Message-ID: <17455eli$9811210438@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: RP: The Sultan's Heir 5 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: <365b214b.12707905@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 5: Final Tests "Today, you are to serve the noon meal to the Sultana and her guest." Reyna stated as she checked the girl's finery one last time. "She wants to see for herself how well you have learned your new womanly condition and how well you have learned your lessons on decorum and behavior." The stern school mistress was back in Reyna's tones, but Shamarra only smiled. She had long learned that, with the exception of that one time with the bastinado, the older woman's bark hid a very soft heart. "I will not shame you, Mistress." Shamarra said for the fifth time. "I will bring honor on your teaching of me." A single tear escaped Reyna's eye, cutting a kohl-black furrow through the rouge she used to emphasize her cheekbones. Jerkily, she fastened the gossamer veil and spun the girl about to push her in the direction of Leisha's apartments. "Just go." she said with a catch in her voice. When Shamarra turned to make sure her mentor was all right, the older woman all but bellowed. "GO!" Smiling brightly for Reyna's benefit, Shamarra went. The smile died as she entered into the Sultana's rooms. The Lady's maid servant immediately put her to work serving the mid day meal and generally waiting on the Sultana and the very pretty younger woman who was the Lady's guest. Throughout the meal, Shamarra spoke only when necessary and did her best to remain properly unobtrusive in the performance of her tasks. Strangely, the Sultana Valideh seemed to be doing her level best to put Shamarra on display. She insisted that the wine cups be filled almost after every sip the other lady took. Or that grapes be peeled for her guest. Or some other little task that forced Shamarra to be in close contact with the two women at table. Throughout the meal, Shamarra watched the guest become more and more agitated. The longer they sat, the less interested she became in the Sultana's polite conversation and gossip. Finally, she could restrain herself no longer. "Mother Leisha," she said, exasperation chilling her tones. "You said I would meet the one you propose for my lord's pleasure today. I must meet her, so that I can determine if she will stand out too much in my lord's harem and be discovered." Amusement lit the Lady's eyes and she delicately rinsed her hands and lips before reclining back on her divan. "Yes, I did promise you that, didn't I." A jerky nod answered her. "And so I have, Khumar-dear. This young lady," and the Sultana made a languid gesture in Shamarra's direction, "is the one that you wish to meet. She has been serving your food and drink for the past hour." Stunned shock evident on her face, Khumar stared at Shamarra in open mouthed disbelief. Then, disbelief hardened her lovely features and she turned to Leisha accusingly. "That is *not* a boy, Mother Leisha." A pleased laugh twinkled from Leisha. "Well, I must agree with you there, Khumar, but I assure you, she has all the male equipment beneath that lovely girdled chastity." Still seeing disbelief written on her daughter in law's face, Leisha beckoned the girl over to her. She removed a small key from a hidden pocket and undid the lock on the back of the girdle. The front grate fell free revealing Shamarra's male parts. Youth, sudden freedom from its prison and the presence of two such beautiful women had an immediate affect on Shamarra's penis - it hardened to full erection. Still not sure she believed the evidence of her eyes, Khumar leaned over the table for a closer look. She started to reach out and touch it, but stopped herself. "That. . . . is real?" she asked in wonder. "It really works?" "It is definitely real and I have proof that it works. However, you may see for yourself, if you wish." The soft hands reached out, one cupping the hairless scrotum and the other gripping the erection at its root. With sensuous ease and purpose, Khumar began to tease Shamarra. Idly, Leisha watched. Khumar's erotic skills were highly regarded among the ladies of the harem, and it was obvious to the Sultana that her reputation was well earned. A helpless groan of pleasure told her that little Shamarra thought so, too. "Do you permit her . . . release?" Khumar asked softly, not taking her eyes off Shamarra or stopping her ministrations. Chuckling, Leisha answered. "Not normally, but she has been a particularly good girl today, so if you wish to reward her for her service, you may." Khumar's movements changed instantly from subtle and teasing to direct and intent. Shamarra squealed girlishly as the older woman forced her to climax. Leisha was duly impressed by the thickness and quantity of the spending, but then, Reyna had not given the girl any relief in several weeks. Khumar caught the seed in her cupped palm and then pulled the girl down to kneel beside her. She held the palm in front of the girl's face. "Lick, girl. Clean my hand." she ordered imperiously. Submissively, and without hesitation, Shamarra bent her head to the task. Once she finished, Khumar stood and paid her addresses to Leisha. "I am convinced, Mother-Leisha. If the other part works as well as this little one does, then we may yet have a chance." "As I told you earlier, dear, the other part has already worked. We have only to choose the correct time." Khumar nodded. "As to that, I am very predictable. I was unclean ten days ago, so I am just now entering into my most fruitful time." "You realize that it make take several injections each fertile time and may not take the first try?" "I understand, Mother. As long as the device is not too large for me, it might even be. . . pleasurable." A sensual grin lit the lovely face. "Now, I must be off. Thank you for a most interesting meal." She patted the still kneeling Shamarra. "And thank you, little one. You are quite lovely." Leisha sat quietly for several minutes after the Khumar Khadin had left. Unsure what to do, Shamarra continued to kneel where she had been left, her male parts still hanging free of the chastity. Finally, Leisha roused herself and beckoned Shamarra over to her so she could relock the chastity. "Now, go sit down over there where Khumar sat, dear." The Sultana's voice was gentle, completely unlike the last time she had spoken to Shamarra. Unsure, the girl moved slowly over to the place vacated by Khumar and sat delicately. "Go ahead and eat, Shamarra. I am sure you are hungry." Confused, she hesitated. "EAT!" Leisha snapped. Shamarra ate. Leisha watched her as she fed herself. Even now, as off balance as she must be, and yes, as frightened as she must be, the girl remembered her manners. Reyna had done very well. It was almost time to tell the girl the whole truth, but first, one last test. "Shamarra?" she said quietly. Instantly, the girl put down the fig she had been nibbling and gave the Sultana her full attention. "Reyna will be here in a few moments. She is going to take you to meet someone. Someone who knows you, or at least, knew Selim, son of Rascheed and Mirrim. If that person does not recognize you, you will have passed all your tests. Whatever happens after this point, I promise you, will have no repercussions against your Mother. You will still be in danger, but I will do all in my power to protect you." The light lunch she had just eaten roiled in her stomach. "Yes, Lady." she answered wondering what else she *could* say. "I will do my best." Reyna entered at that moment and Leisha favored her friend with a smile before turning back to Shamarra. "Of that, little one, I have no doubts. Go with my blessings." With that, Shamarra stood and followed a silent Reyna out of the room. -------------- Reyna said nothing as she led the girl out into the oddly deserted gardens. The women of the harem usually took advantage of the cool breezes in the garden after the noon meal. Only two other women were visible in the garden. Shamarra realized that at least one of these women must be person she must fool. Pasting a happy smile on her face, she moved to lift her veil to cover her mouth only to have Reyna stop her. "You must pass this test unmasked, love. It is the only way we can take the chance of going further." Shamarra's smile faltered a moment as fear curled in her guts, but she fought that and won. Smile back in place, she moved gracefully toward the two women. One of the women had her back to Shamarra so she took the opportunity to examine the other woman. She was one of the loveliest women Shamarra had ever seen, which was saying a lot after almost two months living in the harem of the Great Sultan. Her body was magnificent and her hair that unusual color of gold that looks like liquid fire in the sunlight. Her eyes were almost purple. Her eyes were also empty. The look of childlike wonder on the girl's face was real. She was a babe in a woman's body. That meant that it was the other woman she had to meet. Quietly, Shamarra sat down next to the beautiful girl-woman, and said. "Hello. My name is Shamarra." The sound of Shamarra's voice and the happy giggle of the girl caught the other woman's attention. Smiling, she turned to see who was visiting her charge and Shamarra's insides turned to ice water. Her Mother. Mirrim, wife of Rascheed and Mother of Selim, looked her son-made-woman directly in the eye - and saw no one she recognized. "How do you do?" she asked in a voice that Shamarra had not heard in months and had thought never to hear again. "My name is Mirrim and this dear child is Jenna." Forcing her voice to work and to keep a feminine tone, Shamarra tried to smile. "I am Shamarra and this is my teacher, Lady Reyna. It is always a pleasure to meet such a lovely girl." Maternal pleasure flared across Mirrim's face. "She is lovely, isn't she? Through and through. God's gift in recompense for what she lost at birth, I think. The Sultana made me her guardian because my son was killed saving her when she inadvertently escaped the garden. Brigands killed him while he was returning her to safety." "You are very fortunate to have had such a son." Reyna spoke for the first time. She moved behind her charge, to bring Mirrim's attention back to Shamarra. Shamarra wanted to cringe, to run and hide, but she held her position and looked straight into the Mother's eyes. "Not to be impertinent, Lady Shamarra, but you look so familiar. Are you perhaps related to my late husband's family? They come from the eastern provinces." Gently, Shamarra shook her head. "No, Lady. My family is here in Constantinople." "Oh, well, an old woman's eyes are often fooled. If you will excuse us, it is time for this one to rest." And then she stood and led her protesting charge off toward the door to the harem. Shamarra sat there watching her. "She did not know me. I love her so much that I am doing this. . . this *thing* for her safety and well being and she does not even know me." Shamarra's voice cracked for a moment before she swallowed hard to continue. "My own mother did not know me, Reyna." Tears flowed down her cheeks. There was an aura of great sadness about her and Reyna hurt for her little student. "It is just as well, dear. Better than just as well. Now, come along. Jenna is not the only one who needs some rest, I think." And I will get Torack to give you a sleeping potion, Reyna thought. The girl had just had a painful shock, and too much thinking would be bad for her. Revelations Shamarra was again seated in the Sultana's rooms. Reyna had let her sleep herself out after administering Torack's sleeping draught to her. Once she had awoke, Reyna had dressed her and hustled her here where all the other members of the Sultana's conspiracy were gathered. The Lady had greeted her warmly, even giving her a hug before personally seating her at the table. "I trust you are well rested, dear?" she asked solicitously. When Shamarra could only nod, Leisha smiled. "You did very well yesterday, you know. And I will keep my word to you." "Thank you, Lady." was all she could say in reply. "Ali, we will begin tonight. Please see to any final preparations you and Torack require. Reyna and I will see to Shamarra." The two brothers bowed and quietly left the room. Reyna followed them to the door and then closed and secured it. She then came and sat down beside Shamarra, taking her hand in hers. Leisha saw the girl clutch at the offered support and wished again that it was not necessary. Sighing, she chided herself for procrastination and began to speak. "Shamarra, it is time for you to know what this is all about. As you may know, my son is the heir apparent to the Great Sultan, my lord husband. Unfortunately, although my son has had his own khadins and any concubine he might wish for more than ten years, he has yet to father a child, let alone an heir. My husband is concerned for the Empire and afraid that my son is incapable of fathering his own heir. Thus, a few months ago, he said that if my son does not get one of his women with child in a year, he would be disinherited in favor of another of his sons." The anger flared again in Leisha's heart and her voice trembled. husband. Unfortunately, although my son has had his own khadins and any concubine he might wish for more than ten years, he has yet to father a child, let alone an heir. My husband is concerned for the Empire and afraid that my son is incapable of fathering his own heir. Thus, a few months ago, he said that if my son does not get one of his women with child in a year, he would be disinherited in favor of another of his sons." The anger flared again in Leisha's heart and her voice trembled. She took a sip from her cup before continuing. "This other son is a weakling who will lead the Empire into disasters, and bring great suffering on the people. So my son must father a child." Shamarra nodded her understanding, and Leisha continued. "Unfortunately, my son will never father a child on a woman because my son has no interest in women. He can only take pleasure with young boys. That, my dear, is where you come in. You will go to my son as a woman, and love him as a boy. You will milk him of his seed and give it to Torack who will use it to impregnate Khumar." "As a boy, Lady?" Shamarra asked, not sure she understood. After all this training, she was to be a boy for the next Sultan? A sad smile formed on the Sultana Valideh's face. "My son has agreed to be milked of his seed each night before the actual lovemaking provided you please him and provided he can have you the remainder of each night. That is why you have been trained so extensively in the amorous arts, my dear." "How will I do the milking? I am not even sure what that entails." "Torack will collect his seed, little one. You have only to use those lovely hands and lips to make my son spurt it into Torack's bowl. Then you will make love as my son desires as long as he desires." Reyna broke in at this point. "Shamarra, remember your second day behind the veil of the purdah? When Ali beat your feet?" Shamarra cringed and nodded. "The Sultana's son is very fond of the bastinado as a punishment for those who cross him. We did that to you so you would know what faced you if" and her mind added the word "when" in unvoiced dis -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----