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The Sultan's Heir
by Tigger
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Part 3: Hard Lessons

Selim, or rather Shamarra (it was so difficult to think of
him, no, make that *her*self by that name) awoke slowly.
Dawn's first light crept long shadows into the luxuriously
appointed cell he had been taken after being locked into the
gold girdle.  An injudiciously deep breath reminded him
forcefully of that experience, making his ribs all but creak
against the crushing grip.

Shamarra rolled to her side and was surprised to find that she
was not alone in the bed.  Lady Reyna, looking surprisingly
young and beautiful without her jewelry and cosmetics was
quietly snoring beside him... *her* on the large couch.  She
lay there, watching the older woman sleep until her body
reminded her, quite forcibly, of the need to eliminate bodily
wastes.

Carefully, so as to not awaken the other woman, Shamarra
slipped out of the pillowed bed and began to search for the
facilities.  She found the chamber pot hidden in a small
alcove off the sleeping chamber behind a beaded curtain.  That
did not solve all of her problems.  She could not figure out
to do the deed, since the metal girdle prevented her from
taking matters "in hand" and aiming.

A soft, husky chuckle behind her made her start with surprise.
"I see we forgot to tell you a few things, little one.  The
tube into which your lingam is inserted will pass the urine
out the front grating of the belt, just like any other woman's
chastity device would." 

Shamarra flushed brightly, and would have tried to wait for
the older woman to leave, but she had simply gone too long
without relief.  Gingerly, she moved to straddle the large
pot, but was hauled up short when a surprisingly strong hand
gripped her shoulders and spun her about just before she could
release the flow.  "Women sit, little one." Reyna said with
soft emphasis before she pressed the girl down to sit on the
seat built onto the pot.  

Only the intensified agony of having been stopped *just*
short, and at the last possible instant overcame her shame at
being watched by someone.  A loud gurgling sound, ringing from
the metal pot, loudly announced the onset of relief.  "Very
good, dear." Reyna said.  "And as for the other matter, the
girdle leaves your bottom free and unimpeded for that
function." Then her voice turned sly.  "And for several more
you have never had occasion to learn. . . . . until now, that
is.  Finish your business and call me.  I will start teaching
you female hygiene as soon as you have completed the other,
then we will break our fast and begin your lessons."

Repose and Review

The satin pillowed sleeping chamber had been long dark when
Reyna had finally permitted her pupil to go to her bed. 
Shamarra was intensely grateful for the soft, womb-like
comfort of the cushioned bed as she sank bonelessly under the
covers.  Every muscle in her body ached, and muscles she had
never been aware of having before hurt.  
After she'd finished her morning eliminations, Reyna had taken
her back to the suspension chains and tightened the girdle
before permitting Shamarra to break her fast.  "After all,
little one, you have just emptied yourself - an ideal time to
help your shaping." Reyna had said in that sly tone of hers. 
It had also left Shamarra little room for food in her stomach
which Reyna thought was another fine thing.

The entire long day had been spent learning "how to be a
woman", or at least, "how to be a woman in a harem".  She had
spent hours simply learning how to move her body, her arms,
her hands; how to dance; how to hold her 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
his soft 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 on
the 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 the
child.

----------
"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 threat
against 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 handspan 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 take
off 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, she
could 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 even
larger 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 she
did 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 there
before, a new openness, and new sexuality starting to bud
within her.  Quietly pleased, she smiled.

End Part 3


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