Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 08:21:54 -0500
From: Vic James <vicjames2@hotmail.com>
Subject: One Thousand and One Lovers

                   One Thousand and One Lovers
                          By Vic James
                      vicjames2@hotmail.com
                   Copyright 2014 by Vic James
                     http://www.vicjames.com


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                              Five
   The Forty Hour War began the next day. A huge number of
Marizlan troops entered our country. I became practically
hysterical when I found out how many there were. Every time a
transport landed, hundreds more arrived.
   "Why aren't we firing on those transports?" I asked him.
   "Look Seven. There is such a thing as strategy. I know you
have never had it explained to you, or gotten training. But
simply firing when you see an enemy is not strategy. I am pleased
they seem to be sending their entire army here."
   I feared he had lost his mind. Even worse than the huge
numbers of soldiers was that they seemed to only be interested in
the royal complex. There weren't thousands of enemy troops
scattered around the country; they were surrounding us,
bombarding us with explosives. Some border towns had been taken
over, but it became quickly obvious that they were primarily
interested in killing Amarills. Brothers Five and Six died,
swiftly, but heroically, defending Father and me, along with the
original Ahmed, when troops infiltrated the palace. Father didn't
prevent transports from landing, but he did assign his troops to
destroy the grounded Marizlan vehicles--land, sea, and air ships.
He wanted to ensure none of the enemy would be able to return to
Marizlan. It suddenly occurred to me that Marizlan would be
almost completely undefended, with their army in our country and
no way to return.
   Father sent Ahmed One and Two out to kill troops on the
ground. I was terrified that my two Ahmeds would be killed. I
loved both of them, deeply. And what could two do against
thousands, even if they were Ahmed? But the two managed to do
quite a lot. I was surprised, but Father wasn't. When the war was
over, we found that they killed over sixteen thousand soldiers.
That was more than the rest of the army and air force killed.
Ahmed had secretly planted explosives in several locations around
the complex long before the invasion. The two Ahmeds lured the
enemy into the areas and then detonated them. None of the
Marizlan intelligence had included that information. Ahmed had
kept it to himself. It slowed their assault of the complex
enormously. There was nothing for the enemy to shoot at. The
bombs were under them and they had no idea where they were.
Fortunately, none of our citizens lived close to the complex, so
only enemy soldiers were killed, although the explosions caused
more structural damage to the complex. I was with Father in the
center of the complex. We watched the enemy get blown up. I saw
men's bodies shredded. It made me sick. Father looked at me.
   "It is difficult to watch, I know. Each of those men has a
family. Many of them probably hate the Soccorso royal family.
Perhaps most do. Do not think of them as killed by Ahmed. It is
Echin Soccorso who sent them here to die."
   I nodded.
   The battle at the complex ended when the Ahmed clones woke.
Father and I watched them climb out of their tubes, deep under
the complex. It wasn't so deep that we couldn't hear an
occasional muffled explosion. I didn't know whether everyone
above us was dying or if they were Ahmed's explosives, blowing
the enemy up. Father kept up with that. I was so worried and
scared that the sight of hundreds of naked Ahmeds didn't excite
me. I forced the fear from me. Father was not afraid and he was
their primary target. I did notice the scars on the ones closest
to me. They had the one on their legs that they got defending me.
They did not have the long one that ran down Ahmed's right
forearm. Father gave a speech telling them about Four and Effan.
He told them I was to be the next king, which made them all
cheer. He told them that romantic and sexual relationships
between men were now legal. They cheered at that, too. Then he
told them that I was in love with each of them, and that I had
his blessing to love them. I didn't understand that, at first.
Later, I decided he was either trying to transfer their loyalty
from him to me or he just wanted to motivate them even more so to
protect me. I watched the ones closest to me get erections when
they heard that. They were all looking at me.
   Father told them that all the clones had one advantage over
the original Ahmed. Their skin had been treated and was much
tougher than normal skin, which made them that more difficult to
harm. That was a complete surprise to me, but I was delighted
that they were protected that way. Father took a knife from his
belt. He took the hand of a clone. He didn't even flinch, which
showed how loyal they were. Father tried to slice his palm. The
knife slid off with no cut in the skin. The Ahmeds cheered at
that.
   The original then spoke. He instructed them how to speak to
each other. He showed them where weapons and clothing were and he
told them his/their plan.
   Ahmed turned to me, "You should speak to them."
   "I don't know what to say. 'Please help us?'"
   "Tell them how you feel about them."
   I addressed them.
   "Thanks to my father, we will be able to have a romantic
relationship." I watched them smile. "There are two clones who
woke first. We have made love many times." I felt strange
admitting that in front of Father. He had to know, though. I am
certain he asked Ahmed. "Those two are out fighting, as Ahmed
said. I am terrified than one of them will be killed. I am
terrified that some of you may be killed, but while you are
fighting, I want you to remember that I love you. And while there
are a lot of you, I hope to show my appreciation of the dangers
you will face to each of you, individually." Every single one of
them was erect. I started to feel dizzy from excitement. I walked
up to one of the new clones. "I don't love you less than the
original, my Ahmed. I love you exactly as much, and that is very,
very much."
   He pulled me into his arms and we kissed as the rest of them
cheered. I was about to kneel and suck him. I hadn't had sex
since the war started and I wanted Ahmed milk badly. But I
remembered my father was there. I looked down at his erection and
sighed. He laughed, loudly.
   "You'll get it," he whispered.
   "Promise?"
   "I swear it."
   "And Ahmed milk?"
   "You like it?" he asked, grinning.
   "I love it."
   He cheered and I laughed.
   Father spoke again. He told them how lucky we were that
Marizlan had sent such a large percent of their army. "We can
wipe out a whole generation of their fighters. Once you have
killed them, you will go to Marizlan and take it. Kill every
Soccorso you can find. Destroy their palace completely. I want
nothing left standing. Leave only rubble where it stood."
   They cheered, again.
   I was horrified at more death, but it was necessary. It was
the only way to eliminate the threat our kingdom faced from
Marizlan. I tried not to think about how many Ahmeds would die.
But I knew there were two things Ahmed loved. Me and fighting. It
wasn't something my father was forcing them to do. It was
something Father was allowing them to do.
   I turned to Father.
   "Father, all this makes me sick. I fear I do not have the
strength of will to rule. All I can think of is all the deaths."
   He put his arm around my shoulders. It was something he had
never done before.
   "I felt the same way. I didn't want to defeat enemies. I
wanted to make my people happy, just as you want to help the poor
in our kingdom." He sighed. "I am afraid that much of this is a
consequence of my reluctance to take the fight to Marizlan. I am
doing this for you, as much as for the kingdom. I am eliminating
the nest of vipers, so you can walk barefooted."
   I smiled at him.
   "And never forget: they started it."
   I nodded.
   Father waved his hand and a display rose up from the ground.
   "Look!"
   I watched as some Marizlan soldiers began running away from
the complex. They threw their weapons on the ground and held
their hands up. They were surrendering.
   "I am quite certain that most of those will request asylum
here," Father said.
   "According to our sources, almost fifty percent of the
Marizlan military dislike the Soccorso royal family," the
original Ahmed said to me. "We will take advantage of that when
we fight in Marizlan."
   "Are there enough to destroy the palace and its inhabitants?"
I asked Father.
   "There are two sets of clones. We will go tell the other set
the same thing."
   Ahmed heard and barked out a laugh.
   I turned to the original Ahmed.
   "One thousand of you?"
   He winked at me.
   "One thousand and one of me."
   Father projected the room we were in outside the complex.
   "Attention! As you can see behind me, we now have my army of
Ahmed Hassans. The reverses you have faced were caused by two of
them. I plan to release the others now. Thousands will march on
Marizlan after killing any of you who resist. Any of you who wish
to join our military and fight the Soccorsos alongside Ahmed
Hassan are welcome to do so. Each of you who take action against
a member of that family or their defenders will receive a
knighthood, at the very least. Higher titles will be granted to
those who achieve significant victories against them." I smiled
as some of their soldiers who hadn't surrendered, did, then. Some
of the ones who surrendered first, cheered at Father's
announcement. "We fight until Marizlan is ours. In two weeks, it
will be our eastern province."
   I watched an officer leave his dervish. He held his hands up
after pointing at his mouth.
   "Speak," Father said.
   The officer clasped his hands together. He wanted a private
conversation. Father sent a drone to him.
   "Your majesty, a coup is being planned against the royal
family by the soldiers making up their royal guard."
   "Are there enough of them?"
   "Probably not, but with the Ahmeds..."
   "Yes. Are there enough dissenters in the ranks to prevent a
ship from being shot down?"
   "Yes. There aren't as many dissenters in the air force, but
one is very high up. A simple act of sabotage will do."
   Father nodded.
   "Very well. I name you Grand Duke of Amarill. Allotment of
land will have to be decided after Marizlan is no more. If you
can, inform the official in the air force that he will be made a
grand duke if our ships land safely in Marizlan."
   The man smiled and bowed.
   "Thank you, your majesty. I will do so."
   "I need to know about noble families of Marizlan who might
offer resistance to our rule. Do you know of any who could
provide this information?"
   "Yes, Sire. I can. I am of the House of Delgorso. Most of us
despise the royal family."
   "Very well. I will send an Ahmed to get that information from
you. You will be rewarded financially for this information."
   "Sire, I do not seek wealth. Only property. I am a sixth son,
with little but a title."
   "Very well."
   Father took me to the second clone room. He gave the order,
and I watched another five hundred Ahmeds climb out of tubes.
Father gave his speech and I told them the exact same thing I
told the first set. I kissed two of them, though.
   "Your job is to cleanse and defend the kingdom. You will
listen for dissenters, secretly, if possible, especially from
Effan's supporters. Any who express less than full support to the
house of Amarill, should be arrested for treason and taken to the
nearest jail for questioning, and to await judgement. I don't
know how many of you will be needed for that. You can decide
amongst yourselves. The remainder will follow the first group to
Marizlan and assist with the destruction of the House of Soccorso
and their military capabilities. Contact the newly made Grand
Duke of Amarill, who is outside the palace and identify any noble
families of Marizlan are a threat to our security. We need to
ensure that no opposition to Amarill rule exists in Marizlan. It
is a tall order, but you can do it, I am certain. The first
twenty of you from the left will remain here in the palace as
guards."
   The original Ahmed spoke to them, then.
   A scientist walked up to Father.
   "Tell them," Father said.
   The scientist spoke.
   "Since your role is primarily espionage, you have additional
capabilities. Your faces are able to be altered, randomly when
you think this code."
   Seven numbers in red hovered in the air.
   "Think of this code," the scientist said.
   I watched the Ahmeds as their faces rearranged. It was the
oddest thing I ever saw. Suddenly, it seemed to be a group of
unrelated men, at least above the neck. Some of them were
handsome and some ugly. The clones turned and looked at each
other.
   "If you think the second code-" Another set of numbers
appeared in the air. "Your faces will return to normal. Your skin
is also tougher than it was before."
   Father repeated the demonstration on a clone's palm and got
the same cheer from the Ahmeds when they saw the knife did no
harm.
   The original Ahmed brought the twenty clones over to Father
and me.
   "The four of you on the left will guard Seven. The next six
will guard me. The rest of you will guard my wives and Eight, as
well as the rest of the palace."
   The four that were assigned to me surrounded me.
   Father turned to the original.
   "Coordinate their activities and give me reports every half
hour," Father said to him. "Seven's Ahmeds should keep him
informed."
   "Yes, Sire."
   Father turned to me.
   "There is nothing you need to do. Why don't you go to your
room? For safety, you should stay there, unless I call for you.
One of your Ahmeds can bring you food and drink."
   "Father, would it be wrong for me to.for us to." I was too
embarrassed to finish. I wanted to ask if it was inappropriate to
have sex.
   Father smiled.
   "Maybe it will make the confinement more tolerable."
   I smiled at him. Then I hugged him.
   "I love you so much, Father."
   "And I love you, son. It is hard to believe I only have you
and Eight, but I am grateful for that, both for myself and your
mother."
   I nodded.
   Father turned and left. I followed him. The lift was crowded,
but we all fit. Several Ahmeds ran their hands over me. One
groped me. Another slipped his hand inside my trousers and felt
my ass. Another two rubbed their erections on me. Fortunately,
Father was facing away from me. I wrapped both hands around Ahmed
cocks and stroked them. A finger found my hole and pushed inside
me. I had to suppress a groan. They were all naked, although they
were each carrying a shirt and a pair of trousers.
   Father spoke without turning around.
   "Are four Ahmeds enough, Seventh?"
   "Can any more be spared?"
   "Yes, easily. We have many more than we need."
   "Could I have two more from the second group?"
   "Of course."
   Father turned to one of them.
   "Relay the order."
   "Yes, Sire. Gladly."
   Once we were at ground level, we separated. I walked to my
room, passing Four's room, on the way. The door to his suite was
open. Robots were cleaning the empty rooms. The ash had already
been removed. I stopped and thought about Four, briefly. We
hadn't been close, but he hadn't ever seemed hostile. I still had
trouble understanding why Four did what he did. I looked into his
room and saw there was still some dust on the floor in one spot.
I walked into the room and kicked it. It was a futile gesture,
but it made me feel better. We continued on to my suite. One of
the Ahmeds stood guard in the hall, while the others walked into
my room with me. All three dropped their clothes and began
undressing me. Two more ran into the room.
   "Did we miss anything?" one of the two new ones asked.
   "None of us have gotten our cocks into him, if that is what
you are asking."
   "How was my first time?" one of the clones asked. "Were you a
virgin?"
   "Yes. The first day, the original took my virginity. Then the
first two clones fed me Ahmed milk. Since then, I think I've
grown addicted to the drink. Maybe I should give it up."
   "No!" several said. I laughed.
   "But you may get tired of me using your cock as a nipple for
milk."
   "Never!"
   I laughed, again. I reached for one of them and we kissed. A
finger slid into me.
   "He's loose. We've been fucking him a lot," one of them said.
   "Yes, you have," I said.
   "I've also grown half an inch since I began drinking Ahmed
milk. Maybe I'll grow even faster, now."
   I looked at their happy faces and laughed. Then I remembered
the war. The one closest to me took me in his arms.
   "Don't worry about anything, Seventh. We will keep you and
the kingdom safe.
   "And we can really do what we please with you?" the one
holding me asked.
   "We aren't married, yet, but we will be. If he is alive, I
will marry the original. Since you descend from him, I will be
married to each of you, as well. Legally, each of you is Ahmed. I
want to make you happy, sexually. And I know that means being
submissive to your desires. It is what I want."
   They all nodded their heads.
   "So you will be married to all one thousand of us?"
   I sighed.
   "I really don't know how I can keep a thousand of you happy,
but I will try."
   "Do not worry about that, either, Seventh. We will figure out
a way. After all, we are the ones who must share you."
   I groaned as one of the Ahmed's began rimming me. The other's
hands and mouths sucked, bit, and caressed me. I felt guilty
about having sex while people were dying outside. But when one of
my lovers began sucking me, I came almost instantly. I fell to my
knees and began sucking one of them. The others crowded around
me. My head was passed from Ahmed to Ahmed. I would suck each for
a minute, or so, before switching to another. It wasn't long
before the one of them cried out and ejaculated in my mouth. I
heard them groan as Ahmed milk filled my mouth. I caressed his
nuts with my fingertips, the way he liked it and the Ahmed
feeding me shuddered.
   I was on my knees. I felt an Ahmed kneel behind me. I reached
back and guided his cock to my hole. He wrapped his arms around
me. The Ahmed finished feeding me. I pulled away and looked down
at a scarred forearm. Only one of them had that scar. I leaned my
head back against the original Ahmed. Once he was inside me, I
tilted my head back.
   "I love you," I said.
   He smiled.