PART I
PROLOGUE - A GIRL IS ORDERED TO BE PUNISHED
'Number 12. She caught Masturbating, Your Highness.'
Malaka, the Prince's short little chief black eunuch, sounded grim. He was speaking
slowly in his broken English so that the frightened half-naked Austrian girl, kneeling on
all fours by his side, would understand. Arabic and English were the only languages
allowed in the harem.
'What!' exclaimed the gross, cruel looking Prince angrily. 'One of my concubines
caught playing with herself in secret! Deliberately deceiving me, her Master! That's
almost as serious as being caught in adultery!'
Malaka nodded.
'European women might be free to masturbate in private in the degenerate West, but
they were certainly not allowed to do so in my harem! My concubines only exist for my
pleasure - not theirs,' went on the furious Prince. Of course having a number of white
Christian women incarcerated in his harem was a most enjoyable and satisfying hobby. The
modern drive in the West, for female emancipation and "women's lib", made it all the more
satisfying to impose strict discipline on well educated European women, previously used to
being free and independent.
'Was she alone?' the Prince demanded.
At the best of times he seemed to be a sadistic brute of a man. Now his
unattractive plump face with its hooknose, cruel eyes and short goatee beard, was flushed
with anger. His bulky size contrasted sharply with that of the slim little blonde creature
abjectly kneeling on all fours at his feet. Similarly, his immaculate fine white Thobe, or
Arab robe, covered in a black lace cloak embroidered with gold and the gold tasselled
Igaal, that went round his headdress, contrasted vividly with the girl's skimpy green
harem dress - green denoting that she belonged to the Green Team of concubines.
'Was she with another girl?' again demanded the Prince, also speaking in English.
His sinister eyes glinted. Two girls to be caught playing with each other was almost as
bad as being found committing adultery - for which the traditional punishment was death.
'No, Your Highness, she alone,' replied Malaka. 'Her overseer, he hear bracelet
bells tinkle as she play with herself.'
He spoke in a high-pitched voice that seemed to belie his muscular appearance.
Despite being a small man, he was a formidable figure, his well-oiled torso gleaming under
his gold embroidered waistcoat, his voluminous Turkish trousers of golden silk and his
matching golden silk turban - all indicating his status.
In the West, black eunuchs are sometimes derided as figures of fun, but no woman in
his charge ever tried to make fun of Malaka!
He was holding a silver-tipped dog whip in his hand - his badge of office. It was
largely this, coupled with his small cunning pig-like eyes and the deep tribal scarring on
his cheeks that made him also a terrifying figure for the women under his control,
especially the white European ones.
'But, Your Highness, I have more to report. She also show Lack of Respect to
yourself.'
'How? How?' demanded the Prince furiously. Lack of Respect, even to a black
eunuchs, was a serious offence in the harem, especially by a white woman. Lack of Respect
to himself was intolerable.
'When Team Overseer tell her you now approved her selection for honour of being
mated with Black Guard to become Blue Team entry for next European Brood Mare competition,
she say you a cruel swine.'
'What!' the Prince exploded. 'This wife of an unclean pig of a Christian had the
temerity to call me a swine?'
'Yes, Your Highness. And she also say she soon get rid of progeny - but no chance
of that, Your Highness,' he added with a slight laugh, 'once she locked into chain mail
breeding belt.'
The Prince laughed unpleasantly as he remembered the old axiom that his
grandfather, the late Ruler, who maintained a substantial harem, was fond of quoting:
"Revenge yourselves on the hated Christian infidels by enslaving their wives and daughters
and by then forcing them to breed good Moslem half black servants for yourself - and for
the greater glory of Allah and of his blessed prophet."
This was just what the Prince did - and enjoyed doing.
He often thought how lucky he was that the oil revenues of his family had enabled
him to re-establish this cruel form of revenge - and on arrogant modern-day Western women,
too.
Mating an intelligent and horrified European woman with a black servant and making
her carry and deliver her black progeny was indeed a cruel and enjoyable pastime, one that
went back to the days of the Crusades. These days the mulatto progeny made excellent
workers for his estates, just as they had made excellent slaves for his ancestors!
It was all the more enjoyable if the now helpless young women, like this one, had
been happily married and in love with her husband from she had been cruelly separated.
He would justify his apparent cruelty with another of his grandfather's axioms: -
"A harem is not a harem without a few nicely curved white bellies and breasts in milk -
and remember, the whiter the woman, the sweeter the milk."
Like his grandfather, he scorned the men of the West who eschewed pregnant women.
On the contrary, like his grandfather, he considered maternity to be a natural state for a
slave-girl - and one that enhanced her beauty. And if it was an enforced maternity - then
so much the better!
He had not needed much persuading by Malaka, before allowing this lovely, formerly
happily married, young Christian woman to be earmarked for mating with one of his giant
Dinka Black Guards. How his grandfather would have approved. Revenge on the hated West!
All in the name of Allah!
The Prince's reverie was interrupted by his chief black eunuch.
'Your Highness, she also spit out preliminary fertility pills that Team Overseer
give her to make sure she become satisfactory brood mare and milkmaid for Your Highness.'
'What!' he cried, going red in face with even more anger. This was deliberate
disobedience - and of his own orders! 'Then she deserves further punishment.' The Prince
was infuriated by this girl's obstinacy to the honour of becoming one of his chosen
milkmaids.
He turned to Gorka, the diminutive little black pygmy boy, dressed like a smaller
edition of Malaka, but with green stripe in his turban to denote that he was the eunuch
overseer in charge of the Green Team. The Prince's concubines, all branded on the belly
with his crest, came from four main sources, each divided up equally between the four
teams.
A dozen were pretty Arab girls, mainly Egyptian or Lebanese belly dancers, whose
contracts had been discreetly offered to Malaka by cabaret owners, delighted that the girl
had caught the eye of such a rich man. The Prince himself, of course, did not discuss the
acquisition of his women - he left checking a girl's suitability and haggling over price
to Malaka. But how he enjoyed the feeling of a trained belly dancer wriggling under him as
he drove in and out of her, or as she sat astride his large stomach wriggling delightfully
as she carefully kept his manhood inside her.
Another half dozen were lovely slim girls from Thailand and Laos, trained dancing
girls who had been tricked by the modern equivalent of slave dealers into signing
contracts to work abroad - contracts which had then been offered to Malaka. Because they
were so tiny and he was so large, their Team Overseers tended to concentrate on training
them in the exquisite art of oral sex.
Another half dozen were beautiful Pakistani or Indian girls who had rashly accepted
apparently lucrative jobs in Arabia - only to end up in the Prince's harem. Subjugating
them he found to be very satisfying.
But the Prince's pride and joy and indeed that of his four Team Overseers, too,
were his dozen well-educated European women. They were nearly all blonde, as was his newly
acquired prize matched pair: a beautiful young Dutch woman and her pretty, look-alike,
teenage daughter. These white women had all cost a small fortune to acquire, including
Mizzi, the Austrian now kneeling trembling at his feet.
Following his grandfather's dictums, it was these Christian women, split up between
the four teams, who were made to provide the swelling bellies and breasts in milk, that he
so enjoyed. As for using them for his pleasure, he followed another of his grandfather's
maxims: "The Christian dogs in your harem are not worthy to be to receive their Master's
manhood like a woman. So mount them from behind like the dogs they are and then use them
like boys."
Oh, how they all hated it! Deliciously so!
Gorka was standing behind the humbly kneeling Mizzi and was holding her proudly by
a lead fastened to her slave collar. It was a strict harem rule that, to prevent resentful
Christian concubines from trying to attack their Master, when brought before the Master,
they must always be held on a lead by her Team Overseer - even when brought to his bed.
'Make sure, young Gorka,' said the Prince, still speaking in English to further
humiliate the girl, 'that, whether she likes it or not, she properly completes the full
course of fertility pills. I shall want to see a good swollen belly on this girl - good
strong twin mulattoes at least!'
Mizzi blanched. Twin mulattoes! Oh my God!
'Oh yes, Your Highness,' she heard the young pygmy boy reply proudly. 'I make
certain she conceives twins.'
'And, Your Highness,' cut in Malaka, 'she has good child bearing hips. We not
expect any problems.'
'Good!' said the Prince. Although Dinkas were giants, they had small heads - and
this made delivery of their progeny relatively easy, even in a first pregnancy.
'When is she due to be put to the Dinka?' asked the Prince.
'In three month's time, Your Highness,' replied Malaka. He liked to take personal
charge of forced breeding arrangements in the harem. 'She then nicely placed for next
year's competition.'
'So there's time for her to have a good thrashing - and undergo something else,'
said the Prince with a sinister laugh, as he looked down contemptuously at the silent,
half naked young woman kneeling humbly before him.
Despite his continuing anger at this girl being caught trying to give herself
pleasure, he had to admit that she made an erotic sight with her head now down on the
floor, her buttocks raised high and her long blond hair flung forward. Her long naked
back prettily curved upwards from her lowered shoulders past her slim waist to the swell
of her hips. A collar made of shiny metal links, like an expensive wristwatch strap, was
locked round her neck. Locked on her wrists were the belled bracelets, which had given
her away. Like all the white women in his harem she wore white gloves in the presence of
her Master - as a constant reminder that unclean Christian dogs were not worthy to touch
their Master's body with their bare hands.
As the Prince looked down at the kneeling white woman, he could feel his manhood
stirring. A feeling of power and pride of possession surged through him. This once free
white woman was now his - his to do with as he liked.
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