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

6 - THE PRINCE KILLS TIME

The Prince was smiling happily. He had just heard the news that his new acquisitions had innocently walked into the trap that Pierre had set and were now on their way to his palace.
He could hardly wait to get his hands on them. Already Malaka had allocated them Harem Numbers and had registered them, under these numbers, with the Morals Police as indentured servants. They had, in turn, allocated them Registered Numbers. Provided each woman was clearly marked with her Harem Number, they did not require their real names.
Collars with their Registered Numbers engraved on the side had been prepared and Huda, the black eunuch, the trained harem male nurse and tattooist, was also ready to tattoo the new women's Registered Numbers onto the back of their hands - like those of all the Prince's women.
To kill time and to steady his nerves, the Prince was again watching his collection of beautiful women, either from behind the wooden screen in his office, or on the large television screen. He was particularly pleased with his new security system whose cameras displayed to the Prince and to the supervising black eunuch on duty, exactly what was going on in every corner of the harem. The small cameras even covered and recorded the walled garden team, dormitories and bathrooms and, thanks to infra-red working, both by day and night.
The Prince found it all utterly absorbing and arousing - they were his women, in his power. His virility might now not be what it had been when he was a young man but, he felt, climaxing was not everything. Merely watching his women gave him great pleasure.
In the West, a collector of, say, beautiful pictures could only admire them hanging on a wall. But, as the Prince was fond of saying, in the Moslem world, a collector of beautiful young women could use them in so many more ways. He could touch and feel them. He could hear them as they chattered to each other or screamed out under the whip. He could use them for forced breeding. He could cage and fatten them up until they could only waddle like ducks. And, of course, above all he could use them for his sexual pleasure.
By registering them with the local Morals Police as Indentured Servants he could virtually enslave them. By depriving them of the sight of another man he could make them long for his touch, even they had been first repelled by him. No matter how free and independent his white women had been, locked up in his harem, under the control of his black eunuchs, they were conditioned to be little more than household pets, to be groomed, displayed and used for his pleasure.
Even just looking at these live creatures was much more diverting than merely looking at a picture. He thoroughly enjoyed watching them, unseen, being exercised by their young black team overseers; being made to practice performing before him, like show animals in a circus, in giving degrading "exhibitions" with each other, as they were called in the Arab world; being made to perform even more degradingly in their team bathrooms; resting on their cushions or on carpets in the patio by the side of the pool; straining to carry his palanquin; attending on him in his own bathroom; or even just walking hand in hand along the winding paths of the garden - but, in all these cases, always under the watchful eye of a black eunuch.
Furthermore the sight of his crest and of the women's harem numbers, prominently branded on their bellies, never failed to arouse him - and if some of these brands were strangely stretched across well curved bellies then so much the better. Equally arousing in these cases were the carefully polished chainmail breeding-belts that ensured that these bellies became increasing curved whether their owners liked it or not.
On this occasion he had been quietly watching the Blue and Red Teams of his women being exercised, each under their rival black eunuch overseers. It had been a stimulating sight with each team of some eight or nine beautiful women, including a few well-educated European ones, jumping to obey their young overseer's orders - and his whip. The white women, in particular, had cost him a fortune to acquire, but he consoled himself with the thought that he was a wealthy man and his harem was his main distraction - and, of course, one that enabled him to obey the Arabic scripts on the wall of the harem
Yes, he had been thinking, a little Forced Breeding was indeed a fascinating pastime. Fortunately, here in North Africa he could indulge in it to his heart's content, for women had the legal status of minors and the fundamentalist mullahs encouraged the registration of concubines with their Morals Police as numbered indentured servants, marked as such and legally with no more rights than an animal,. Indeed Forced Breeding, especially from his white slavegirls, had become his favourite hobby. Naturally, however, he would not be the sire - for his sons must be of pure Bedouin blood and not contaminated by that of any Christian dog of a concubine.
But it was not only the sight of white women being made to carry black progeny that he found so stimulating, but also the choosing the most suitable black mate for a particular white woman and then seeing her being covered. He would often invite his friends to come and help choose the right mate and then watch the subsequent mating. These matings of despised Western women also provided a useful opportunity for him to show off his piety to the local Mullahs.
Every day at lunchtime, with Malaka standing at his side, Nadu would specially parade the European women who had been mated in front of him. Proudly he would display their beautiful and increasingly curved bellies. Each made an arousing sight and one that never failed to produce in the Prince a further satisfying feeling of power and pride of ownership - ownership of these beautiful, but now helpless, white women. Until recently his beautiful Matched Pair of a Dutch mother and daughter had particularly fascinated him.
However, they had now delivered their progeny and it was his more recently acquired and mated Matched Pair of a young Englishwoman, the actress Penelope Lyndsey-Baker and French young married woman Chantalle de Mieury, who now fascinated him, together with his also married pretty Austrian concubine, Mizzi, who he had mated at the same time as Penelope and Chantalle. But whereas they had been mated with the same one of his giant Dinka Black Guards, Mizzi had been mated with a black pygmy.
Watching their swelling bellies, each guarded by a chainmail breeding-belt, gave him a great feeling of power. Indeed, whilst he often chose them to pleasure him as he took his post luncheon siesta.
His only regret had been that he did not own a pair of Christian sisters whom he could degrade and enjoy. But now Pierre was producing, amongst others, a pair of Jewish American sisters as well as an English mother and daughter and a couple of Lesbians. Perhaps by mating each pair of American or English women to the same sire he could establish, as he had with his recently acquired two valuable American palomino and English Thoroughbred mares now in his stables, a new half American breeding line of two legged mulattos and a new line of pure European women.
Yes, these women would all be his, his to do with as he liked.
As always he had particularly enjoyed the sight of Nadu making his young white mothers-to-be, naked except for their shiny breeding-belts, play in the shallow end of the swimming pool, throwing a large heavy ball to each other over a net. Keeping the belly and breast muscles of these mothers-to-be firm and strong was a key part of Nadu's pre-natal training and he was watching them carefully from the side of the pool, a long carriage whip in his hand, ready to correct any woman not exercising her belly properly.
But it was not only secretly watching his women that the Prince so enjoyed - as well as, of course, taking them. He also enjoyed playing with their bodies, playing with one of the teams as they, half naked and apparently lovingly, crowded round him, passionately kissing him and murmuring endearments - under the watchful eye, of course, of their young black overseer. He would cup their breasts, put his arms round their waists and run his hands down over their long backs and over their soft bottoms and bellies, especially over bellies that were showing a nice curve.
Although the embarrassing presence of an older black eunuch might have put him off and affected his virility, he felt no such qualms over taking a woman in the presence of a young black boy eunuch. The boy would be using his dogwhip to ensure that the woman or women, whatever they may have felt privately, all fully participated in the orgy of pleasing their Master and tried their utmost to give him great pleasure whilst not getting very much, or indeed any, themselves.
As a precaution against the Christian girls in the team trying to attack their hated fat Master, their young black overseer would always hold them by leads fastened to their collars, so that he could at any moment jerk them backwards. As a further precaution, all the Christian women's wrists were kept manacled fastened behind their backs in the presence of their loathsome Master, whilst white Matched Pairs were also kept chained together by the neck.
Like the fundamentalist mullahs, the Prince fervently believed in the basic inferiority of women. By law they ranked only as minors. "Allah has put helpless women into the world for the enjoyment of men," ran another Arabic script on the walls of the main harem room, "go ye and enjoy them, as many as ye can afford - but make sure ye rule them well." Not unnaturally, therefore, he was a firm believer in a large harem and in his women being kept under strict discipline by his black eunuchs - with fear of the cane constantly hanging over them.
Indeed he particularly enjoyed keeping his women, especially his well-educated white ones, in constant fear of corporal punishment. He had therefore recently introduced a new and particularly painful cane into the harem and, as a further psychological way of instilling fear into the women, this knobbly rattan cane was kept prominently hanging up in the main harem courtyard. Here it served as a humiliating reminder to his concubines of their status as mere indentured servants. It also acted a clear deterrent to any woman, especially a white one, tempted to get too big for her boots or to start demanding her freedom.
Quite apart from the occasional admonishing strokes of his dogwhip, each of the young black team overseers had the authority to award up to ten strokes of this rattan cane to the women in his charge for minor misdeeds, such as lack of respect towards themselves, failing to make themselves look beautiful, or failing to perform their natural functions in time with the rest of the team.
But the young overseers well knew that the actual pain of the caning constituted only part of the punishment. Each overseer had his own comfortable quarters, attached to the dormitory of his team. Thus, rather than immediately thrashing a girl when she committed an offence, they would often keep the woman nervously waiting for days. Then, whilst the women were, for instance, taking their siesta in the team dormitory, he would suddenly call a woman he had previously sentenced to come into his adjoining room.
Then, through the open door way, the other women in the dormitory would hear him first order the culprit to go and fetch the dreaded cane. Then, lying on their simple mattresses on the floor, they would imagine the scene, as the trembling woman would then have to kiss the cane and offer it to their young overseer him on her knees.
Now the women in the adjoining dormitory would hear, and count, the thwack of the rattan cane on bare flesh through the open door - and thank their lucky stars that it was not being applied to their own bottoms. Psychologically this was thus even more effective than caning a girl in front of her team.
The Prince would watch these scenes on the harem's very clear internal television system, often, whilst being pleasured by other nervous concubines.
It was a technique that was also used by Malaka himself when he caned a woman in his quarters, off the main harm room. Then the whole harem would be sitting outside, sitting on their cushions under the supervision of their overseers and scared stiff - again hearing the application of the special rattan cane and the cries of pain that it produced.
Malaka had the authority to order up to twenty strokes of the rattan cane for more serious offences such as disobedience, referring to the Master in disrespectful terms, or hesitation in pleasing him in some degrading manner. Only for major offences such as impertinence to the Master, or being caught trying to masturbate, whether alone or with another woman, was a woman caned in front of the whole harem - and in the presence of the Master himself.
The Prince also enjoyed watching his women being subjected by their young overseers to the degrading control of their natural functions. He liked to watch a whole team being made by their young overseer, carrying his dogwhip, to perform simultaneously to his orders. It was excellent for discipline.
Moreover, apart from this, if a girl wished to spend a penny, as his English girls used to say, then they had to ask their boy overseer to take them to the team bathroom where he would humiliatingly stand over them as they performed. It was something that the women, particularly the white ones, never got used to.
Oh yes, the Prince ruminated, nothing could match the joy of owning a harem of well-disciplined and helpless young women of different nationalities and races.
Suddenly there was an urgent knock on the door. Malaka entered and salaamed deeply.
'Your Highness!' he announced excitedly, 'the new women have arrived.'


7 - THE PRINCE SEES HIS NEW ACQUISITIONS

It only took the truck half an hour to take the women to the Prince's palace. They heard the truck stop apparently at a guarded gate at the gates and then again outside the harem wing. They heard voices - strangely high pitched ones. Then, one by one, the handcuffed, gagged and blindfolded women were led out and down a passageway to a cellar, where the Prince, accompanied by Pierre, was waiting to approve his new acquisitions from behind a wooden lattice screen. .
When all were present, they were lined up with their hands still strapped behind their backs. These were fastened to a line of rings set in the wall. They were now helpless. Their blindfolds were removed but they remained gagged.
They looked around with a mixture of astonishment and fear. They were, they saw, in a well-lit dungeon. In the corner was a small internal television camera that seemed to be pointing at them. For whose benefit, they wondered?
However, they were more concerned by the sight of a small but powerful-looking black man who was walking up and down in front of them. He was the same man to whom Pierre had introduced them earlier on. He was dressed in Eastern clothes and was wearing a turban. He looked both intelligent and cruel. In his hand was long, whippy, silver-tipped bamboo cane with as curved handle. He was tapping it impatiently against the palm of his other hand. With him was another similarly dressed black man, who would later be taking a keen interest in some of their bodies: Nadu.
Despite their muscular appearance, they were talking to each other in what seemed Arabic - and in the same high-pitched voices that they had heard earlier on. Goodness, each woman was thinking, could they be eunuchs? They had heard of black eunuch being charge, in olden times, of Moslem harems. But, surely, they did not exist these days?
Several of the women tried to get free but found that they were securely fastened to the rings in the brick wall.
The two black men now started to brush and rearrange the helpless women's rather dishevelled hair and clothes as if getting them ready for a display. But why, each woman wanted to know? And, in any case, where were they? But, gagged as they were, they were quite unable to ask.
Soon the burly little black man carrying the silver tipped cane seemed satisfied with the women's appearance. He picked up a house phone and said something. Moments later the women saw a shadowy figure behind a wooden lattice grille set in the wall facing them.