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Hi.

  This is the winning story out of Sapphire's story contest. As ever
with Tiggers stories this one is amazing as well and realistic in it's
own rules. I hope Tigger will appreciate this reposting.

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
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  If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
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Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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_The_Sultan's_Heir__________________________________________by_Tigger_ 3



Once she finished, Khumar stood and paid her addresses to Leisha.  "I am
convinced, Mother-Leisha.  If the other part works as well as this little
one does, then we may yet have a chance."

"As I told you earlier, dear, the other part has already worked.  We have
only to choose the correct time."

Khumar nodded.  "As to that, I am very predictable.  I was unclean ten days
ago, so I am just now entering into my most fruitful time."

"You realize that it make take several injections each fertile time and may
not take the first try?"

"I understand, Mother.  As long as the device is not too large for me, it
might even be...  pleasurable." A sensual grin lit the lovely face.  "Now, I
must be off.  Thank you for a most interesting meal." She patted the still
kneeling Shamarra.  "And thank you, little one.  You are quite lovely."



  Leisha sat quietly for several minutes after the Khumar Khadin had left.
Unsure what to do, Shamarra continued to kneel where she had been left, her
male parts still hanging free of the chastity.  Finally, Leisha roused
herself and beckoned Shamarra over to her so she could relock the chastity.
"Now, go sit down over there where Khumar sat, dear." The Sultana's voice
was gentle, completely unlike the last time she had spoken to Shamarra.
Unsure, the girl moved slowly over to the place vacated by Khumar and sat
delicately.  "Go ahead and eat, Shamarra.  I am sure you are hungry."
Confused, she hesitated.  "EAT!" Leisha snapped.

Shamarra ate.  Leisha watched her as she fed herself.  Even now, as off
balance as she must be, and yes, as frightened as she must be, the girl
remembered her manners.  Reyna had done very well.  It was almost time to
tell the girl the whole truth, but first, one last test.  "Shamarra?" she
said quietly.  Instantly, the girl put down the fig she had been nibbling
and gave the Sultana her full attention.  "Reyna will be here in a few
moments.  She is going to take you to meet someone.  Someone who knows you,
or at least, knew Selim, son of Rascheed and Mirrim.  If that person does
not recognize you, you will have passed all your tests.  Whatever happens
after this point, I promise you, will have no repercussions against your
Mother.  You will still be in danger, but I will do all in my power to
protect you."

The light lunch she had just eaten roiled in her stomach.  "Yes, Lady." she
answered wondering what else she COULD say.  "I will do my best."

Reyna entered at that moment and Leisha favored her friend with a smile
before turning back to Shamarra.  "Of that, little one, I have no doubts.
Go with my blessings."

With that, Shamarra stood and followed a silent Reyna out of the room.

                            --------------

Reyna said nothing as she led the girl out into the oddly deserted gardens.
The women of the harem usually took advantage of the cool breezes in the
garden after the noon meal.  Only two other women were visible in the
garden.  Shamarra realized that at least one of these women must be person
she must fool.

Pasting a happy smile on her face, she moved to lift her veil to cover her
mouth only to have Reyna stop her.  "You must pass this test unmasked, love.
It is the only way we can take the chance of going further." Shamarra's
smile faltered a moment as fear curled in her guts, but she fought that and
won.  Smile back in place, she moved gracefully toward the two women.

One of the women had her back to Shamarra so she took the opportunity to
examine the other woman.  She was one of the loveliest women Shamarra had
ever seen, which was saying a lot after almost two months living in the
harem of the Great Sultan.  Her body was magnificent and her hair that
unusual color of gold that looks like liquid fire in the sunlight.  Her eyes
were almost purple.

Her eyes were also empty.  The look of childlike wonder on the girl's face
was real.  She was a babe in a woman's body.  That meant that it was the
other woman she had to meet.  Quietly, Shamarra sat down next to the
beautiful girl-woman, and said.  "Hello.  My name is Shamarra."

The sound of Shamarra's voice and the happy giggle of the girl caught the
other woman's attention.  Smiling, she turned to see who was visiting her
charge and Shamarra's insides turned to ice water.

Her Mother.  Mirrim, wife of Rascheed and Mother of Selim, looked her
son-made-woman directly in the eye - and saw no one she recognized.  "How do
you do?" she asked in a voice that Shamarra had not heard in months and had
thought never to hear again.  "My name is Mirrim and this dear child is
Jenna."

Forcing her voice to work and to keep a feminine tone, Shamarra tried to
smile.  "I am Shamarra and this is my teacher, Lady Reyna.  It is always a
pleasure to meet such a lovely girl."

Maternal pleasure flared across Mirrim's face.  "She is lovely, isn't she?
Through and through.  God's gift in recompense for what she lost at birth, I
think.  The Sultana made me her guardian because my son was killed saving
her when she inadvertently escaped the garden.  Brigands killed him while he
was returning her to safety."

"You are very fortunate to have had such a son." Reyna spoke for the first
time.  She moved behind her charge, to bring Mirrim's attention back to
Shamarra.

Shamarra wanted to cringe, to run and hide, but she held her position and
looked straight into the Mother's eyes.

"Not to be impertinent, Lady Shamarra, but you look so familiar.  Are you
perhaps related to my late husband's family?  They come from the eastern
provinces."

Gently, Shamarra shook her head.  "No, Lady.  My family is here in
Constantinople."

"Oh, well, an old woman's eyes are often fooled.  If you will excuse us, it
is time for this one to rest." And then she stood and led her protesting
charge off toward the door to the harem.

Shamarra sat there watching her.  "She did not know me.  I love her so much
that I am doing this...  this THING for her safety and well being and she
does not even know me." Shamarra's voice cracked for a moment before she
swallowed hard to continue.  "My own mother did not know me, Reyna." Tears
flowed down her cheeks.  There was an aura of great sadness about her and
Reyna hurt for her little student.

"It is just as well, dear.  Better than just as well.  Now, come along.
Jenna is not the only one who needs some rest, I think." And I will get
Torack to give you a sleeping potion, Reyna thought.  The girl had just had
a painful shock, and too much thinking would be bad for her.



Revelations


Shamarra was again seated in the Sultana's rooms.  Reyna had let her sleep
herself out after administering Torack's sleeping draught to her.  Once she
had awoke, Reyna had dressed her and hustled her here where all the other
members of the Sultana's conspiracy were gathered.  The Lady had greeted her
warmly, even giving her a hug before personally seating her at the table.
"I trust you are well rested, dear?" she asked solicitously.  When Shamarra
could only nod, Leisha smiled.  "You did very well yesterday, you know.  And
I will keep my word to you."

"Thank you, Lady." was all she could say in reply.

"Ali, we will begin tonight.  Please see to any final preparations you and
Torack require.  Reyna and I will see to Shamarra." The two brothers bowed
and quietly left the room.  Reyna followed them to the door and then closed
and secured it.  She then came and sat down beside Shamarra, taking her hand
in hers.  Leisha saw the girl clutch at the offered support and wished again
that it was not necessary.

Sighing, she chided herself for procrastination and began to speak.
"Shamarra, it is time for you to know what this is all about.  As you may
know, my son is the heir apparent to my lord husband, the Great Sultan.
Unfortunately, although my son has had his own khadins and any concubine he
might wish for more than ten years, he has yet to father a child, let alone
an heir.  My husband is concerned for the Empire and afraid that my son is
incapable of fathering his own heir.  Thus, a few months ago, he said that
if my son does not get one of his women with child in a year, he would be
disinherited in favor of another of his sons."

The anger flared again in Leisha's heart and her voice trembled.  She took a
sip from her cup before continuing.  "This other son is a weakling who will
lead the Empire into disasters, and bring great suffering on the people.  So
my son must father a child."

Shamarra nodded her understanding, and Leisha continued.  "Unfortunately, my
son will never father a child on a woman because my son has no interest in
women.  He can only take pleasure with young boys.  That, my dear, is where
you come in.  You will go to my son as a woman, and love him as a boy.  When
you don't look like a woman, you look years younger than your age, so we
hope you will please my son.  Each night, you will milk him of his seed and
give it to Torack who will use it to impregnate Khumar."

"As a boy, Lady?" Shamarra asked, not sure she understood.  After all this
training, she was to be a boy for the next Sultan?

A sad smile formed on the Sultana Valideh's face.  "My son has agreed to be
milked of his seed each night before the actual lovemaking, provided you
please him and provided he can have you the remainder of each night.  That
is why you have been trained so extensively in the amorous arts, my dear."

"How will I do the milking?  I am not even sure what that entails."

"Torack will collect his seed, little one.  You have only to use those
lovely hands and lips to make my son spurt it into Torack's bowl.  Then you
will make love as my son desires as long as he desires."

Reyna broke in at this point.  "Shamarra, remember your second day behind
the veil of the purdah?  When Ali beat your feet?" Shamarra cringed and
nodded.  "The Sultana's son is very fond of the bastinado as a punishment
for those who cross him.  We did that to you so you would know what faced
you if" and her mind added the word "when" in unvoiced disgust, "You fail to
please.  You have all the skills you need, love, but you must not let down
until he sends you back to the harem."

Fear pulled at her tears, but Shamarra tried to be brave.  "I will do my
best, Reyna.  I promise that, but it is very frightening.

"Fear is not all bad, little one.  It will help spur you to put forth your
best efforts." the Sultana offered.  "Now come, Reyna and I will see to your
toilette.  You will be presented to my son after the evening meal."

                            --------------

The two women outfitted the girl in a sumptuous outfit of silken veils and
jewels.  A turban of green satin set off hair made into a mass of red
hennaed fire.  Kohl and rouge colored her face and made her exotic beyond
Shamarra's wildest imaginings.  Then, they escorted her to the limits of the
harem complex where they were met by Ali and Torack.

"Before you go, little one." Leisha said, turning the girl around.  A gold
chain appeared in her hand that she put around Shamarra's neck.  Dangling
from the chain was a single, small gold key.  "My son will want to be able
to taste all of your secrets, child." She bent down to kiss Shamarra's cheek
and then released her to a teary-eyed Reyna who repeated the kiss.  "Go in
joy, little one.  Reyna and I will be here for you in the morning."

Ali put a hand on her arm and gently led the girl away to meet the Sultan's
son and her destiny.



After Effects


It was a warm evening three months later when the Great Sultan's former
favorite concubine sat by the garden fountain.  Shamarra was again
considering the large tree in the back corner of the garden, thinking how
far she had come from the boy who had climbed that tree at dawn.

Her relationship with the Sultana's son had been a short affair.  The Heir's
interest flagged after a few weeks and she was called to his rooms less and
less.

In all honesty, Shamarra had to admit that she missed her relationship with
the Prince.  The love play had been exciting, and he had always insisted on
unlocking the gate to her "treasures" as he called them and reciprocating
every touch and caress once the milking had been completed.  That had been
wonderful and she felt the loss of those experiences keenly.

She had, as Reyna warned, been subjected to the bastinado three times in her
month or so as the Prince's favorite.  At first, she had wondered what she
had done wrong.  Later, she knew that it was nothing she had done or failed
to do that had resulted in her being subjected to the tortuous treatment.
The Prince had found some type of pleasure watching her be hurt that way,
for after each time, he had been ravenous for her, taking her often and
fiercely before his lust was assuaged.

Fortunately, whatever Torack did with the seed that Shamarra had so
carefully harvested from the Prince had worked.  Khadin Khumar was now
almost three months pregnant.  That was another reason Shamarra was happy to
be back with the Sultana and Reyna.  Once Khumar's position as First Khadin
had been assured by her pregnancy and by her husband's ascendancy, she had
become even more dictatorial and imperious than she had been earlier.  And
Shamarra, as her husband's favorite and as one unable to defend herself, had
not been anything to do anything but accept the venom the vile woman had
heaped upon her head.  If that was what his women were all like, Shamarra
could understand why the Prince might prefer other companionship.

Events had taken a very strange turn soon after Khumar's joyous event had
been announced at court before the Sultan.  The Great Sultan had died,
suddenly and suspiciously.  shortly after confirming his son's birthright to
the Sultancy.  Apparently, his second Khadin, the mother of the prince who
would have been Sultan instead of Leisha's son, had poisoned her lord in
retaliation.  Investigations conducted by the Keisler Agha on behalf of the
Grand Vizier had also implicated the killer's son in the conspiracy.  The
pair of them were subsequently executed with all honors, ceremonies and
considerations due their rank.  They were, however, still dead, and both had
died cursing Leisha and protesting their innocence.

Thus it had come to pass that Leisha's son ascended to the throne as Great
Sultan and no longer needed to hide his lusts by using a boy who looked like
a woman.  Shamarra had been formally returned to the Sultana's keeping last
week.

All of which made Shamarra question her own future.  One of the reasons
Leisha had asked for her to be returned to her was that Shamarra could not
be dealt with in the traditional methods.  Normally, a displaced favorite
was removed from the harem by marrying her off to someone who had rendered a
service to the Sultan, or from whom the Sultan might wish a boon.  Such men
normally expected children from their wives, which for all her feminine
wiles and accomplishments, were something that Shamarra could never give a
man.  Couple that with Khumar's relentless campaign to have the girl removed
from her lord's presence once and for all, and the Sultana had begun to fear
for the girl's life.  In addition to her reputation in the erotic arts,
Khumar was also known and feared in the harem for her skills with exotic
poisons.

So, Shamarra was back where it had all begun - in the garden where the few
remaining women from the old Sultan's harem, those who had not been married
off or given away as concubines, played and relaxed.  The tree beckoned to
her.  Beyond the wall its branches shaded was freedom, perhaps even an
opportunity to be male again.  The girdle and breast ornaments could be cut
off her and melted down for their gold.  She had her jewelry, too, special
pieces given her by the Prince when she had been particularly pleasing (most
notably after each bout with the bastinado cane).  Unfortunately, there was
also death outside those walls.  Shamarra knew too much, and suspected far
more.  Neither the Great Sultan, nor even the Sultana for that matter, could
not let Shamarra or Selim be free of their control.  Either identity free
and unmonitored would simply pose too great a threat to her son's rule.

Besides, Shamarra admitted to herself.  She was a much better girl than she
had ever been a boy.  Selim had been small, and weak; a failure who had
nearly cost his mother her life.  Shamarra was wealthy, powerful and had
saved her mother's life while saving her own.

In truth, her life would be almost perfect except for that one lacking
piece.  She had become a sexless being since being set aside by the Sultan.
She still wore the locked chastity because the Sultana would not take the
chance of her real gender being revealed.  Reyna no longer trained her with
her toys, and doing it to herself was lonely, often painful and not
satisfying.

"And what do you suppose, Reyna, is so engaging to our young houri, that she
does not notice the approach of her friends?" Shamarra turned with a start
to see the Sultana Valideh and the Lady Reyna standing behind her.  Wicked
grins lit their still beautiful faces as they looked down at their young
charge.

"I suspect, Leisha, she dreams of impossible things beyond the walls of the
harem." was the soft, chiding response, but the love in Reyna's eyes gentled
the sting of her comment.
The two women sat down on either side of Shamarra, each taking one hand with
both of theirs.  "We have made some decisions about you, Shamarra." Leisha
began.  "We are going to send your Mother and Jenna to a special castle in
the country.  The baby will be born there, and I want you to go with them.
Jenna will be a playmate for the child, but she can never be a mother.  I
want you to be the child's mother.  Reyna will join you." Leisha gave her
friend a smirking glance that made Reyna blush, "to keep you company and
provide ...companionship."

Reyna picked up the thread.  "You have to remain a woman, love.  As a former
favorite of the Great Sultan, you are too well known at court.  Therefore,
we cannot let Shamarra just disappear so Selim can live again.  There will
be spies there, regardless of how carefully we select your staff and guards.
You can never give them cause to question you, but I promise that you will
be safe there, and happy too.  I promise you that we will have a good and
loving life together.  Later, if you want, we can tell your Mother the truth
about Selim and Shamarra, but none of us can ever leave that place, my love.
We all know too much and the Sultan knows we do."

Happiness bubbled in Shamarra as she turned to hug Reyna, but then she
thought of something.  Turning suddenly grave eyes to Leisha, she asked.
"But, Lady, what of you?  Will you join us?"

Understanding warmed Leisha's eyes.  The girl was quick.  It really was too
bad she was not truly female for she would make a far better Sultana Valideh
than Khumar, but that was impossible.  No matter how good the girl's
deceptions were, someone would find out and all they had worked for would be
lost.  "No, my love.  I must stay to help guide my son, as long as he will
let me.  Do not worry, little one.  Ali will protect me for the few years I
still have." She brushed a kiss on Shamarra's cheek.  "Now go and prepare.
You leave in the morning."

She and Reyna smiled indulgently as they watched the joyful girl hurry off.
"She knows, Reyna, or at least, she suspects."

"What?  That you poisoned the Great Sultan and set up Cera and her son to
take the blame?  Of course she suspects.  She is very intelligent and we
have taught her to observe everything real women do as part of her training.
However, she is completely loyal to you for saving her and her Mother.  She
would never betray you."

"Not willingly, but torture loosens many tongues.  You will both be safe in
that fortress.  Once you are protected there, I can finish my work and
prepare for my own passing.  I will bequeath Ali to you in my final will and
testament."

"You could try to go with us."

"No, my son will not let me leave, and even if I did manage to escape, my
presence would be a danger to you and Shamarra.  I almost regret putting him
on the throne.  And I definitely regret what we did to that boy to win the
throne for my son.  When I think of what I took from him." She sighed.

"Far less than you gave back to HER, Leisha.  Shamarra is happy, and I will
see to it that she is even happier.  I will take care of her until we can
find her a nice, discreet concubine of her very own.  Some lovely, strong
woman who will understand and cherish both the male and female aspects of
our little houri; one who will lovingly deal with both her natures according
her needs and desires." She touched the gold key hanging from a gold chain
about her neck.  "Someone we can entrust to protect and to use this little
necklace charm ." A sly grin lit Reyna's mobile features.  "I see many more
babies in this family's future.  I think Shamarra will be an excellent
mother, don't you?"

the end

Ocby Tigger 1997

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