Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2017 16:30:04 +0000
From: aimee fowler <docaimee@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Harem Begins

	"Today I am a man!"  I proudly pronounced to the world, all I
received in return was a surly grunt.

	"What is your problem, Mirka."  I demanded in return.  My eunuch
body slave Mirka had been with me since I was six.  We had grown up
together.  He had served me, preparing my clothes and bed and running
errands.  He had also accompanied me to my lessons and helped me assuage my
burgeoning sexual desires.  I usually allowed a more casual atmosphere,
maybe that had been a mistake.  Mirka squirmed uneasily and didn't meet my
eye, a sure sign he didn't want to answer my question.

       "Speak, Slave."

       "The master is a man today, he will forget Mirka."  I took his chin
and turned his head bodily to meet me.

       "Is that it?  Your afraid I'll abandon you?"

       "Yes, Master, you'll go off to war and leave me alone."  For all
that he was actually a year older than me Mirka twisted like a child, and
tears ran down his hairless cheeks.

       "Mirka is a fool."  I announced softly.  "You have been with me for
eight years, more than half of my life.  I'll not be forgetting you, nor
leaving you."  I snorted theatrically, Mirka did not respond to subtle.
"Do you think I will sleep on my horse?  That I will have no need for
someone to tend my bed, my quarters?"  His soft face broke into a tremulous
smile.

       "Truly, Master?"  He spoke eagerly. "You'll take Mirka with you when
you go?"

       "Of course, silly boy, do you think I have anyone else who can make
me feel like you do?  You're mouth makes my cock hard and your ass is tight
and warm, I love splashing my seed into you, don't you know that?"  He
flashed a white-toothed smile.  He threw his hands around my thighs and
buried his face in my nightshirt covered crotch.  He nuzzled my cock
through the fabric and caught it gently with his lips and tugged lightly.

       "Does Master want Mirka to show him how good Mirka can suck his
cock?"

       I laughed and pushed him away.  "Not now, cock-slut, I have to bathe
and dress.  I've got a very important day, don't you remember?  I'm
fourteen today."  Go check that the bath is warmed, and, if you're good, I
may allow you to clean those parts you seem so fond of.  Mirka bounced to
his feet and pattered happily off in the direction of the bath.  I followed
more slowly, pulling my nightshirt over my head as I went.

       Today was truly an important day for me.  Today I would demonstrate
that I was a man and be officially made into my father, the King's, heir.
Today had to go perfectly.

       I had never been so nervous.  I stood, naked, surrounded by my
Father's council.  I had already finished the physical exercise portion,
running and swordplay, of the test.  I knew I had done well on that part.
Sword practice was the best part of all my schooling.  The knowledge
portion had been tougher.  Various nobles, judges and dignitaries snapping
questions at me from every direction.  I had done as well as I could, I
didn't think I had made any outright grievous errors, at least.  But it was
this last portion that had been giving me jitters for the last several
days.

       I was surrounded by the Council, and the King.  Father sat, stern
and distant, on his throne gazing impassively on me, as if I was a sheep
he was thinking of buying.  A horse would have caused much more interest in
his intelligent face.  I knew that today was an important day for him too.
He had championed me over all my brothers, if I failed to gain the heirship
today he would lose much face and influence of these important men.

       In front of me was my final challenge.  There was a hard mattress on
the stone floor of the chamber, and kneeling on the mattress was an equally
naked girl.  If I was to be heir I had to show that I had the ability to
produce an heir of my own someday.  The Council would not be satisfied with
my suitability until I had shown that I could at least do the deeds needed
to spawn children.  My tutor had explained it to me.

       "The kingdom rests on the foundation of the Crown, and passing the
power of Kingship from generation to generation is one of the most
dangerous perils a nation faces.  If the heir is not interested in girls,
to the point he cannot gain erection with one, he will be unsuitable.  And
if he does not have the force of character to take a woman, as a man
should, how is he to be able to face his enemies, foreign as well as inside
the kingdom."

       The girl was not large and she was probably younger than me.  She
had begun her monthly bleed, at least, for she had a thin carpet of dark
hairs between her legs and her chest showed two nicely burgeoning mounds.
Her straight, black, course hair showed her to be of the lower classes, not
to mention her tanned face and hands.  I could see the lighter skin that
had been under a slave collar until very recently.

       I stepped onto the mat and kneelt on front of her.  She stared at
me, her mouth working, but didn't say anything.

       "How do I start?"  I wondered, I hesitated, reached out to touch her
on the arm.  Instantly she slapped my arm aside.  Like I had turned on a
switch she swarmed to her feet and began attacking me with feet, hands,
teeth, anything that could reach me.  I fought my way to my feet and fended
her off, retreating to edge of the mattress.  She snarled and laughed at
me, her fingers bent into claws, ready for scratching.  She made little
slashing and grabbing motions at my genitals.  I realized I was flat and
soft as could be.  It was humiliating.  I was here to take her maidenhead
and I was both flat, soft and holding out my arms to keep her away.  I saw
my father lean forward, whispering something I couldn't hear.

       I grew angry.  This cunt was standing between me and my throne.  I
reached out to grab one of her hands, she yanked it back quickly and the
other slashed in at my face.  I turned just enough so she wouldn't rake my
eyes and took the score on my cheek.  I used that time to throw a hard left
fist into her face, snapping her head back on her neck in surprise.  I felt
the burn on the side of my head, she must have gotten my ear more than my
cheek.

       Before she could bring her head back down I grabbed her by the
throat, kicked her feet out from under her and crashed down hard on top of
her.  She kicked and scratched but I refused to let go.  I held her throat,
squeezing.  Her writhing slowed and weakened as her face grew purple.  Her
kicking knee had been too far back to reach my groin but her leg moving
along it proved I suddenly had a hard-on of epic proportions.  I released
her throat, just enough for her to gasp some breaths and used that time to
slip between her legs.  I stabbed blindly at her crotch but I just butted
into flesh, missing my aim.  I used my other hand to guide my engorged cock
up and down her pussy until I felt a softness that promised further bliss.

       I thrust hard and penetrated deeply into her.  I felt something
resist for a moment and then break suddenly.  She screamed and fell back
sobbing.  I didn't care, I thrust again and again, revelling in the unknown
sensations.  It wasn't at all like fucking Mirka in the ass, things fit
better, like it was designed to receive my cock.  A very few thrusts later
and I felt the surge coming.  I lunged into her hard, my bare toes gripping
the mat, sliding both of us an inch or two forward with each push.  Then I
exploded into bliss, my head flew back and I bellowed pleasure as I drove
through the intense orgasm.  I dropped straight down onto her unresisting
form, laying full out on her as I spent my full load into her newly opened
pussy.  I lay there gasping for a second or two and then I was lifted up by
eager hands.

       My father was there.  He pulled me to his feet and threw his arms
around me.  He whirled me around him once in triumph and then with his
right arm still around my shoulders he used his left to lift mine into the
air.

       "My son, My heir!  He called to the clapping and cheering Council.
"Strong, clever and virile."  He leaned down to roughly plunge two fingers
into the girl's bloody hole.  He rooted around inside her roughly, ignoring
her cries of pain and then lifted the blood and cum soaked digits into the
air like trophies.

       "My son's seed mixed with the blood of his first maiden.  Does
anyone dispute his suitability for Kingship?"  There was a roar of
agreement and more hand clapping.  I was led off to be cleaned and dressed
before the official investiture.  My last sight of the chamber was of my
father laughing as he re-enacted the left jab that had begun my road to
Kingship.

       It had been a busy few weeks.  I had been spending more and more
time sitting with Father in council.  He had taken me into the world of
men, and was teaching me what it meant to do the work of kings.  It was
harder than I had thought.  I had always imagined the king could just order
anyone to do anything he wanted.  The very first night he had explained the
concept of political capital.  He could do anything he really wanted to, it
was only a matter of how much he would have to pay, in favours,
relationships as well as coin.  It was a stretching thought.

       I was reclining on my couch, book braced up on Mirka's naked ass.
He was lying on his stomach, absorbed in a puzzle I had been given as a
manhood gift.  It was a thing of wood and wires and Mirka loved to figure
things like that out, I never had the patience.  I was reading one of the
books my father had advised me to learn.  It was difficult, in an old style
of writing and not easy of topic.  I had been working doggedly at it all
morning, since just after dawn sword drill.

       The bell at my chamber door rang.  Mirka jumped up to see who it
could be.  He trotted across the chamber, his nakedness not even reaching
the level of consciousness.  He conversed in quiet tones for a minute and
then he returned with a paper.  It was the heavy, expensive paper my father
used and it had the royal seal.  It was the first time I have ever had a
written message from my king.  Usually he just send word though one of the
palace servants or one of his stewards.  I carefully broke the seal and
opened the folds.

       "My Son;

       As you heard last night I am riding out on business today.  I
thought to take you along with me but I decided to give you another task.
Since you attained a man's years and passed the succession tests, I have
been happy to see you embracing the duties of learning kingship.  Being
king is a heavy duty, and one that requires diligence and energy.  There
are many decisions to be made and presenting an image of strength and
resolve is a critical requirement.  But there is one place where a king may
rest, may lay down the duties of kingship and just be a man.

       Therefore, I deem it time for you to being assembling your harem.
The harem is your place of peace and rest.  I have sent a purse with old
Zareph.  He will take you to the market, and advise you on your dealings.
He is an old thief and has much low and cunning wisdom.  Learn of him.

       Several other points.  Yes, you may keep Mirka.  It was a bit
presumptuous to tell him before speaking to me but no harm done.  I have
also sent your manhood trial girl to be in your harem.  I still have my
trial slave and when I feel unsure or wonder if I have the strength to face
the challenges of rule I take her, and in the taking remind myself that I
am a man, I have the strength to meet the challenges of the day.

       I suggest you purchase only a few slaves at this time.  I have been
gifted over thirty concubines over the years, to say nothing of my twelve
wives.  Two or three girls should be enough for now.  More will come
quickly enough, I think.  When you speak to them, be sure you do not give
them any impression they might be First in your harem.  You will marry some
Noble Lady to benefit the kingdom and to provide a noble first heir.  She
will of course be First in the harem and it would not be a good start to
your relationship if she has to fight some purchased concubine who thinks
she should be First.

       I suggest you purchase a girl who has experience with pleasuring a
man.  It's always tempting to look first at the virgins.  By all means,
purchase a couple of virgins but it is useful to have at least one woman in
the harem who does not need training, who can explain to the others what
will happen and how to best please their master.

       While you are at the market, you will need at least two man servants
of your own, you will accumulate baggage quickly.  You'll also want two or
three eunuchs to guard your harem.  A clerk as well.  (Never, ever, forget
your clerk, better to forget your sword.)  Be sure your clerk has the
strength and stamina to travel hard with you if haste is needed.  Zareph
has much experience in judging both servants and eunuchs.  Get yourself
another body servant as well.  Mirka is dedicated and a fine servant but it
would not be appropriate to bring a eunuch along on campaign.  So buy
yourself a boy, not a eunuch, younger than you is best, so he will still be
vigorous and able to serve for a long time.

       When you have made your selections send a message to your mother in
my harem.  She will supply you with a list of goods you will need to
provide for the comfort of your women.  While you are in residence here in
the palace you need not worry about food, they will send food from my
kitchens.

       I don't want to rush such an important and interesting task but do
remember that you will be leaving for your experience task soon.  Normally
your servants would do much of the organizing but I consider this a test.
Purchase what you need, and arrange for transport and feeding.  I'd like a
full report upon my return.  Moving a large household, especially the
ladies of a harem, is much like organizing an army to march.

       The purse I gave to Zareph should suffice for everything you need.
This will also be part of the test.  Can you work within a budget?

       For, and at the orders of, His Royal Majesty, Mustapha Khan, Royal
Clerk.

       Dad

       I didn't realize I had been holding my breath until I reached the
end of the letter and drew in a huge gulp of air.  My heart was racing.  I
had always assumed... I mean, every man of means had a harem, where he kept
his wives and concubines, but, my own?  My own women?  Women I could fuck
anytime I wanted?  I very carefully cleared my throat so I spoke in a level
and calm manner.

       "Mirka?"

       "Master?"  I could tell he was bursting with curiosity, royal
letters were rare, even in royal families.

       "Was that Master Zeraph who brought the note?"

       "Yes, Master.  He said to say that he was told to wait on your
pleasure."

       "Tell him I'll be about a half glass, then go set water to heating
for a bath.  Then come back here, please, and quickly, we have much to do."
Keeping my tone quiet and pleasant was one of the hardest things I had ever
done.  I wanted to be carolling and doing cartwheels... or maybe doing
something else instead.

       "Yes, Master."  He pattered off.  I sat back contemplating the task
ahead of me.  I'd have to be sure to maintain my dignity, I'd have to be
very adult and not just jump on the first girl I'd see.  I laid back and
slid out of my trousers.  I had such a hard-on that I had to tuck it in
against my stomach before I could get them off.  As soon as the band was
past it sprang out, rigid as a flagpole.

       Mirka trotted back into my chamber.  "There was extra coal so it
shouldn't take more than a few minutes to be hot, Master.  What do you want
to wear..."  He stumbled to a halt in mid- sentence when he saw my raging
boner, eyes going wide.

       "I have a problem, Mirka."  I said as mildly as I could manage.
"I'm not going to be able to dress with this."  I caressed my rock-hard
rod.  "Do you think, maybe, you could help me with it?"

       "Oh, Master!"  He fell to his knees and paused for just a moment to
stroke the underside with a soft finger.  Then he cupped my balls and used
his nose to lift my cock up and nuzzled it with his face.  Then he slowly
backed up enough to let it fall to the level of his lips.  He kissed the
engorged purple head and a bright pink tongue emerged to lick off a
glistening drop of pre-cum.  Then he took me in his mouth, tongue swirling
along the underside.  He sucked on just the head, and then leaned forward
until I felt my head reach the back of his throat.  He pulled back and down
again slowly.  I didn't have time for slow shit today.  I grabbed his head
with both hands and thrust in and out, fast.  I also didn't have much
fucking left before I came, I was already very close.

       "Bend over the couch, slave."  Mirka jumped to obey.  He was always
the most eagerly obedient servant when it came time for a cock in his ass.
He bent over, legs spread wide and back arched down to present his puckered
rosebud.  His tiny worm of a cocklet jiggled as he settled in for a
reaming.  He had been castrated as a baby and had never had a hard cock in
his life.  It wasn't even much of a sexual organ for him, mostly just a
tool so he could piss standing upright.  Mirka was all about the ass.  With
one hand he spread his cheek to offer the greatest possible access and
grinned back at me.

       Usually I at least try to go a little slow, at first.  To let his
stretched sphincter have some time to relax before the hard-core fucking,
but not today.  I slapped his ass twice with my cock, aimed it at the brown
knot and pushed.  Mirka's face twisted in the painful ecstasy of anal
penetration.  He dropped his head and moaned as I sunk deep into him.  I
paused, balls deep, for as long as I could make myself and then I began
hammering hard, drawing back until almost popped out and then ramming back
in.  In a very short while I threw my head back, bellowed a deep grunt as I
emptied my seed deep into his warm, tight tunnel.  I slammed back and forth
several more times and then my legs collapse under me.  That had been the
most powerful cum of my life.

       I flopped onto the floor and leaned back, holding myself up with my
arms.  Mirka slid down beside me with feline grace and snuggled into me.
He rested his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my chest.  I
leaned my head on the top of his and let him have his tender moment.  I've
never been a special moments kinda guy but Mirka loved to simply cuddle.
He probably deserved at least some cuddles after the reaming he had just
taken like a pro.  I forced myself to be still and let my heart and
breathing come back down.

       "Do you think the water will be hot yet?"

       "I'll check, Master, maybe."  He jumped up and I saw my cum
dribbling down the inside of his leg.  I must have cum a gallon.  I went
with him and decided the water was hot enough.  I stood in the bath and
Mirka poured the almost hot water over me and wiped me down.  If he paid a
bit more attention to my cock and balls, well, who can blame a guy?  He
dried me of efficiently and helped me into my second best tunic.  It would
be important to show the right face today.

       "Bathe yourself, slut." I grinned at him.  "You can't be lying
around with my cum drying on your thighs, however much you'd like that."  I
waggled a finger at him and he grinned back at me.  "And get dressed
yourself."  I called back over my shoulder.

           Zeraph didn't agree with my choice of raiment.  When he saw me
in my finery he winced, just a little bit.

       "Master..." Zeraph was a slave, like Mirka but not a eunuch, but he
specialized in walking through the world, running errands of subtlety and
guile for my father.  He cleared his throat and began again, obviously
trying to find a way to say what he wanted without offending.  "Master, It
might be better... There's nothing wrong with the clothes you have, they're
fancy fine indeed.  But... Well..., You see.."

       "Zeraph," I cut his stammer off, "His Majesty, My Father sent you to
advise and help me in some purchases I have to make."  I raised one finger.
"First, Did my Royal Father give you a purse for me?"

       "Yes, My Prince."  Zeraph responded easily enough.  He handed over a
heavy pouch that I carefully tied to my belt.  It would not do to lose or
have this purse stolen.  I saw Zeraph watching the tying and he said
nothing.  "So At least there is one thing I can do that meets
expectations."  I lifted another finger.

       "Second, you were ordered, I believe to accompany me and to advise
me, so I don't make stupid childish decisions and waste my money for little
benefit."  He nodded politely as it was clear I had more to say.  "So I
want to hear what you think, before I need to make decisions.  Advice on
"should have" does me little good after the fact.  I shall make my own
decisions and live with the consequences of those decisions without passing
blame."  I could see those deep eyes relax just a bit but also become
sharper and more interested.  I seemed to have caught his attention.  "So,
please advise me on what I need to know before we leave the palace."

       Zeraph would not have been chosen for this task if he was
dull-witted.  He showed no emotion as he bowed low again.

       "My Prince, There will be no way of hiding that fact that you are a
young man of breeding and substance.  This will automatically mean that
prices will go up, but it will also mean that merchants will show you're
their prize wares.  So that is both a bad and good thing.  I do believe
that your purse was calculated to allow for price increases so we should
have no difficulties.  If, however, you were to go into the market dressed
as you are everyone would know right away that you are the Prince and the
prices would rise dramatically above even that for the other young nobles
the merchants deal with."  He paused to gauge my mood and tolerance.  He
tightened his lips just a bit before taking the plunge.  "It would seem to
me that the first choice you have to make is this; Is it better to remind
everyone of your station and rank, or is it better to dress like another
rich young noble and save some coin?"

       That was a question, and it wasn't easy to answer.  It wasn't just
that I was so mighty and special and wonderful, but my tutors had claimed
it was important for the peoples to see their King, and I presumed their
Prince doing their jobs.  To know that their rulers were ruling, not just
partying.  Maybe...  I thought hard for a while and then nodded slowly.

       "We're not on official business for His Majesty today, are we?  I
suppose a harem is the only truly personal thing a ruler has to himself,
that he does not share with his people and country." Zeraph merely looked
on attentively, giving no sign of his thoughts.  "So, I shall dress as a
man, not as a prince."  I turned and went back into my rooms, calling for
Mirka as I went.

       Zeraph had already been into the city the day before and spent some
time looking through the markets.  He led me first to the area where the
learned slaves were brokered.  I manfully put work before pleasure and
questioned several men with clerks training.  The stalls here looked like
clerk's offices, quiet, no whips or chains, just serious men having quiet
business-like conversations.

       The man I chose was tall, thin and though he had been very correct
and respectful I thought I detected a healthy dose of humor behind those
eyes.  Amerlyn, for that was the name he gave, had experience with the
accounts of noble households and had trained in the royal dockyard counting
house in Drakkar before he had signed on to do the books of a Lemarin
Count/corsair before his ship had been captured by the Royal Navy and he
had received the iron collar around his neck.  Both the noble house and the
military knowledge should be useful and I didn't detect any particular
resentment at his state.  The amount asked for him was high but Zeraph
advised that a skilled clerk was worth a little extra.  I was also able to
bargain them down some and left feeling pretty good.

       "I'm sure you understand, My Prince, that the reason you were so
successful in negotiating was that they recognized you for who you are,
don't you?"

	"What?"  I asked, "I thought they would raise the price if they
knew."

       "For luxuries, like concubines, absolutely, but clerks think
deeper."

       "Deeper?"

       "Yes, My Prince."  This was from my new slave behind me.  I hadn't
given him leave to speak and I hesitated long on whether I should allow
liberties like that.  In the end I decided that like Zeraph my clerk was
one from whom I should learn.  If he pushed the liberties too far I sould
slap him down anytime.

       "Go on, slave."  I couldn't help adding in a colder tone than I had
intended.

       "Yes, My Prince.  For I now understand who you are.  It is an honor
to serve you, My Prince."  I waffled again, I wasn't going to be one of
those men who needed his servants fawning over him all the time.  It
annoyed me in others, I wouldn't stand for it in my own household.  But
Amerlyn continued before I could do more than open my mouth.

       "When they recognized you they must have decided that a prince, heir
to the throne, would need many clerks in his life.  If you got a good deal
on your first, and left feeling that you received good value for your coin
you would most likely look there first for the second and third."

       It made sense, and I supposed it shouldn't offend me that people
would be trying to work me.  I would be dealing with it all my life.  As
long as it didn't go too far it was just something I would have to live
with, not forgetting it but also not allowing it to unduly concern me.

       "Amerlyn?"  I queried.

       "Yes, My Prince?"

       "Amerlyn, I value your skills and experience, and I want to hear
your thoughts on the areas under your care.  In public though, be very
careful no one will overhear, both because it would be unseemly for my own
slave to instruct me."  I put my hand on Zeraph's shoulder.  "Zeraph, here,
is my Royal father's man, and tasked to my education in matters like these.
But, his situation is not yours, do you understand?"

       "Perfectly, My Prince.  It is my place now to learn how you desire
your household organized, not to input my own thoughts into your business."
He sounded so serene I glanced over my shoulder to catch a sarcastic or
bitter look.  He just looked calm and attentive.  Maybe I had bought too
smart a clerk.

       The purchasing of the eunuchs and common labourers went well enough.
The eunuchs were standing in a line under an awning to keep the harsh sun
off their naked bodies.  Each of them had his penis tied to a little string
around his waist.  This kept it pulled up and revealed the truth of their
condition.  Following Zeraphs advice I chose two large older guards.  They
were maybe thirty years.

       "The older the eunuch the further they are from remembering the
feelings they had before."

       Both of them had been castrated at an older age than Mirka.  They
had the shoulders and muscles that come with puberty, but they had been cut
shortly after and kept in condition ever since.  They were both well-spoken
and evinced no discomfort when I bent down to closely examine their scars.
That was partly to be sure there had been no infection but also because I
wanted to see what it looked like.  Mirka had been cut at such a young age
that the scar was mostly not noticeable.

       The transaction for their purchase had gone smoothly enough.  We
dickered for a bit and settled on a price that was about two-thirds up the
range Zeraph had expected.  They fell into formation with Amerlyn behind
Zeraph and I.  We were making quite the cavalcade.  The squad of soldiers,
palace livery changed to uninformative brown.  One old, three full grown
slaves and one newly named young man.  We were becoming less discrete with
every stop.

       We chose one older, maybe thirties again, man and a young fifteen
year old man to be general workers.  The older one was experienced and
showed some leadership abilities and the younger looked strong and healthy.
Then, finally we directed our path to toward the spaces dedicated to slave
destined for more...personal duties.

       A bit to my surprise I found much more than I had expected.
Personal slaves ranged from flat out whores to concubines of both female
and male genders.  There were also body servants, I had expected those to
be in the general area.  It didn't take long to understand why.  The slaves
in the general area ran the gamut from young to old, colors, looks and
styles.  The personal area had every color, race and body shape, but they
were all invariably attractive.  No scars, no missing limbs, no teeth
knocked out by an angry master, they were all beautiful, just the thing to
grace a Lord's house, bed or chamber.

       Zeraph had suggested one of the soldiers take our purchases back to
the palace, or the other slave traders would know we were on a buying spree
and increase the prices dramatically.  It made sense and so did his idea of
only taking two into the enclosed area.  It would be quite usual for a
young noble to be escorted by a pair of armsmen but five was a bit much,
for a scion of a more average house.  The two left behind would be within
hailing range at all times and the fabric curtains separating the pleasure
area from the general slave market wouldn't slow them down if their help
was needed.

       I stopped involuntarily.  There was so much gorgeous flesh on
display that it took my breath and blood away.  I knew where the blood had
gone though, to my cock.  Luckily, I had anticipated this particular
scenario when dressing and made sure my cock had laid flat and upright so
now it just lifted itself along my stomach, held in by my waistband and
covered with my tunic.

       There were five pavilions per side of the short street of paradise.
The two on the right had large, extravagantly muscled men with huge erect
cocks.  They had been oiled until they glistened and their faces were blank
impassive sculpture, as were their bodies.  Young boys regularly reached up
to maintain their massive schlong in peak granite ribbed perfection.

       "How long do they stand their like that?"  I asked Zeraph.  "Not
long, they are changed every fifteen minutes of so, or it becomes
impossible to keep them a peak... condition."

       "That's gotta suck, being regularly teased and tugged to... that and
then held there, and not allowed to cum."

       "Sucks to be a slave."  Was his only reply.  "Even for the beautiful
ones.  I have heard of some that deliberately disfigured themselves so they
would be sent back to the general market."  He paused for a moment.
"Didn't you say you needed another body servant?  What are you looking
for?"

       I answered without taking my eyes off the impressive scene in front
of me.  "His Majesty suggested I buy a boy, not a eunuch, to take where it
would be improper to take Mirka."  It was my turn to pause.  I was thinking
someone young enough to be second to Mirka, at least for some years until
he grows."

       "Well, then, let's see what we can find."  He led the way into the
tent.

       I chose a young lad of about nine or ten.  He was a sweet faced
cherub, very dark eyes and hair so blonde it was nearly white.  The dealer
had brought him out with a group of other boys about that age.  It had
taken several batches of boys older than I wanted before the right group
had emerged.  They were all impressive specimens though, gleaming skin and
muscles.  Some of them were turned on by the scrutiny I could tell as they
grew erections as we watched.

       "Zeraph leaned close and whispered.  "He's doing that deliberately,
to get you all horny and aroused at all the cocks and musk and muscles.
He's trying to make you rash and spend more than you planned."  It had been
good advice, I was getting more and more aroused.  I had never thought of a
cock as something that would interest me.  I had played with Mirka's of
course, but it was a soft small thing, not terribly interesting in fact.
These were something quite different.  They were strong and manly and...  I
shook my head and forced a bored tone.

       "Do you intend to bring the boys I asked for, my good man?  I could
go look elsewhere if you are short of the right stock."

       "Of course, My Lord, I'll just go see where the boys you inquired of
are, and why they have not been brought out as I ordered."

       "Please do, it's for the best, I'm sure, to move this along."  I
didn't say who it was best for.

       The dealer brought out three groups of the age I wanted but the boy
was in the first.  He was a small boy for his age, but perfect in form.
When I inquired about him and another that caught my eye the dealer ushered
them forward obsequiously.

       "What's your name, boy?"  I asked the other one first.  He stared at
me for a moment and the gulped audibly.

       "Astor, My Lord."  He blurted.  I could tell that he was terrified.
It didn't attract me at all.

       "And you?" I turned to the one I had seen first.

       "This one doesn't have a name, My Lord."  He answered solemnly.

       "How can you have no name?"

       "This one was born a slave, Master, in a breeding camp.  This one
has no family and they chose to not name this one so my Master can choose
what name he wants when he buys this one."  I nodded in understanding.
Slave breeding camps were a unique invention of the Mashucans.  With no
real resources and not very convenient for sailing ships to port, the camps
were one of the small island's prime industries.  Females were bred,
carried their growing crop, gave birth and started again.  I had read where
a mother was usually given a month after giving birth before she was bred
again.  "If she can bleed, she can breed."  Was the motto.  Their agents
scoured the ports and slave markets of every major city searching for prime
breeders and males with particularly desirable traits.

       A male was expected to breed as many as twenty females in a month,
and then when he had bred to as many breeders as he could, he was shipped
off to another camp.  After a grand tour of maybe three or four camps,
maybe five or six months each they usually were ruined for breeding.  One
breeder per day, no romance or relationship, just walk into her cell, fuck
until he dumped his load and then left for the next one.  Rumour had it
that the most unique and valuable studs were castrated when they were done
their duty, so their new masters couldn't breed competition.  Even those
who weren't snipped were usually incapable of ever growing an erection
again.

       Life wasn't any better for the breeders, I'd heard.  Half of them
died in childbirth and even when the child was born healthy it was taken
away immediately and the mother given another breeder's child.  The breeder
never knew which child was hers, and the children also never knew anything
about either parent.  They were raised in crèches, cared for by either
pregnant breeders who knew none of these children could be mine or by
crones who had managed to live past bearing years, having birthed at least
ten or fifteen children, all by different men they probably never even
spoke to and then taken and gone forever.

       I was slightly taken aback.  I had heard the stories but I hadn't
expected to meet one of the camp slaves.

       "Uhhh..."  I tried to think.  "Uhh, can you make a bed?  Clean a
room?"

       "Yes, Master, this one been trained to be a very good bed slave."

       "And what is a bed slave?"  He recited an obviously memorized
passage

       "A bed slave is one who cleans his master's room, makes his bed, and
cares for his belongings.  A bed slave is ready in his master's bed,
keeping it warm for the master when the master chooses to come to bed.  A
bed slave keeps himself clean and prepared for any of his master's desires.
A bed slave loves his master more than his own life.  His life is his
master's to hold or to take.  Pain and death for his master's pleasure is
nothing but normal and expected duty of a bed slave.  A bed slave asks for
nothing and is grateful for anything the master gives him.  Any duty, any
sacrifice, is the first joy of a bed slave."

       I was stunned, I really had nothing to say.  The dealer chimed in
before the pause could grow.  He stepped forward and pulled on the boy's
little cock.

       "He is able to be erect and to orgasm.  He does not have seed yet,
but that will come in time."  He turned the boy around and bent him over.
The boy unquestioningly put his hands on the floor and looked at me upside
down through his legs.

       "As you see, he has no scars or tears on his anus.  He has not been
penetrated, by cock or by anything larger than a finger to check
cleanliness.  All of the Mashucan slaves are taught to clean their asses
every day, so as to always be ready for their master."

       "I can see that."  I addressed the upside down face as I leaned
forward to knead the small ass and fingertip grip his small ball sack.  I
could indeed feel two small lumps.  This was the first time I had felt any
testes except mine and must have squeezed them too hard as there was a
small jerk and a closed mouth squeak.  I released them instantly.

       "Sorry."  I blurted.

       "The master need never apologize to this one."  The small voice
insisted.  "Pain is a gift of the master.  This one apologizes to the
master for spoiling his enjoyment.  Please, anything you desire is my
earnest wish."  He sounded like he meant it.  He must have been programmed
to that mantra from his first words.  I bought him, paying more than Zeraph
thought I should have, but not too much more, I had fallen in love with the
little blonde boy.

       That infatuation lasted only until I entered the female tents.
These were very different from the male tent I had been in.  There was an
expensive carpet over the canvas floor, small lamps cast a warm yellow
glow.  There were two couches for reclining and a larger area for displays.
There were two naked girls, chosen for the perfection of their forms,
holding wine trays and a selection of snacks.  A very beautiful, elegantly
dressed lady greeted us at the door.  She was older, at least thirty but
very attractive still.

       "Welcome, Sirs."  She smiled graciously and without a hint of either
the avarice I had seen in some of the other dealers or overt sensuality.
"Please, take your ease."  She escorted us to the couches and saw us
comfortable.  Wine was offered and before I could accept Zeraph declined
for both of us.  He leaned close and whispered, "The wine is intended to
lower your defences, like the parade of flesh in the other tent."  I nodded
sagely.  It made sense.  Our hostess was whispering with one of her
assistants, more very beautiful forms, all clothed.  It was the first time
I saw that clothing could be more erotic than nudity.

       I was lightly cupping the butt of one of the nearest serving girl,
proving that however much I could resist temptations of wine, others were
beyond my power to resist when our hostess returned.  She sat down in her
chair and I never understood how her grace and self-possession turned such
a simple act into such an erotic moment. She turned to me and without any
condescension or any sort of comment on my age just asked what my pleasure
was that day.

       I cleared my throat, it wasn't easy to make myself coherent, let
alone suave or calm.

       "I'm looking for two or three girls to start my harem."  She nodded
matter-of-factly.

       "Very good.  You'll be looking for virgins, then?"

       "Umm..." I couldn't believe I was talking about something like this
with this powerful gorgeous woman.  "Uhh... Mostly."  I got out.  "I am
thinking I would like one girl who is more experienced, maybe someone who
could take charge, and help he others understand..." I was getting into
tricky territory.  "Understand..."  She took pity on me.

       "Understand the duties and responsibilities of the position."  She
confirmed she understood where my feeble mouthings had been bumbling
toward.

       "Uhh, Yeah."  I agreed.

       "That would seem wise."  She approved, "Young girls are flighty and
emotional.  Prone to vapours and exaggerated feeling and reactions."  She
paused for a moment in thought.  "If I'm not presuming too much, I suspect
you're not thinking of a harem manager, one whose job is the management of
the girls but not to warm your bed.  You'd like all of your harem to be
available for service, I presume."  I had never thought about a non-sexual
presence in the harem.  Isn't that the point of a harem?  I can fuck
anything and everything I see.

       "Uhh, yeah, experienced enough to help but still..."

       "Attractive enough to add to the pleasant atmosphere."  She paused
for a moment judging me.  "And from a purely woman's perspective, perhaps
able to instruct the master in the ways to make things more... pleasurable
for the girl as well."

       That was another new thought.  I tried to not be cruel to Mirka, to
avoid unnecessary unpleasant things, but it was his job to be pleasing me,
not my job to please him.  It seemed he was pleased by my attentions but, I
supposed, that had mostly been by accident, I certainly hadn't been
thinking about it.  My tutor had said that when a king serves his people
they return the service with love.  My father had said something similar in
one of the council meetings I had sat in on, something about "a happy
peasant works harder."  Did it work the same for women in a harem?

       The dealer had turned and was giving quiet instructions to her
assistant who hurried off.  She turned back to me and smiled.  "I believe
we have several young ladies with the experience and character you
described.  They'll be right here."  She suggested wine and snacks again,
bringing those lovely forms back into view from where they had been waiting
patiently behind us, and adding another dose of titillation.

       I was beginning to understand the method being employed here.  The
light, the warmth, the elegance made a man feel comfortable, and in
command, a "Man."  The occasional flashes of nudity adding just the right
frisson of excitement and reminder of just what "A Man" did with the
subject of the discussion.  Nothing garish, nothing whorish, just a man
doing what a man should do, be a man.  What price would you pay to be a
man?

       Even understanding did little to help me resist the subtle powerful
trap.  I was so excited I had to physically resist bouncing or shaking or
jumping up and ravishing either one of the two lovely severs.  But not the
Anastasia though.  That woman could eat me alive, sexually, and I knew it.
I was certain men had come to her, knowing their fates beforehand and
willingly jumping into the trap.  Just because the shark has chosen to
dress herself in elegant robes and anoint herself with understated perfume
did not make her any less of a shark, beautiful and deadly.

       As I was thinking about our hostess the curtain at the far end of
the room parted and four visions entered, walking in a single file line.
They came to stand directly in front of us and stopped with a unity and
grace that had to have been practiced.  They were all nude, bodies gleaming
with health and bursting with sensuality.

       I was encouraged to approach them, touch and fondle.  They were all
older than me, but none of them were too old to be very interesting indeed.
I hadn't realized that breasts could come in so many different shapes, and
even different firmness.  One of the girls pushed forward in pleasure
against my finger as I explored her folds between her legs.  I glanced up
quickly, startled and saw a look of pleasure and lust before she smoothed
it back into calm attentiveness.

       She was gorgeous, almost exactly my height now, although I didn't
think I had reached my full tally of inches. She had a light chestnut mane
of hair that fell all the way to the small of her back.  It was smooth and
glossy and looked very soft.  She had a pert nose and soft lips I just
wanted to kiss.  Her breasts were smaller than some of the others but
seemed firmer too, they were just lovely.  She had a tight ass and a
healthy brown pelt of soft fur topping her lower mound.

       "What's your name?"

       "Mia, Master."  She had some sort of accent I wasn't aware of.

       "Where are you from, then?"

       "I don't rightly know, Master, I was born in a small ville without a
name.  I think it was somewhere in Equan, Master."

       "You have a pleasant voice, Mia."

       "Thank You, Master."  She looked down at my bulging tunic.  "May Mia
help you with that, Master?"  Anastasia broke in smoothly.
       "The master has many things to think on, Mia.  Please do not
distract him."  I was very willing to be distracted but I understood that
fucking her wares wouldn't be a good business plan for her, not until I'd
paid for them at least.

       "Yes, Mistress."  Mia subsided with a look of disappointment.

       "Do you like pleasing men, Mia?"  She flushed with excitement.

       "Yes, Master," she agreed enthusiastically.  "I love drawing the
pleasure out of him and seeing him in bliss."

       "She really does."  Anastasia added.  "Mia is always enthusiastic
and ready."  I nodded

       "What would you do if I fucked her.?"  I cupped the soft tit next to
her.  "And all you could do is watch?  I don't want a jealous girl who
causes problems in my harem."

       "Harem?"  Her eyes widened in delight.  "You come in, choose one of
us and the rest have to stand around and watch you take her, right there,
in front of us.  Ooo."  She moved her hand to her pussy and began rubbing
herself apparently lost in the vision.  Anastasia delicately took her wrist
and pulled the probing fingers away.

       "Mia, we have talked about this."  She quietly reprimanded.  "You
are not to pleasure yourself."

       "Yes, Mistress."  She lowered her head in submission. That turned me
on even more.

       "Mia," I asked, "I'm starting my harem today.  I'm looking for
someone who can help the others understand what a man wants and how to
please him.  Could you do that?"  She smiled again, seeming even more
excited.  "Ooo, virgins?"  She shivered in anticipation.  "Come, now,
lovely virgin."  She addressed an imaginary girl.  "This is called a blow
job.  You need to learn this well or Master will beat you.  Take master's
cock, like this..."  She mimed stroking a long thick rod.  "Then you put
your mouth on it."  She nodded encouragingly.  That's right, kiss it, pull
it all the way in, that's what master likes."  She was feeling herself
again.  Anastasia just pulled her hand away without saying anything this
time.

       I was staggering, I was caught with such a raging hard-on that I
thought it might burst.  I was twitching and thrusting involuntarily.  If I
didn't get myself under control I would come inside my own tunic, how
embarrassing that would be.  I stepped back and closed my eyes to breathe.
I missed the tiny smiles that passed between Mia and Anastasia.

       I asked the others similar questions and they were all beautiful and
intelligent women, but it was Mia who had caught my eye.  The line of
ladies were led back out of the room and Anastasia and I began to dicker.
Zeraph came to my aid occasionally but I thought I had done a pretty good
job on my own.  Anastasia knew I was very excited about Mia so I couldn't
pretend I didn't care, but she also knew I was thinking of more purchases
so she didn't push too hard.  As she left to arrange the next batch of
candidates I asked Zeraph how I was doing.

       "I think you are doing as well as could be expected in a first time
buyer.  And you are well within the purse you were given, even with the
clothing and supplies costs.  You got a good deal on those workmen, men who
can earn their master money are always the most expensive, except for the
exotic ladies like these.  I could wish I knew why.  But still, I'd think
two high quality or three of slightly lesser quality and you should still
have enough to provide for them in a manner that does you honor."  That
made me feel manly, providing for my own ladies...

       What came next was a parade of naked nubile flesh.  I was getting to
the point I had to stop and breath and calm myself down after every batch.
These were for the most part younger, less experienced, indeed.  They were
shy, some covering themselves with their hands and a few were crying.
Neither of those things did anything to help with my horniness problem.  It
was getting painful, my balls hard and aching.

       After the second batch of girls had been led off Anastasia looked at
me for a moment and then had pity.  "My Lord, might I suggest a bit of a
break.  Why don't you have a seat," she gestured to the couch.  "Maybe a
rest, these things can be intense.  I'll take Master Zeraph off to a very
nice rest of his own."  Before I could object she added the clincher.
"Perhaps your Mia could come to serve you during your rest."  My eyes
widened and then all I could do was nod, a bit spastically I'm afraid.
Zeraph and Anastasia left, arm-in-arm and I laid back with a sigh.  Intense
was exactly the word I was feeling at the moment.  Even just the quiet and
space to relax just a bit was wonderful.

       There was a rustle of curtains and Mia quietly entered.  She had
been dressed in flimsy gauzy folds that clung to her form and suggested yet
concealed.  She was looking a bit nervous herself, very different from the
girl I had seen before.

       "Master has purchased me?"  She inquired diffidently.

       "Yes, Mia, you will be joining my harem."

       "Oh, Master."  She ran lightly and silently to my side and knelt by
my couch.  She lowered her head and I thought maybe she was crying.  I
lifted her head and she quickly wiped at her eyes.

       "I'm sorry, Master, I'm not sad.  I'm so happy that I'm not to be a
whore for any man with a coin."  That was a new thought, I suppose if she
hadn't sold to a rich noble she would have been bought by a pimp and used
as a product to make him money.  I nodded in understanding and then leaned
forward to whisper in her ear.

       "Not a whore, never a whore, a prized possession, loved and cared
for all her days."  She sobbed once and then threw herself into my arms,
hugging me tight, that wonderful body pressed full against mine.  After a
long hug she let go with one arm to nudge my huge bulge.  I had felt it
pressing into her leg during the hug.  She had obviously felt it too.

       "And My Master has need of my skills, I think."  She said with a
wicked smile.

       "Yes," I agreed, "I do believe he really, really does.  Or he might
just die right here."

       "No, the Master can't die.  Let me help you with that."  She
grinned.

       She ran her hand down my length through my pants.  I moaned as she
almost set me off right there.  She must have seen that because she stopped
stoking and carefully undid the ties and lifted instead of pulled it off
me.  I sprang instantly bolt upright.  I could see it was quivering and it
was so engorged with blood I could feel the warmth on my legs.  Mia took a
moment to survey the situation.  In all the years she has been with me,
with all of the other women, girls, boys and men I've had, she is still the
very best one for just looking at my cock and making me feel like it was
the tastiest treat she had ever seen.  I could have come just from that
look alone.

       She looked at my quivering pulsing manhood and then she leaned
forward and very delicately breathed on it.  Starting right at the base,
breathing up the underside in a long soft warm exhalation that made every
nerve in my body tingle.  When she reached the purple head I came, just
like that.  Not a finger laid on me I erupted.  Spurt after spurt of hot
white jizz launched into the air, arching up to fall back high up on my
chest and neck.  I had to turn my head or I'd have had some on my chin.  It
hit my neck instead.  My balls throbbed and ached dully as they emptied
suddenly, releasing the truly gargantuan case of blue balls I had
systematically built for myself.

       Mia laughed and clapped her hands in joy.  I had a split second of
resentment that she might have been laughing at the boy who came too soon
but I saw that she just had a true merriment in her laugh.  That she had
been able to make me come with just a breath.  Not mocking, just a droll
understanding of how hard I must have been holding on, willing myself to
not come in my pants.

       As soon as I stopped spurting she licked the goo up my helmet.  I
was still oozing cum and she licked it off like a girl licking a melting
ice cream cone.  I almost fainted from the release and ecstasy.  Mia
continued to lick and then suck the cum from my slit.  Then she took it in
her mouth, teasing and tugging on the head.  She ran her tongue along the
flange of my cock head still in her mouth and then she took it in.  She
sucked my whole cock into her mouth in one long slide.  I felt the back of
her throat and expected her to stop there, but she didn't.  She paused just
long enough to take a breath through her nose and then she pushed deeper.
I gasped at the feeling as she took my entire cock into her throat.

       Then she pulled all the way back out.  Her tongue flicked the slit
as she lifted her face from my crotch.  And then she was on her way back
down, all the way down, and then back up.  Very slowly she began to
increase the speed maybe not quite as deep as before but she moved faster,
sucking her lips tightly around my shaft.

       The climax caught me by surprise.  I had been busy watching and
feeling her amazing display of fellatio that I hadn't even know I was
getting close to spewing again.  I did, deep in her mouth this time.  She
never let the seal of her lips break and I felt her swallow my seed.  It
was hot as hell.  She drained me dry and then, finally, I began to soften.
She pulled a small towel and began cleaning me up from the first cum.  She
grinned at me.

       "I hope you paid a lot for me, Master.  I'm going to be worth every
single copper."  And I believed her.

       After she had cleaned me up we lay, her snuggled into my side very
much like Mirka did.  I lay there, one arm around a smoking hot chick that
I was going to have all to myself, that I could have every day, every hour
if I wanted.  It was good to be the man.

       After a short while Zeraph cleared his throat on the other side of
the curtain wall.  "Are you ready to continue, Master?"  He enquired
diffidently.  Mia and I were instantly in motion.  She was pulling my pants
up and I was flailing wildly for no reason other than panic.

       "Uhh...Yeah.."  I responded smoothly.  "Give me just a minute."

       "No worries, just wondering if I should go for a snack..."  I could
hear the teasing in his voice, and Mia sniggered.  I could feel my face
heat, but it was a good heat, an honest teasing, like friends do.  A king
could not allow it, but I wasn't a king, yet.  I could still be a man with
friends, not only the subjects, threats and opportunities a king had as his
only companions.

       After Mia had me presentable again I called Zeraph back in.  For
some reason the heat wouldn't go out of my face.  I colored up again,
knowing Zeraph, Anastasia and the two still naked, still silent serving
girls knew what Mia and I had been doing.  The girls never even looked at
me, just took their places silently.  Zeraph was trying to keep a straight
face at my embarrassment but the corners of his mouth kept twitching just a
tiny bit.  It made me go even redder, but at least he managed not to say
anything.
       Anastasia gave no indication of anything interesting at all.  She
just smoothly suggested we continue with the selection process.  I found
out later that this was not an uncommon problem for young men and that if I
hadn't already bought Mia she would have had one of the servants take care
of me.

       Then the next group of virgins arrived.  Suddenly I didn't have to
worry about blushes, all my extra blood was needed elsewhere.  I lost count
of the beautiful, luscious women and girls I saw that day, at least ten
groups of five.  I fondled and squeezed big bouncy boobies and flicked tiny
buds.  I saw pussy hair of every color and some with none at all.

       That was a first for me.  The woman was fully developed but had no
hair down there.  Anastasia noticed my consternation and came to my aid.

       "Some women shave their pubic hair, as a way to make themselves
stand out in a crowd."  She informed me matter-of-factly.  "Some men prefer
how it feels or looks and require all of their women to shave like that.
If grows back quite quickly, if not kept shaved.  You could experiment and
see if it is how you prefer your ladies."

       In the end I chose two other girls.  One was an elfin thin waif of a
girl, maybe eight years old.  She had the brightest flaming red hair
falling in curls.  She was shy and couldn't meet my eye but she was not one
of the ones who hid themselves or cried.  I would, of course, have to be
careful with her first time.  Anastasia herself warned me that a violent
deflowering of such a young girl could damage her ability to have children
in later years.  But I had to have her.  She was exquisite.

       The other was one of the last I was shown.  She was not brought in
as part of a group.  She was displayed by herself.  She wasn't dark, I had
seen several girls that had been dark brown to the point of black.  But
this girl was black, black as pitch.  She was tall, and she had impressive
muscles.  Her breasts were large and even they looked powerful.  She was
the only girl of the whole display that was chained.  She had ankle chains,
to keep her from running Anastasia said.

       "She is out of the deepest South.  The tribes there are fierce and
the women fight along with the men.  This dangerous creature was captured
by an enemy tribe and sold quickly so her own people couldn't rescue her.
She is still virgin.  The warrior women of her tribe remain virgins until
they give up the spear.  Once in a guarded harem there will be no need of
the chains, of course.

       "Does she speak the common tongue?"

       "Yes, she does.  She does have a thick accent though.  I may take a
bit to get used to it."  I approached the ebon goddess and looked her in
the eye.

       "She," I nodded at Anastasia, "says you are a warrior.  Is that
true?"  I received a flash of indignation and then a mask of impassivity.

       "No," She announced shortly, it was abrupt and final.
"I... was... warrior.  I taken, chained, sent be with women, cleaned and
presented to man.  I lost spear.  Not warrior.  Time for be woman."

       "If I make you my woman, will you run?  Will you try to hurt me or
my other women?"

       "Not hurt like warrior.  Can you make your woman?  Are you strong
man enough?  May hurt like woman.  See other women, weak, soft.  Woman of
Vannaikar not weak, not soft.  Need strong man, or break."  She looked at
me with a measuring gaze and then looked back forward, staring at the far
wall.  I didn't know if this was wise but leaned forward with my mouth
right by her ear.

       "Bring it, Bitch, you'll find yourself bloody on both ends, lying at
my feet with your maiden blood on my dick."  I got her attention with that.
She looked at me for a moment, and then returned to her staring at the
wall.

       After I had purchased her Anastasia asked me where I wanted them to
be sent.

       "We have a covered wagon for such deliveries, you don't want them
parading through the streets where any beggar and urchin can stare upon
them, do you?"

       "Have them delivered to the Harem in the Royal Palace.  His Royal
Majesty is building a section for them, but foe now they'll have to stay in
his harem.  I'm sure Mother will question them good before she lets them
out of her clutches."  I realized that Anastasia was staring at me in open
mouthed consternation.

       "My Prince," she stammered, "I did not know... I mean..."  It was
comical to see her finally lose that air of calm sexy attentiveness.  It
made her even more attractive actually.

       "I did not want to be charged double or triple for my purchases.
You were not supposed to know, yet I did not think the secret would have
held.  I'm surprised you did not hear, especially when we had our break."
She thought about that for a moment and then turned unbelievingly to face
Zeraph.

       "You, you, scoundrel!"  She condemned him soundly.  "You said you
served a noble house as purchaser."

       "I do purchase things for His Majesty."  Zeraph also seemed to be
enjoying her discomfiture.  Anastasia wasn't the hostess for such a high
quality establishment as this for the fact she was beautiful alone.  She
quickly pulled her wits about her and turned again to me.

       "I most humbly apologize for the tone, My Prince.  And," she shot a
glance at Zeraph again.  "I do hope you are pleased with your service while
you were here, My Prince, and your purchases."

       "As long as these were the very best stock you have available I have
absolutely no complaints."

       "Oh, Yes, My Prince."  She hastened to assure him.  "We have some
other very excellent models for sale but these were the very best in the
perameters you set."

       "Then, thank you, Mistress Anastasia.  I do believe we have reached
a mutually beneficial arrangement.  If you would send my purchases up to
the Palace I would be most grateful."

       "Of course, My Prince."  She curtsied deeply.  "Is there any other
service I or my company can provide you with?"  Something in her eyes told
me that if she had known who I was it would have been she and not Mia who
would have been "helping" me earlier.  I decided I was glad to have missed
the experience.

       "I think we have had as much fun as one day can hold.  We'll take
our leave of you now.  Have a very good day, madam."

       We walked out of the pleasure slave area and gathered our waiting
soldiers and began the fairly long trip back to the Palace.  I found myself
floating in a giddy haze.  I had a harem!