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

But Malaka was also concerned to check the slimness of each woman's waist and standing back, he used his long cane to point out to young Borka, both points that needed attention and those which were satisfactory. Borka was similarly using his dogwhip to show changes in each woman's body that he had brought about and of which he was particularly proud.
The chief black eunuch paused at the end of the line in front of the identically curved bellies of Numbers 7 and 14, Caroline and Chantalle. He ran his hand appreciatively and knowingly over their bare swollen bellies. In their case, the Prince's crest, branded on their bellies, was beginning to look erotically stretched and the very curve of their bellies made an erotic comparison with the flat tummies and slim waists of the other women.
Malaka smiled grimly as he remembered how this pair of intelligent and sophisticated Western women, like the Dutch mother and daughter before them, had been tricked by Pierre into entering the Prince's harem - and then broken by Borka into their new life as the Prince's concubines and a Matched Pair at that - trained by fear of the cane to please their Master together. Only a few months ago, as free and independent young women in London and Paris, neither of them would ever guessed in their the worst nightmares that soon, collared and manacled, they would be presenting a bare and swollen belly for inspection by the chief black eunuch of an Arabian Prince.
He smiled again as he glanced up at one of the large calligraphic Arabic scripts on the harem wall, beautifully executed in gold leaf: "A harem is not a harem without a few nicely curved bellies on display". Indeed, indeed!
He turned back to the bellies of the two beautiful tall blond women and ran his hand down over them. Here there was a difference. Instead of their bare intimacies and ringed clitorises being on display, a tightly fitting and carefully shaped triangular chainmail breeding belt was locked over their beauty lips to ensure that they could not interfere with the black progeny growing happily inside them.
From each the two top corners of the triangular chainmail breeding belt two little chains led up to another chain that went tightly round their waist. This was closed by a little padlock in the small of the women's backs and spare links enabled it to be let out as the belly swelled.
Similarly, from the third corner down between their legs, two other little chains ran up across their bottoms to the same chain around the waist, keeping the belt tightly drawn down over their beauty lips whilst still leaving their rear orifices available for a humiliating use by their cruel Master.
Not only could the women not even push a knitting needle through the chainmail itself, they were unable to get even a little finger underneath. Indeed, to their horror, they had slowly realised that, thanks to these belts, they would have to carry their unwanted progeny right through to delivery.
As the two women held their positions and remained looking straight ahead over his head, Malaka again ran an experienced hand down over her their bellies and their well-rounded childbearing hips. Then he checked the fit of the breeding belts. Yes, they were still nice and tight.
Then he nodded to Nadu, who wheeled his trolley up to where the two reluctant mothers-to-be were standing. Keeping the screen so that the women could not see it, Nadu slowly ran the scanner's "mouse" over each of the two curved bellies, enabling the monitor to show Malaka the satisfactory state of the twin half-black embryos that each girl was carrying. Malaka and Nadu were now animatedly discussing the state of their progeny as displayed on the screen. But as they were talking in Swahili, the women had no idea what was being said.

Much as the two women longed to look down to see what the monitor was displaying, they did not dare to do so - for Borka's dreaded cane was tapping each of them under the chin as a reminder to keep their heads up and look straight ahead. Both Caroline and Chantalle did now realise that they were expecting and could feel their progeny moving and kicking. But as they, too, had not been able to see their chosen mate, they were not only blissfully ignorant of the fact they were both carrying half-giant Dinkas for their Master, but also that they were both carrying twins - for any questions on the matter to Borka, had only resulted in them being threatened with a caning for "Undue inquisitiveness".
Indeed the black eunuchs and the Prince himself considered that what the women lucky enough to be selected for forced breeding were actually being made to carry was none of the women's business. They were merely the Prince's indentured servants - virtually slaves to be made to do their Master's bidding and to give him pleasure as he indulged in his favourite hobby.
But there was, in truth, much more to it than a mere hobby. It was indeed the traditional fate of captured Christian women going back to the days of the Crusades. "Seek your revenge on the infidels by enslaving their captured women and by mating them with your black servants" ran another script on the wall. The Prince used to take the opportunity to display his piety at a dinner he had given to the local leading Imams and Caids by showing how he was updating the ancient tenet by using his modern white Christian slavegirls, so-called liberated Western women, to breed good future Moslem mulatto servants.
Malaka smiled to himself as he remembered how this second Matched Pair of blond women in the Blue Team had certainly caught the Prince's eye. So much so that, as with the first pair, the Dutch mother and daughter before them, he could hardly wait to subject them to his hobby of Forced Breeding. This did not mean that he had to stop enjoying them. On the contrary, he normally enjoyed taking his women as if they were boys - and, even if they were "Expecting a Happy Event", as his black eunuchs cruelly and euphemistically termed it, their rear orifices were still kept available.
Malaka smiled again as he remembered the horror of this beautiful pair of white women at being told that their mating, with their faces veiled to safeguard their hated Master's honour, was to be the highlight of a special feast being given by him to the Mullahs and other local and influential dignitaries. Being blindfolded they had no idea that they were both being crossed with the same virile giant Dinka from their Master's Black Guards.
It had been a fine display with the two women greatly amusing the guests by screaming out aloud their horror and ineffectual protests, as each in turn felt an unknown seed jetting up inside them. It was a sight made all the more poignant for the guests as they had been told that the women did not know that their normal contraceptive pills, used by the black eunuchs to prevent the harem women from conceiving by their Master, had been replaced by a course of innocuous looking fertility ones.
Thus unknown to them, the proven potent seed that they had felt jetting into them was indeed carrying out an enhanced fertilising role - for the Prince liked to experiment with half Dinka twins, or even triplets, to be produced as future labourers for his estates, thereby seeking to combine the strength and resilience of the giant Dinkas sires with the cleverness of their white dams.
Malaka smiled yet again as he remembered the jealous rage of the other team overseers who felt that, with these two pairs of women, young Borka had been allowed to acquire for his team more then his fair share of the much sought after European Christian women - an imbalance would shortly be rectified.
On several bellies, as young Borka was also now keen to display, one or more red stars had also been branded: one for each already successfully completed maternity. In particular he pointed to the red stars recently branded onto the bellies marked 20a and 20b. Malaka smiled, for these were the bellies of the beautiful Dutch mother, Martha, and her young daughter Dolly, who had also been tricked by Pierre into becoming the Prince's concubines.
Again a satisfied Malaka stood back.
'Attention!' barked young Borka. The women all straightened up, their hands still clasped behind their necks.
'About turn!' Moving as one, the team of women turned round. Their long slender backs and swelling behinds were now beautifully on display to the Prince's chief eunuch.
'Legs apart, present buttocks!' came the next order.
The women now bent over and pulled the cheeks of their bottoms apart to present their much prized rear orifices to Malaka. Knowing his Master's preference for taking a woman as if she were a boy, this was an important part of Malaka's daily inspection. Each must tight, but not too tight, so as to accommodate their Master's manhood. Stretching and keeping stretched, each woman's rear orifice with a specially designed ivory phallus was an important part of each overseer's duty, as was keeping them clean and scented - and so was something that Malaka liked to check up on.
Malaka's morning inspection of the Blue Team was now complete.
Whilst all this had been going on, Malaka's mind had kept going back to the message he had sent Pierre, to go ahead and bring his team of unsuspecting young women to the Prince's palace. They should be arriving very soon. The young Frenchman had in the past discreetly produced some delightfully unwilling European women for the Prince's harem. Now he seemed to have excelled himself with a whole team of them.
It would not, he chuckled to himself, be long now before these new recruits for the harem would, too, be blushingly displaying themselves to his humiliatingly intimate daily inspections


5 - CAUGHT!

The arrival at Tangier airport was fine. Pierre had told the women to say that they
were coming on a group holiday. Half-hidden under black robes and waving their false Palestinian passports, they had been quickly waved through immigration. Thus, just as Pierre had planned, there was no individual record of them ever having arrived in Tangier under their real names. Outside the terminal, two large cars were waiting to take them to a quiet hanger where the Prince's private aircraft was waiting to take them to ... well, Pierre never did tell them just where. In fact it was not very far by air, but unbeknown to them, the plane made a few large circles to make the women think that they were being taken a long way away - much to their excitement.
It was still not dark when the aircraft landed on what was the Prince's private airstrip and taxied to a stop. It was warm and all the women could see were a few palm trees and in the distance some mountains.
Waiting for the six women and the boy was a minibus and a smart Mercedes car. Pierre spoke in Arabic to a strange looking black man with an oddly high-pitched voice. He then introduced him to the women as his client's major-domo. He seemed particularly interested in meeting them, looking each woman and the boy up and down as he shook hands.
Pierre then explained that as it was a little late and as the women must be tired after their long flight, his client had arranged to put them up in his guesthouse where they could rest, and make their presentation to him in the morning. He himself, he explained, would go on ahead with the major-domo in the Mercedes to make sure that all was ready for them. Everything, he assured them, was looking just fine.
Unsuspectingly the women boarded the minibus, which then drove off. They waved to Pierre.
'See you later,' he called out. But they never did see him again.
Suddenly a roadblock, apparently manned by armed soldiers, halted their minibus.
'They bandits!' cried the driver in broken English, in simulated alarm. 'You be very careful or they kill you.'
One by one the women were ordered off the minibus, leaving their luggage behind them. Unseen by those still in the bus, each was quickly handcuffed with her hands behind her back, blindfolded and gagged and then led into special truck, like those used to transport prisoners, with small individual cells. Only the boy was left in the minibus - to be taken to a special clinic where he would be castrated before being sent onto the Prince.
The truck was then driven off with the frantic women each locked into a separate cell.


PART II


INTO THE HAREM