After his father died, Ramzy El-Najjar used a few of the youngest members of his father’s
harem, but then steadily sold off all the concubines and replaced them with his own
choices from the auctions. His father’s wives he had housed in luxury in a separate
enclave within the harem and then he set about building his own family as befitted a man
of some property. He let it be known that he was looking for a wife and there were a few
discussions with the fathers of marriageable girls, but nothing came of them. Either they
were too low in commercial status for him to entertain the idea of marrying them or they
were too high in social status for their fathers to consider him seriously as a
son-in-law; some even contrived to have both of those disadvantages.
On the concubine front things were better. He visited several auctions and brought back
three concubines who were quite attractive and were experienced. One was being sold, it
was rumoured, because the Head Wife of her owner wished it, and the other two had belonged
to older men who had died and were, presumably, enjoying their allocation of virgins in
paradise. He also bought a virgin younger daughter from a poor family whose name was
Zelfa and who was being sold because of their poverty and because no husband had been
found for her. She was some ten years younger than his own twenty-nine years, but that,
he thought was about right. Later in life, his father had had concubines who were only a
third of his age, but Ramzy El-Najjar was certainly not into small children; time enough
for that when he was sixty years old.
When he got Zelfa back to his harem and the eunuchs had shaved and perfumed and oiled
her, he had her sent to his bedroom to try her out. If she was indeed a virgin then she
had been a cheap purchase, if not he would have words with the auctioneer. Ramzy
El-Najjar watched with interest as she was led into the bedroom and to the foot of the bed
in which he was lying. She stood there, obviously unsure of what to do next.
“Well,” he snapped, “Get on with it.”
The only result of this was that the girl broke into a flood of tears. He considered the
picture she presented. A slim girl with breasts which some would consider too small but a
nicely rounded arse. Long dark hair and big brown eyes. A plump mons which had been
meticulously shaven. A woebegone expression and tears running down her face.
“Don’t you know what to do?” he asked.
“Master, I am to please you, but I don’t know how. My mother just said I was to let you
do as you please with me. She didn’t tell me anything about what to do if you just lay
there and said ‘get on with it’. I don’t know … hooo …” she tailed off into crying
again.
He jumped out of bed and moved round towards her. As she caught sight of his proud and
erect member her eyes widened in horror.
“That, that’s what you want to put in me? It’s much too big.”
“Nonsense,” said Ramzy El-Najjar, “There’s plenty of room for it.”
Turning her to face away from him he pushed her down so that her shoulders were on the
bed and her arse high in the air. Moving her feet apart with his own feet, he put the
glans between her labia, gripped her hips and thrust himself right up inside her in one
lunge. The girls screamed as her maidenhead was shredded, and would have fallen but for
the grip he kept on her hips. Pumping eagerly, he soon came and filled her virgin womb
with his extremely virile seed; as he finished he hoped he had not made her pregnant,
since he had no wives at the moment and he didn’t really want to have this one as his Head
Wife, or even to marry her at all. The efficacy of his baby-making was proven some weeks
later, when she was shown to be pregnant, and he knew that he had only come in her cunt
the once. The sex he had had with her after that first defloration had mostly been
sodomy, though she sucked him a few times, preferring it to having her arse reamed.
When Ramzy El-Najjar discovered that Zelfa was pregnant, he was very angry and hit out at
her unthinkingly with the riding crop he happened to have in his hand. The mark across
her buttocks was very uneven and that caught his eye. Looking at the riding crop in his
hand, he realised that it was an old one, given to his father by the old Emir, which he
often used for riding and of which he was quite fond. He went off to the tack room to put
it away and selected an almost new one. Going back to the harem he sought out Zelfa and
gave her another cut across the buttocks which made a beautifully even line.
“Master,” she whimpered.
“Interesting,” he said, “I must remember to use a new one for riding, it will be much
more effective.”
The excellent medical facilities to which the richer Kobekistani families had access soon
confirmed that the pregnancy was normal, but that the offspring would be a daughter.
Ramzy El-Najjar breathed a sigh of relief and went on with his life secure in the
knowledge that he would not have to marry this girl and make her his Head Wife. It was
not that he did not care for her, merely that marrying her would have no possible
commercial or social advantage for him. This scare set him pondering on the subject of
contraceptive pills; he wondered whether someone had invented one that would prevent boys
being conceived and allow only girls. Now that would be useful; a man could make a
fortune breeding concubines if only all the offspring were female. Then another memory
came to him, as he remembered a proverb he had heard as a boy ‘For children, a woman; for
pleasure, a boy; for sheer delight, a goat’ and he thought he might one day buy a goat,
just to see. For pleasure he much preferred a woman, using the tight, hot rear entrance
as she was kneeling on all fours, the added pleasure of playing with a pair of delightful
hanging tits which could be stroked and swung and pulled was far more appealing than the
prettiest boy. A woman was much more fun to beat than a boy; somehow the buttocks seemed
softer and plumper and more able to take the whip or the cane. A boy’s bones appeared
somehow to be too near the surface; women healed quicker also.
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