Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2017 03:25:45 +0000
From: aimee fowler <docaimee@hotmail.com>
Subject: Once upon a Harem chapter 5

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Once upon a Harem Chapter 5 - Harem Lost


Chapter One - Prince Mikal comes of age, takes a woman to prove his manhood
to prove his right to be the heir to the throne and buys the beginnings of
a Harem.

Chapter Two - The Prince opens his slave boy and starts to move his harem
into his own space.  He get gets to enjoy one of his ladies, finally.

Chapter Three - The Prince puts down a rebellion, finds himself in a sticky
situation and takes his warrior goddess.

Chapter Four – Mikal finds out what cock feels like, gets a couple of
gifts, discovers orgies, is disrespected and responds appropriately.


       Over the next several weeks I learned some things.  Rahel was a
little scamp.  She loved nothing more in the world to be chased, especially
by me.  She would sneak up on me and poke me, or steal something I had been
using and run off.  I would chase her down and catch her up and she would
squeal with joy and run off to come at me from another direction.  Cami had
to take her in hand after I felt her poking me in the nuts as I was fucking
Mia one day.  Games are one thing, but...

       I also learned that Shitslut wasn't nearly as strong a person as she
had tried to seem.  She had just never really been challenged.  I think
that if things had gone a little longer Cami would have stood up to her,
although she had nearly broken Cami in her own way.  I learned that, yes,
if a person were hungry enough they could and would eat shit.  I had to gag
her for several days, the pleading and crying were disturbing the peace of
the harem.  But after she had resorted to eating the shit that quieted
down.  I had broken her spirit.  She was timid and fearful.  I had been up
in my observation perch and I saw Elie ordering her around like a slave.

       After she had well and truly adjusted to a diet of shit and water I
allowed her out of the privy, she could eat real food, but she still had to
return to the privy any time anyone had to use it, and she had to lay down
in the trough, take the shit or piss and then clean herself before she was
allowed out.  And when she was out she had to serve the others.  She
cleaned, mostly.  When I knew that she had accepted her new role I allowed
her to desist from the being shat on.  She was pathetically grateful.

       When I had first entered the harem she had shaken and cried at the
sound of my voice.  When I approached the privy, even just passing by on my
way to somewhere else she had scurried to the trough and lay, face down,
with her hands on her neck and quaked.  She often pissed herself in fear.
For my part I completely ignored her except to aim my piss at her.  The
only thing I said to her in the first season was "Open your mouth,
Shitslut, I've got a meal for you."  By the third week she was eagerly
pressing her mouth to my asshole, not wanting to miss a morsel.

       She cleaned and sewed and carried and waited on tables.  She made
beds and washed dishes.  Zuri insisted that someone else do the cooking, so
the girls basically took turns until Kathleen proved to be the best and
took over all the duties.  The first food I allowed Shitslut was the
leavings from the table, the ladies had to put their plates on the floor
and she had to eat the leftovers like a dog, without using her hands.  But
then I relented and by week eight she was allowed to eat the same food as
the rest, just in the kitchen, after the rest had had their fill.  But
there was plenty of food so she rarely didn't get at least a little of
everything.  I also allowed the others to stop shitting on her.  She still
lived and slept in the privy and most of the girls required her to wipe
them clean after their excretions, I certainly did.

       The other thing I learned was that Cami was probably not going to
succeed as a harem girl.  She wasn't aggressive or bullying, and it wasn't
the sex.  She was a sex machine to rival Mia.  And she even exceeded Mia in
anal joys.  She loved anal sex as much as Mirka.  And vaginal sex, and oral
sex and lesbian sex and every other kind of sex she could find.  I had had
to talk to her after Zuri had threatened her for coercing Elie to lick her
pussy.  She also told her to not try with Rahel.

       Cami completely ignored Shitslut's existence, except in one thing.
Shitslut was the only one in the harem who couldn't say no to her.  It was
probably Shitsluts second most time consuming duty, making her daughter
cum.

       Cami had not been a virgin when she came into my possession, not by
a long shot.  And she blamed her situation on her mother.  "Father had been
negotiating a large purchase with a Lord from up the river.  M.. Shitslut
had decided that sending me to him would garner both business favor and
social mobility.  I argued, I didn't want to be a slut, she shouted down my
every objection.  She found me clothes that were so revealing that they
might as well not be there at all.  I was so embarrassed walking down the
street to the inn.  If anyone had seen me I might well have been arrested,
whores on the street wore more than this.  I managed to get to the inn
without getting arrested or raped, the other possibility high among my
concerns.

       When I entered the inn the Lord was sitting with his men in the
common room.  Every eye turned to me.  I'm sure I blushed so many shades of
red.  I forced myself to approach his table.  He stood up as I arrived.  He
understood exactly what was happening and accepted the offer without a
word.  He pushed me to my knees, pulled out his cock and pushed it in my
mouth.  I didn't know what to do but he did all the work.  He pumped in my
mouth until he was hard and then pulled me up, removed my clothes right
there in front of everyone, laid me face down on the table and fucked me.

       He seemed a bit surprised I was a virgin.  I cried and he laughed
and slapped hands with one of the men at the table.  He didn't take long, a
few strokes and he came in me.  He stepped back without a word and I
started to rise, thinking it was over.  A hand pushed me back to the table.
Another cock stretched my abused pussy.  I cried out again and everyone
laughed, now that they knew they would get a turn too.  And they did.
Everyman in the inn that night, even the innkeeper and stable boy fucked
me.

       I don't remember most of it.  I remember the pain and the pain
turning to a strange pleasure.  I remember when someone took my ass.  I
screamed, he had not been gentle.  There was no gentleness that night.  I
do remember when I had two guys' cocks in me at the same time, one in the
ass and one in the pussy.

       That whole night they fucked me, I was sprayed in the face with cum,
filled so full my ass and pussy overflowed.  I do know that several took a
second turn, one of them commenting loudly on how much looser I was in the
ass than the last time.  I was in some strange fog of pain and pleasure and
shame and I also felt good, thirty or forty men had spent an entire night
focussing on me, thinking about me, turned on by me.

       When the last of them had tired of me and I was lying exhausted in a
pool of cum and spit and blood, leaking out of every orifice, and barely
alive the Lord came back in the room.  He had had a night's sleep and
looked sharp and crisp, shaved and smelling of perfume.  He stopped when he
saw me splayed out on the floor, totally uncaring that I was exposed for
all to see.  He laughed and then he came over, stepping carefully around
the puddles of cum he leaned over, nose wrinkling at the sour sweat and sex
stench.  He put his mouth to my ear and whispered so only I could hear.

       "I'm sure it was your bitch of a mother that sent you here.  When
you get home, tell her that she's an asshole who wasted a beautiful girl on
a job that wasn't even needed.  I had already signed the contract with your
father yesterday."  Then he slipped a gold sovereign into my hand and
walked out the door. He had the decency to have his men cover me with a
carpet and deliver me to my home, at least.

       I spent the next several weeks recovering from the virgin gangbang,
as it was being talked about in the street.  After I healed I found that I
was horny all the time.  I used my fingers and a hairbrush handle but they
just weren't enough.  I took a hard sausage from the pantry and that helped
a bit.  I made sure to slip it back into the kitchen on a day the rest of
us were going out to the river but mother was staying home because she
didn't want to get darkened by the sun.

       "What happened to the coin?'  I asked.  That, at least should not
have been taken, that was her's not her father's.

       "I was too nearly comatose when I arrived back home. I never saw it
again."  Cami confessed bitterly.  "When I asked about it I was told that
everyone had to contribute to the family finances."  That made me angry but
there wasn't really anything more I could do to Shitslut than I had already
done.

       "That's a shitty break, Cami.  I can see why you did not object to
Shitslut's punishment."  I cleared my throat to draw her back from her
thoughts.  "But we have a problem, though."  She was nodding but didn't
interrupt.  "I know, my master.  She admitted.  "I just get so horny,
there's nothing much I can think about until I get off."

       "Is there any kind of sex that's better?"  I suggested?  "Something
that helps you last longer?"  She nodded vigorously again.

       "The rougher the better."  She announced definitely.  "And cocks,"
she sighed and wrinkled her nose, "I know I have to apologise to the
others, I needed something and I was a pest.  And girls just don't last
long enough to be worth making enemies."

       "Really?"  I asked, and slapped her.  Her head rocked back and I
caught her by the neck and drove her up against the wall.  Holding her high
enough that her toes just touched the floor.  "You come in to my harem,
harass my women and it doesn't do anything for you?'  I growled in her ear.
"How dare you!"  I slapped her twice more and then pushed her down to slide
her back along the wall.  I rammed my cock in her mouth and slammed it
home.  I skull fucked her, hard and as long as I could.  I was sweating and
having to take deep breaths and concentrate really hard not to come but I
wasn't done.

       The other girls had heard the commotion.  They came to see what was
going on.  I usually enjoyed being watched as I fucked but today was not
that kind of day.

       "Get the fuck out of here, all of you."  I growled.  I heard
retreating steps but never stopped to check.

       When I was about to cum I pulled out of her mouth and grabbed her by
the hair.  I dragged her to the nearest bench and put her in my Nugget
position.  Legs spread on either side of me, bent forward with her hands on
the floor.  I roughly probed and spread her cunt, stretching it wide to try
to see as deep inside as I could.  Cami was gasping and moaning like she
was in ecstasy.

       Next, I spat on her anus.  I made my fingers into a cone and pushed
stretching her wide.  She screamed in pain and bliss as I forced my whole
hand into her shitbox.  I pulled the widest part of my knuckles past her
ring and back several times, prolonging the strain.  Then I shoved my thumb
in her gaping pussy and fluttered the side of my hand on her clit while
throbbing my wrist deeper and deeper inside her.  She shuddered and came
hard, hugging onto my legs and her screaming passion echoed across the
Harem.  I noticed several of the ladies peek in for a glimpse of what was
causing such a reaction.  Mia blanched and withdrew, horrified.  Kennedy
paused for a long lingering look that made me take notes of something to
maybe do with her someday.  Probably on a less massive scale though.

       I kept working her, not allowing her to come down from her high.
Cami cried and moaned and rolled into another ear-piercing orgasm.  She was
tiring, I could tell, but I didn't want to stop yet.  I pulled out of her
and lift her bodily to fall on the stone bench we were sitting on.  I
spread her legs as wide as they would go, till it hurt, and then I rammed
my rock hard pole deep into her sopping pussy.  I had been hard for a long
time but I also had mentally been thinking about what I was doing to her,
not what was happening to me.  I was cold and calm inside.

       I hammered her, thrusting as hard as I could.  We slid a bit with
each thrust but I didn't stop.  I was fucking like a rabbit with the
strength of the horse.  I slammed her until she shook and came a third
time.  It wasn't as loud as the others, she was mostly mewling now.  The
waves of bliss were rippling and crashing back and forth in her, she had
never really came down from the first one, it had been one long rolling
orgasm.

       We were both sweating, her hair was matted to her face and I was
dripping fat drops onto her tits and stomach.  Her abdominals were knotted
and tense from prolonged orgasm and I could see each muscle in her taut
torso, clear and distinct.  It was a gorgeous, sexy scene.  I shouldn't
have allowed myself to think of that.  The second I allowed to think about
the sexy nature of what we were doing I came explosively.  I yanked my cock
out and sprayed cum all over her.  I reached high above her tits and I
unleashed long ropes of white baby batter.

       I collapsed back onto the bench and gasped for breath.  That had
been the most intense sexual encounter of my life.  Cami just lay there,
hands covering her face but her body spread out, open and available, and
uncaring.  Her breath was coming in great gasps, almost sobs and she
covered her face in her hands.  I pulled myself to my feet and staggered
over to stare at her cum covered beauty.  I leaned over and slapped her tit
to get her attention.  She pulled her hands from her face and I could see
she had been crying.

       "Th..thank you, M...Master." She gasped, "That was the best sex of
my life."

       "Get off your ass, get cleaned up and dressed, then knock on my
chamber door."  Without another word I staggered off for a cleanup of my
own.

       It was about an hour before I heard the knock.  I opened the door
and introduced Cami to Zeraph, whom I had summoned while I waited.  Both of
them seemed a bit shocked at the introduction.

       "Zeraph, this is Cami, she has issues that make her unsuited to life
in the harem.  I also think that she has talents that you might be able to
make use of."  I paused and Zeraph pondered that information for a long
moment.  "Whore or assassin?" He eventually responded with the quiet
imperturbability that was his trademark.

       "Either, or both, or possibly spy or agent."  His eyebrows rose at
that recommendation.  He looked to Cami, who was staring at me with utter
incredulity in her expression.

       "If you're going to be of any use to His Majesty, Cami, is it?
You'll have to work harder at concealing surprise."  Cami stared at him
now, probably at his calm acceptance of my utterly insane ideas.  Zeraph
actually chuckled.  "Come now, girl.  Get a grip on yourself or you'll be
no use other than as a whore.  Some men would take that stare as your being
entranced with their manliness but most would just think you weak minded."

       That got through her shock.  Cami did not like having her
intelligence questioned.  She got herself under control.  "I apologise,
Master Zeraph, My Master did not warn me of a change in my status."

       "You'll have to learn to be flexible."

       "Yes, Sir, I will."

       I broke in on the conversation.  "Outside the harem refer to me as
"My Prince" if you please, Mistress Cami."  She shot me another shocked
look, corrected it quickly with a glance at Zeraph.  "Yes, My Prince.  I
apologise for the breach of etiquette."

       "No matter, Mistress Cami, I believe we will be having many
opportunities to learn to work smoothly together."  I turned to Zeraph.
"Do not be afraid of physical punishment with this one, and do not worry
about sending her into sexually abusive situations.  She is a true cumslut
at heart."

       "Of course, My Prince.  Do you have anything in mind for her to do?"

       "No, she is just not right for laying on her back waiting for a
cock."

       "And if she proves unsuitable for this work as well?"

       "Then dispose of her in any way that makes what use of her we can."
I could see a bit of hurt in her expression.

       "Then don't fail the training, my dear."  I could see she got the
message.  If she learned to be an agent or spy or whatever Zeraph wanted
she could still be my girl and I'd fuck her the way she needed fucking.  If
she didn't she wouldn't."

       Zeraph nodded, rose to his feet and nodded at Cami.  "Well, then, we
should be at testing you, don't you think?"

       "Yes, Master Zeraph."

       As Zeraph turned and walked out of the room I saw that Cami was
walking a bit stiffly around her hips area.  I smirked at her and she tried
to glare but it was spoiled by the gleam in her eye.


       It was later that same week, when I was in the pool, bathing as
usual with the little girls that my next interesting event happened.  Rahel
and Elie had become my go to bathers because they were the most often in
the pool when I got to the harem after a day of work.  We played a lot of
splashing and tossing games.  Rahel I was pretty careful to hold by arms
legs, or torso, maybe a push off the butt but Elie I had started to
casually fondle.  Often when I lifted her up to throw her into the water it
was with a hand fully cupped under her crotch, I felt her pussy and ass,
and I wasn't shy about reaching around and grabbing her chest.  She had
grown little over the ten months she had been with me.  She had been a
small ten year old and was now an even smaller eleven year old.  She had
the tiniest beginnings of buds on her chest, little more than erect
nipples.

       We had been playing but Rahel had needed to use the privy.  I was
happy to hear her calling ahead of her, "Shitslut, Shitslut, I have to
poop."  Elie had ended up in front of me.  We were sitting in the shallow
end, my back against the edge and her back against me.  I was casually
stroking her chest and stomach.  I noticed that she had laid her head back
against my chest and seemed to have closed her eyes dreamily.  My casual
thoughts became less casual when I felt her arm moving just a bit.  There
was something in her motion...  I leaned forward and saw that she had her
hand between her legs and was stroking herself.  It was the long slow
strokes that Zuri used so often.  I found myself insta-hard and decided
then and there that today was Elie's day.

       I leaned near to her ear.  "Does that feel good?"  I asked.

       "Uh-huh."  She nodded.

       "Do you like being touched down there?"

       "Yes, Master."  She agreed, "It feels really good."

       "What do you feel at your back, Elie?"

       "Your cock, Master, it's hard."

       "Do you want to feel my cock in your pussy?"  She looked up at my
face for a while.

       "Yes."  She said simply.  "I'm the only one in the Harem you haven't
fucked.  Except for Rahel," she quickly added.  Then a cloud of worry
crossed over her face.  "Will it hurt like when you fucked Cami the first
time?  That sounded like it really hurt."  I imagine it did sound like it
hurt a lot.  It had hurt, but half the cries had been pleasure, but how
could a virgin understand that?

       "It will hurt, more because you are small, but not that much, and
not as much as when I fucked Shitslut or Tanith either.  They had both been
bad and needed to be punished, you have been good so I will try to make the
pain as little as possible.  And after the first time the pain goes away
more quickly each time."
       "I know, Master.  Mia has very carefully explained everything to
me."  I nodded.

       "Ok, Then.  Go and tell Mia and Zuri that it is your time and they
can help you prepare.  Find Tanith or Kennedy or Kathleen and ask them to
come help me dry."

       "Yes, Master."  She scrambled out of the pool and ran off, splashing
a huge trail of water in her wake.  I watched her girls ass flexing as she
went and almost came right then.  Kennedy sauntered over with a grin.

       "Need a little help there, I see."  She indicated my raging boner.

       "Not today, I'm afraid."  I shook my head.  Just a drying, please.
This is Elie's fault and so it's her time to solve the problem."  Kennedy's
eyes widened as she understood and then she grinned at me.

       "So, a special day for you too.  Even a Prince doesn't get to open
so many girls, I think.  It must be a special thing for a man too, to take
a maidenhead."  I agreed and handed her a towel to prepare me for my part.
I had chosen one of the few alcoves that had a curtain.  Most of them had
places where no one could see in and they gave the girls a bit of privacy.
I had learned that one of the reasons Tanith had been such a bitch when she
first got to the harem was because in the wagon she had had exactly no
space of her own.  Then she had irritated me and had spent months known as
Fuckbitch.  I had decided that Elie deserved some privacy for this event.
It was a nice warm summer evening, so I shooed all the rest of the crew
outside until they were called for.

       Elie hesitantly knocked on the wood under the curtain.  "Come in" I
invited.  She was dressed very much like I usually dressed in the harem.  A
fine robe that was easy to remove.  This one looked like it had been made
special, I had never seen it before.  It was a light blue with birds
embroidered on the lapels.  Her long white/blonde hair was up in the two
pigtails I loved.  In her hand was a bottle of oilberry oil.

       She stood at the foot of the bed and watched me nervously.  "Come
here" I ordered.  She climbed up beside me.  I gestured for her to put the
oil on the stand and pulled her to me.  She walked on her knees and I
leaned in and kissed her.  She must have been practicing with someone
because she responded with a surprisingly competent return kiss.  She threw
her arms around my neck and squeezed strangulation tight and kissed me,
tongue seeking out mine.

       Then she whispered in my ear.  "I want to make this good for you.  I
will try not to cry."

       I smiled and hugged her close.  "Crying is OK.  Even loud crying is
OK.  Slow to obey or trying to stop before I'm finished is not OK."

       "Yes, Master."

       I lifted her up to stand in front of me, undid her robe and slid it
off.  Mia had obviously oiled her skin just a bit as she glistened in the
flickering lamp light.  I explored her with my hands and eyes. Caressing
her tiny nubs and turning her around to knead her little girls ass.  Had
her bend over and I ran my hands up her little stems of legs and up and to
each side of her pussy.  Her little girl folds were so small!  I ran my
hands back down and up again.  She shivered a bit each time I rubbed on the
outside of her lips.  Then I opened them, pulling them gently apart.

       Elie shivered as I ran my finger over her inner lips.  I stroked it
carefully and then leaned back.  "Help me with this robe."  She untied it
and opened it to show me to her.  She gazed at my prick like it was some
dangerous, holy relic, full of power and divinity.  I lay back.  "Explore,
I said, touch it, feel it."  She ran her hands over my cock and it was my
turn to shiver.  She had touched it before, even erect.  She had even put
it in her mouth when the ladies had welcomed me home from a long trip, but
this was the first time she had the freedom to just explore it.  She poked
at my balls in my sack.  And giggled as the shifted.  She cupped them in
one hand, filling it.  She lifted them and bounced them as if testing the
weight.  And then she ran both hands up my shaft and I half closed my eyes
in rapture.

       "Suck it."  I ordered.  She kissed and licked and put her mouth over
it to suck. There wasn't a lot of pressure but she did swirl her tongue
around my head.  She must had been instructed to do that and she had taken
it to heart.  I was almost too big for her mouth and soon she pulled off.
"Master, My mouth is starting to hurt."

       "Then come here."  I slid her up my torso, sliding her body over my
cock the whole way.  I kissed her again.  I flicked my cock under her
pussy, just ribbing the tip against her lips.  Then I moved her up until
she was stationed right above my mouth.

       She probably didn't have the weight to force my cock into her tight
pussy like Zuri had done so I turned her over, laying her on the bed and
kissing her all the while.  I slide my finger down inside her lips, and
further, to the indented opening.  I teased and touched, putting the
slightest pressure on the small hole.

       I broke the kiss to lean over for the oil.  I dipped my middle
finger in the neck and then I slowly dipped it in her.  She squirmed.
"Does that hurt?"  I asked.  She shook her head, "It feels good, master."
I slowly worked it in and out, until I felt the resistance of her hymen.  I
played my finger on that, slowly increasing the pressure to get some sort
of idea of the force I'd need.

       I lifted her legs up, to angle her pussy up for easier access and
she crossed them in front of her chest.  No other girl had had that sort of
flexibility.  It was charming, and hot as hell.  I oiled up my cock good,
pouring some oil directly into her pussy and lined up for impact.

       I slowly lowered my cock into contact and slowly and gently pushed.
Her girl cunt squeezed my cock like a vise.  I could feel Elie tightening
up as the pressure and pain built.  She was trying to be brave but tears
were starting to trickle out of the corners of her eyes and her breaths
were coming in hard sob-like gasps.  If I stopped now the next time would
be just as bad, things wouldn't get better until I took her all the way.

       I closed my eyes, concentrated on the incredible pressure and
pushed, as slowly as I could.  I felt her cherry, and without pause I
thrust one quick, brutal thrust, as short but powerful as I could make it.
Elie cried out in pain and pushed against me with her hands but I was
through.  I stopped, allowing the pain to ebb, just a bit.  She was
gripping my cock trying to pull it out but I thrust deeper, and backed off,
I thrust several more times but the pressure and picture of this tiny girl
spitted on my cock set me off.  I unloaded into her abused channel and then
I just stayed there.  I waited until felt my cock begin to soften, the
pressure ebbed and I slid out.

       My cock was bloody and slimy from cum but I rolled Elie to her side,
spooned up behind her and hugged her as she sobbed.  "There, it's over."  I
whispered in her ear.  "That's my girl." I soothed.  "You were brave, and
it won't ever hurt like that anymore."  I held her and whispered my love
until she quieted.  When her sobs had stopped and she was still I slipped
out of the alcove and invited the ladies back into the harem.

       Mia and Zuri both went to Elie at once, they got her up and helped
her walk to the pool where Tanith was cleaning me off.  Either of them
could have carried the girl but they helped her walk.  It was a subtle
thing and I doubt Elie understood it but they were treating her like a
woman, not a child.  Tanith was looking sober and contemplative.

       "What are you thinking about?"

       "Why does it have to hurt so much?"  She whispered.  "It's not fair.
For men it's so easy and pleasant.  Why is it so much harder for a woman?"

       "I don't know how important it is for the common folk, but for
Kings, it's very important."

       "And why is that?"  Anger flashed in her eyes.  I was in post-coital
glow so I ignored her attitude.

       "Because when I take my wife for the first time I have to know, not
think, not guess, know that she has been with no other man before."

       "Why is that so important?  Men can have women before their married.
Why can't women have men?"

       "Because it's the woman who bares the child.  Everyone knows who the
mother is.  They saw the child be born from her body, but who is the
father?"  The only way to know if the husband is the father is if the woman
has not seen any man other than the husband who might have gotten her
pregnant.  That's the reason for the harem."  I waved my hand around the
comfortable room.  "Oh, yes," I admitted, "Because I am a man of high
status I have more than my wife in here and I get to have girls just for
fun.  But the purpose is very important."

       "My mother served customers in the restaurant all day, and chopped
the vegetables for tomorrow all evening, and she still managed to bear me
and my brother, and no one doubted who my father was."

       "Yes, all due respect to your mother's honor, but if she had been
found to be with a different man's child, what would have happened?"

Tanith paused for a long moment.  "I suppose my father would have been very
angry.  He would probably have beaten her, or sent her away, or maybe
killed her."  She thought for another moment.  "OK, probably killed her.
My father was a violent man."

"If it was doubted who my father was there would have been a war."  I
stated baldly.  "Thousands of men, fathers and brothers killed in battle
and thousands of mothers and daughters would have been raped and killed."
Her eyes grew wide in concern at the thought.  I continued. "I know that my
Lady Mother talked to you when you were in her harem, didn't she?"  Tanith
nodded.  "Maybe she didn't mention it or maybe you didn't understand but
this harem is a very important place for the kingdom.  You women make it
much less likely that I, the horny male, will go off and get some maid or
plow girl pregnant.  That child would be a bastard grandchild of the King.
Wars have been started by King's bastards."  I pointed to Zuri, talking
with Elie as Mia wrapped her in fluffy blanket.  "Zuri's child is not a
bastard.  If it's a boy, he will be a legitimate son of the Prince.  He
will not be heir unless things go very badly for the kingdom, but if it
does go bad he will be acceptable as King, because everyone will know, know
for sure, that I am the father.  So, no war, or at least less chance of
one.  Although if things go that badly that someone like Zuri's child is
the best choice war has probably already happened."

Tanith thought about things for a very long time.  I had begun to think
about heading off to bed when she spoke again.  "Thank you, Master, for
explaining that to me.  I had thought of myself as nothing but a brood sow,
and this harem as only a fancy pig sty."  It was my turn to be taken aback.
"I do see, now that your Lady Mother was trying to tell me this.  She was
too elegant to burn through my anger.  When you put things so bluntly I
understand what she was trying to say."  There was another long silence.
"And a King who couldn't get it up with a woman would cause a war too,
then, right?"

I was impressed, she was following the logic further than I had hoped.
"Yes."  I answered simply, "You may have saved hundreds or thousands of
girls from rape and death by your sacrifice."  She nodded slowly, thinking
new thoughts.  I decided we'd had enough schooling for the night.  I was
tired, I could hear my bed calling.


As the weeks turned to months the main object of my interest was Zuri's
advanced pregnancy.  When I realized that the person who had the most
skilled advice was named Shitslut I decided something had to be done.  I
sent Zeraph and Cami to the market and they returned with disappointing
news.  There was no skilled midwife for sale in Huoerse.  I was dejected
for a bit and then sighed in relief and wrote to my Mother.

In less than two weeks a skilled midwife arrived and moved into the harem.
She was not elderly but matronly.  Her children were all grown and her
husband had died recently.  Instead of moving in with her eldest to be
granny-sit-by-the-fire she had accepted an offer from my Mother in my name
to come and be my live-in midwife and child rearing expert.  In exchange,
her eldest grandson was accepted into the army as an officer, equipment
paid by the crown, and a granddaughter was taken as maid by one of Mother's
noblewoman friends who owed her a favour.  It was understood that for her
service the matron would find the maid an advantageous marriage when the
time came.

When Mistress Rekah explained to Zeraph and I how things had been arranged
I filed it away in my mental note book, there was no reason we could not
have made a similar deal with someone here, we had just never thought to
work around the problem.  I think Zeraph was embarrassed to have been out
maneuvered, subtlety was supposed to be his specialty.

I tried to console him.  "Hey, I suppose there must be some reason why she
became First Lady of the Realm.  It can't have been all by luck and good
looks."

"I suppose so."  He was trying not to laugh at himself, I could tell.

The first bit of news Mistress Rekah had for us was that we had a bit more
time than we had thought.  It was her opinion that things were likely to be
five or six weeks yet, rather than the two or three we had been guessing
at.  That was a the same time relieving, that we wouldn't be wondering if
there was a problem when the baby hadn't arrived when we had erroneously
expected it, but at the same time it was twice as long to wait.

My Uncle Cihan blew through the city on his way East.  He was eager to
renew our acquaintance and I could tell he was reliving when he had taken
my cherry ass.  He covered his disappointment well when I made it clear to
him that I wasn't interested in a repeat performance.  He did seem to enjoy
Cami, when I sent her to his bedchamber after we had retired for the night.

"Damn, boy."  He shouted when we clasped arms at the gate of my house as he
prepared to head on.  He was always shouting, he seemed to have no other
volume.  "You've got a winner in that one."  He informed me.  "She took
everything I threw at her and was ready for more.  Nigh to wore me out, she
did."

"Cami is indeed a fortuitous find.  I have none other like her."

"Not even those sisters, the ones we shared back a while."  It never
occurred to him that discussing "sharing" a pair of sisters in public,
while surrounded by my guards, his escort and assorted servants might be a
bit... Oh, I don't know...crude.

Uncle Cihan had just carried on while I was thinking.  "Those ones with the
huge tits."  He held out his hands to demonstrate.  "Do you still have
them?"

"Of course I still have them, Kennedy and Kathleen were a gift from a
boorish lout that I seem to have some esteem and affection for.  I'd never
get rid of that token of affection..."  It was my turn to smile impishly,
"besides, they've got huge tits."  He roared with laughter and shook his
finger at me.  "Well, I'd better be off.  Remember me to them, if you
would.  They could probably use the memory of a good lay."  And with that
he trotted off into the morning breeze.

I sighed, Uncle Cihan was exhausting to be with.  He had such energy, he
was just such a big personality that it felt like you were always fighting
to keep your head above water.  It was exciting, just to be around him but
I almost always felt like I had been carried further than I intended to go.
Like the humour.  I had just been thinking of its inappropriateness and
then seconds later, there I was, right in the middle of it.

In the end, it wasn't me who mentioned Uncle Cihan to the K's.  Mistress
Rekah had been headed out to the market, gathering something or other.  She
had been in the courtyard as Uncle Cihan took his leave and later that day
remarked on his comments about them.  They looked long at each other and
then smirked.

I had forgotten all about it three weeks later when The K's asked me if
they could have an evening with them.  I had had them both at the same time
before, and they enjoyed each other too.  It wasn't unusual for one or the
other of the ladies to ask for a tumble with me.  A whole evening was
unusual though.  When I raised an eyebrow at them they both snickered.  I
had been trying to perfect the one eyebrow thing.  The Ladies thought it
was hilarious.

Kathleen supplied the answer.  "Master, from what was reported to us, the
only reason you keep us around is that your uncle gave us to you."  They
paused and Kennedy deadpanned with perfect comedic timing, "Oh, yeah, and
these."  She grabbed her boobs and shook them at me.  I had to laugh, and
then Kennedy added.  "We have been practicing something in secret, we want
to try to give you another reason to keep us around."

"Hmm, Maybe I'll have to schedule that in for...say Thursday Next week?  It
sounds interesting."

"I think you'll want to book that a bit earlier than that, Master."  They
both gave me smiles of people who have something truly nasty planned.

"Oh, well, you have persuaded me, I guess."  They broke into delighted
smiles and rushed into both hug me.  That basically surrounded me with warm
willing soft and smooth female flesh.  It made for a telling indication I
had made the right choice.  The K's weren't into rough sex as much as Cami
and Mia had better technique but they were both very willing and capable in
the bedroom department.

That night my council meeting went late and all I did was tumble into bed
when I got back.  The next day I had to go do a circuit of courts in the
minor towns.  I did them every three months, to handle things not immediate
enough to be brought to Huoerse.  They usually took a week or so and I had
caught some sort of bug by the time I got home.

I was lying in bed, feeling like crap, when Mirka brought me a request from
the K's that they be allowed to come and "comfort" me in my chambers.  It
wasn't impossible. Some men rarely enter the harem, preferring to have
their chosen ladies brought to him.  I just loved the atmosphere.  "Tell
them, Thanks, but I just wouldn't be able to enjoy them properly today."  I
turned over and went back to sleep.

So it turned out to be even later than the "Thursday, next week" I had
joked to them about by the time I got back to the harem at all.  Everyone
was very welcoming, a bit more low-key than some of the other times I had
gotten back from a trip.  But I could tell the pleasure was genuine.  I was
so happy to be feeling better.  Mistress Rekah had refused to allow me
anywhere near Zuri while I was at all sick, of course I wouldn't risk Zuri
or the baby.

       I could see that the sisters were jumping with anticipation, even
anxiety.  They were having to force themselves to decorum.  "That's a
little weird, I thought to myself.  I should talk to them."  That was of
course what they wanted.  Eventually I turned to them, hugged them both to
me and kissed their heads.

       "Did you miss me?"  I had been about to apologise for delaying their
plans but I stopped myself.  The master should never apologize in the
harem, it removes respect.

       "Yes. Master."  Kathleen affirmed, "We were pining without you."

       "That phallus isn't made of pine, Kath."  Kennedy smiled
maliciously.  "It's stone.  You meant to say that you've been stoned for
the past week."  She batted her eyes at me.  "Only `cause she's been
wanting her master in her, though."

       "Oh-ho," I chuckled, they seemed in a mood today, for sure.  This
promised to be interesting.  "Well, I suppose we should do something about
that."  I pronounced.  They led me to the furthest alcove.  When I got
there I saw bags of something.  They were smiling like it was their
birthday and they had been promised the biggest treats of all time.
Kennedy held up a piece of black silk.

       "Game One:" She announced.  "Who's that?"  She held up the cloth to
my eyes, blindfolding me.  Then, with lots of giggles and touches they
stripped me.  Turned me around several times and then stepped back.

       "Who's this?"  I felt something brush my back.  It felt like the
back of a hand.

       "Kennedy."  I responded instantly.  Kathleen laughed and Kennedy
groaned.  I received a deep, tongue probing kiss.

       "The rules are that if you guess right the other girl gets the kiss,
but if your wrong the one who touched you get the kiss."  I was beginning
to like this game, I thought.  The next touch was definitely a boob,
brushed across my left bicep.  It felt a bit too tall for Kennedy.

       "Who's that?"  Kennedy asked from right where the brush had been.

       "Kennedy, you stood on tip toes to get higher."  Kathleen laughed
again.

       "Damn, Master, you're good."

       "Damn right I am."

       The game went on for some time.  I spent most of it kneeling so they
could brush most parts of me with most of them.  I don't think they knew
before then that I could tell them apart by their voices.  Kennedy had a
higher pitch.  They were amazed at my abilities.  When they figured it out
they changed and started brushing, then moving and then asking.  I still
guessed right more than I failed.

       Then Kathleen said, "Kennedy, Game Two."  Like it had special
meaning.  Kennedy took me by the hand and helped me into the bed.  She sat
with her back to the wall and me with her breasts pressed into my back.  A
seated reverse spoon, if you will.  She had her legs wrapped around my
waist and was running her hands up and down my sides and chest.

       "Ready, Master?"  Kathleen said gloatingly.

       "I'm ready."

         Kennedy ran her hands as high up my neck as she could reach, then
suddenly tightened her grip as tight as she could.  Her legs pinned my legs
and her arms had mine splayed out to the sides and my head pulled down by
her hands.  The only thing that saved my life was that Kathleen had never
used a knife before.  She stabbed me in the chest but the blade slid along
a rib and struck my breastbone.

       Pain flared through me.  I didn't know what had happened.  I
reflexively tried to pull my arms down but Kennedy had them so that they
had no power.

       "Shit."  Kathleen screamed.  "It didn't go in."

       "Hit him again, idiot."  Kennedy grunted.  She was a big girl and
she had a surprising strength, when it was used in the right ways.  I
jerked, once, twice, but she held me firm.  Instead of pulling forward I
threw myself backward, straightening my body.  Kennedy couldn't hold me
like that.  I was too tall and the physics just didn't work.  I scrambled
away from her, pulling on my blindfold.  It was only then that I thought to
shout.

       "Murder!"  I shouted, "Treason!  They're trying to kill me."

       And that they were.  Kathleen stabbed at me again with that dagger.
It wasn't a long knife, a dining blade more than anything.  She cut me on
the arm.  I jerked back and Kennedy kicked me in the back with both feet.
It hurt more than the cut and worse, it propelled me nearer to Kathleen.  I
fell towards her and I saw the blade come up.  I actually watched as it
sank to the hilt in my thigh.  I felt it hit my bone.  I managed to turn my
fall into a punch that connected with Kathleen's cheek before I hit the
ground.  I heard yelling and confusion from the area beyond the alcove.

       "Let's go!"  Kennedy yelled.  They grabbed the bags I had seen
earlier and ran off.  I tried to go after them but my leg collapsed when I
tried to put weight on it.  I fell outside the alcove and saw the K's
pulling open the harem doors.  They attacked the eunuch on guard and were
about to escape when I saw Zuri, pregnant belly reaching far ahead of her,
take one's legs out from under her with a solid blow from her staff.  I
didn't see what else happened as Mia blocked my view, leaning over me.

       Nugget and Mia were helping me to the harem table as Mistress Rahel
had ordered as she ran for her bag when the harem doors flew open again.
Armed soldiers rushed in surrounding the Duke as he strode forward.

       "Your Majesty, It's treason!"  He announced.

       "I know."

       He stopped short at the sight of me.  "What happened?"

       "Two of my girls just tried to kill me."  His eyes rose almost into
his hair at that.  He looked around wildly, as if he expected to see hordes
of wild woman closing on him.

       "Which two?"

       "That's one."  I gestured at Kennedy who was being held securely by
my eunuch.  The other is her twin sister.  She escaped."  I pointed at the
open door.  The Duke pause, stopped, and shook himself, a man trying to
calm himself to think.

       "That makes sense."  He muttered.

       "Sense?"  I demanded.  "What makes sense?"

       The duke held up a hand to cut me off.  He ordered two of his
soldiers to get me to the table.  And another to fetch a doctor.  Mistress
Rahel looked relieved to hear that.  She was a solid and experienced
midwife but not a doctor to repair knife wounds.  When I was laid out on
the table she looked at the knife jammed hard into the bone and decided to
let the doctor handle that.  It wasn't bleeding much, although when the
knife was withdrawn it would bleed heavily.  She turned to check the other
wounds.

       While she did that, the Duke sat at the table.  Where I could see
him easily from my prone position.  He looked to be thinking hard.  The
world was swimming around me so I was in no position to demand answers.
After things had settled into regular up and down positions it was time for
questions, at least.

       "Your Grace, You spoke of treason?  I assume it wasn't this treason
you meant?"  I waved at my riven body.

       "No, Your Majesty, or at least this was only one part.  Although I
do think it was a large part, now that I've had time to think a bit."  He
could see that I wasn't following him and backed up.

       "Your Majesty, six days ago troops under the command of your Uncle
Cihan took the capital city and the palace.  There is no word of the King
but the reports I have are that the palace fell quickly, by treachery.  We
have to assume that the King is in the hands of the traitor."

       I felt like I had been stabbed again.  I heard the cries and
protests of my ladies as they had another shock to their calm and genteel
lives.  Father captured?  Or dead?  I suddenly felt chilled to the bone.
If father was dead, then that meant...  I suddenly heard what the Duke had
been calling me all along.  If the King was dead then the Heir becomes
the...

       I couldn't finish the thought.  It stuck in my mind's throat.  I
found myself craning my neck looking for...

       "Tanith?"  I called.

       "Yes, Master."  Came the instant surprised reply from the other side
of the table.  I looked over and saw her.  She was pale and breathing hard,
frightened and a bit panicky.

       "Do you remember when we had that talk about the Harem and what
happens when there is confusion about who is the Father?"  Her eyes grew
wide and her mouth fell open.  Her head began to shake in instant rejection
of what she knew had to be coming.

"Yes, Cihan is the son of a King, I am son of a King.  How can we decide
who gets to be King?"

She sobbed once explosively and threw herself onto my unwounded shoulder.

"Master, no.  Does it have to be?"  I stroked her hair sadly.  This was in
many ways a more painful initiation than the one I had given her before.
And it hurt me just as much as her to break this innocence too.

"Yes, my heart, its war."