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The Sultan's Heir
by Tigger
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Part 5: Final Tests

"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 wine
cups 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 interested
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 male
parts.  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.

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.
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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 the
Great Sultan, my lord husband.  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.  husband.  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. 
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 dis


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