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

The women could just hear voices speaking behind the grille. One was a rather deep masculine voice, quite different from those of the big black men. The other seemed vaguely familiar - surely, each woman was thinking, it could not be that of Pierre? How strange! No, it can't be! But they would have been even more astonished if they had overheard and understood the conversation between the Prince and Pierre.
'Here they are they are, Your Highness, six young English and American business women delivered to your harem some - and no one, outside your Palace staff, knows where they are.'
'Good, Pierre, you've have done well - and they are an attractive batch of women.' The gross Prince picked up the brochure describing the women, which Pierre had sent to him. 'Now which is which?'
'On the left, Your Highness,' Pierre indicated, 'are the English mother and daughter, Amanda and Diana. As you can see they both have similar long blond hair and blue eyes. And there is a strong family resemblance and the mother scarcely looks 37 years old. I think they will make a fine Matched Pair for Your Highness.'
'Yes, Pierre, yes indeed, but I think I'd like to check that the beauty of their bodies matches that of their faces.'
The Prince picked up the house phone and gave an order to a grinning Malaka. 'They won't need their business suits here,' he remarked to Pierre, as Malaka took a large pair of scissors and said something to Nadu. Amanda and Diana watched their approach with frightened eyes.
Little moans of protest came from under their gags as Nadu deftly unlocked the mother's handcuffs, releasing one arm, and pulled it free from her coat. Then, whilst Malaka held her in a strong grip, he did the same with her other arm and then refastened them both behind her back. Her coat now lay on the floor by her feet. They repeated the process with Diana.
Then Malaka slowly and methodically cut the straps of both their petticoats and bras and pulled them down to their waists. He knew that the Master would enjoy seeing them being stripped - the slower the better.
There were gasps of horror and protest from behind the other women's gags as both mother and daughter blushed with shame at being naked to the waist before these two black men - and before the men hidden behind the screen.
'Good firm breasts and slim waists,' commented the Prince to Pierre, as Malaka lifted up the full globes of first the mother and then the smaller ones of her daughter. 'That's what I like to see on a concubine.'
Clearly they were both appalled at being handled in this way, but Malaka had not finished. Deftly he unfastened Amanda's skirt and pulled it down. Her petticoat followed. Meanwhile, Nadu had been doing the same to Diana. Both skirts and petticoats were now lying round their ankles.
'No! No!' they both screamed behind the gags as their panties were also removed, baring their tummies and a line of pubic hair. Now all that they were wearing were black suspender belts and stockings that showed off their long slim legs.
'They've both got good legs and nice child-bearing hips,' commented the Prince with a cruel laugh. 'But I hate the sight of pubic hair,' he muttered. 'Malaka won't let them keep that for long.'
As if Malaka had heard his Master's comment, the chief black eunuch then handed a pot of depilating cream to Nadu who, using a wooden spatula, began to smear the burning paste over their mounds and beauty lips. Within moments both were writhing with pain as the paste began to do its work.
'We'll leave them for a few minutes,' said Malaka, turning to the next two women in the line; Jill and Caroline Saunders.
He stood right in front of them, staring them right in the eye and impatiently tapping his cane against the palm of his left hand. The two women could not meet his gaze and looked down, cringing with fear. Nadu then went behind them and, seizing their arms, momentarily unlocked their handcuffs and slipped off their coats. Tucking his cane under his arm, Malaka then slowly cut the shoulder straps of their petticoats and bras and pulled them down to the waists. They, too, were now naked to the waist.
Behind the screen, Pierre point to the two women. 'These two beauties,' he said, 'are the American sisters. Again, with their strong family resemblance, they could, Your Highness, make another delightful Matched Pair for your harem - though I doubt if they will enjoy that!'
'These women will not be here to enjoy themselves,' exclaimed the Prince with great glee, 'but to give pleasure to me - and, if they don't perform properly, they'll get the cane from their black eunuch overseers. There's nothing like the cane, wielded by a black eunuch, to bring a recalcitrant woman to heel - especially a previously independent white woman.'
'Indeed, Your Highness.' murmured Pierre.
Soon the rest of the beautifully slim bodies of Jill and Candice were displayed, making the Prince highly delighted at having acquired them. Soon they too were squirming as the depilatory cream did its work, whilst Malaka and Nadu turned to the last two remaining women.
'The next two, Your Highness,' said Pierre, 'are Patricia and the younger Kelly, the lesbian couple I mentioned to you. Kelly is a natural masochist and in thrall to the older Patricia, her Mistress. She's been her so-called slave and as you can see her Mistress has even kept her depilated - like your own women slaves.'
'Well,' laughed the Prince, 'I can't see Malaka allowing that relationship to go on any longer in a harem supervised by him. Indeed just as it will be amusing for me to take one of the women in the Matched Pairs in front of the other, so I shall enjoy taking Patricia's own slave girl in front of her. That'll teach her - as will now being depilated by Malaka, in front of her hitherto humble slave. They'll soon learn that their duty is to me, their Master. They're both my slaves now.'
'Yes, Your Highness,' agreed Pierre. 'I can see I was right in thinking that having a lesbian couple, interned in your harem, might appeal to you.'
'Quite apart from natural lesbians, when you keep a large group of women shut up in a harem and prevent them from seeing any man other than their Master, then they'll soon start getting crushes, as the English call it, on each other. But it's the task of my eunuchs to make sure that they never have the opportunity to consummate their forbidden love. If they caught together, then they are thrashed, just as a girl is if caught playing with herself. For a second offence they circumcised.'
'Quite right, Your Highness, quite right!'
Nadu was now using his wooden spatula to remove the mixture of depilating cream and hair from the women's mounds and beauty lips. As he did so, the true beauty of the women was revealed to the watching Prince, whilst Malaka was able to check more easily on the sensuousness of each woman by tickling her now revealed beauty bud.
'Yes that's better,' chortled the Prince, his double chin quivering with excitement. 'You have done very well. Are you sure no one could ever trace them back to here?'
'Quite sure, Your Highness. I live in Europe and make my living from inveigling white women into the harems of rich Arabs. It will be my head that will be on the block if these women were ever found - I have made sure that they never will be.'
'Excellent!' said the Prince. 'They're all so attractive that I hardly which to take first. Remind me to tell Malaka to make sure that they're all on the pill. I don't want any half-infidel sons,' he laughed. 'Oh yes, I hear that the boy has arrived at the nearby clinic and is being emasculated even now. So I can settle your bill.'
He handed Pierre a banker's draft for a very large sum of U.S. dollars.
It was a very satisfied Pierre who later slept that night in the Prince guest house, imagining what next might happen to the six women he had tricked into disappearing into the Prince's harem. That didn't really concern him. Safe under his pillow was the banker's draft which, being drawn on a reputable international bank, was as good as cash. And that was what mattered to Pierre!


8 - PATRICIA IS BROKEN IN

The six women were still fastened to the line of rings in the wall behind where they were now standing naked and hideously ashamed at not being even partly able to hide their nakedness with their hands. Malaka thought it was time their gags were removed and he invited the young team overseers to come and inspect the captives. But first he must instil in the women a real fear of the cane.
Swishing it alarmingly through the air, he now walked up and down the line of women, occasionally bringing it down on a cushion in front of them or using its tip to raise their breasts. He could see that they were petrified. For the first time he spoke to them in his broken English.
'Heads up! You all look straight ahead. Any woman, she look down, she get cane. Ten strokes!'
He then strode down the line, raising their chins with his cane. He paused in front of Patricia, formerly their leader.
'You not raise chin properly,' he shouted and brought the cane down across her bottom.
Patricia gave a gasp under her gag and hastily strained to raise her chin. It was enough to make the other women all nervously do so, too. They were quivering with fear, bared breasts trembling. How awful to be treated like this - and by a frightening-looking black man at that.
Malaka looked up and down the line of naked women, all now nervously looking straight ahead.
'Now we take off your gags. But you not say one word or you get cane - like this.' He brought his cane down across the full breasts of Amanda who, unable to get her hands up to ease the pain, doubled up.
'Head up!' screamed Malaka, giving Amanda another sharp tap of his cane across her lowered shoulders. 'Look straight ahead!'
With a sob she obeyed. Anything was better than another stroke of that cane. But who was this terrifying black man with a high-pitched voice?
Nadu now went down the line, unfastening their gags, whilst Malaka stood in front of them, again menacingly tapping his cane against the palm of his hand.
'So,' he said mockingly, 'any woman dare say a word?'
There was at first a stony silence, but then it was broken, very daringly, by Patricia.
'How dare you treat us like this!' she cried. 'Who are you? Where are we? I demand you ...'
Malaka smiled with pleasure and interrupted her: 'Right, you get cane, twenty strokes. You turn round and you bend over. Other women you look straight ahead - or you get cane too.'