Message-ID: <17454eli$9811210438@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: RP: The Sultan's Heir 4 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: <365a20f9.12626232@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 4: Final Preparations The next day, Shamarra had been permitted to leave her quarters in the company of Reyna once again. On the day after that, she was taken to a room with a strange hassock as the only furnishing. Reyna made Shamarra kneel in front of the hassock and then lay her body over it. Shamarra jumped back up when her upper body's weight landed momentarily on the nipple cages. More carefully this time, she moved so that her breasts hung over on the other side of the hassock. This served to lift her up off her knees and raise her bottom up. Reyna affixed restraints to the girl's arms and thighs, holding her fast against the legs of the divan. Pulling a key from a pocket in her own girdle, Reyna undid the lock on the back of Shamarra's girdle. The crotch piece of the chastity dropped down, freeing Shamarra's male parts for the first time in nearly two weeks. Gently, the older woman massaged the freed penis which immediately sprang to full erection. She measured it with an experienced eye and moved off to a small chest of drawers that was hidden from Shamarra's view by a screen. She removed her clothes and donned a special girdle before moving out from behind the screen. Shamarra's eyes went wide when she saw her mentor. Reyna was still a beautiful woman and Shamarra, for all her recent training and all her will to the contrary, was still an adolescent male with an over abundance of hormones. Reyna moved over to stand directly in front of her pupil. Once she had the child's full attention, she took her hand from behind her and slowly, deliberately installed the ivory colored phallus into the holding device in her girdle. The irony of it was not lost on either of them. Shamarra, a male who was being given the attributes of a woman, now faced Reyna who was now adorned with the primary attribute of the male. "It is time, my little one, to begin your training in love making as a woman." She gripped her erection and fondled it sensuously. "This is no larger than you are, little one, and smaller than the ones you have been dealing with in your classes. So, let us begin. Show me how you worship your lover with your mouth and tongue. Make me want you." Her voice was husky, soft, and it was driving Shamarra mad. Tentatively, she lifted her head to tongue at the tip of the toy, before taking more and more of it into her mouth. Reyna softly encouraged her pupil, massaging her, teasing her and praising her. She gently corrected technique when needed, but mostly let the girl have her way. A mirror, strategically placed behind the girl, let Reyna gauge her student's arousal by the length of her penis. Shamarra was becoming increasingly aroused by this play. Deciding it was time for the next act in their play, Reyna extricated the dildo from Shamarra's mouth and moved behind her. "It is time, my love, for you to feel loved while being filled like a woman." Moving slowly, she nudged the blunt tip between the soft, rounded cheeks of the girl's buttocks. Reflexively, Shamarra clenched against the intruder which brought a teasing slap on her ass. "Relax, little one. I am not going to hurt you. Let it happen and I will make it wonderful for you." Reyna crooned. More aroused than she could ever remember being, Shamarra forced herself to relax and felt the head easily pop inside her. The lubricated shaft followed and slid smoothly into her depths. Slowly, Reyna thrust in and out of the young student's bottom, and was soon rewarded by groans of helpless pleasure from the girl. Soon, the girl was trying to meet her thrusts, but was held fast to the hassock. Sensing the moment of truth, Reyna leaned over the girl and began to fondle a pierced nipple with one hand, while she took a firm grasp on the girl's erect penis with the other. The three pronged assault on Shamarra's ragged senses made her scream in need, then she went absolutely still for several long seconds. Suddenly, she lurched into Reyna's hand as her orgasm took her. Reyna rode with it, fondling and thrusting to encourage more pleasure for the girl. Most importantly, she aimed Shamarra's penis with her hand so that the ejaculation spurted into a small porcelain bowl placed there for that purpose. Once the crisis past, Reyna gently untied her charge, refastened the chastity and then helped her to the harem baths. Unseen by either woman, Torack slipped into the room and retrieved the porcelain bowl. ------------ Shamarra lay awake beside the sleeping Reyna. The day had been the first really positive thing she had experienced since giving her word to the Sultana Valideh. If this was what she could expect in the future, she could live with that. Of course, whoever they were preparing her for, would have a real penis and no breasts. She'd close her eyes and think of Reyna. And speaking of breasts, it had hurt when Reyna had played with her nipples tonight, but it was a very nice hurt. It was like her penis was connected right to her nipple. Cautiously, she brought her hands up to breasts. They were growing, just a bit, since Torack adjusted them everyday. Little bulges of flesh were developing in behind the mechanically distended nipples. Nothing like the lovely, rounded bosom of her teacher, but she was not flat any longer. And the sensitivity had not gone away. If anything, the more they stretched, the more sensitive they became. Reyna shifted and woke. She reached across to Shamarra and rested her arm upon the girl. "Go to sleep, little one. You have much to do tomorrow." Sighing with something akin to happiness, Shamarra snuggled up against Reyna's soft, warm body, and let sleep take her. ------------- Four weeks later, the conspirators met again in the Sultana's apartments. "I still cannot say for sure, but Jenna has not had her monthly in over six weeks and her nurse tells me she is usually very predictable. We can be nearly positive in another two or three weeks." "Still, it is encouraging, Torack." the Sultana said. "You have done very well. We now have at least the possibility of success." She turned to Reyna. "And how is your prodigy?" Reyna smiled with true pleasure. "Very well, Lady. She has been working very hard and it shows. She no longer has to think first when she is doing something or when she speaks. And the gold breast ornaments that Torack devised to replace the nipple cages give her the illusion of a small bosom. I have been letting her interact with the selected young women of the harem and none of them have penetrated her disguise. As she gains confidence in her new persona, we will increase the number of women she meets. I think we can count on her to do her part." "I am going to have Shamarra's mother look after Jenna and the child." Leisha said. "We may never be able to tell her the entire story, but I think it is seemly that she have the primary responsibility for her grandchild. What comes next?" Torack answered. "We can do nothing about rebreeding Jenna until she shows she is not pregnant. Shamarra's body is now as feminine as we can make it. The girdle is at its maximum tightness, and the breast decorations have pulled her areolas as far out as I think we safely can without tearing the nipple." Reyna continued. "To all outward appearances, she is a lovely young girl who is somewhat small bosomed. She is graceful, accomplished and skilled with her cosmetics and appearance. Sexually, she now easily accepts normal sized phalluses, and often finds her own pleasure during those exercises. I tested her oral skills on one of the eunuchs who can still achieve an erection and she did very well." Leisha turned to Ali. "Lady, I think it is time to bring Lady Khumar into our circle. Ultimately, she is the one who has the final task." Khumar was the first Khadin of Leisha's son. "Failing that, we must look your sons other khadins. That is not the best plan, for the more people involved, the more likely we will be discovered." "True." Leisha said. "Though it is highly unlikely that my son's khadins will chance losing their chance at being one of the new Sultan's consorts." "Each khadin has many servants, Lady, and servants will always talk among themselves." Ali said, quietly. Acknowledging that, the Sultana Valideh rang for her maid servant. "Invite the Khadin Khumar to break her fast with me tomorrow morning. We will dine in the garden by the fountain." She waited for the woman to leave. "Ali, the area around the fountain is open so you will be able to keep an eye on us tomorrow. Ensure we are alone, please." Ali nodded his understanding. --------------- Two weeks later, the band of conspirators were buoyed with confidence. Torack was now convinced that Jenna was pregnant. Khumar had been told what was planned, had promised her support and had accepted her role in the plot. Shamarra had blossomed under Reyna's sternly loving tutelage and was now everything a candidate for a Sultan's bed should be. Except truly being female. She had even become very popular with the other young women in the harem. She had passed every test and was accepted by all who met her as exactly what she appeared to be - a very lovely young woman. All was as it needed to be. Almost. Reyna stood at the entrance to the walled garden and watched her young charge walking alone among the flowers and plants. What disturbed the Teacher of Womanly Arts was the surreptitious glances that Shamarra would occasionally make in the direction of the large tree in the corner of the garden. The tree that had first given young Selim, son of Rascheed, access to the harem. The tree in which Selim had been captured so that Shamarra could be born. A terrible thought occurred to Reyna and she moved quickly to a place beside her distracted student. She made no comment and neither did Shamarra; they merely continued the walk about the garden. Then, Shamarra's gaze slipped up to the big tree again. Reyna's voice broke the bird-song filled silence. "Even if you could make it up the tree, where would you go? What would you do?" She asked softly. Shamarra's perfectly made up face turned up at the taller woman, a resigned smile stealing over her mouth. "You don't have to worry, Reyna, I won't go. I gave my word. Since you have my Mother, my honor is all I have left of Selim. I probably would not go if you did not have my Mother, but to answer your question, there is no place for me out there. Nothing for me to do, except die." "Then that seems like a very poor choice, little one." She took Shamarra's arm and led her to the small table near the fountain. They sat and listened to the gurgling water in silence. "Tell me what is bothering you, little one." Reyna finally asked. Shamarra sighed. "The unknown, Reyna, and also the known. I know that I am being prepared to be given up to a man . . . . " she faltered for a moment and then pressed on, "for his use. I am afraid of that." Reyna took the small, manicured hand in hers. "The man is known to be gentle, little one." Reyna cringed inwardly at the necessary lie, but then forced herself to remain pleasant as she continued. "And he will do nothing to you that I have not done or had done to you." That at least was the truth, she thought, grimly remembering the girl's trial under Ali's cane. Tears welled up in Shamarra's eyes. "But. . . . but. ." Reyna squeezed gently on the hand she still held and raised one imperious brow in stern command. Shamarra broke. "But I love you." she whooshed out in a rush. Reyna was momentarily taken aback, but then smiled. It was a gentle smile that Shamarra had not seen very often in the preceding months. The older woman drew the girl closer and held her close. "And I have come to love you, little one. And I promise, nothing that we are going to ask of you will be beyond what you have learned. The Sultana, Ali and I will all protect you." "But what if I fail? What if I do something wrong? Won't you all be in danger, too? I couldn't bear it if you suffered because of something I did or did not do. That was why I was thinking of escape. It might be easier to die without having tried than to fail and still die knowing others died with you." "You will not fail, dear. I, Reyna, have personally trained you." she said with imperious arrogance. "You cannot help but succeed." The gambit had the effect Reyna had wanted. A watery giggle slipped from the girl. "Well, that certainly puts an end to that worry." She rested her head on Reyna's shoulder. "Still, I wish I knew more of what I am to do. It might not be so frightening, then." "The unknown is always frightening, Shamarra. Soon, the Sultana Valideh will tell you what you must do. I already know, but am sworn to secrecy. Trust me on this - you can do it and you will succeed." Shamarra raised her hand, still held in Reyna's own, up to her lips and kissed the older woman's hand. "It is so different, Reyna. Sometimes it is very difficult not to wish I had never seen that forsaken tree." "Different is not always bad, little one. What was so good about being Selim that you would go back to being him now?" Her tone indicated that she could not imagine anything could be. A sigh answered her. "I do not know, Reyna, and that is the problem. I have no idea what I would be doing or could be doing as Selim. My father used to end his daily prayers by giving thanks that he had been born a man and not a woman. It gives me cause to wonder." "Bah!" Reyna's epithet snapped Shamarra's head up in confusion. "He prayed that way because he was ignorant or afraid or both. Use your head, girl. What did Selim have that can possibly compare with what you have? Look at your clothes, your jewelry, your living space, even the girdle and breast baubles that imprison your sex. Did Selim ever have anything so fine, so rich? Selim would likely have died on the streets at an early age. I can think of nothing that Shamarra cannot do better than that . . . ." she searched for a strong enough word. "Boy!" Tentatively, Shamarra offered. "He could have children to carry on my father's line." Her hand went to the chastity about her waist. "I can neither father them, nor carry another man's seed." That told the older woman everything. She thought of Jenna, but knew that was not something the child should know of, not yet. "In that, my little one, you are correct. All I can say is, you must accept this destiny you have been given, and not wish too hard for things that are now forever beyond you. Do what you must for the Sultana, and live your new life well. I promise you this. What you are going to do is important, and may save many lives. If you cannot create life, take solace in protecting life." Reyna stood and left a confused Shamarra still sitting by the fountain. She did not think the girl would run, now, but she could not take the chance. She would go first to Ali and ensure that the watchers on the girl were more vigilant, and then she would go see the Sultana Valideh. It was time to take the next steps in their plan. End Part 4 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----