The beginning Chapter of a Harem Story

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 I am trying something a bit different this time. Here are a few pages of a Harem story I am writing along with a picture of one of the female  characters.  I hope to have the rest in Emma's  hands this weekend .
                                                                       
2:15  AM
“  It distresses me that you  fail to appreciate the honor I have done you, Lady Fraser, by allowing you  to taste my  seed.  Even drunk second hand  from Anna‘s womb, it is an honor which a worthless slave such as yourself should eagerly , and gratefully, grasp.  Yet you seem to find  my seed to be distasteful,  to be beneath you.  “

      The room was richly decorated in 19th century style, but very oppressive, the  heat of the Nile Delta day having lingered in the  room despite the hour.  There was no breeze despite  the best efforts of  a slowly rotating ceiling fan, leaving the room’s three occupants covered in their own and each other’s sweat and the warm air thick with the raw smell of sex.  One man and two women occupied that room.  The man was the one speaking.  He physically dominated the room and its female occupants.  Even naked, he radiated an air of  power.  Some of that impression was due to his height and the sheer bulk of his heavy set build and some  to the riding crop he held, but mostly it was his attitude.  He projected an expectation of absolute obedience, an expectation bred into him by a lifetime as a member of Egypt‘s Ruling family.  For he was a Prince, the brother of King Faud I  and the uncle of the current  ruler , young King Farouk I.   Though his family no longer actually ruled Egypt, having  been  reduced to little more than British puppets for the last fifty years, they still considered themselves as having absolute power even if  that power was now  limited to  the confines of their  palaces.  So it was here.  In his mansion,  he held absolute power over  life and death , bound by no law beyond his own will. 

    The man’s  skin was dark, darker  than that of most Europeans, but still lighter than the lower class of  Egyptians.  His brownish color skin and  his jet black hair and mustache taken with  his  six foot height and  his blue eyes illustrated  his family’s history in  human form, a mixed heritage combining  the savage Albanian bloodline of  the rebellious Ottoman general  who established the dynasty in the early 19th century with the  ancient genes of the Egyptian women who had  filled the family’s harems.  The contrast between him and  the two women was striking, a contrast of  dark to  light.  The woman  on the divan, Anna, was perhaps 5’7” tall with  long curly blonde  hair framing an oval, full lipped face.  She displayed a highly desirable expanse of very white flawless skin, its paleness  relieved only  by the red nipples on her very full  breasts and the blood red of her nails and lipstick.  She was dressed  in imitation of one of the popular wartime pin up girls with  dark nylon hose on her long legs and  a short black corset  covering her midsection but leaving the woman‘s breasts, ass and  shaven sex exposed.   The second woman, the woman the Prince was addressing,  was smaller, perhaps 5’ 4” , older than the blonde, perhaps thirty, and had thick dark  auburn  hair that fell to  her shoulders.  Lady Fraser’s skin was as white as the blonde’s, the paleness relieved only by the pale red of her small nipples.  By the pale, almost milk like color of their skin, it  was obvious that neither woman had been exposed to the sun for a long time. Unlike the blonde, the dark haired woman wore neither expensive lingerie nor cosmetics.  She was simply nude, her slim, shaven body unadorned except for the thick iron collar around her neck  and the set of iron manacles on her wrists joined by a foot long iron chain. Lady Fraser’s face was hidden from view beneath a curtain of her dark hair.  Her body was  physically a match for the blonde‘s , though  on a more delicate frame.  But she lacked the sexuality that seemed to radiate from Anna.  The only thing radiating from her  body was  fear.  Three very contrasting figures with only one  physical  trait in common,  their blue eyes. 

 The dark skinned Prince continued  speaking to the dark haired woman., his voice rich and low.

“     It also distresses me that you have refused to show the common courtesy of properly thanking Anna for allowing  you access to her womb so that you may enjoy that honor.  Instead you have shown only contempt. You taste Anna and  then act as if  you had been served  your maid’s turd on a silver platter.   You  are no longer in a position to repay  kindness with  insults.  Or to indulge in false pride. Have you forgotten how it was your  false pride that led you here to my harem?  How you insulted me?  Or how I then punished you by taking you  from the highest level of society to slavery in my harem.   And while you once could safely treat a White Russian refugee like Anna with  all the contempt you British ladies reserve for  the lesser breeds, that time is over.  Here, Anna is the  lady, and you are the lesser breed, the dirt beneath every foot, even beneath every Egyptian foot. Just because it amuses me continue to address you  as Lady Fraser, do not think that you retain any of the privilege or respect you once enjoyed.  Your false pride offends me; it must and will be severely corrected.   Most severely corrected. “

    As he spoke, His Highness, Prince Abdul Moneim Hasan, stepped  around the blonde, who lay on her back with her nylon clad  legs spread  held wide open to expose her smoothly shaven sex and with  both her hands tied to the divan above her head.  He stood above the  kneeling Lady Fraser and looked down at her.  Her lips were pressed into the moaning blonde’s cum saturated vagina, her tongue straining to reach even deeper  inside in search of  Anna’s womb.   The kneeling woman felt her legs begin to shake  as  the Prince  spoke  in  that quiet cultivated tone of his, a tone which Lady Fraser knew would inevitably preceded  some terrible new humiliation.  Feeling the fear growing in the pit of her stomach, she tried desperately to concentrate on  the task of  sucking the Prince’s cum from the blonde‘s vagina..  But as the Prince spoke those last  words, she realized just what he had planned for her.  Her fears overwhelmed her.  Lady Fraser’s  face came away from the other woman’s vulva,  revealing  her autocratic features, the high cheekbones,  full red lips,  and   large blue eyes, as she begged for mercy.  Her  eyes sought the Prince’s,  pleading as desperately as the words tumbling from her lips.

“  Oh please, please, your Highness, your slave most humbly begs your forgiveness.  I am so very sorry, your Highness that I have insulted you.  I had had too much to drink, I  was stupid and made a bad joke. Please, I wish that I could take back my words, I wish that I had never spoken of you in such a disrespectful matter.  Please forgive me for my terrible insult.  I deserve punishment for how I have offended, but  please, please punish me yourself. You have already taken away everything I held dear. If you wish to punish me more, please… beat me, whip me, anything!  Please, I beg you on my knees, anything but those Blacks!   I cannot take that again! Please , I will do better, your Highness.  I  beg you to let me swallow your royal seed , please allow me to lick Anna’s sweet cunny.  I will do anything you order, anything.  Please!  Any punishment but them, Master!   I beg you, any….”

“ SILENCE, SLAVE!  You shall know your punishment at noon, not before.  If you desire to avoid angering me any further,  you will  finish the task I have set you.  You, my once noble British lady,  will  lick my seeds from Anna’s  womb.   And you shall thank her for the privilege of  so intimately servicing such an honest whore, someone  free of the hypocrisy and the  false pride that are the life’s blood of  British gentlewomen such as yourself .  Anna is infinitely your superior precisely because she accepts that she is nothing.  Which is just what you are now,  Lady Fraser, despite your false pride. Tell me, what  would your society friends say if they saw you now?  What would Lady Westmoreland say?   Would they welcome you back to their society or  would they call you  a whore and  cast you out  into the street?”

  With a barely audible  sob, Sarah lowered her head and  spoke to the other woman in a quivering voice, “ Thank you, Anna, for allowing me to taste your lovely vagina.  It is an honor to service you.  I am not fit to taste your cunny.  I am a worthless piece of dung.  Thank you for allowing me to serve you .”

 Anna’s response was quick and to the point, “ Don’t talk so much, darling.  Get to work on my damn pussy!’

  A shaken Lady Sarah Fraser  returned her attention to Anna’s vagina. She gently grasp one of Anna’s swollen labia between the thumb and forefinger in each hand, spread them wide, and began searching for Anna’s erect clitoris with the tip of her tongue.  Up until now , Anna could only lie there as the Prince berated Lady Fraser, the burning arousal  the noblewoman had created in her vagina unsatisfied and, with her hands tied,  helpless to satisfy herself no matter how desperately she struggled against the ropes. She had been left in total frustration.  As soon as Sarah’s tongue touched her clitoris, that frustration vanished. She arched her back and moaned loudly, savoring the feeling of that soft tongue on her  little man.  In seconds, she was so close again. She was almost there.  But the Prince abruptly brought her back to earth.  The leather tip of his riding crop landed with a loud “smack” directly on her right nipple to break her concentration on the delicious sensations created by Lady Fraser’s tongue.  Then he warned her,

“  No Anna. You will not climax until I give you permission. It is not your body to do with as you wish; it is mine.  To use as I wish.”

“ OOOH!  Yes, master!  Please master, may I cum?  I can feel her inside me, feel her tongue in my pussy. Please , your Highness, may I cum?”

“NO!  Not until I give you MY permission!”

 The order was followed by another blow with the crop, this one to her left nipple. The pain cut through Anna like a knife and with it came even more arousal.  The pain merged into the pleasure of Sarah’s tongue as Anna struggled to obey the Prince by controlling  her own body.  Anna was as addicted to pain as to sexual pleasure.  The result , in the Prince opinion,  of Anna’s Russian  heritage,  where centuries under the knout had left the peasants accepting pain as the dominant sensation of their lives and eventually learning to crave it.   The true answer was simpler.  The Prince was a sadist.  Over 8 long years in his harem Anna had learned to accept  and then to crave pain in order to survive. Now the two sensations , pain and pleasure, were virtually indistinguishable  for her. That unique talent had allowed her  to keep the Prince’s interest and to survive for so long.  Other girls in the harem who had failed to hold his interest  paid dearly,  condemned by the Prince to a terrible fate. This fate was inevitable for a harem girl, but it was one Anna was desperately determined to avoid for as long as she could.  Still,  her craving for pain was a mixed blessing.  It fed the Prince’s sadism, compelling him to continually increase the pain he inflected on her  in an ongoing quest to se how much pain she could endure. 

“ PLEASE Master!  I .. I have to cum. Please let..”

  In response, another blow landed on her right nipple followed by a fourth and a fifth on her left.  Anna desperately clinched the muscles of her vagina, struggling to hold back her climax, her brain overloading with the sensations of pain and pleasure. She spoke again, begging the Prince to allow her to cum. Instead the Prince pulled Lady Frazer’s face away from Ann’s pussy, leaving her  unsatisfied, again reduced to grinding her legs together in search of  relief.

“ Please Master, Please let me cum,  please give her back to me.”

   Instead, the Prince took a hand full of Lady Frazer’s hair in his hand and used it to rub  her face against his half hard penis.  He held her head there as a whimpering  Lady Fraser  took him into her mouth and began to  fellate him,  taking the first four inches of his shaft into her mouth, then  using the tip of her tongue to caress  the underside of the slowly hardening cock.  She began moving her head up and down his shaft, taking more and more of his cock inside her mouth as she felt it harden in response. Filling her mouth until  she began to gag and to struggle for breath.  But she did not dare to stop. 

  At the same time the Prince leaned slightly toward Anna and used  his riding crop to sharply tap Anna directly on her erect clitoris.  Anna responded with a loud yip and spread her legs wider, inviting another  blow.   Her hands, tied above her head, were tightly clinched and her eyes were fixed on some distant point as she struggled against the pain which was driving  her closer to the edge, to her climax.  There was a second and then a third blow, each harder than the last , pushing her closer and closer no matter how hard she tried to control herself.  Then there was nothing, again leaving her hanging once more.

  As Anna moaned in frustration, the Prince pulled Lady Fraser’s face off of his cock and  shoved it back into Anna’s waiting sex.  The dark haired woman spread Anna’s labium with her thumbs  and returned to work on  the other woman’s warm, wet vagina.  He pressed her face hard into Anna’s sex, making it difficult for the Englishwoman to breath, as  the Prince used his other hand to press the head of his painfully hard manhood against the puffy star of  Lady Fraser’s sphincter.  The head of his penis easily sank into the British woman’s rear channel.  There was no resistance;  this was very familiar territory for him.  He sank his shaft to its root inside Lady Fraser and held it there, enjoying the tight warmth, as he stared down at the arousing sight of his dark penis bisecting the chained woman’s pale white ass.  He smiled and began to sodomize Lady Fraser with all his strength.

   Anna and the Prince quickly fell into a well practiced rhythm.  The Prince driving  Lady Fraser forward  with his violent  thrusts into her ass while at the same time pulling back on her hair to make it more difficult for Lady Fraser to keep contact with Anna’s vagina.  This left the bound Anna desperately humping Lady Fraser’s face with her  shaven  vagina as she fought to keep the Englishwoman’s tongue in contact with her  sex.  The sounds of Anna’s moans, the slapping of the Prince’s hips against  Lady Fraser’s ass, and the wet sucking sounds of  the dark haired woman’s mouth at work on Anna’s vagina  filled the warm still air of  the room.  Once the rhythm  had been established, the Prince recovered the riding crop from where he had left it on Lady Fraser’s back and began to use its leather tip  on the two women,  alternating between the side of  Lady Fraser’s hanging  right breast and  both  of Anna’s  exposed nipples.   The sound of the leather striking soft flesh joined the sounds of  Anna’s moans and of flesh on flesh.

“  OH YES,,, Thank you, Master..   Please master, PLEASE….,may I cum?”

“Yes   Come like a fountain.  Cover her face with your vile secretions.  NOW!”

   With a long  yipping scream, Anna begun to cum as soon as she heard the Prince’s words.  As the Prince had commanded, Anna covered Lady Fraser’s face with a gush of clean, pungent liquid that literally shot from the blonde’s sex.  Lady Fraser  was almost drown  in a deluge of Anna’s secretions,  The warm liquid covered her face, filling her mouth and nose, choking her,  But there was no escaping the deluge since the Prince pressed  her face hard against Anna’s sex while continuing to brutally  plow in and out of her ass.  He kept Lady Fraser’s face  in Anna’s  soaked vagina as a second  gusher of her juices and then a weak third squirt covered her face.  Finally,  Anna lay back on the divine exhausted,  barely conscious, her body limp as Lady Fraser continued to struggle to swallow all the pungent juices pouring out of Anna.

Only then did the prince pull Lady Fraser’s face away from Anna and  at the same time  pulled his shaft from the depths of her ass.  Still holding her by her sweat soaked  hair, he held her face up to the light . Lady Fraser looked like a drowned rat, her face soaking wet from Anna juices and her own tears. still  sputtering and  gasping for air. He slapped her face hard to get her attention and ordered her  open her mouth.  Without protest, the exhausted, frightened woman obeyed, passively accepting the violent rape of her throat,  He held her head still with  both hands gripping her hair as he thrust his shit stained shaft deep into her throat, raping Lady Fraser’s face as brutally as he had her ass.

  The Prince rode Lady Fraser’s face  hard for several minutes. As he approached his climax.  he abruptly withdrew his painfully hard cock  and   turned Lady Fraser to face him.  He slowly wiped his spit slick pole across the Englishwoman’s face, leaving streaks of her spit and his shit across her cheek . Then he began  tapping her in the face hard with his erect penis to emphasize his words as he taunted her.

 No, Lady Fraser, you are not worthy of  my seed.  At least, not directly from its source.  You are too leaky a vessel for such a  precious fluid.  That will be Anna’s honor.  She shall receive  that honor in her arse.  But,  if you beg her, if you grovel to her on your belly, she may let you have a taste of my seed after I have spent myself inside her.”