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Hi.
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2___The_Sultan's_Heir__________________________________________by_Tigger_
head, how to look innocent, how to look NOT so innocent. She'd begun her
lessons in the arts and techniques of seduction and lovemaking and those had
not been fun at all. The burning ache in her bottom and the numb, stretched
feeling of her lips and mouth were a constant reminders of how difficult
those lessons had been and how demanding a teacher Lady Reyna was.
Along with the crushing, unrelenting grasp of her girdle, the "punishments"
for not moving properly or gracefully were, in large part, responsible for
her other pained parts. She could do nothing about the girdle, but Shamarra
resolved she would do much better tomorrow in her deportment lessons. Her
and her mother's lives depended on it. And with that reaffirmation, she let
her eyes drift closed in sleep.
Reyna, Torack and Ali attended the Sultana in her chambers. "Actually, she
did remarkably well. I was greatly surprised, but I believe the fate of her
mother drives her."
"She moves well, then?" Leisha asked.
Reyna nodded. "Yes. She's very graceful and very determined to learn.
Still, she is a sixteen year old boy so she forgets often enough that I was
able to keep her walking on her tiptoes much of the day." the Sultana
nodded. Forcing a young one who tended to stride rather than glide to stand
and walk on tiptoe was a favored teaching tool among the women of the harem.
"It wore on her as the day passed and I suspect she is going to be hurting
quite a bit in the instep and calves tomorrow. That will give me the excuse
I will need to really punish her." Reyna added matter of factly.
Guilt still tugged at the Sultana's heart. "If she is doing so well, is it
really necessary to hurt her that way, Reyna?"
Reyna smiled gently at her longtime friend and confidante.
"She will face it sooner or later, Lady. Best she face it now and learn to
fear it. We won't really harm her, although she will think we are killing
her. Others won't be so kind."
"My son in particular, Reyna?" The Sultana asked resignedly. Reyna
remained silent - the question did not require an answer.
"I myself will administer the punishment, Lady." Ali added in is calm
voice. "It will be no worse than it must be to get the child's full
attention and to help her fully understand and respect its affects."
The Sultana nodded her acquiescence. "Very well. How did the other
training go?"
Reyna grinned. "We used only the smallest of the probes. I suspect she
prefers taking them in her mouth to taking them in her bottom, but she did
both without verbal complaint. She will have to learn more pleasing facial
expressions." Reyna imitated one of her pupil's pained grimaces and then
laughed. "Somehow, I don't think the look of a constipated cow in labor
will do much to arouse your son, but she has time and she will acclimate to
the intrusion. Once she is confident about her ability to accept the
phallus and knows that it will not damage her, we can teach her to look more
seductive while she does it."
"Anything else?" Leisha asked.
Torack nodded and removed a very small, cage-like device from his robes.
Three circles of metal, each of steadily decreasing diameter were connected
to one another by three screw devices attached to the circles equidistantly
about their perimeters. The device looked like the framing of a truncated
cone. The top two, smaller rings were bisected with a metal post that
connected to the individual rings perimeters. "I found the design for these
in one of the old texts. They are meant to "train" a woman's nipples. The
way these work is that each nipple is pierced twice - once on the areola and
once on the tip itself. This post," he indicated the one in the smallest
ring, "goes through the tip while the post in the middle ring goes through
the areola. The largest ring is set against the breast itself as the base
of the device. Then, we periodically adjust these little screws and stretch
the tip and the areola out from the chest. Gradually,they become "trained"
to stay out like that. I thought we might use these and later some
decorative ones on our subject. If we cannot give her breasts, we can still
adorn her this way."
Reyna picked up the device and played with it. "How large can the nipple be
made to grow?" she asked.
"I am sure the results vary. Some women have very large areolas, but having
the entire thing expand this much from the breast, " he held up his thumb
and indicated the first joint from the tip, "is not uncommon. Unlike her
male parts, our young houri's nipples are already rather large and full for
a male. I should think we could get comparable results from her."
"When can we do it?" asked Leisha.
"We can use these immediately." Torack stated. "The decorative ones will
take time to fabricate. The surgery should be given some time to heal
afterwards, though."
Reyna spoke up. "She is going to be indisposed for a day or so after the
punishment anyway. We could keep her restricted to her room for a few days
afterwards by saying she is suffering her monthly. That would give you five
days or so, Torack."
The young physician nodded. "Yes, that will do. After that we can start
extending the rings slowly. That way, she will be healing, but will still
form scar tissue from the surgery that will help keep her nipples erect."
"So be it." Leisha directed. "Do the surgery tomorrow after she has been
punished. Get all of the pain out of the way as quickly as possible." Her
supporters bowed and let themselves out of the room.
Punishment.
Shamarra could do nothing correctly the next day. Muscle stiffness had set
in, making it impossible for her to move about with any ease or grace what
so ever. Reyna's countenance became grimmer with each passing minute, her
observations more caustic and mocking. "You simply are not trying, little
one. I warned you that you would suffer if you did not try. Now, you will
truly learn the meaning of pain.
Insure it is a lesson you need be taught only once." She pulled a bellrope
furiously. Ali appeared almost immediately.
"Ali, this little bitch is not applying herself. She is to be punished.
Five strokes, please."
"Yes, Mistress." the Keisler Agha replied, and led the frightened Shamarra
away.
Shamarra soon found herself seated in a chair with her bared feet extended
straight out before her. A pillory type stock held her ankles. Golden
strings, tied to each of her big toes, pulled them back up and were fixed to
the top of the stocks. This forced her feet to stay nearly vertical and
prevented her from moving them in the slightest. Her wrists were strapped
to the arms of the chair while another strap held her torso fixed to the
chair's back.
Fear curled in her guts as she watched the massive black eunuch set down his
sword and pick up a long thin baton. It was nearly as long as her arm and
as thick as her thumb and it made a frightening whistling sound as Ali
whipped it back and forth.
Reyna arrived then, and after approving Shamarra's positioning, nodded to
Ali.
The cane whistled again and fire seared the soles of Shamarra's feet. No
one needed to tell her to pitch her voice femininely this time. The shriek
of pain and surprise was completely appropriate to her new station in life,
as was the one that followed the second stroke.
Dispassionately, Reyna noted that the girl had lost control of her bladder
on the third stroke. A growing dark circle on her silk pantalettes marked
the spot of her girdle's grate.
Shamarra passed out after the fifth and final stroke. Ali shook his head,
sadly. He had not expected to actually have to deliver that stroke. Most
of the girls who faced this test passed out after the fourth, and some after
the third. They were told that they still received the full measure of
their punishment. This one had not passed out and Ali had laid onthe last
blow harder than he wanted to assure that. The girl would now remember the
bastinado with due respect, and would do anything to avoid it in the future.
As the conspirators had intended from the very start.
Reyna looked at the girl. "Call Torack, Ali. Let us do the other part
while she is unconscious. We don't need her to hurt any more than is
necessary." Ali bowed and went to find the healer while Reyna went to
release the bonds holding thechild.
----------
"It is over? The child is all right?" Leisha asked.
Reyna nodded shakily. She had not enjoyed this day's work. "She is
sleeping now. Torack administered a potion after he installed the nipple
devices and pierced her ears. Tomorrow is soon enough for more training.
She won't be able to walk before then, anyway."
Leisha turned to Ali who nodded. "The little one took it very well. I
had to be much more harsh than I intended or expected to be. However, she
will now respect and fear the bastinado, so it served its purpose. She will
not want to repeat the experience. It also might..." He trailed off
consideringly. "It might be useful to have that as a threatagainst his
Mother, as well."
Leisha looked pained, but Reyna nodded. "Yes. She will do almost anything
to make up for her "failure" to protect her mother. Even the least hint
would probably assure her full and continued cooperation."
The Sultana looked at her friend, disgust evident in her lovely eyes. "Are
we right, Reyna? The Holy Ones would say what we are doing is an
abomination, what we intend to have her do a crime against God. That says
nothing about what we are doing to that child."
"What is our alternative, Leisha? Let Cera's son become Sultan when your
son is set aside, probably killed for his sin? What is the greater evil?
What we propose, or letting the Sultancy fall to a simple minded fool who
will lead the Empire to destruction at the cost of thousands of lives? What
is the life of one small boy, who will then continue to live a life of great
luxury, I might add, against all those lives?"
Leisha closed her eyes and sighed. "You are right, of course. It would be
nice to know that we have a chance of succeeding."
Torack spoke up. "The device is ready to test, Lady. If we could test
it, that would at least tell us if the scheme is viable. Have you decided
who to test it upon?"
"Jenna." Leisha said resignedly. Jenna was the child of a concubine who had
died giving her birth. Jenna had been too long in the birth canal and it
had affected her mind. Although her body was beautifully mature, her mind
remained that of a child. "She won't be able to tell anyone how it happened
if it works and everyone loves her so much that she will not be killed for
it when it is discovered. Now all we need is the seed."
"We have a ready source, Lady." Torack said quietly. "Shamarra."
Eyes wide, the Sultana absorbed that. "Indeed. Jenna had her last menses a
seven day ago, so we can assume she will be fertile in the next five to
eight days." She turned her eyes to Reyna.
Reyna smiled impishly. "Shamarra will be well on in her training by then.
It might be time to add a bit of sensual pleasure into the mix by then. I
think I know just how we will do it."
"It would be best if we could do it each day during the critical period."
Torack added helpfully.
Reyna nodded. "It can be done. Just tell me how best to collect the seed."
----------
Five days after the punishment, Shamarra was doing another dancing exercise
under the watchful eye of the Lady Reyna. The pair of them had been alone
during that time. Reyna had noised it about that the punishment had brought
on the girl's first period, so no one had come to visit the "unclean" one.
Which was just as well since Shamarra had needed the time to heel from both
of her ordeals.
The residual pain in her feet made her very careful where and how she placed
each foot, which made her movements appear very sensuous and feminine. It
definitely pleased her instructress, which was perhaps the only advantage
Shamarra could find in that horrific experience. Now, whenever Reyna told
her she was not moving properly, all she had to do was recall the agony of
the bastinado to lighten her steps.
At least her nipples had stopped bleeding. Whatever the purpose of those
metal cages were, they were bloody irritating. They pulled painfully, and
made her breasts so very sensitive. The largest ring, the one that rested
on her chest, was at least a hand-span in diameter. Shamarra thought there
was some slight swelling inside that ring as the two smaller rings stretched
her nipples out from her chest. She did NOT sleep on her tummy anymore.
She was learning to live with the crushing grip of the girdle. Reyna still
strung her up by her hands every morning and tightened the device before the
morning meal. It made breathing and eating very difficult, but even she had
to admit the visual results were striking. She was within a few finger
widths of the additional hand-span Reyna had promised to takeoff her waist.
The combination the tiny waist and the slightly augmented hips were
beautifully feminine. Another effect of the belt was to restrict her pelvic
movements making it all but impossible for her to stride out anymore. Now,
shecould only move with a languid, hip-rolling gait that also pleased her
sharp eyed instructress.
The training with the ivory and rubber male tools was also going well. She
could now accommodate a lingam quite as large as her own in her bottom
without too much pain and an evenlarger one in her mouth without gagging.
She had balked only once, and Reyna's offer to let her watch Ali punish her
mother for Shamarra's sins had quickly ended that little rebellion. The
image of her gentle, innocent mother writhing as Ali whipped her feet had
been too horrible to consider. So shedid her very best to do as she was
told and taught.
After the dance lesson would be lessons in making herself beautiful with
cosmetics and dressing her hair. Then, more training on the phallus.
Shamarra wished she knew what this was all leading up to, although it was
clear she was to be given to a man. Beyond that, she had no idea what this
was all about, and perhaps, that was just as well. She only hoped, that
whatever her mission was, she would not regret accepting death when it had
been offered, for that was no longer an option. Now, her mother's life
weighed in the balance, too.
Still, as hard as she was working and as humiliating as the lessons often
were, she had never lived so well in her life. The food, what she could eat
of it, was wonderful. Her bed was so comfortable that she reveled in the
simple pleasure of laying herself down upon it. That said nothing of having
the very lovely Lady Reyna sleeping with her every night. More than once
the proximity of the nearly nude, sweet smelling and warm woman had
painfully reminded the boy girl of her male parts restricted so tightly in
the chastity's metal tube. And the clothes were magnificent. In her most
secret mind, she had to be honest and admit that she loved the soft, sensual
garments that now adorned her body. The touch of silk and satin gliding
across her skin sent shivery pulses of delight up her spine.
Were those gifts enough to balance what she had lost? Would she have been
this ... . happy, was the only word that fit. This happy if she had still
been Selim? She did not know, but then, it really made no difference. She
was Shamarra now, and she would do what was required of her. For her
Mother's sake and for her own.
The music changed to a faster tune, and Shamarra gracefully moved into the
more rapid steps of the new dance. She only winced once when her still
tender feet landed too hard on the floor. Spinning sensually, she lifted
her arms to offer herself and her dance to her as yet unseen master.
Off to one side of the floor, Reyna stood watching her charge. She saw
something in the girl's dance that had not been here before, a new openness,
and new sexuality starting to bud within her. Quietly pleased, she smiled.
---------------
The next day, Shamarra had been permitted to leave her quarters in the
company of Reyna once again. On the day after that, she was taken to a room
with a strange hassock as the only furnishing. Reyna made Shamarra kneel in
front of the hassock and then lay her body over it. Shamarra jumped back up
when her upper body's weight landed momentarily on the nipple cages. More
carefully this time, she moved so that her breasts hung over on the other
side of the hassock. This served to lift her up off her knees and raise her
bottom up.
Reyna affixed restraints to the girl's arms and thighs, holding her fast
against the legs of the divan. Pulling a key from a pocket in her own
girdle, Reyna undid the lock on the back of Shamarra's girdle. The crotch
piece of the chastity dropped down. Reyna then unlaced the satin sheathe,
freeing Shamarra's male parts for the first time in nearly two weeks.
Gently, the older woman massaged the freed penis which immediately sprang to
full erection. She measured it with an experienced eye and moved off to a
small chest of drawers that was hidden from Shamarra's view by a screen.
She removed her clothes and donned a special girdle before moving out from
behind the screen.
Shamarra's eyes went wide when she saw her mentor. Reyna was still a
beautiful woman and Shamarra, for all her recent training and all her will
to the contrary, was still an adolescent male with an over abundance of
hormones. Reyna moved over to stand directly in front of her pupil. Once
she had the child's full attention, she took her hand from behind her and
slowly, deliberately installed the ivory colored phallus into the holding
device in her girdle. The irony of it was not lost on either of them.
Shamarra, a male who was being given the attributes of a woman, now faced
Reyna who was now adorned with the primary attribute of the male.
"It is time, my little one, to begin your training in love making as a
woman." She gripped her erection and fondled it sensuously. "This is no
larger than you are, little one, and smaller than the ones you have been
dealing with in your classes. So, let us begin. Show me how you worship
your lover with your mouth and tongue. Make me want you." Her voice was
husky, soft, and it was driving Shamarra mad.
Tentatively, she lifted her head to tongue at the tip of the toy, before
taking more and more of it into her mouth. Reyna softly encouraged her
pupil, massaging her, teasing her and praising her. She gently corrected
technique when needed, but mostly let the girl have her way. A mirror,
strategically placed behind the girl, let Reyna gauge her student's arousal
by the length of her penis. Shamarra was becoming increasingly aroused by
this play.
Deciding it was time for the next act in their play, Reyna extricated the
dildo from Shamarra's mouth and moved behind her. "It is time, my love, for
you to feel loved while being filled like a woman." Moving slowly, she
nudged the blunt tip between the soft, rounded cheeks of the girl's
buttocks.
Reflexively, Shamarra clenched against the intruder which brought a teasing
slap on her ass. "Relax, little one. I am not going to hurt you. Let it
happen and I will make it wonderful for you." Reyna crooned.
More aroused than she could ever remember being, Shamarra forced herself to
relax and felt the head easily pop inside her. The lubricated shaft
followed and slid smoothly into her depths. Slowly, Reyna thrust in and out
of the young student's bottom, and was soon rewarded by groans of helpless
pleasure from the girl. Soon, the girl was trying to meet herthrusts, but
was held fast to the hassock.
Sensing the moment of truth, Reyna leaned over the girl and began to fondle
a pierced nipple with one hand, while she took a firm grasp on the girl's
erect penis with the other. The three pronged assault on Shamarra's ragged
senses made her scream in need, then she went absolutely still for several
long seconds.
Suddenly, she lurched into Reyna's hand as her orgasm took her. Reyna rode
with it, fondling and thrusting to encourage more pleasure for the girl.
Most importantly, she aimed Shamarra's penis with her hand so that the
ejaculation spurted into a small porcelain bowl placed there for that
purpose.
Once the crisis past, Reyna gently untied her charge, refastened the
chastity and then helped her to the harem baths. Unseen by either woman,
Torack slipped into the room and retrieved the porcelain bowl.
------------
Shamarra lay awake beside the sleeping Reyna. The day had been the first
really positive thing she had experienced since giving her word to the
Sultana Valideh. If this was what she could expect in the future, she could
live with that. Of course, whoever they were preparing her for, would have
a real penis and no breasts. She'd close her eyes and think of Reyna.
And speaking of breasts, it had hurt when Reyna had played with her nipples
tonight, but it was a very nice hurt. It was like her penis was connected
right to her nipple. Cautiously, she brought her hands up to breasts. They
were growing, justa bit, since Torack adjusted them everyday. Little bulges
of flesh were developing in behind the mechanically distended nipples.
Nothing like the lovely, rounded bosom of her teacher, but she was not flat
any longer. And the sensitivity had not gone away. If anything, the more
they stretched, the more sensitive they became.
Reyna shifted and woke. She reached across to Shamarra and rested her arm
upon the girl. "Go to sleep, little one. You have much to do tomorrow."
Sighing with something akin to happiness, Shamarra snuggled up against
Reyna's soft, warm body, and let sleep take her.
-------------
Four weeks later, the conspirators met again in the Sultana's apartments.
"I still cannot say for sure, but Jenna has not had her monthly in over six
weeks and her nurse tells me she is usually very predictable. We can be
nearly positive in another two or three weeks."
"Still, it is encouraging, Torack." the Sultana said. "You have done very
well. We now have at least the possibility of success." She turned to
Reyna. "And how is your prodigy?"
Reyna smiled with true pleasure. "Very well, Lady. She has been working
very hard and it shows. She no longer has to think first when she is doing
something or when she speaks. And the gold breast ornaments that Torack
devised to replace the nipple cages give her the illusion of a small bosom.
I have been letting her interact with the selected young women of the harem
and none of them have penetrated her disguise. As she gains confidence in
her new persona, we will increase the number of women she meets. I think we
can count on her to do her part."
"I am going to have Shamarra's mother look after Jenna and the child."
Leisha said. "We may never be able to tell her the entire story, but I
think it is seemly that she have the primary responsibility for her
grandchild. What comes next?"
Torack answered. "We can do nothing about rebreeding Jenna until she
shows she is not pregnant. Shamarra's body is now as feminine as we can
make it. The girdle has been laced to its maximum tightness, and the breast
decorations have pulled her areolas as far out as I think we safely can
without tearing the nipple."
Reyna continued. "To all outward appearances, she is a lovely young girl
who is somewhat small bosomed. She is graceful, accomplished and skilled
with her cosmetics and appearance. Sexually, she now easily accepts normal
sized phalluses, and often finds her own pleasure during those exercises. I
tested her oral skills on one of the eunuchs who can still achieve an
erection and she did very well."
Leisha turned to Ali. "Lady, I think it is time to bring Lady Khumar into
our circle. Ultimately, she is the one who has the final task." Khumar was
the first Khadin of Leisha's son.
"Failing that, we must look to your sons other khadins. That is not the
best plan, for the more people involved, the more likely we will be
discovered."
"True." Leisha said. "Though it is highly unlikely that myson's khadins
will chance losing the rank and position of being one of the new Sultan's
consorts."
"Each khadin has many servants, Lady, and servants will always talk among
themselves." Ali said, quietly.
Acknowledging that, the Sultana Valideh rang for her maid servant. "Invite
the Khadin Khumar to break her fast with me tomorrow morning. We will dine
in the garden by the fountain." She waited for the woman to leave. "Ali,
the area around the fountain is open so you will be able to keep an eye on
us tomorrow. Ensure we are alone, please." Ali nodded his understanding.
---------------
Two weeks later, the band of conspirators were buoyed with confidence.
Torack was now convinced that Jenna was pregnant. Khumar had been told what
was planned, had promised her support and had accepted her role in the plot.
Shamarra had blossomed under Reyna's sternly loving tutelage and was now
everything a candidate for a Sultan's bed should be. Except truly being
female. She had even become very popular with the other young women in the
harem. She had passed every test and was accepted by all who met her as
exactly what she appeared to be - a very lovely young woman. All was as it
needed to be.
Almost.
Reyna stood at the entrance to the walled garden and watched her young
charge walking alone among the flowers and plants. What disturbed the
Teacher of Womanly Arts was the surreptitious glances that Shamarra would
occasionally make in the direction of the large tree in the corner of the
garden. The tree that had first given young Selim, son of Rascheed, access
to the harem. The tree in which Selim had been captured so that Shamarra
could be born.
A terrible thought occurred to Reyna and she moved quickly to a place
beside her distracted student. She made no comment and neither did
Shamarra; they merely continued the walk about the garden. Then, Shamarra's
gaze slipped up to the big tree again. Reyna's voice broke the bird-song
filled silence.
"Even if you could make it up the tree, where would you go? What would you
do?" She asked softly.
Shamarra's perfectly made up face turned up at the taller woman, a resigned
smile stealing over her mouth. "You don't have to worry, Reyna, I won't go.
I gave my word. Since you have my Mother, my honor is all I have left of
Selim. I probably would not go if you did not have my Mother, but to answer
your question, there is no place for me out there. Nothing for me to do out
there, except die."
"Then that seems like a very poor choice, little one." She took Shamarra's
arm and led her to the small table near the fountain. They sat and listened
to the gurgling water in silence. "Tell me what is bothering you, little
one." Reyna finally asked.
Shamarra sighed. "The unknown, Reyna, and also the known. I know that I am
being prepared to be given up to a man . ." she faltered for a moment and
then pressed on, "for his use. I am afraid of that."
Reyna took the small, manicured hand in hers. "The man is known to be
gentle, little one." Reyna cringed inwardly at the necessary lie, but then
forced herself to remain pleasant as she continued. "And he will do nothing
to you that I have not done or had done to you." That at least was the
truth, she thought, grimly remembering the girl's trial under Ali's cane.
Tears welled up in Shamarra's eyes. "But... . but. ." Reyna squeezed
gently on the hand she still held and raised one imperious brow in stern
command. Shamarra broke. "But I love you." she whooshed out in a rush.
Reyna was momentarily taken aback, but then smiled. It was a gentle smile
that Shamarra had not seen very often in the preceding months. The older
woman drew the girl closer and held her close. "And I have come to love
you, little one. And I promise, nothing that we are going to ask of you
will be beyond what you have learned. The Sultana, Ali and I will all
protect you."
"But what if I fail? What if I do something wrong? Won't you all be in
danger, too? I couldn't bear it if you suffered because of something I did
or did not do. That was why I was thinking of escape. It might be easier
to die without having tried than to fail and still die knowing others died
with you."
"You will not fail, dear. I, Reyna, have personally trained you." she said
with imperious arrogance. "You cannot help but succeed."
The gambit had the effect Reyna had wanted. A watery giggle slipped from
the girl. "Well, that certainly puts an end to that worry." She rested her
head on Reyna's shoulder. "Still, I wish I knew more of what I am to do.
It might not be so frightening, then."
"The unknown is always frightening, Shamarra. Soon, the Sultana Valideh
will tell you what you must do. I already know, but am sworn to secrecy.
Trust me on this - you can do it and you will succeed."
Shamarra raised her hand, still held in Reyna's own, up to her lips and
kissed the older woman's hand. "It is so different, Reyna. Sometimes it is
very difficult not to wish I had never seen that forsaken tree."
"Different is not always bad, little one. What was so good about being
Selim that you would go back to being him now?" Her tone indicated that she
could not imagine anything could be.
A sigh answered her. "I do not know, Reyna, and that is the problem. I
have no idea what I would be doing or could be doing as Selim. My father
used to end his daily prayers by giving thanks that he had been born a man
and not a woman. It gives me cause to wonder."
"Bah!" Reyna's epithet snapped Shamarra's head up in confusion. "He prayed
that way because he was ignorant orafraid or both. Use your head, girl.
What did Selim have that can possibly compare with what you have? Look at
yourclothes, your jewelry, your living space, even the girdle and breast
baubles that imprison your sex. Did Selim ever have anything so fine, so
rich? Selim would likely have died on the streets at an early age. I can
think of nothing thatShamarra cannot do better than that ... ." she
searched fora strong enough word. "Boy!"
Tentatively, Shamarra offered. "He could have children to carry on my
father's line." Her hand went to the chastity about her waist. "I can
neither father them, nor carry another man's seed."
That told the older woman everything. She thought of Jenna, but knew that
was not something the child should know of, not yet. "In that, my little
one, you are correct. All I can say is, you must accept this destiny you
have been given, and not wish too hard for things that are now forever
beyond you. Do what you must for the Sultana, and live your new life well.
I promise you this. What you are going to do is important, and may save
many lives. If you cannot create life, take solace in protecting life."
Reyna stood and left a confused Shamarra still sitting by the fountain.
She did not think the girl would run, now, but she could not take the
chance. She would go first to Ali and ensure that the watchers on the girl
were more vigilant, and then she would go see the Sultana Valideh. It was
time to take the next steps in their plan.
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"Today, you are to serve the noon meal to the Sultana and her guest." Reyna
stated as she checked the girl's finery one last time. "She wants to see
for herself how well you have learned your new womanly condition and how
well you have learned your lessons on decorum and behavior." The stern
school mistress was back in Reyna's tones, but Shamarra only smiled. She
had long learned that, with the exception of that one time with the
bastinado, the older woman's bark hid a very soft heart.
"I will not shame you, Mistress." Shamarra said for the fifth time. "I
will bring honor on your teaching of me."
A single tear escaped Reyna's eye, cutting a kohl-black furrow through the
rouge she used to emphasize her cheekbones. Jerkily, she fastened the
gossamer veil and spun the girl about to push her in the direction of
Leisha's apartments. "Just go." she said with a catch in her voice. When
Shamarra turned to make sure her mentor was all right, the older woman all
but bellowed. "GO!"
Smiling brightly for Reyna's benefit, Shamarra went.
The smile died as she entered into the Sultana's rooms. The Lady's maid
servant immediately put her to work serving the mid day meal and generally
waiting on the Sultana and the very pretty younger woman who was the Lady's
guest. Throughout the meal, Shamarra spoke only when necessary and did her
best to remain properly unobtrusive in the performance of her tasks.
Strangely, the Sultana Valideh seemed to be doing her level best to put
Shamarra on display. She insisted that the winecups be filled almost after
every sip the other lady took. Or that grapes be peeled for her guest. Or
some other little task that forced Shamarra to be in close contact with the
two women at table.
Throughout the meal, Shamarra watched the guest become more and more
agitated. The longer they sat, the less nterested she became in the
Sultana's polite conversation and gossip. Finally, she could restrain
herself no longer. "Mother Leisha," she said, exasperation chilling her
tones. "You said I would meet the one you propose for my lord's pleasure
today. I must meet her, so that I can determine if she will stand out too
much in my lord's harem and be discovered."
Amusement lit the Lady's eyes and she delicately rinsed her hands and lips
before reclining back on her divan. "Yes, I did promise you that, didn't
I." A jerky nod answered her. "And so I have, Khumar-dear. This young
lady," and the Sultana made a languid gesture in Shamarra's direction, "is
the one that you wish to meet. She has been serving your food and drink for
the past hour."
Stunned shock evident on her face, Khumar stared at Shamarra in open mouthed
disbelief. Then, disbelief hardened her lovely features and she turned to
Leisha accusingly. "That is NOT a boy, Mother Leisha."
A pleased laugh twinkled from Leisha. "Well, I must agree with you there,
Khumar, but I assure you, she has all the male equipment beneath that lovely
girdled chastity."
Still seeing disbelief written on her daughter in law's face, Leisha
beckoned the girl over to her. She removed a small key from a hidden pocket
and undid the lock on the back of the girdle. The front grate fell free
revealing Shamarra's maleparts. Youth, sudden freedom from its prison and
the presence of two such beautiful women had an immediate affect on
Shamarra's penis - it hardened to full erection.
Still not sure she believed the evidence of her eyes, Khumar leaned over the
table for a closer look. She started to reach out and touch it, but stopped
herself. "That... . is real?" she asked in wonder. "It really works?"
"It is definitely real and I have proof that it works. However, you may see
for yourself, if you wish." The soft hands reached out, one cupping the
hairless scrotum and the other gripping the erection at its root. With
sensuous ease and purpose, Khumar began to tease Shamarra. Idly, Leisha
watched. Khumar's erotic skills were highly regarded among the ladies of
the harem, and it was obvious to the Sultana that her reputation was well
earned. A helpless groan of pleasure told her that little Shamarra thought
so, too.
"Do you permit her ... release?" Khumar asked softly, not taking her eyes
off Shamarra or stopping her ministrations.
Chuckling, Leisha answered. "Not normally, but she has been a
particularly good girl today, so if you wish to reward her for her service,
you may."
Khumar's movements changed instantly from subtle and teasing to direct and
intent. Shamarra squealed girlishly as the older woman forced her to
climax. Leisha was duly impressed by the thickness and quantity of the
spending, but then, Reyna had not given the girl any relief in several
weeks.
Khumar caught the seed in her cupped palm and then pulled the girl down to
kneel beside her. She held the palm in front of the girl's face. "Lick,
girl. Clean my hand." she ordered imperiously. Submissively, and without
hesitation, Shamarra bent her head to the task.
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