Message-ID: <17453eli$9811210437@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: RP: The Sultan's Heir 3 of 6 (TG, Femdom, Historical) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tigger@alices.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <365920bd.12565642@news.erols.com> The Sultan's Heir by Tigger copyright 1997 All Rights reserved Archiving/reposting permitted provided that: This attribution to me as author, and this disclaimer remains intact; *NO* fee of any type is charged for access to *any* part of the archiving site. Use of this story for financial gain, such as using it in a published anthology or selling it is prohibited by my copyright. Part 3: Hard Lessons Selim, or rather Shamarra (it was so difficult to think of him, no, make that *her*self by that name) awoke slowly. Dawn's first light crept long shadows into the luxuriously appointed cell he had been taken after being locked into the gold girdle. An injudiciously deep breath reminded him forcefully of that experience, making his ribs all but creak against the crushing grip. Shamarra rolled to her side and was surprised to find that she was not alone in the bed. Lady Reyna, looking surprisingly young and beautiful without her jewelry and cosmetics was quietly snoring beside him... *her* on the large couch. She lay there, watching the older woman sleep until her body reminded her, quite forcibly, of the need to eliminate bodily wastes. Carefully, so as to not awaken the other woman, Shamarra slipped out of the pillowed bed and began to search for the facilities. She found the chamber pot hidden in a small alcove off the sleeping chamber behind a beaded curtain. That did not solve all of her problems. She could not figure out to do the deed, since the metal girdle prevented her from taking matters "in hand" and aiming. A soft, husky chuckle behind her made her start with surprise. "I see we forgot to tell you a few things, little one. The tube into which your lingam is inserted will pass the urine out the front grating of the belt, just like any other woman's chastity device would." Shamarra flushed brightly, and would have tried to wait for the older woman to leave, but she had simply gone too long without relief. Gingerly, she moved to straddle the large pot, but was hauled up short when a surprisingly strong hand gripped her shoulders and spun her about just before she could release the flow. "Women sit, little one." Reyna said with soft emphasis before she pressed the girl down to sit on the seat built onto the pot. Only the intensified agony of having been stopped *just* short, and at the last possible instant overcame her shame at being watched by someone. A loud gurgling sound, ringing from the metal pot, loudly announced the onset of relief. "Very good, dear." Reyna said. "And as for the other matter, the girdle leaves your bottom free and unimpeded for that function." Then her voice turned sly. "And for several more you have never had occasion to learn. . . . . until now, that is. Finish your business and call me. I will start teaching you female hygiene as soon as you have completed the other, then we will break our fast and begin your lessons." Repose and Review The satin pillowed sleeping chamber had been long dark when Reyna had finally permitted her pupil to go to her bed. Shamarra was intensely grateful for the soft, womb-like comfort of the cushioned bed as she sank bonelessly under the covers. Every muscle in her body ached, and muscles she had never been aware of having before hurt. After she'd finished her morning eliminations, Reyna had taken her back to the suspension chains and tightened the girdle before permitting Shamarra to break her fast. "After all, little one, you have just emptied yourself - an ideal time to help your shaping." Reyna had said in that sly tone of hers. It had also left Shamarra little room for food in her stomach which Reyna thought was another fine thing. The entire long day had been spent learning "how to be a woman", or at least, "how to be a woman in a harem". She had spent hours simply learning how to move her body, her arms, her hands; how to dance; how to hold her head, how to look innocent, how to look *not* so innocent. She'd begun her lessons in the arts and techniques of seduction and lovemaking and those had not been fun at all. The burning ache in her bottom and the numb, stretched feeling of her lips and mouth were a constant reminders of how difficult those lessons had been and how demanding a teacher Lady Reyna was. Along with the crushing, unrelenting grasp of her girdle, the "punishments" for not moving properly or gracefully were, in large part, responsible for her other pained parts. She could do nothing about the girdle, but Shamarra resolved she would do much better tomorrow in her deportment lessons. Her and her mother's lives depended on it. And with that reaffirmation, she let her eyes drift closed in sleep. Reyna, Torack and Ali attended the Sultana in her chambers. "Actually, she did remarkably well. I was greatly surprised, but I believe the fate of her mother drives her." "She moves well, then?" Leisha asked. Reyna nodded. "Yes. She's very graceful and very determined to learn. Still, she is a sixteen year old boy so she forgets often enough that I was able to keep her walking on her tiptoes much of the day." the Sultana nodded. Forcing a young one who tended to stride rather than glide to stand and walk on tiptoe was a favored teaching tool among the women of the harem. "It wore on her as the day passed and I suspect she is going to be hurting quite a bit in the instep and calves tomorrow. That will give me the excuse I will need to really punish her." Reyna added matter of factly. Guilt still tugged at the Sultana's heart. "If she is doing so well, is it really necessary to hurt her that way, Reyna?" Reyna smiled gently at her longtime friend and confidante. "She will face it sooner or later, Lady. Best she face it now and learn to fear it. We won't really harm her, although she will think we are killing her. Others won't be so kind." "My son in particular, Reyna?" The Sultana asked resignedly. Reyna remained silent - the question did not require an answer. "I myself will administer the punishment, Lady." Ali added in his soft voice. "It will be no worse than it must be to get the child's full attention and to help her fully understand and respect its affects." The Sultana nodded her acquiescence. "Very well. How did the other training go?" Reyna grinned. "We used only the smallest of the probes. I suspect she prefers taking them in her mouth to taking them in her bottom, but she did both without verbal complaint. She will have to learn more pleasing facial expressions." Reyna imitated one of her pupil's pained grimaces and then laughed. "Somehow, I don't think the look of a constipated cow in labor will do much to arouse your son, but she has time and she will acclimate to the intrusion. Once she is confident about her ability to accept the phallus and knows that it will not damage her, we can teach her to look more seductive while she does it." "Anything else?" Leisha asked. Torack nodded and removed a very small, cage-like device from his robes. Three circles of metal, each of steadily decreasing diameter were connected to one another by three screw devices attached to the circles equidistantly about their perimeters. The device looked like the framing of a truncated cone. The top two, smaller rings were bisected with a metal post that connected to the individual rings perimeters. "I found the design for these in one of the old texts. They are meant to "train" a woman's nipples. The way these work is that each nipple is pierced twice - once on the areola and once on the tip itself. This post," he indicated the one in the smallest ring, "goes through the tip while the post in the middle ring goes through the areola. The largest ring is set against the breast itself as the base of the device. Then, we periodically adjust these little screws and stretch the tip and the areola out from the chest. Gradually, they become "trained" to stay out like that. I thought we might use these and later some decorative ones on our subject. If we cannot give her breasts, we can still adorn her this way." Reyna picked up the device and played with it. "How large can the nipple be made to grow?" she asked. "I am sure the results vary. Some women have very large areolas, but having the entire thing expand this much from the breast, " he held up his thumb and indicated the first joint from the tip, "is not uncommon. Unlike her male parts, our young houri's nipples are already rather large and full for a male. I should think we could get comparable results from her." "When can we do it?" asked Leisha. "We can use these immediately." Torack stated. "The decorative ones will take time to fabricate. The surgery should be given some time to heal afterwards, though." Reyna spoke up. "She is going to be indisposed for a day or so after the punishment anyway. We could keep her restricted to her room for a few days afterwards by saying she is suffering her monthly. That would give you five days or so, Torack." The young physician nodded. "Yes, that will do. After that we can start extending the rings slowly. That way, she will be healing, but will still form scar tissue from the surgery that will help keep her nipples erect." "So be it." Leisha directed. "Do the surgery tomorrow after she has been punished. Get all of the pain out of the way as quickly as possible." Her supporters bowed and let themselves out of the room. Punishment. Shamarra could do nothing correctly the next day. Muscle stiffness had set in, making it impossible for her to move about with any ease or grace what so ever. Reyna's countenance became grimmer with each passing minute, her observations more caustic and mocking. "You simply are not trying, little one. I warned you that you would suffer if you did not try. Now, you will truly learn the meaning of pain. Insure it is a lesson you need be taught only once." She pulled a bellrope furiously. Ali appeared almost immediately. "Ali, this little bitch is not applying herself. She is to be punished. Five strokes, please." "Yes, Mistress." the Keisler Agha replied, and led the frightened Shamarra away. Shamarra soon found herself seated in a chair with her bared feet extended straight out before her. A pillory type stock held her ankles. Golden strings, tied to each of her big toes, pulled them back up and were fixed to the top of the stocks. This forced her feet to stay nearly vertical and prevented her from moving them in the slightest. Her wrists were strapped to the arms of the chair while another strap held her torso fixed to the chair's back. Fear curled in her guts as she watched the massive black eunuch set down his sword and pick up a long thin baton. It was nearly as long as her arm and as thick as her thumb and it made a frightening whistling sound as Ali whipped it back and forth. Reyna arrived then, and after approving Shamarra's positioning, nodded to Ali. The cane whistled again and fire seared the soles of Shamarra's feet. No one needed to tell her to pitch her voice femininely this time. The shriek of pain and surprise was completely appropriate to her new station in life, as was the one that followed the second stroke. Dispassionately, Reyna noted that the girl had lost control of her bladder on the third stroke. A growing dark circle on her silk pantalettes marked the spot of her girdle's grate. Shamarra passed out after the fifth and final stroke. Ali shook his head, sadly. He had not expected to actually have to deliver that stroke. Most of the girls who faced this test passed out after the fourth, and some after the third. They were told that they still received the full measure of their punishment. This one had not passed out and Ali had laid on the last blow harder than he wanted to assure that. The girl would now remember the bastinado with due respect, and would do anything to avoid it in the future. As the conspirators had intended from the very start. Reyna looked at the girl. "Call Torack, Ali. Let us do the other part while she is unconscious. We don't need her to hurt any more than is necessary." Ali bowed and went to find the healer while Reyna went to release the bonds holding the child. ---------- "It is over? The child is all right?" Leisha asked. Reyna nodded shakily. She had not enjoyed this day's work. "She is sleeping now. Torack administered a potion after he installed the nipple devices and pierced her ears. Tomorrow is soon enough for more training. She won't be able to walk before then, anyway." Leisha turned to Ali who nodded. "The little one took it very well. I had to be much more harsh than I intended or expected to be. However, she will now respect and fear the bastinado, so it served its purpose. She will not want to repeat the experience. It also might. . ." He trailed off consideringly. "It might be useful to have that as a threat against his Mother, as well." Leisha looked pained, but Reyna nodded. "Yes. She will do almost anything to make up for her "failure" to protect her mother. Even the least hint would probably assure her full and continued cooperation." The Sultana looked at her friend, disgust evident in her lovely eyes. "Are we right, Reyna? The Holy Ones would say what we are doing is an abomination, what we intend to have her do a crime against God. That says nothing about what we are doing to that child." "What is our alternative, Leisha? Let Cera's son become Sultan when your son is set aside, probably killed for his sin? What is the greater evil? What we propose, or letting the Sultancy fall to a simple minded fool who will lead the Empire to destruction at the cost of thousands of lives? What is the life of one small boy, who will then continue to live a life of great luxury, I might add, against all those lives?" Leisha closed her eyes and sighed. "You are right, of course. It would be nice to know that we have a chance of succeeding." Torack spoke up. "The device is ready to test, Lady. If we could test it, that would at least tell us if the scheme is viable. Have you decided who to test it upon?" "Jenna." Leisha said resignedly. Jenna was the child of a concubine who had died giving her birth. Jenna had been too long in the birth canal and it had affected her mind. Although her body was beautifully mature, her mind remained that of a child. "She won't be able to tell anyone how it happened if it works and everyone loves her so much that she will not be killed for it when it is discovered. Now all we need is the seed." "We have a ready source, Lady." Torack said quietly. "Shamarra." Eyes wide, the Sultana absorbed that. "Indeed. Jenna had her last menses a seven day ago, so we can assume she will be fertile in the next five to eight days." She turned her eyes to Reyna. Reyna smiled impishly. "Shamarra will be well on in her training by then. It might be time to add a bit of sensual pleasure into the mix by then. I think I know just how we will do it." "It would be best if we could do it each day during the critical period." Torack added helpfully. Reyna nodded. "It can be done. Just tell me how best to collect the seed." --------- Five days after the punishment, Shamarra was doing another dancing exercise under the watchful eye of the Lady Reyna. The pair of them had been alone during that time. Reyna had noised it about that the punishment had brought on the girl's first period, so no one had come to visit the "unclean" one. Which was just as well since Shamarra had needed the time to heel from both of her ordeals. The residual pain in her feet made her very careful where and how she placed each foot, which made her movements appear very sensuous and feminine. It definitely pleased her instructress, which was perhaps the only advantage Shamarra could find in that horrific experience. Now, whenever Reyna told her she was not moving properly, all she had to do was recall the agony of the bastinado to lighten her steps. At least her nipples had stopped bleeding. Whatever the purpose of those metal cages were, they were bloody irritating. They pulled painfully, and made her breasts so very sensitive. The largest ring, the one that rested on her chest, was at least a handspan in diameter. Shamarra thought there was some slight swelling inside that ring as the two smaller rings stretched her nipples out from her chest. She did *not* sleep on her tummy anymore. She was learning to live with the crushing grip of the girdle. Reyna still strung her up by her hands every morning and tightened the device before the morning meal. It made breathing and eating very difficult, but even she had to admit the visual results were striking. She was within a few finger widths of the additional hand-span Reyna had promised to take off her waist. The combination the tiny waist and the slightly augmented hips were beautifully feminine. Another effect of the belt was to restrict her pelvic movements making it all but impossible for her to stride out anymore. Now, she could only move with a languid, hip-rolling gait that also pleased her sharp eyed instructress. The training with the ivory and rubber male tools was also going well. She could now accommodate a lingam quite as large as her own in her bottom without too much pain and an even larger one in her mouth without gagging. She had balked only once, and Reyna's offer to let her watch Ali punish her mother for Shamarra's sins had quickly ended that little rebellion. The image of her gentle, innocent mother writhing as Ali whipped her feet had been too horrible to consider. So she did her very best to do as she was told and taught. After the dance lesson would be lessons in making herself beautiful with cosmetics and dressing her hair. Then, more training on the phallus. Shamarra wished she knew what this was all leading up to, although it was clear she was to be given to a man. Beyond that, she had no idea what this was all about, and perhaps, that was just as well. She only hoped, that whatever her mission was, she would not regret accepting death when it had been offered, for that was no longer an option. Now, her mother's life weighed in the balance, too. Still, as hard as she was working and as humiliating as the lessons often were, she had never lived so well in her life. The food, what she could eat of it, was wonderful. Her bed was so comfortable that she reveled in the simple pleasure of laying herself down upon it. That said nothing of having the very lovely Lady Reyna sleeping with her every night. More than once the proximity of the nearly nude, sweet smelling and warm woman had painfully reminded the boy girl of her male parts restricted so tightly in the chastity's metal tube. And the clothes were magnificent. In her most secret mind, she had to be honest and admit that she loved the soft, sensual garments that now adorned her body. The touch of silk and satin gliding across her skin sent shivery pulses of delight up her spine. Were those gifts enough to balance what she had lost? Would she have been this . . . . happy, was the only word that fit. This happy if she had still been Selim? She did not know, but then, it really made no difference. She was Shamarra now, and she would do what was required of her. For her Mother's sake and for her own. The music changed to a faster tune, and Shamarra gracefully moved into the more rapid steps of the new dance. She only winced once when her still tender feet landed too hard on the floor. Spinning sensually, she lifted her arms to offer herself and her dance to her as yet unseen master. Off to one side of the floor, Reyna stood watching her charge. She saw something in the girl's dance that had not been there before, a new openness, and new sexuality starting to bud within her. Quietly pleased, she smiled. End Part 3 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----