Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2017 06:40:04 +0000
From: aimee fowler <docaimee@hotmail.com>
Subject: Once upon a harem chapter 4: Harem Games

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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 4 Harem Games


    It was the birds that woke me, or maybe the soft stroking of my cock.
Last night she had been enthusiastic and rough, attempting to mimic Mia, I
thought.  Today she was just interested.  The cherry-popping had happened,
it was past, along with the insecurities that came to any girl about that
event.  I closed my eyes to slits, just letting her do her thing.  My cock,
though, had its own ideas.  Within moments it was full, hard and straining.
Zuri leaned over to kiss it and I had to do something.  I wasn't subjecting
my most prized possession to that mouth until she'd had some lessons.


     As she licked up to the head I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her
down beside me.  I rolled over on top of her and kissed her, hard.  Then I
guided my cock to her tunnel and paused for just a second.  "When you tease
the bull, you get the horn."


     I resisted just plunging into her.  I was a bit slower than I would
usually be, and I paused for a moment, watching her face.  She winced a bit
at first but then settled back.  I started long and slow strokes.  Zuri had
a look of concentration on her face, looking down toward the action, like
she was peering at something in the distance.  Then after about eight or
ten strokes she sighed, lay back and relaxed.  "That is nice, Master, when
I relax." She wriggled a little bit and closed her eyes.


     Now I felt like I was being tested.  I kept up the slower pace,
resisting the urge to speed up, as much as I could.  There was no resisting
the rising pressure, the building tension in my balls.  I tried to slow
down again, but Zuri made little whimpering noises every time I did.  As we
grew closer I started thrusting hard, but not the whole body lunges I'd
done some other times.  Then I came, doing the twitchy spasmodic thrusts of
ejaculation.


     We lay together, panting and enjoying the feel of each other until we
heard a voice.


     "They mus be off then, I'suppose."  And another voice, "Better pack u'
all this shit, then, `e'll be wanting it back."


     I shouted through the tent wall.  "Yes, I will want my shit.  Now go
away until we come out."

There was a startled shout and a choked off curse.


     "Sorry, Your Lordship, meant no disrepec'"


     "Just clear off, the both of you."


     "Aye, My Lord."  Came the other voice.  I listened and then crawled to
the tent flap to see that they truly were gone.  I was pissed, my lazy
morning and post-coital bliss had both been stepped on.


     "We'd better get dressed, before we get trampled by sheep."


     "Sheep, My Master?"


     "The grass."  I ran my hand over the short blades.  They keep the
grass short by grazing the palace sheep here before they butcher them."  I
crawled out of the tent and stretched.  It was too beautiful and warm to
care about prying eyes.  If they wanted a look at my slowly detumescing
tool, I didn't care.  Zuri and I dressed, with lots of pinching and copped
feels.  I allowed her to don her panties but insisted she carry the rest of
her clothes in a bundle and walk back through the maze topless.  She
jiggled and swayed in such enticing movements that I could never get tired
of watching.


     At the edge of the maze she had to cover herself up and we walked
sedately back through the streets to our house.  As we got nearer Zuri
started twitching and jumping a bit.  It was comical to watch.


     "What's going on?"  I whispered


     "I leaked, I think.  Your cum ran down my leg and is drying.  It's
getting itchy."


     "Hmmm."  I pondered aloud with a wicked grin.  "It's such a beautiful
morning.  Why don't we walk around the block, just to enjoy the day?"  I
got a glare that faded into a rueful smile with a promise of payback.  We
walked around the block but then I had pity on her.  We went back to the
harem and I asked Elie, who was already naked in the pool, to scrub me.
She had no problems, even around my cock.  I was satiated already and I had
a full day of work ahead of me, so I was already thinking about that.  I
did perk up a bit as she rubbed all around my crotch, sudsing me up good
before scooping up water to sluice it off.  Her hands touched me but didn't
hold or stroke, just wash.  That was OK.  My plan seemed to be coming along
just fine.


     The next several months were a bit of a blur.  I judged cases and
advised the Duke as one of his council.  That was a bit daunting, as I was
the youngest by at least twenty years from any of the other councillors.
Yet I found that if I paid attention and did the work to think the issues
through I usually was able to come to some opinion on almost any topic,
even if it was only "I think Baron Dagnor had a good idea, Your Grace.  I
think his argument that..."  I was amazed that these older men listened to
my ideas and thoughts.  I knew much of that was attempting to build rapport
with the Heir so they'd have influence on the King when the time came.  But
that was OK too.  It was how things were done in the king business.


     Then I was called home for the annual meeting of the Grand Council of
the Kingdom.  The Duke and I travelled together so there was no chance I
could take one of my ladies with me.  I took Nugget instead of Mirka, which
caused a few days of pouting but Nugget was just better at dealing with
other people.  Maybe it was having balls or maybe it was just Mirka's
personality but Nugget had less difficulty get me the things I needed than
Mirka always seemed to.  Mirka often had to ask Zeraph for help in
acquiring even things like hot water.


     The Council meeting was interesting.  The King had advised me to spend
the meeting looking for the undercurrents.  "The actual issues are less
important at the moment than that you see what is happening under the
surface.  Watch for alliances and odd things that may turn out to be
important.  I had done as he had bid and as the week of meetings and
parties and formal balls played out I began to see what he meant. Listening
for liars in a court room had honed my ear. Zeraph was usually able to fill
me in on the information I needed to make sense of the things I was picking
up on.


     The most interesting person at the conference was the King's youngest
brother.  My uncle, Cihan was only about ten years older than me.  He was
tall, strong and handsome.  I could see how the eyes of the ladies turned
to him as he passed by.  He also made a point of seeking me out.  He was
loud, with big gestures and a booming laugh.  He was fun to be around.  He
had been visiting the nations around us for the last two years.  "We have
to know our neighbours, my boy."  He boomed.  "How can I advise My King
Brother if I don't understand what our enemies are thinking?"  It was
rumoured that he was wanting to be named Lord Chamberlain. The current
Chamberlain was old and failing and everyone thought Cihan wanted the post.


     On the fourth evening of the Council there was no ball or party and
everyone broke up into smaller groups for whatever sort of repast they
desired.  My uncle invited me to a private dinner in his chambers.  I liked
my uncle but his friends were...odd...  They seemed to always be asking me
leading questions that had me discussing the affairs of the Realm at
length.  They listened intently but I had the feeling they were listening
for something other than the topics they were talking about.  After the
repast the friends left and Cihan and I reclined on couches and drank fine
brandy and talked.  He did most of the talking, but I didn't mind.  He was
interesting and I had had enough wine with supper and brandy after to feel
just a bit floaty.


     "I have to introduce you two the new finds I made yesterday, in the
market."  He clapped his hands and one of his servants ducked out of the
room.  In a very few moments he returned with two girls.  They were twins,
both pretty, if not beautiful and they both had flaming red hair.  They
were dressed in sheer robes that left nothing to the imagination.  They had
the biggest boobs I had ever seen.  "Meet Kathleen and Kennedy."  Cihan
announced.  "Kennedy, why don't you go greet my nephew, Prince Mikal."


     It seemed like he had gotten their names mixed up as the girl closest
to him crossed in front of her sister to come to me.  She walked right up
to me and ran her hands over my chest, through my tunic.


     "Prince?"  She purred.  "Is it true what they say of Princes?"  I
hadn't a clue that "they" said about princes but it didn't matter, she had
continued right on.  "They say that a prince has the power to cause any
woman to come instantly and the stamina to go all night long.


     It was utter nonsense and flattery, but it was pleasant to hear.  What
could it harm to allow her to try, as long as I knew the truth?  I could
see from the corner of my eye that... Kethleen? Was it?  Had gone to Uncle
Cihan and the two were kissing deeply.  This was a bit weird.  I had never
had a woman when there was another man around.  But Kennedy had found my
cock through my pants and much of my mental ability flowed away with the
blood rushing to my tool.


     I had never thought about it but all of the girls I had chosen were
trim, tall or medium and with small to medium breasts.  Zuri was bigger
than medium but they were so high and firm that they didn't seem so
obvious.  Kennedy was maybe average height, maybe a bit under, for a woman.
And she was anything but trim.  She was not fat, but she did have curves in
places I hadn't imagined.  It took her moments to discard her robe and I
took those massive globes in my hands.  They were soft, very soft, and very
pleasant.  She pushed them into my face and I was almost smothered by
smooth titty.  She shook her shoulders in a turning motion and her boobs
beat on my face like soft fists.  Then she slid down me and unbuckled my
belt.


     How I got from there to fucking her doggie-style on the couch was
never quite clear to me after that.  My Uncle and I both drilled the two
sisters side my side.  They kissed each other as we pounded their pussies.
That turned me on, sisters!  Kissing!  I was so enthralled with the
situation before me I didn't notice the large hand on my ass, at first.


     My eyes popped open wide as I felt Cihan run his hand down my crack
and a finger slid over my puckered hole.  I clenched up tight on the finger
and Cihan laughed.  "Never did that before, hey?"  Then he slapped Kathleen
on her lush ass and commanded, "Kathy, get over here and clean up this
virgin asshole."  I wasn't sure what he meant but Kathleen knelt behind me.
I was still fucking away at Kennedy who was moaning like she was feeling
really good.  Kathleen spread my asscheeks and I felt her face pushing
against my ass.  Then something, it must have been her tongue, flicked out
and tickled my puckered starfish.  I jumped and if I hadn't been balls deep
in Kennedy I might have moved away.  But it was a pleasant, very strange
sensation.  I left her lick and thrust her tongue as deep as she could go
into my poop chute and concentrated on not coming instantly.  Kennedy
started rocking herself back and forth on my cock as my thrusts died off.
I lay on Kennedy's back as I had both ends sensitized.


     I had my eyes closed, shuddering with the sensations when I felt a new
one.  Something larger, harder pushed between my cheeks.  My eyes widened
as it began to push at my asshole.  I started to pull away but I heard
Uncle Cihan.  "Don't worry, boy, it's very nice. You'll love it."  I wasn't
at all convinced I wanted this but the drink, Kennedy thrusting herself on
my pole, Kathleen sitting on the floor and reaching up to play with my
swinging balls, I wasn't really thinking clearly.  The pushing grew and I
felt my mouth gape open as my sphincter spread and a cock entered my anus.


     "Damn, Boy, You're tight."  Uncle Cihan gasped.  He pushed in deeper,
filling me up like nothing I had ever felt.  This is what Mirka and Nugget
felt?  I could understand the fear of the pain, it hurt, no doubt.  But it
also felt good, I felt full and complete.  Uncle reached the end of his rod
and backed out.  He didn't pull out all the way and then back in.  Soon the
pain lessened, although it didn't ever completely fade away.  But the
feelings grew.  Uncle picked up the speed, thrusting into me as I thrust
into Kennedy.  He was pushing me into her now, his strokes becoming mine.


     I reached such a fever pitch of sensation that I actually saw white.
I exploded into Kennedy with a roar of ecstasy and pumped hot cum deep in
her.  Uncle Cihan had sped up as he felt my orgasm.  He pumped hard into me
a few times and then grunted hard and I felt the hot jizz spurting into me,
just like so many had told me.  He finished his nut with a few more
strokes, slowing and gentling as his own bliss settled in.  He pulled out
at last and the cool air striking my hole and the feel of release almost
set me off again.  It was certainly like no other sensation.


     Uncle Cihan flopped down on his couch.  "Damn, boy, you never take it
up the ass before?  You were so tight I thought you'd squeeze my dick off."
He laughed and the ladies laughed with him.  Kathleen was licking the cum
off my softening prick and Kennedy had rolled over and was playing with her
pussy, scooping up the oozing cum and licking it off her fingers.  I wasn't
sure how I felt.  It had been an amazing experience but I was starting to
see some of the difficulties tonight might cause.



     The rest of the Council went uneventfully.  I had a meeting with the
King the Duke and Zeraph where we discussed the Council and the
undercurrents.  The consensus was that something was happening, probably
another attempt to convince, goad or force my father into war with the
Trianeese.  Several generations ago the border lords had claimed several
small counties.  The Trianeese had taken them back in my grandfather's day
and those same border lords were pushing for a repeat.  Father had no
desire for a batch of small counties that had no significant resources, a
crop of surly independent Trianeese farmers and no particular strategic
location.


     They also discussed me.  I blushed as the Duke commended me to the
King for energy, diligence and a growing subtlety.  Apparently the Duke was
pleased with my performance and that pleased my Father.  There is no boy in
history who didn't want his father's approval.  My father was less
approving of my relationship with his brother.  "You will have to build
your own path with him."  My King said with reservation clear in his voice.
"He can be energetic and charismatic but, remember this," he held up a
finger for emphasis, "Cihan will try to manipulate you to get what he
wants.  He always has, ever since he was a boy."


       I could see his point.  My asshole had been sore the next morning,
and I had spent a bit of time thinking about the last night.  It was clear
that Cihan had orchestrated the whole night for the goal of my cherry ass.
The wine, the flattery, the girls... They had all been designed to bring me
to the place where he could take me, the way he had wanted to from the
beginning.  That was all true, but, I also remembered the feeling.  He may
have schemed to get what he had wanted, but I got something too.


     I think some of my thoughts must have shown on my face because my King
frowned, just a bit.  "If you can find a path to work with him, my
blessings.  But remember, until you have a legitimate child of your own, or
some of my other sons reach manhood, he is the second heir.  And who is the
greatest threat to the heir?"  This lesson had been drummed into me since
childhood.


     "The second and third heir."  I responded almost instantly.  That was
a spin I hadn't seen before.  It seemed wrong, to be suspicious of my
Uncle, simply because he was my father' next brother.


     The trip home was slow, very slow.  The Duke had purchased a large
order of farm equipment to help his people be more productive.  It was a
generous gift but, lord, did the caravan move slow.  Oxen were powerful but
so ponderous that I wasn't sure they were worth the trouble.  I chafed and
fretted the entire way home.


       When I got back to my chambers I found both Kennedy and Kathleen
waiting for me.  Mirka, looking very apprehensive, like he wasn't sure if
he had done something wrong handed me a note.  "I loved getting to know
you, nephew.  Take these girls as a gift.  I hope to have many more chances
to build a working relationship in the next few years. Cihan."


     I wasn't sure how I felt about this.  They were hot and willing cunts,
that was for sure, but they were basically just whores.  I had seen them
following Cihan out of the castle as he left on his own business.  They
hadn't even been wearing veils.  Some men used their harem as a personal
brothel.  They would share their women and not care a fig if someone saw
their naked faces.  I had built my harem carefully, and worked hard to
create a specific atmosphere.  Would sending these change that?  But what
else could I do with them if I didn't put them in the harem?


     In the end I decided that the purpose of a harem was to store women.
I crossed to the harem door but Mirka stopped me.  "Master, the ladies have
requested that you have a bath here, before you enter the harem."  He had
that uncertain look on his face again.  What could they be thinking?  It
wasn't the place of a harem to ask any such thing of their lord.  I started
to tell Mirka that I would do no such thing, but then I saw the slightest
smile, hidden under the worry.  What could they be planning?  But if they
were planning something, and it involved me and bathed, it was probably
something I would enjoy.  "Come, slaves."  I ordered the sisters and headed
to the bathing room.



     The K's had tried to entice me into taking them in the bath, but if I
was right about what the girls had in mind I didn't want to arrive soft and
spent.  They did manage to arrange for a massive hard-on though, as I
approached the harem door for the second time.  I was dressed only in a
robe that fell open in the front to reveal all my glory.


     When Mirka opened the door and I passed through I heard a chorus of
"Welcome Home, Master." and "We missed you." and "We were lonely."  All of
my ladies were lined up in a row, naked, kneeling on their heels with their
backs up straight and breasts all at attention.  It was a stunning sight.
Black skinned Zuri, brown-haired Mia, and tiny blonde Elie.  Even black
haired, dark complexioned Fuckbitch was kneeling along with them.  They
were all surprised to see two red-headed faces peaking around me at what
had caused me to stop in surprise.


     "Ladies, I've missed you too."  I welcomed them heartily.  "Let me
introduce Kennedy and Kathleen, they were a gift from my Uncle."  Turning
to the newest additions.  "K&K, meet the rest of my harem."


       Kennedy, I think, looked over the receiving line and grinned.  "This
looks like fun!" She announced.  "Master, may we join them?"  At my nod
they hurried to the far end of the line.


       Zuri reached for my member.  I was a bit apprehensive as she took it
in her mouth, but she kept her teeth clear.  After a very few strokes Mia
pulled me off of her.  A quick lick and balls-to-chin deep throat and she
passed me on.  Elie looked at the hard cock a bit warily, but she took it
in both hands and popped it into her mouth.  I barely fit and she didn't
really do anything with it.  She did stroke the shaft with both hands
though.


     Mia moved the procession on and I watched fuckbitch closely.  She just
took my cock, no emotion on her face at all.  Stroked it twice and sucked
it into her mouth.  She pumped her head a few times and then passed me on.
One of the K's was ready, stripped out of her robes and she pulled me in
deep and enthusiastically sucked and pumped.  This was so fucking hot!  The
other sister pulled me away and began her own assault on my cock.


     Mia and Zuri, who appeared to have been the organizers of this
surprise orgy stood, and guided everyone to the long sturdy dining table.
They told the K's to lay on the table, legs linked and pussies on display
and quickly joined them.


     "The rules," Mia informed me, as if an orgy has rules, "Are thrust in,
two pumps, and then move on to the next girl."  The one you come in gets
you to herself for the night, Master, if you agree."  That sounded great to
me!


     Elie hadn't joined the line on the table but she threw a handful of
small stones.  After a quick conference with Mia on her way to the table
Elie had added two more stones to the mix.  I had to step back, just to
admire the view.  Five pussies, spread out on the table before me.  Legs
spread, hooking with the girl next to her for stability.  I was surreal,
and damn, it made me horny, I almost came right then and there.


     Elie threw the stones.  "Fuckbitch."  She called.  I stepped up and
pushed into her.  There wasn't much in the way of encouragement but there
also was no defiance.  I stroked twice and stepped back.  "Zuri."  I slid
my cock into her pinkness.  She grabbed me, pulled me close and kissed me
as I thrust slowly in, I didn't want to stop.  Elie called me back, "Mia."
I stepped next door and had to aim carefully.  Mia was twisting her pussy
around in a circle so I had to chase it to line up.  I lunged forward,
speared her full length.  She gasped and so did I.  "Zuri" I switched
places again.  "Number 5" Elie called, not sure of the names.  I darted to
the end and I wasn't sure either.  I slammed into whoever she was without
pause.


     I ran back and forth, fucking each of them just enough to make it hard
to stop.  It became more and more difficult to pull myself away.  Mia and
the K's were rubbing on their clits like they were trying to rub them off.
Zuri wasn't as frenzied but she was stroking her slit slowly up and down,
finger sliding deep in her box and then dragging the juice back out to her
clit.  I think I even detected a bit of motion when I pulled out of
Fuckbitch.  Could she be wanting more?


     I was so hot and primed I was not seeing straight.  I had stopped
running back and forth.  Now I was just moving down the line.  Elie was
holding my cock, guiding it in at every stop.  I didn't remember moving
from girl to girl most of the time.  Elie usually had to pull me away in
order to move on.  I was in such a haze of testosterone and endorphins that
my orgasm surprised me.  I suddenly rammed home with everything I had,
ignoring Elie's attempt to move me on.  I slammed full length again and
again.  My eyes were closed, my head was thrown back.  I bellowed in
triumph as I blasted cum so hard I'm surprised it didn't push the girl off
of me.


     I flopped down, lying full out on the girl's torso.  I usually tried
to not put my whole weight on her but I was too spent.  I lay bent forward,
cock impaled into her tunnel and stretched out full on her chest.  My head
rested on a large soft tit.  That opened my eyes.  I saw Kathleen grinning
at me from her place under the pile.  Someone pulled me off of her, guided
me to a pile of cushions on the carpeted section and lowered me to the
floor.  I was surrounded my gorgeous naked woman flesh and I was spent.
Kathleen nuzzled my neck on the right side and Mia claimed the left,
cuddling in as close as she could make herself fit, like she wanted to
climb right inside.  I felt my head lifted and a soft thigh inserted under
me as a pillow.  A dark skinned hand caressed my face and red haired vision
used a cloth to wipe the cum off my dick.  I fell asleep in the pile of
woman flesh.



     It was several weeks later, I was laying in the pool.  I had fallen
from my horse the day before and I was sore in every muscle.  I was
watching the life happening around me in my harem.  Kennedy floated by in
one of those gauzy filmy things that were almost a harem uniform.  She had
a breast band on and it was clearly visible through the sheer fabric.  I
had pouted when I saw her wearing it, but she had pointed out that without
a bra she would sway.  I pointed out that swaying was very pleasant to
watch.  She added that when a lady was a big as she was on top they swung
around like a bag of apples.  I had laughed at her choice of simile but
understood, yes, if she walked slowly everything was fine but as she
lengthened her stride they indeed started swaying.  So, somewhat against my
better judgement, I had allowed them their bras, but I had insisted that
they be sexy bras at least.


     Zuri had claimed a touch of flu and was resting, Kennedy looked to be
taking her some water.  Elie was at the table being coached in reading by
Kathleen, of all people.  When I had expressed a desire for my ladies to
have some education I had expected to be resisted.  I certainly hadn't
enjoyed the hours under my tutor's power.  But the ladies had claimed that
when I wasn't here life was often boring, and so I had set them to learning
to read.  I had been surprised when the twins were already quite capable,
which had been a relief.  I had expected I would have to do the teaching
and that sounded like work.  I wasn't keen on working in my harem.  This
was where I was supposed to go to stop work.


     Mirka had also spent quite a bit of time working with the ladies,
especially on mathematics.  Mia was hopeless at math, her forehead
crunching into fetching concentration lines before coming up with some
answer that was usually nearly the opposite of correct.  I had Mirka teach
them some of the history he had absorbed with me during my classes.  Mia
was sewing something, I couldn't see exactly what.  She had a habit of
biting her tongue when she was concentrating, just the tip poking out of
her lips, held tight by teeth.



     I looked around but couldn't see Fuckbitch.  She mostly stayed out of
sight, hiding in her cubicle for the most part.  "Fuckbitch," I called,
"Fuckbitch, come here."  She came right enough, out of her cubicle as I had
thought, carrying one of the scrolls I had bought for them.  I was glad to
see that she was taking the lessons to heart.  She stood at the entrance
and looked around.  I waved to get her attention.  She lay the scroll back
in her area and came to me, her face impassive.  I stood up and gestured to
the pile of towels.  "Dry, me, please."  She diverted to the towels,
grabbed several and lay one out at my feet.  I stepped out of the bath and
she towelled me off vigorously.  That was one place I had put my foot down.
Laying a towel over my shoulder and patting it was not drying me off.
There had to be motion on the towel, fast, with pressure.  I hated getting
dressed after a bath and still feeling clammy.


     Like most of the girls she stood on the rim of the bath pool and
started at the top.  I held up each arm so she could carefully get at the
armpits.  Then she worked her way down my torso, walking around me as she
rubbed, changing towels.  I put one foot up for her to dry my legs and
carefully worked her way right down to the toes.  When she had finished the
other leg I sat down and spread my legs wide for her to work on my crotch.
Without any sign of hesitation or reluctance she knelt between my legs and
towelled my off.  She was firm enough to dry my junk but not enough to be
uncomfortable.  I noticed that I was responding to the attention.  When she
had finished I stood up, not full on hard-on yet but with possibilities.



     She looked at my cock and then up at my face.  I couldn't read any
emotion at all on her face.  She didn't offer to take care of it like any
of the other girls would have, but she also didn't look away.  I took her
by the arm and led her back to her alcove.  I could tell that the rest of
the room had noticed that something unusual was happening.


       I nodded, unspeaking, at her clothes and she shrugged out of them
without any commotion.  I looked carefully at her.  I had celebrated my
birthday recently, so it had been just over a year since I had first met
her.  She had developed quite a bit in that time.  Her breasts were more
than buds, they were fine examples of the organ.  They weren't as firm as
Zuri or as flamboyantly large as the K's but they were nice.  Flatter,
rounder than Mia's, I think the girls would say she had a smaller bust line
but bigger cups.


     Her hips had flared as well.  When we had wrestled before my father
and the council she had had boy hips, now there was a definite womanly
shape to her hips.  Her patch of hair had thickened as well.  I looked her
in the eye and bent to suckle a nipple.  Her face didn't respond at first
but her nipple did, it hardened and thickened, standing up for more
attention.  I passed on to the other one and it also woke under my care.
Then I stood up, lay her back on the bed and spread her legs.  There was a
very slight resistance to that but she moved them aside and allowed me to
gaze full upon her.


     Still with no words I knelt on the bed between her knees.  I looked
her in the eye again and guided my cock to her pussy.  She was breathing a
bit hard, I'm not sure if from passion or trying to not rebel, but I didn't
care.  It did very nice things to her titties, shifting and swaying.  I had
to break eye contact to guide myself into her.  I slid in, slowly, and
pushed all the way in deep.  She wasn't by any means wet and ready but
there was no struggle.  Her mouth opened a bit as she took my cock deep
inside her body.  I pulled almost all the way out and then back in again.


     I took her feet in my hands and lifted them, pushing her legs up and
over her body. That angled her pussy for perfect fucking.  I leaned forward
over her, legs trapped by my arms and thrust.  She bucked a bit, we had
gone quite a bit deeper that time.  I pushed again, and again.  I began to
lose interest in the mind games as the sex started to build.  I thrust into
her, building speed and building to a climax when I rolled over suddenly,
taking Fuckbitch with me.  I rolled her up on top of me and lay back.  I
was going to make her do the work this time.


     She paused, a bit unsure of where to go from here.  She began to move
back and forth, the way she had seen the others doing.  After a bit she
yelled across the room.  "Mia!"  I was startled.  Where was she going with
this?  I wasn't going to let her trade me off, this was a test.  Mia
trotted over, knowing I was in the alcove.  She stepped into the small
area.  "Yes, does the Master desire me?"  Fuckbitch was rocking back and
forth on me but she gestured to us.  "How do I do this?  I don't know what
I am doing."  Mia looked from my face to Fuckbitch's and then she flashed a
quick grin.  She crawled up on the bed beside us.


     "Move in a circle more."  She guided Fuckbitch in the motion.  "And
flex your belly in and out to pivot your pussy back and forth on the cock."
She gave advice and encouragement as Fuckbitch attempted to get a man off
for the first time in her life.  Mia absently stroked my chest as we both
watched the performance.  It wasn't long at all before things were going
well indeed.  I was not usually a "lady on top" man, I liked the feeling of
controlling her too much for that.  This time, however it was quite
pleasant, quite a pleasant indeed.  She must have been enjoying it too
because I saw her run a hand up her body and into her hair.  She grasped
and kneaded her boob as she rocked and swayed on my rod.  "This is pole
dancing."  I thought to myself.  As the motion improved I thought less and
less of anything but the rising cum in my nuts.  I started thrusting up
into her.  She gasped, I think with pleasure, and I kept rising to meet
her.


     I could thrust faster from here, it seemed.  I reached a frenzy of
fucking and spewed my seed deep inside her.  I rolled her to her side and
kissed her forehead.  "Not bad, not bad at all."  I whispered.  I received
a tremulous smile in return.



     Two days later I was finishing up a case and preparing for a meeting
with the council that evening.  Nugget entered my office and handed me a
note.  He had a strange look on his face and stood waiting instead of
returning to his duties.  I opened the folded parchment.  "Master, there is
something happening in the Harem that you might desire to know about.  It
need not take much of your time."  It was signed simply, "Mia."


       I looked up at Nugget, "Do you know what this is about?"


       "No, Master."  He responded.  "Mirka was in the harem teaching as
usual and he came out and handed me this note, folded as you saw, and told
me to take it to you.  I knew something unusual was happening but not what.


       "Run and get my council robes ready, I may not have much time for
dressing after," I held up the parchment, "this."


       "Yes, My Master."


       When I entered the Harem all of the girls were gathered around the
alcove Zuri used.  I hurried over, worried she had taken seriously sick.
She was sitting up and didn't look sick.  In fact, she was smiling and the
others had smiles too.  When she saw me her face got the weirdest look I
had ever seen: joy, uncertainty, pride, and a touch of glee.  Something
about it made me pause for just a moment.


       "How, are you, Zuri? Are you well?"  She smiled even wider, her
teeth gleaming.


       "Oh, yes, I am very healthy."  She assured me, but then she confused
me even more.  "But you may indeed have to summon a doctor."


       "A doctor?"  It wasn't the most erudite thing I could have responded
with but it was all I had.  All of the girls tittered.  I had obviously
missed something.


       "I think, in the King's harem, they have women who are trained for
this sort of thing, but here..."  She gestured around the mostly empty
compartment.  I was bewildered.  What on earth could she be talking about?


       "Zuri..."  I began, trying to stay calm.  For the first time in our
relationship she interrupted me.  It shocked me, so much that I missed the
import of what she said.


       "I seem to be expecting, My Master."


       "Wait, did you just..."  I remonstrated... "What?"  I interrupted
myself, just hearing her at last.  "Expecting what?"  All of the girls
laugh out loud at my state.


       "Stop laughing!" I commanded.  That set them to even more riotous
gaiety.  "Wait, Wait!"  I tried to think.  Something important was
happening, had just said and I had missed it.  I was starting to get angry.
This was unseemly...  Zuri rescued me, and them from my confusion.  She
came to me, put her hands to my face and kissed me.  Then she smiled that
smile again and simply laid it out.


       "Master, I am with child.  I'm going to have your baby."  I was
stunned, I stepped backward, tripped over something and found myself flat
on my butt on the floor and shaking my head like I had just taken a blow.
A baby?  My baby?




       The weeks and months passed quickly.  Most of my work was
interesting to do but boring to talk about, grain disputes, a marriage
annulment because the girl was found to be pregnant, and that sort of
thing.  There was only one case that affected my harem life.  A man came
before my bench.  He had been caught attempting to smuggle proscribed magic
charms into the city.  The man was guilty, there was no doubt of that.  He
had been caught with the charms in his possession, and there were many,
many more than a man would use for himself.


       The conviction carried with it a very substantial fine.  I could see
from the man's face as I pronounced sentence that he didn't believe he had
enough to cover it.  That had indeed turned out to be true as no sooner had
I released him to the bailiff to collect the fine than several creditors
made a point of searching me out to demand payment of their debts as well.
The man was ruined, debtors prison was his fate.


       It had truly been his wife's fault, as the story came out.  She had
always wanted to impress her neighbours with the quality of their house,
their furnishings and their entertaining.  She had pushed for more and more
coin for more and more lavish parties, so she could pretend to be higher
rank than she had, but desired to be.  She felt that her father had married
her down in social standing and determined to maintain the life she had
felt she deserved.  When her extravagance exhausted her husband's lucrative
wool and yarn wholesale business she had arranged for a secret loan on her
husband's property with a business man who could best be described as a
loan shark.


       When the promised repayment date had come and gone, said businessman
had visited the merchant and expressed his displeasure with the tardiness.
As his black eyes and split lip healed he had hatched a plan to sell the
charms to get this shark off his tail.  Unfortunately, he had been no wiser
in his choice of smuggling options than in his wife choosing ones and he
was promptly caught.  I had sympathy for the man but only a little.  He had
chosen the option of not restraining his woman and that had limited my
options.  I had ordered his business seized, his properties sold and he and
his family sold into slavery to pay his debts.  It was better than prison,
I thought, at least he could do something valuable for someone as a slave.
I had sighed, and moved on to the next case.


       The next day the bailiff had ushered three people into my office.
One was a woman dressed in a fine gown with veil, like she was about to go
to a party.  The next was a girl about my age, maybe sixteen, also veiled
but wearing a much more practical dress.  The third was a little girl maybe
five years old.  The little girl looked around with interest, examining the
furnishings and the bright carpet.  The teen was watching me cautiously,
like I was a dangerous canine and she was unsure if I was a wolf or a big
dog.  The woman had her nose in the air and curtsied with a flourish that
would have done the court in the capital proud... if the court wouldn't
have considered it a caricature of the movement.  A curtsey was a gesture
of modesty and respect, this was a statement of rank and hauteur, and not
well done for all that.


       "Bailiff?"  I asked, confused, "Who are these?"  I rose to my feet
out of ingrained respect for a noble woman but I was far from sure of what
was happening here.


       "Your Honor," the bailiff responded with a bow, "These are the women
of Askew the Wool Merchant, whose family you ordered sold for debts."  I
blinked several times, not much enlightened.  The woman's nose rose higher,
but the teen lowered her head as if in shame.


       "And why are they here?"


       "Your Honor," now it was the bailiff who seemed confused.  "Is it
not policy that when a man's women folk are to be sold for debts that the
judge buy the women so they will not be shamed by becoming property of a
creditor?"  I fell back into my chair in understanding.  Yes, the thinking
was that when a man failed in his debts his creditors would be angry with
him.  The women of the family had not done anything to anger the creditors
yet might be punished for their father or husband's misdeeds.  I had
remarked at the time that being sold into slavery did seem to be a
punishment of its own, but the thinking was that the judge would buy the
women for market price, then sell them on his own, to recoup the cost.
That way the women would not come under the power of their family enemies.


       I leaned back and studied the trio.  The little girl seemed bored,
not understanding what was happening.  The older girl knew though, she and
I looked into each other's eyes and there was a connection, an instant
understanding that I had never had with anyone else.  This was a smart,
smart girl, maybe too smart for her own good.  Many people had remarked
that anything that distracted a woman from her duties on her back was an
undesirable trait.  This was not a woman who would be content with harem
life, I was sure.


       The mother was a very different case though.  She had no remorse or
regret in her carriage.  She also didn't understand that her situation had
changed.  She simpered at me, like we were at a ball and she was a
prospective mate, not a mother, slave, bitch and deluded.  I immediately
tuned out what she was saying.  It was garbage like, "I knew that when we
would be taken to you, you would help us through this temporary
embarrassment."  And stuff like that.  The woman was insane.


       I looked over at the daughter again.  Our eyes met again and we
again connected instantly.  It wasn't just a lustful thing, although there
seemed to be room for a whole lot of that.  I flicked an eyebrow in the
direction of her mother.  The woman was still prattling on, and pissing me
off more and more all the time.  The girl rolled her eyes just a bit and
then her brows lowered with real anger and contempt.  This one would not
cry any tears for her mother.  I nodded at the little one.  The look I got
back was instantly hostile, defensive.  I nodded, just a bit.  I think the
mother took that as encouragement.  I had just made a deal though.  The
girl wouldn't care what I did to the mother but cared about her little
sister.  That was good.  If she hadn't had that compassion I would have
been worried about a sociopath.


       I held up a hand, finally stopping the never-ending flow of inanity.
"Baliff!"  I called through the door.


       "Yes, Your Honor?"


       "Take these to my harem.  Tell the Eunuchs that they are to be kept
apart from the others until I arrive."


       "Yes, Your Honor."  I held up a hand to halt his chivvying them out
the door.


       "What's your name, girl?"


       "Cami," was all I heard from down the hall.




       It took me several hours before I could finish my duties for the day
and retire to the harem.  Today I had Nugget bathe me in my rooms.  I
usually bathed in the harem but today I didn't want anything extraneous to
mess up my timing.  I was wearing my traditional robe tied at the front and
slippers to keep off the chill of the cold flagstones.  I rarely wore
anything else in the harem, in fact I usually lost the robe soon after
entering and rarely put it back on until I left.


       When I entered I saw that Cami was talking in low tones with Zuri.
The mother was sitting and haughtily ignoring the others.  The little
sister was holding onto Cami's hand and sucking on her thumb, watching all
the strange women uncertainly.  The rest of my ladies were all carefully
doing something else but all of them were strategically placed so as to be
able to see everything that happened.  Mirka was teaching Elie and Mia,
probably math from Mia's creased forehead and stressed air.


       I went directly over to the new family and the mother stood up,
threw me another of those ridiculous curtsies and began again.


       "Your Majesty," She informed me, turning my rank into an accusation.
There has been some dreadful mistake.  These," she waved her hand at my
ladies, "are nothing but harem sluts, we certainly do not belong in a place
like this."  I heard a furious whisper begin behind me, she had certainly
not won any friends with that opening gambit.  I held up one finger to stop
her but she just ploughed right over me.  "I know that you could not have
been intendin..."  This time I interrupted her.  I could tell by the quiet
behind me that everyone, everyone else, at least, had caught the fact that
she had just totally ignored me, in my own harem.


       "Please, My Lady."  I managed to bring her to a stop finally.  "Give
me a moment, and then we shall indeed see your situation settled
appropriately.


       "I should think so."  She huffed.  "This is not the sort of
treatment a lady expects from a gentleman."  There was a definite intake of
breath and a hushed intense silence that fell over the place.  I ignored
her and knelt down to near the height of the little sister.


       "And what is your name, little one?"  I asked pleasantly.  She
stared at me for a long moment and then answered.


       "I'm Rahel," she pronounced, "and I'm six."  She held up one hand
and the wet thumb.


       "Six, that's great."  I answered.  I looked back over my shoulder,
"Elie?"  I heard Mia whispering and then Elie ran up to me.  "Yes, Master?"
She stood straight and tall, as tall as a short ten year old could, at
least.  She was wearing her hair up in two pig tails and they bounced when
she moved.  I looked at Rahel.



       "Rahel, do you like grapes?"  Her eyes grew a bit big.  She had been
born into a well-to-do family but grapes were not grown near here, and so
were ruinously expensive.  It was doubtful she would have ever had them
more than once or twice in her life.


       "Grapes?"  She asked a bit doubtfully, confirming my suspicion.


       "Elie, do you like grapes?"


       "Yes, Master.  Grapes are wonderful, sweet and juicy."


       "Rahel, do you want to try grapes?"  She nodded her head
emphatically.


       "Elie, why don't you take Rahel and find her some grapes."  I looked
back at Rahel, "Will you go with Elie?"  Elie stretched out her hand and
took Rahel's.


       "Hi, Rahel, I'm Elie, Let's go get grapes."  She led the littler one
off.  I glanced up at Zuri as I stood.


       "Keep her in the other room until this is over, please.  She doesn't
need to see this."  Zuri nodded and headed off after the girls.  Her
pregnancy was well noticeable by now and was slowing her down a bit, which
was annoying her.  She was also greatly annoyed at the regular sickness
that overtook her, she also didn't need to be here right now.


       I had spoken too quietly for the mother to hear but Cami was much
closer.  Her eyes had widened just a bit.  I raised an eyebrow at her in
question.  She thought for an instant and then a satisfied smile leaked
out, just a bit.  I turned to the room at large.  "Ladies, gather around."
I turned back to the new pair and gestured for Cami to join her mother.
When the ladies were assembled, Mia looked like she was at a funeral, the
K's were holding each other and looking excited and Fuckbitch looked just a
little frightened.


       I began with a pleasantry.  "Madam, of your courtesy, could you make
yourself known to these good women?"  She looked a bit taken aback, she was
encouraged by the social nicety but it was a form that would have been used
to introduce equals and she thought herself above these.  Yet I was a
Prince and that had to elevate his harem slaves in the rankings.  In the
end she gave them an abbreviated version of the same curtsy she gave me.


       "I am Helema, Wife of Master Trader Wes Til..."  She never got
further because I backhanded her across the face.  She reeled back but Cami
caught her and kept her from falling.  There were cries of surprise and
alarm from behind me but I ignored them


       "No!"  I shouted.  I grabbed her by the collar of her gown and
yanked her to me so hard I heard the fabric tear.  I pulled her up to me,
ripped her veil off and spat full in her face.  She had had her mouth open
to protest or cry, I didn't care which and my spittle flew directly into
her mouth.  She recoiled like I had hit her again, so I did.  I slapped
her, backhand and then forehand.  It was awkward slapping her across my arm
so I punched her in the gut for good measure.  She doubled forward in pain
and I allowed her to fall to the floor.  I glanced quickly at Cami and saw
both concern and justice in her face.  That was good enough for now.


       I put one slippered foot on her heaving back and rammed her into the
stones.  I felt the breath go out of her but didn't let up.  I reached down
and grabbed a handful of the back of her gown, pulling it up to her chin on
the other side.  I yanked and the fabric dug into her throat, choking her.
I tugged harder, bending her back up painfully against my foot still firmly
planted on the small of her back.  The fabric tore before either her back
or throat did, ripping away in a long double tear revealing her under
garments.  I yanked on one arm until it tore away and then the other.  I
pulled that stupid garment right off of her and then I kicked her in the
ribs.  She gasped and I felt at least one rib break.  Part of me recoiled
at what I was doing, but she deserved this much for the insults to my name
alone.  It would not be justice to stop now.


       I grabbed her by the hair, pulled her to her knees.  She was crying
and holding her side with her arm.  I yanked her underclothes down around
her waist.  She had large breasts, they were a bit soft and sagged a little
but they must have been very nice in her prime.  They would still have been
quite satisfactory if I had not been surrounded by carefully chosen
goddesses.  I grabbed one, twisting and lifting painfully.  She gasped and
cried out.  I slapped the tight, exposed nipple, hard.  She cried again.
Then I did the same to the other one, pinching and twisting it until she
cried again.  I had lifted her to her feet by this time and her shift fell
off her hips leaving her completely exposed.


       Her hips were wider than even the K's, and there was some belly
hanging over the crop of dark hair.  I took a handful and pulled roughly,
bringing another scream and shout of pain.  I took her by the chin, pulled
her face up inches in front of mine and looked into her eyes.  There was
pain, and horror and confusion, but there was still a taint of outrage.
She still did not think she deserved this.  I looked her right in the eye
and kneed her cruelly right in the cunt.  She gasped with pain and fell to
her knees, hands going to her crotch.


       I circled around behind her, reached between her buttocks and
grabbed her hands.  She tried to pull them away but I yanked, hard.  She
rose up, lift on her crotch balanced on her crossed wrists but then fell
forward.  There was nothing she could do to stop the fall and she impacted
face first on the stones, blood spraying from a brutally crushed nose.  I
let one hand go and opened my robe.


       My cock sprang out, ready and willing.  Still holding her almost
upside down with my left hand I lined my cock up on her asshole.  I punched
into her chute with all the force I could throw at her.  In one savage
motion I smashed her apart and impacted balls deep.  I pulled all the way
out, lowered her to her knees but didn't allow her to fall all the way to
the ground.  She was holding her face with both hands as I smashed into her
again.  I felt tearing from her torn sphincter, and blood and shit coated
my cock.  She pissed herself unknowing and I felt the hot spray over my
balls.  I anally raped her several more times and then I slammed the slimy
rod into her cunt, gave that a few slams and then pulled out again.  I
flipped her upright, saw that I had left several teeth behind on the floor
and rammed my shit and blood smeared cock into her mouth.


       I skull fucked her, driving into her throat whether she had ever
been able to open it before or not, pounding hard and fast.  I stopped
suddenly, one hand holding her up by her hair.  The other plugged her nose
and my cock was deep in her throat.  I let her realize through the haze of
pain that she couldn't breathe.  Then I held it through the struggles, the
pulling away and the trying to push with her hands.  I held her until her
struggles began to weaken and she was nearly gone.  When she was convinced
that she was going to die with a cock in her mouth I pulled out of her
throat and slapped her face to startle her into trying to breathe again.
She drew in a great gasp of air, stopped and bent forward to puke.  I
grabbed her by the hair and dragged her puking and coughing to the privy.
I threw her into the trough where the ladies squatted and knelt over her.
Finally I had something to say.


       "You are not better than these.  These are women of the Prince.  You
are a selfish bitch.  Your husband and son are slaves because of you.  And
your daughters are mine, mine to do whatever I want with, all because of
you.  You are not a lady, never were.  You are nothing, and nothing you
will always be.  I name you Shitslut.  I bounced her head off the tile of
the trough and stood up to survey the others.  Cami was pale, but she was
still watching.  Mia had turned away, holding her hands to her mouth.  She
looked like she was trying to not vomit herself.


       Kennedy and Kathleen were looking at me like they had never seen me
before.  There was a whole new level of consideration in their matching
blue eyes.  That was good, they needed to know that there were lines I
would not be pushed across.  Fuckbitch was the most interesting though.
She was looking at Shitslut with a mix of compassion and contempt.
Fuckbitch had just been angry that she had been raped in front of a batch
of old men.  This woman had truly fucked up the lives of many people.  She
had a thoughtful look in her face as she returned her gaze to me.  She had
truly just gotten past our first meeting, I thought.


       "Mia," I drew her attention.  "All of you."  I addressed them
together.  "She is Shitslut.  Now and always."  I looked at Cami, "For you
too."  She nodded, "And for Rahel."  That one would take a little longer.
"No one is to help her, clean her or give her any medical attention.  You
can set some towels out at the door to the privy, that's the limit.  Until
I say differently she is not allowed out of the privy, she is not allowed
any sort of clothing and she receives no food, you can give her water."


       I walked back to the sobbing broken woman in the trough.  She gave a
cry of fear when I touched her hair.  I lifted her face to look at me.  She
eyes were already swelling shut but I could see that she saw me.  "You
treated others like shit, and now you are shit, you eat shit.  Until I say
differently, you get no food, you can eat the shit of the women you
insulted, that's all you get."  Her swollen lips and broken teeth, to say
nothing of the broken nose still bleeding freely made her words completely
unintelligible.  She grabbed my hands weakly, pleading for mercy, but there
was little mercy in me at the moment.  I reached out and grabbed her
smashed nose and roughly straightened it.  That was the limit of my mercy.


       I walked back to the others.  "I meant it.  No food until I say
otherwise."  I glared at them and everyone cringed a bit.  "I mean it.
When you shit, it's on her.  When you piss, it's on her.  She does not
taste food again until she learns to eat shit."  I walked out of the privy.
"Mia."


       "Yes, Master."  Came the instant, frightened reply.


       "Towels and water to the privy door, if you please."


       "Yes, Master."  She ran off at full speed to obey.  I gestured at
Kennedy and Kathleen.


       "I need a bath, and a fuck, come to the pool with me."


       "Yes, Master."  They echoed in unison.  We walked off towards the
pool but I paused and looked back.


       "Fuckbitch?"  I called.


       "Yes, Master?"  She ran lightly to me with no hesitation at all.  I
looked into her eyes and saw no anger or sullenness.  Good, she had learned
the whole lesson, not just the easy part.


       "You are not Fuckbitch anymore."  Her eyes widened in shock


       "Master?"


       "Your name is Tanith.  It means Goddess of the stars."  She gasped.


       "Master?"  It wasn't questioning, it was unbelieving.  I don't think
she had known I knew she spent so many of her lonely hours staring at the
stars.


       "Don't sound so surprised." I smiled at her.  "The punishment must
fit the crime but when the lesson is learned the punishment must end."  I
pronounced pompously.  "I am, you know, a Lord Judge of the Realm, justice
is my specialty."  I nodded at my own sagacity, trying not to grin at her
expression.


       "Master..." she began, paused and then opened her mouth to say
something else and then she stepped forward and hugged me, hard.  Her face
buried in my chest I felt tears fall down her cheeks.  "Thank You, Master."
I heard in a tiny voice.  I hugged her and then turning with one arm still
around her I caught up Kennedy's hand.


     "Come Goddesses, to the bath."  I commanded.