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The Sultan's Heir
by Tigger
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Part 4: Final Preparations

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, 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 her
thrusts, 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, just
a 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 is at 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 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 my
son's khadins will chance losing their chance at 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, 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 or
afraid or both.  Use your head, girl.  What did Selim have
that can possibly compare with what you have?  Look at your
clothes, 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 that
Shamarra cannot do better than that . . . ." she searched for
a 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.

End Part 4


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