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

2 - A DAILY HAREM INSPECTION

It was a typical early morning scene in the harem.
Malaka was making his morning inspection of the women in his charge; some thirty-five Arab, Indian, Siamese, Pakistani and white European women - each wearing a wide shiny metal collar made of flexible links like a metal watch. Engraved in Arabic numerals, on a plate on the front of each collar, were the woman's harem number and her number, registered with the Morals Police, as an indentured servant.
Malaka knew that the Prince liked to see his women collared in this way. It made them, he used to say, really feel that they were his helpless property.
He was standing in the central courtyard of the luxurious, air-conditioned, harem. In his hand was the emblem of his authority - a long, slender, silver-tipped cane with a curved handle. With him was Nadu, an experienced, older black eunuch who was responsible for supervising the state of all the European women in the harem who, willingly or not, had been selected by the Prince to take part in his forced breeding programme. By Nadu's side was a trolley holding the monitoring screen of an ultra-sound scanner - the latest model.
Four young black eunuch boys, the rival overseers in charge of the four differently coloured teams of women, took it in turn on different days proudly to bring their team of women to stand on the long raised bench in front of Malaka. They were competitors, for each young overseer sought to train his team to out-do those of his rivals in attracting the Master's attention and so earn for himself a large tip. Each boy was dressed like Malaka, but with a ribbon of the colour of his team in his turban and, instead of a cane, each carried a dogwhip. Each also had a short black handled proper whip tucked into his cummerbund, ready to be drawn and cracked alarmingly to emphasise orders to his team of women.
Each overseer had his own budget and it was largely up to him how it was spent: so much on acquiring exciting new blood for his team to enable it to compete for the Master's attentions; so much on expensive beauty treatments, such as breast enlargements or re-shaping; and so much on silks and embroidery for the team's skimpy dress, which always had to be in the team colour.
It amused the Prince to see his women humiliated by being in the charge of black boys often little more than half their age. Furthermore, by allowing each Team Overseer a high degree of freedom, under the overall supervision of Malaka, as to the appearance, discipline and training of his team, the Prince further encouraged the rivalry between the young black eunuchs. Thus each team was very different and reflected to some extent the idiosyncrasies of its young overseer - a diversity, which made the harem all the more intriguing for its owner ...
Today Malaka, his cane tucked under arm, was inspecting the Blue Team.
Borka, the team's young black overseer, had introduced some customs from his native village. He would bind the nipples and beauty buds of his blushing young women with cotton thread so that they became greatly swollen and extended. He then pierced them and degradingly fitted them with gold rings, an inch or so in diameter, and brazed them over to prevent their removal.
Humiliatingly, a little bell hung from each of the nipple rings which tinkled with each girl's slightest movement, whilst from the ring through each of their clitorises hung a pretty jewel that glittered with every step. Because of the movement of this last ring, Borka's women were kept in a state of constant, if frustrated, arousal. This had the effect of making them desperate to catch the eye of their repulsively unattractive Master - their only permitted source of pleasure. It was cunning ploy by Borka for, of course, every time they were chosen to please the Master, Borka could be fairly certain of getting a nice round tip.
Nor could they hide their glistening and constantly moist beauty lips, for Borka did not dress his team in harem pantaloons, but rather in transparent loose silk leggings that only started at the thigh, leaving their bellies and intimacies on display. Stiff, blue embroidered, open boleros showed off their firm breasts, stretched nipples and little bells.
To complete the charming sight of eager young womanhood that Borka, who seemed surprisingly experienced for his years, used to catch the eye of the Master, they also each wore curly blue Turkish slippers and pretty little blue caps perched on the side of their heads from which a line of pearls ran across their foreheads. Their half-nakedness contrasted with the sumptuousness of the dress of their overseer and of Malaka himself.
The Prince was likely to be particularly attracted by, and indeed critical of, the size and shape of each of his woman's breasts and nipples, as well as that of their intimacies and, in the case of women chosen for forced breeding, the growing curve of their bellies. These were matters that he particularly that he himself liked to keep a close eye on.
'Blue Team, Sir, present and correct!' announced Borka.
Malaka cast his eye up and down the line of nervously trembling women, standing there with their heads up and looking straight ahead, quivering breasts and soft bellies thrust forward for his inspection.
He started to move down the line, occasionally using his cane to lift a breast to check its size and continuing firmness, especially if had been specially brought into milk. He was also judging whether the blue painted nipples, each carefully painted to match the colour of their lipsticks, was sufficiently prominent to please the Prince.
Borka, who had coiled up his black short and replaced it in his cummerbund, now used his dogwhip to point out, proudly, the full breasts of two white women, marked 7 and 14 on their hairless mounds, whose bellies were well curved and who were chained together by the neck as a Matched Pair. Their breasts were already showing, under the skin, the distinctive tracery of blue veins that marked a woman shortly due to come into milk.
Malaka now felt both sets of breasts. Yes, they were swelling nicely and these beautiful young women would make a fine and erotic pair of milkmaids for their Master - as soon as they had delivered their black progeny, who would immediately be taken away to be reared on the Prince's estate.
As the Prince's chief black eunuch, he was often tempted to use the latest hormone pills to bring on a woman's milk artificially. Indeed he condoned Rafta's use of them for his Red Team, all of whom had erotically been brought into milk and their nipples greatly extended. But with the other teams, he felt that the best results were obtained when only women who had been used for the Prince's hobby of forced breeding were later kept in milk, with Nature bringing on their milk naturally.
Moreover, in the case of those girls producing extra large twin half-giant Dinka progenies, or those chosen to produce a litter of pygmies, Mother Nature would automatically prepare the women's bodies to meet the extra demand for milk. Thus their milk yields would often be substantial.
Borka now pointed with his dogwhip to another two sets of full white breasts, both also showing prominently the tracery of blue veins under the skin- in this case because the women had recently dropped their progeny and were now being kept in milk to serve as milkmaids for the Master. These breasts belonged to the Dutch Matched Pair of mother and daughter and the Prince was finding almost as pleasure in having them reluctantly brought to offer him their milk, as previously he had had in watching their bellies swell.


3 - THE BAIT IS TAKEN

Meanwhile far to the North, a journey was passing off extremely well and just as Pierre had planned. The women, still excited by Pierre's enthusiastic pep talk, did not suspect anything untoward. On the contrary, when they learned at Zurich airport that they were to fly onto Tangier by Air Morocco, with Palestinian passports and wearing chadors over their hair, there was an atmosphere of intrigued excitement and conjecture as to what sort of man they were being flown to meet.
Tangier was well known as a haven for wealthy men expatriates and especially eccentric ones. This, probably, they reckoned as they talked amongst themselves, accounted for the insistence on complete secrecy by Pierre's client. Thus their suspicions were not aroused when, for "reasons of confidentiality" they were told that their seats had previously been reserved as a special group in Pierre's name -something that, together with their Palestinian passports, resulted in no names being on the manifest and only Pierre having to show his passport.
This demand for complete confidentiality was something that the more experienced of the women, notably Patricia Kirk and Amanda Weathers, had come across before when dealing with the investments of the very rich.
'It all adds up,' said Patricia. 'I've come across very rich people living in outlandish places to avoid the media and who want their investments kept completely secret."
'Yes,' added Amanda, 'and to avoid the taxman of their native countries.'
'Yea, I guess it all makes sense,' said Jill Sanders in her educated Bostonian accent.
'Well it certainly will be exciting to meet this guy, 'said her sister Candice with a laugh. 'Ten to one he'll turn out to be a fellow American who likes to keep some of investments abroad.'
Listening to this chatter, Pierre laughed to himself. What innocents they were!


4 - THE RESULTS OF A LITTLE FORCED BREEDING

Satisfied with the first part of his inspection of the Blue Team, Malaka stood back whilst Borka ordered the women to move along the bench to the higher end, so that it was their bellies that were level with Malaka's eyes.
'Thrust bellies out!' he ordered and then added. 'Out properly! Now legs apart! Knees bend!"
Malaka encouraged the boy overseers to talk harshly to the harem women, especially the European ones. There must be no fraternisation between the women and the black eunuchs in charge of them, or else discipline in the harem would be affected. Indeed he felt that the women would soon take advantage of any kindness that might be shown them to them.
The team overseers were responsible for ensuring that their women were properly depilated - something Malaka felt very strongly about. Each eunuch knew that if their superior found the slightest sign of a pubic hair then they would get the rough end of his tongue. Fortunately they were able to use the latest depilatory creams and techniques, including lasers and radiation, to ensure that their women remained as smooth as a little girl - just as the Price liked it.
The women of the Blue Team, still looking straight ahead, were now straining to thrust out their bellies and to display their smooth intimacies to the critical gaze of the chief black eunuch.
Branded low on each of their bellies was a black circle containing, in blue, the Arabic numerals of their harem number. Above this, also within a black circle were branded two green coloured crossed scimitars, the crest of the Prince's ruling family. The blue, green and black colours of the brands had been achieved by rubbing the appropriate pigment into marks immediately after the branding iron had been withdrawn.
'Remember,' Malaka was never tired of telling his young assistants, 'these women are all kept here in the Prince's harem for one purpose only: to please their Master with the sight or use of their bodies.'
Therefore Malaka specially checked during his inspections that each woman's beauty lips were indeed a beautiful and entrancing sight, ready to attract the attention of their Master and to receive his manhood - paying particular attention to those of women who had been subjected to a partial or fully circumcision. Furthermore, in Borka's team, to emphasise their importance, the blue painted beauty lips were further outlined in black in a prettily drawn heart-shaped oval.
Slowly he made his way along the line of proffered bellies, examining each one for perfect smoothness and complete lack of a hair, stroking the outer lips of one woman, the inner lips of another and then feeling up to check on the tightness of a third one.