"More Harem Captives" - читать интересную книгу автора (Maclean Alistair)

Yes, the Prince thought, they were all clearly well educated and, from their photographs, sophisticated and attractive too. Pierre knew his taste in women and he could rely on him to produce the type of arrogant and independent white women that he liked to humble by adding them to his collection of beautiful creatures, kept helplessly locked up in his harem.
However, he thought with a cruel smile, he was not too concerned about their attractiveness, for he could always dispose of one or two of them, if necessary, to his cousin's very profitable stud farm out in the desert in Arabia, in which he had invested. There, discarded white concubines, culled from the harems of the rich, were discreetly kept out of sight in the breeding pens of a long farm building. They were crossed with one of several blond Scandinavian boys and used to produce blond children who, if not required by their mother's former Master, could be disposed of very profitably to certain adoption societies in the West, where childless couples would pay large sums to adopt genuine white babies.
The Prince turned the brochure over. There, written in Pierre's handwriting, was the US Dollar sign, followed by a very large figure. Yes, acquiring these women was going to be expensive - but what a wonderful buy they would make. Fortunately he was rich man, thanks to his share of the substantial oil revenues of his native Arabian state and could easily afford to pay Pierre's high price for such a major acquisition.
He began to fantasise about how they might fit into his harem and what he might do with them. Perhaps the answer, once he had seen them and Malaka had closely examined them, might be to let the young Team Overseers bid for them as in an old-fashioned slave market.
Yes, the Prince thought, the possibilities were endless. Malaka again coughed discreetly.
'You will see, Your Highness, that they include not only a pair of pretty sisters, but also an attractive English widowed mother and her teenage daughter.'
'That does make it more interesting,' commented the Prince. Nothing was so enjoyable as taking a European daughter in front of her horrified mother or a younger sister in front of the older one, or of later having a white mother and daughter, or two sisters in his bed - after they had been trained by his black eunuchs to provide him with exquisite pleasure. If, their apparent eagerness to please was really brought about by their fear of their young black overseer's cane, then so much the better.
'And, Your Highness, as you will see the sisters, are American.'
'American!' repeated the Prince, now sitting up and paying even closer attention to what Malaka was telling him. 'I've never had an American girl in my harem before - and certainly not two sisters. That makes Pierre's offer even more interesting.'
Pierre, he remembered, had discreetly provided him with some of his most beautiful white women, ranging from the English Penelope and her French double, Chantalle, to the deliciously resentful Dutch mother and daughter and the young Austrian married woman, Mizzi, whom he had recently had partially circumcised as a punishment for masturbating. Yes, Pierre had cleverly arranged for all of them to disappear into his harem - and had been well paid for doing so. And if Malaka had taken a cut of the considerable price he had paid - well why not?
'Yes, Your Highness, and Pierre says that, as the photographs show, both the mother and daughter and the sisters are very alike, and most attractive.'
'Very alike?' repeated the Prince. 'Well!'
Like many rich owners of harems he was particularly interested in acquiring beautiful white sisters and mothers and daughters - and especially if they were sufficiently alike to be what was known as a Matched Pair .'
'And Your Highness, Pierre says that the sisters are Jewish.'
'Young Jewish women!' exclaimed the Prince, his eyes gleaming.
'Yes, Your Highness, American Jews from New York. Pierre says that there are many Jews in the financial world there.'
'And that's where much of the financial support for Israel comes from,' added the Prince, knowingly stroking the side of his nose. 'Well, what an opportunity to get a get a little personal revenge for the way the Jews are treating our Arab friends in Palestine. Yes, quite apart from making them submit to my will, I can think of a couple of delightful ways of employing them here: ways that our local fundamentalist Mullahs will greatly approve.'
'Indeed, Your Highness!' said Malaka with a cruel smile. Then, changing the subject, he added: 'but that is not all, I understand from Pierre that the woman Patricia, the leader of the team, is a dominant lesbian who loathes men and in private treats her Personal Assistant like a slave. '
'Does she indeed,' said the Prince with a knowing smile. 'Well, doubtless you and her future team oversee will quickly disabuse her of both these tendencies.'
'Yes indeed, Your Highness, yes indeed. It will be pleasure to do so.' Malaka again coughed discreetly. 'There is, however, a slight complication. Pierre tells me that the mother also has a good-looking sixteen year-old son, who is listed in the brochure as the office boy. Pierre feels that it would be unwise to leave him behind in England. He might know too much about the disappearance of his mother and sister. He also says that he looks younger than his age with no sign yet of a beard on his still soft skin.'
'Ah, that sounds interesting,' said the Prince with a sinister laugh. 'As soon as they're gelded, these white boys stop ageing and from then on look just as soft-skinned as they were when castrated. The trick is to catch them before their beard starts to grow.'
It was an old Arab custom, going back to the days of the Crusades, to castrate young captured Christian boys and then to use them as pageboy attendants. Moreover, just as neutered dogs seemed to attach themselves more closely to their Masters, so too did gelded white boys. 'From his photographs, he certainly looks good-looking - and intelligent.'
'Yes, Your Highness, I took the liberty of telling Pierre that you could always use a good-looking young white boy as a pageboy and therefore, to ensure better security, to bring him out with his mother and sister.'
'Good thinking! This boy could well supplement Rosebud. Once castrated, he'll be quite harmless and can even accompany me into the harem - like Rosebud.'
'But, Your Highness, Rosebud was only eleven twelve when we had him gelded - before puberty, so the sight of half naked women in the harem has no effect on him. But this boy is already sixteen and the sight and nearness of Your Highness's women will probably arouse his manhood even if he has been castrated.'
'I agree,' said the Prince thoughtfully. 'It is a point well-made, Malaka. So ... be sure to tell the surgeon to infibulate the tip of his manhood, so that it can be kept curved innocently down and kept locked to a ring where his testicles had been.'
'Yes, of course, Your Highness.' But there was a further matter concerning this boy that he wanted settled - for black eunuchs were traditionally always jealous of their often better educated, but usually more effete, white colleagues. Moreover, this boy was much the same age as the boy black eunuchs whom the Master employed as Team Overseers in the harem. 'I presume,' he murmured, 'that you won't start using him to help take charge of the women?'
'Oh no,' the Prince reassured him. It was a firm harem rule that although white eunuchs might accompany their Master when he visited his harem and even be present when he took his pleasure, they must never touch, talk or punish the women - that was the job of the black eunuchs. 'My ancestors and the Turks learnt centuries ago that white concubines can twist a white eunuch round their little fingers - and then harem discipline can evaporate almost overnight. No, white eunuchs make good personal attendants but are useless at running a harem. So, Malaka, rest assured that I shall continue to rely on you and on your efficient team of black eunuchs to control my harem. The women are scared stiff of you all - as they should be!'
'Thank you, Your Highness. We all aim to please.'
'Well, the boy should quickly recover from a simple castration - and be able to start work here within a few days. Of course, he'll be shocked at being castrated but I presume he'll be told that it's the only way he can save his life. Castration or death!'
'Yes indeed, Your Highness.
'I wonder what we should call him? These white eunuchs are usually given the name of a flower to make sure they don't get ideas above their station.'
'How about Lilac, Your Highness?'
'Excellent! Rosebud and Lilac! Good, that's settled then ... but, ighness there's one other very important matter, which I want to be sure about. Can Pierre really arrange for a whole group of women and this boy to disappear without trace? My family will never forgive me if there is any scandal in the Western Press involving me.'
'Don't concern yourself, Your Highness. I understand that Pierre has simply told them that he has a client, a wealthy international financier, who might well be interested in backing them, but initially only on a secret and anonymous basis. Without disclosing his identity, Pierre has told them that his client would first want to meet them all and to hear in secret their possible investment ideas. Then, if he likes what he hears, he will immediately set them up with an office abroad to handle his own substantial investments and would also introduce them to several large foreign clients.'
The Prince nodded approvingly.
'Well, Your Highness, Pierre says they were overwhelmed by this offer, but he had warned them that they must not at this stage tell anyone of this possibility - or the potential backer would back off. He told them that his client is a well-known figure who insists on complete secrecy and confidentiality when it comes to his financial affairs.'
'Good!'
'And Your Highness, he has not even told them where this potential financial backer lives. He has said that they must first fly to Zurich and would then be taken to meet you.'
'That sounds clever. So neither they, nor anyone else in England, will know that they will in fact be going to Morocco?'
'Exactly, Your Highness. Only on arrival at Zurich will they be told that you are waiting to meet them in Morocco and they are to will fly onto Tangier, using false Palestinian passports, which Pierre has arranged with his contacts in the Middle East. For better security they will also fly to Tangier looking like a party of Arab women tourists, half hidden in black chadors. The immigration officials in Tangier will be bribed to wave this party through. And, to allay any fears that the women might have, Pierre will hand them envelopes containing sufficient dollars to buy a ticket back to London. Of course, they'll have no opportunity to use the money and we'll take it back off them when they arrive here - together with their passports, cheque books and credit cards.'
'Excellent! I assume my private plane will fly them direct to my landing field here?'
'Yes, Your Highness and, being a private internal flight, there will be no embarkation controls in Tangier. With the plane being in a hanger in a remote area of the airport, no one would see the women embark in it, or even know that they had done so. Furthermore, they themselves don't know whom they are meeting or where they are being taken. So no one would know what had happened to them, or where they were and there would be no record under their true names of having left Zurich or arrived in Tangier. They will have disappeared without trace.'
'Straight into my harem!'
'Not quite, Your Highness. As a further security precaution, on arrival in your airstrip, Pierre will put them into another waiting minibus of ours to go and meet you, whilst he goes on ahead "to brief his client". I will then arrange for your Black Guards, playing the part of a gang of thugs, to stop the minibus and seize the women. They will handcuff, gag and blindfold them and say that they will be held for ransom - but in fact, unknown to anyone else, they will be brought straight here to your harem and handed over me to me - except for the boy, John, who will be separately taken off to be castrated and infibulated.'
The Prince grunted with approval.
'I thought that perhaps the Yellow Team might be suitable for the lesbians.'
'Yes,' replied the Prince thoughtfully. 'Bringing them down to the level of a White Negress, as their Team Overseer calls them, might be a very suitable introduction for them to my harem. I'll tolerate no lesbianism here - except perhaps as a spectacle for my enjoyment and that of my guests!'
'Indeed, Your Highness, putting them into the Yellow Team will also reduce the present resentment of their young overseer, Yorka, that he has not had sufficient funds to be able to afford to buy a pair of white women for his team, whereas his rival Borka has been able to buy two Matched Pairs for his Blue Team: the Dutch mother and daughter and English actress and her French look-alike. So, I may have to ask Your Highness for a little extra funding for Yorka - nominal funding, of course, as he will be "buying" the new women from me and so it will come back to you.
'Yes, of course,' agreed the Prince.