—grouper chicken, fried naan bread, braised rice with meat, and roasted mutton—which were laid out everywhere.

Led by Sahimian, the "Persian dancers" filed in. They danced barefoot, their beautiful bodies partially hidden beneath thin gauze skirts, gold and copper ornaments swaying and jingling with their alluring movements.

Sahini also recited poems by the Arab poet Mutanabi, her voice as soft and sweet as a nightingale's, immersing the listener in endless tenderness.

Musayab frequently raised his cup, downing the fine liquor in one gulp. Although devout Muslims are supposed to abstain from alcohol, few seem to strictly adhere to this doctrine. But for bandits who rob and plunder, indulgence is perfectly normal.

Sahimian winked at Musayab, swaying her hips as she approached the bandit leader. Her beautiful eyes were full of affection, captivating and alluring. She reached out and stroked his broad, muscular chest, teasing every nerve in his body.

He was utterly powerless to resist such a charming and alluring woman dancing a sensual dance that was only performed in the courts of the Shahs, Sultans, Emirs, and Caliphs.

"Good! Truly a rare find!" Musayab stretched out his large hand and embraced Sahinian's pine-like waist, his smile becoming increasingly aggressive.

Sahimian's demeanor and expression grew increasingly alluring, as if the banshee Jah (a lustful demon under the command of the devil Ahriman, used to tempt the world) had captivated the bandit leader's soul. Her delicate hands moved erratically, her thin gauze skirt cascading down to her ankles, her plump buttocks slightly upturned, and her long, slender legs fully exposed. Her jewel-like red lips whispered in the bandit leader's ear, eliciting heavy panting from the man.

Musayab was completely captivated. He grabbed the Persian woman in front of him and pulled her into the side curtain of the couch. The bandit leader, who was so engrossed in the beautiful woman, did not notice the unusual weight of the woman in his arms.

Musayab pried open the Persian woman's bright red thong and thrust his thick spear into her.

Sahimian was enveloped in pleasure, a mixture of fire, desire, and hatred for the enemy before her. She opened her blood-red mouth wide and clamped it around the spear, sucking and swallowing it fiercely, while her strong thighs gripped the man's waist tightly.

She could have easily dealt with him right now, but upon closer reflection, she realized that the reason this bandit leader had gathered such power might be because he had other political backers. Why not take advantage of his current state of confusion and infatuation to manipulate his body and obtain more information?

The thought flashed through Sahinian's mind, and she immediately increased the intensity of her movements. Her strong, firm muscles squeezed and contracted even more vigorously, and the warm, moist, and slippery flower path, like steel clamps and iron hoops, firmly controlled the bandit leader, making him unable to break free and completely become a puppet of desire.

With frantic twisting and sucking, Sahinien absorbed wave after wave of Musayab's scorching essence into her abdomen, storing it to nourish herself. She certainly wanted to kill this bandit leader, but before doing so, she had to drain him of all his remaining value.

Taking this opportunity, Sahimian whispered in his ear, causing him to uncontrollably reveal many unknown and ugly secrets.

Chapter 181 Persian Dancer's "Battle" with Arabian Bandits (3)

The fierce battle, which left both drenched in sweat, continued, with both Sahinian and Musayab giving their all to gain the upper hand.

Under the chaotic manipulation and control, Musayab revealed his "shady dealings" with certain political, military, and religious forces...

It turns out that his gang was not simply a rebel force of the Ugal dynasty; behind them was the more deeply rooted "big tree" of the Caliph of Baghdad.

Currently, the Abbasid Caliph is Qadir I, but he is nearly sixty years old and his energy is waning. His beloved son Qaim is still young, which has led to the gradual transfer of power to his illegitimate son Mustafa.

Mustafa, in his early twenties, was a vigorous and ambitious man, deeply devout. He sought to rebuild the Caliphate's appeal among all Muslims. To this end, he secretly contacted various religious, tribal, and armed forces, using religious sectarian ties as a means of communication. These included Muslim officials who shared his faith, rebels from various Islamic dynasties, nomadic Bedouin tribes in the desert, and certain fanatical religious militias. He attempted to leverage these forces to free the Abbasid Caliphate from the control of the Byzantine Empire, the Turkic Guard, and others, and to re-establish the authority of the Arab Empire.

Musayab admitted that he was one of the armed men recruited by Mustafa, and that while plundering to support the war effort, he was also responsible for secretly supplying Mustafa with supplies and male and female slaves.

……

Shahinian realized that this matter was of great significance, as it confirmed Queen Shahzani's conjecture: "The Baikal people and the Caliph are not a monolithic entity; when faced with conflicting interests, they will eventually part ways."

Having gathered enough valuable information and having accumulated a great deal of essence through her promiscuity, Sahinian decided to end this "sweating" "battle" with another battle.

Musayab was still reveling in the wonderful touch and the tight, smooth feeling of being enveloped, his body completely drained. Little did he know that at that very moment, death, Azrael, had already descended upon him.