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Overseer of the Harem Ch. 01

By: SexyGeek



CHAPTER ONE -- PREPARING THE MASTER'S WIFE

Bagoas strode confidently though the courtyard of the Taourirt Kasbah. He was a powerful personage in this Palace. Physically powerful, because he was careful to keep fit by exercise, unlike many of his peers; mentally powerful, because his youthful experience had hardened his mind until now concentration and focus came to everything he did; monetarily powerful, since in a world where a single gold piece represented riches to most men, his clothes jingled with several pieces of gold; and in a powerful position in the household of a powerful man.

He left the courtyard at an extremely ornate door, carved and painted by master artists, and with the Hand of Fatima in its center. Ascending a flight of stone stairs, he came to another ornate door. Two guards with large scimitars snapped to attention as Bagoas approached and opened the door. Passing in, Bagoas was in a lavish chamber, decorated with hangings woven of camel's hair and silk. Beautifully embroidered pillows littered the floor. On four sides of the chamber were archways, two of them hung with tasseled curtains. The side on the East, closest to Mecca, had a lattice work door in front of its curtain.

Bagoas clapped his hands twice commandingly. Quickly the curtains covering the two archways were pulled back, and in each stood a beautiful girl clad in a long clinging gown. One was Saiesha, a black Abyssinian beauty whose white teeth flashed behind her dark lips. The other was Maria, a fiery Spanish girl with light brown skin, long black hair, long black eyelashes, and flashing black eyes.

Bagoas, indeed, was in the harem of the Governor of Ouarzazate, an important desert Oasis of the Moors. This meant, of course, that he was like the guards at the door, a eunuch. These days he never lamented what he had lost when he was less than 10 years old, because he knew that giving up his balls had brought him to his position of power as Overseer of the Governor's harem. Women of beauty meant nothing to him, power meant everything, so he was careful to serve Governor Glaoui's every need.

"The Governor has important guests for dinner tonight, praise Allah," he intoned. " You slave girls must prepare the Governor's wife to appear at the dinner." Both girls pressed their hands together and bowed to Bagoas respectfully. Saiesha's clinging white gown, and Maria's red one, had low cut necklines that showed off their breasts prettily as they bowed, but Bagoas cared nothing for that.

He turned to the lattice door, and tapped respectfully on it. The curtain behind it was pulled aside and the Governor's wife stood behind the lattice. She was a tall dark Moorish beauty. Her name was Durrah, the Pearl. The large dowry the Governor had sent to her father, as well as her stunning good looks, caused the Governor to call her his Pearl of Great Price. Like the slavegirls she was dressed in a clinging gown, but hers was of saffron color trimmed with gold braid. "My lady, the Governor requires your presence to meet his guests at dinner," he said, bowing low as he did so.

Durrah swung aside the lattice and stepped into the central room. "Then the slaves shall help me prepare," she said. Both slave girls dropped to the floor giving her deep obeisance. Had a true man ever penetrated to the harem (which would have cost him his life) he would have noticed that the open necks of their gowns fell down showing the round mounds of their naked breasts beautifully, and kneeling down also pulled the gowns taut over their butts displaying them to great advantage. But alas, they would never see a man in here, and Bagoas did not even notice their womanly charms.

The Pearl stepped imperiously into the center of the room. Without giving a moment's thought to Bagoas, she slid her robe down over her shoulders, displaying her large round breasts, and then dropped it to the floor. As the Moors preferred she had a bit of roundness to her belly, and below that her pubic mound plucked clean of hair lying over her dark slit. The slave girls took her hands and assisted her to lie face down on the pillows.

They then took up pots of unguents scented with precious myrrh and began to rub them into her body. One girl knelt on each side of the Pearl, and started massaging her neck, then her shoulders, then her back with the precious scent. They worked down almost to the mounds of her behind, and then moved down to massage her feet, then work up her legs past the knees and along the thighs. Reaching the cheeks of her ass they rubbed the unguent over the mounds, and then carefully down into the crack so even that place smelled sweet. Bagoas chuckled inwardly as he saw their fingers gently touch the rear part of the Pearl's pussy slit. He knew she had done nothing except share dinner with her master for some days, and wise in the ways of the harem women he knew she would be feeling building sexual tension. If the slave girls pleasured their mistress a tiny bit it was none of his concern.

One of the girls touched the Pearl's shoulder lightly, and the Arabian lady rolled over for the remainder of the unguent. Thus relaxed on the pillows she displayed her female charms in great beauty, from her full round breasts with their dark nipple tips, down over her rounded belly to the soft clean pubic mound, and the top of her dark female lips between her full thighs. It was enough to drive any man wild, but no man except her husband would ever see it. Bagoas was less affected by the sight than the slave girls were.

This time the slave Saiesha leaned over the Pearl's head and began massaging her shoulders. Saiesha's gown again fell forward to expose most of her full black tits this way, but only Maria noticed it. Maria meantime began at her mistress' feet and worked upward. They glanced at each other, and subtly timed their work so that Saiesha was rubbing the precious salve into the Pearl's breasts as Maria reached the top of her thighs. Bagoas watched impassively as each of them touched the proper spots, Saiesha rolling the nipples while Sara gently rubbed the pussy lips. Durrah stretched sinuously to meet their attentions. Bagoas shifted his position slightly so the gold coins on his clothes jangled together. The slavegirls quickly removed their hands and stood up, bending over to help their mistress arise.

This awkward action showed all of them to great advantage, had there been a man to watch. The two slaves displayed their butts behind the thin cloth as they bent,and their breasts drooped down as their hands reached out to grasp their mistress' hands. She in turn spread her legs and bent her knees to help her arise, spreading her pussy lips wide as she pushed up with her thighs. None of the women bothered with the graceful ways they had been taught when they were in front of only Bagoas.

The Governor's wife now stood tall and beautiful in her nudity. The slave girls picked up containers of fine powder. With brushes of the softest camel's hair they began to gently dust it over the Pearl turning the skin glistening from the unguent into a pure soft glow. As the brushes caressed her tits and teased her nipples the Pearl closed her eyes and enjoyed it. Then the brushes swept down over her round belly and lightly touched her pubic mound. She spread her thighs to receive the brushes, which stroked her upper thighs and then gently moved back and forth over the dark lips of her pussy. Bagoas leaned forward to watch this treatment, purely with a professional look to see it done correctly.

Saiesha, skilled with the dark cosmetic known as kohl, outlined the Pearl's large black eyes so they shone even darker. Then she brushed a light red powder on the woman's cheekbones. Next a chamois cloth was dipped in a carmine paste and it was gently applied to her lips, making them appear full and wide. Maria now took the chamois and dipped it in the carmine again, and gently painted the Pearl's nipples with it. Finally she touched the woman's pubic mound, silently asking her to spread her legs, and used the chamois lightly to tint the dark lips with a red sheen. The Pearl shuddered a bit as she felt the cloth over her pussy. Bagoas nodded in approval, thinking that she was now in a fine state of sexual tension to please his master after dinner.

The slaves now brought forward her dinner gown, a very expensive dress made from silk brought all the way from China. It was light green in color which complimented her dark skin and hair, and set off the redness of her lips. They slipped it over her head, then brought her broad cloth-of-gold belt and strapped it around her waist. Next a cord made of the soft hide of a young camel and dyed a light golden color was draped around her neck. Crossing it between her breasts and tying it around her waist separated her boobs and pulled the silk tight against them so the nipples stood out and their carmine makeup could be slightly seen through the thin fabric. The dress clung tight to her hips, accenting the roundness of her ass, then flared out prettily as it fell almost to the floor, leaving only her small feet exposed. She stepped into sandals studded with silver, and turned to Bagoas with a slight nod. Bagoas came forward with her veil. The Governor was obedient to the word of Allah and saw to it she never appeared in public unveiled, but his vanity ensured that the small veil was made of the sheerest black material, so that it did not truly hide her amazing beauty but perhaps just emphasized it.

Extending his arm, he escorted her out of the harem, which she was only permitted to leave under his powerful protection and supervision. They went down the stairs and across the courtyard, where a large set of double doors made of rare woods and beautifully inlaid marked the Governor's reception chamber. However, Bagoas took his mistress to a smaller door painted with elaborate designs, and they entered a small chamber with a comfortable chair and a low stool in it. Seating the Governor's wife in the chair, Bagoas sat down on the stool. In front of him at his eye level, a panel of semi transparent lacy material had been worked into the design of the door. He knew that from the other side it was only a portion of the complex pattern. Looking in, he saw Governor Glaoui seated on pillows covered with carpets, and on each side of him one of his important guests from Rabat, the capital of the nation. No lesser guests would have been joined by the principal wife at dinner. Bagoas then quietly opened the inner door and stepped out to stand silent where the Governor could see him. 

Soon, the Governor said, "My friends, tonight my beloved wife Durrah, my Pearl of Great Price, will dine with us." The guests murmured their thanks at the honor he was doing them, and he nodded at Bagoas. The eunuch threw open the door and The Pearl regally entered the room. Her chair was set some distance from the guests, as was appropriate, and Bagoas took up his position behind it. 

The Governor clapped his hands for the meal to begin. As the mistress of the house was in the chamber, the only servants permitted in were the junior eunuchs of the household. Bagoas had spent the afternoon drilling them in their duties and he was happy to see they remembered their manners perfectly. Although the three men dipped their hands into a common dish, the eunuchs brought the lady's food to her table and handed it to Bagoas, who personally laid it in front of her. She only nibbled at the meal, not wanting to soil her veil or disturb the carmine on her lips.

After the meal, the Governor said, "My lovely wife, we are all honored by your presence. Bagoas, take care of my wife." At these words, Bagoas extended his arm to The Pearl and let her through the small door into the antechamber. Both of them had clearly heard what the Governor said. If his words had been, "Escort her back to her quarters," the evening would have been over for her. But the Governor's words instead told both of them that he expected her to return to him when the guests had left. The both sat down and waited. Bagoas put his eye to the peephole. He could hear faintly, but he heard both of the dignitaries from Rabat praising the wife's beauty and grace. 

The Governor was highly complimented that he had pleased them, and replied, "Praise Allah the Beneficent, the Merciful, he has truly blessed me with that woman. Her beauty, her grace and her honor are known throughout my Province." Then, after kissing each guest on the cheek, he had the servants escort them to their quarters.

Now being alone in the elegant chamber, he turned to look directly at Bagoas' peephole. Of course, he knew all about it, and knew Bagoas and Durrah were waiting in the anteroom. He nodded slightly in that direction. Bagoas turned and extended his hand to the Pearl. As she stood up, he checked to see that she was carefully attired. Her fine silk dress still fell in delicate folds about her body, her breasts stood up between the crossing of the golden cord, and their nipples pressed forward through the thin fabric. Behind the light green silk the carmine on her nipples could be faintly seen. Since she was returning to her husband, she let the thin veil drop off her face. Her eyes outlined with kohl and her lips brightened with carmine emphasized her beautiful countenance to its utmost. To any man she was a tantalizing sight. To Bagoas, she excited nothing but his professional care.

He opened the door and led her before the Governor. Bowing deeply to his master, he gave him her hand and retired discreetly to the anteroom. Once there he put his eyes to the peephole as was his duty. The Governor pulled his wife toward him, and Bagoas saw his eyes scanning her beauty. She was unveiled, leaving her reddened full lips close to his. He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue sinking deeply into her mouth. Then he pulled her down onto the pillows, her firm ass landing in his lap. He pushed her head down to one side, her legs extended to the other so she was spread across his lap. Her tits were invitingly just in front of his left hand and he reached out to caress them, squeezing gently, rolling his hand around, and pressing the nipples through the soft cloth. His right hand meantime rolled around her round belly, and then down onto her female mound and between her legs, again rubbing through the soft cloth.

He pulled her dress up over her long legs, exposing her thighs which he caressed lightly. His hand moved up, pushing the dress up ahead of it and soon showed her hairless crotch and the lips of her pussy. His hand probed them, finding them wet and responsive. With his other hand he pushed the dress off her shoulder, revealing one of her large round boobs with its carmine tip to his gaze. He delighted in rubbing this mound too. Soon he swung her up and to one side, so that he could pull up his robe and free his cock from its cover. Bagoas knew his master was well armed in this area, and he saw the cock throbbing in need. Motioning his wife to stand up, he loosened her belt and her dress dropped to the floor. He stood also, throwing off his robe. He pulled her to him, rubbing against her tightly. and then by gently putting his hand on her head indicated that he wanted her to go down.

Bagoas reflected that his combination of command and respect toward sex with his wife was also a mark of his politics, and had probably raised him to the high position he held. Idly Bagoas wondered which came first in forming his approach. Returning to his peephole, Bagoas watched with professional interest as the Pearl worked her way down her husband's body. First, her tongue flicked over his nipples, then licked on down his chest and across his belly. As she approached his upright cock, she cradled his balls in one hand and pushed up slightly so the stiff rod stood out at an angle which she could easily find with her carmine tinted lips. As she ran her tongue around the circumcised head of his cock, Bagoas was impressed at her skill.

Of course, he had not been able to give her any of the training that he passed on to the slave girls. Without personal experience, but with the vast store of knowledge he had received from older eunuchs as he was trained, he taught the slave girls many little tricks in pleasuring a man. Bagoas knew that the Pearl had acquired some of this knowledge by reflection. When the slave girls pleased the master with some special technique of the tongue or the pussy, the master in turn would demand the same from his wife, and she benefited in this manner from Bagoas' instruction to the slaves.

He saw her kissing gently the head of her husband's cock, then taking it softly into her lips only to the rim left by his circumcision. By going on and off repeatedly, she heightened his sensitivity and made him force his hips toward her, driving his cock deeper into her mouth and pressing the back of her head toward him until his large member was entirely swallowed. Bagoas nodded approvingly when he saw that she was rolling her tongue around inside her mouth to give her partner more enjoyment.

The Governor pulled his cock out of her mouth, and taking her by the chin raised her up until her firm tits surrounded his organ. She pressed them together from the outside, and moving them up and down stimulated him even more. He moved his hips forward and back in that pleasant valley for a bit. Then he pulled away from her, and dropped down to the pillows where he lay on his back with his masterful rod straight up into the air. She dropped down too, between his legs, and once again caught his cock in her mouth. For a few minutes she gave it deep strokes, then moved higher so that her round boobs were rubbing it. First she brushed it lightly with her nipples, then pushed the firm mounds down around it and moved up and down. Finally, she moved up more and straddled him, so that the dark lips of her pussy were right over the head of his cock.

He did not immediately plunge into her, but waited while she slowly lowered herself to just engage the tip of his cock with her lower lips. From his position, Bagoas could see how her round buttocks contracted as she held the pose for a bit, then began to twist her ass from side to side making her pussy revolve on the head of her husband's cock. Slowly then she started to move it up and down, up and down, a bit faster, a bit faster until she was riding him as he would ride a fine Arabian stallion across the desert. Her lord and master reached up to grab her full tits as she rode, squeezing and rubbing them more and more intensely. Bagoas could see his hips rise to meet her as her pussy came down, and in fine rhythm they acted together. 

Suddenly the Governor grasped her hips forcing himself deep into her wet depths. She wiggled her hips and Bagoas knew, for he had trained the slave girls carefully, that she had learned from them to clench her love muscles around her husband's cock as he came. Governor Glaoui cried out, "Bismallah!" as he shot his excitement into her. Then his head fell back and he lay still. 

The beautiful Pearl raised herself off of him, her dripping pussy showing that she had had her enjoyment also. "My lord," she said, "may Allah the just, the all powerful, grant us a son from this night's work. The moon is right and I felt my womb contract as you spent your seed. All the signs are good." 

The Governor sighed and said, "From your mouth to Allah's ear. There is no God but Allah, and Mohammed is his Prophet. Grant that He send us a son."

The Pearl picked up his robe from where he had cast it, and helped him into it. At this sign Bagoas appeared discreetly from the anteroom, and the Pearl extended her hand to him. The Governor nodded, and Bagoas led her from the room. In the anteroom she put her dress back on, and clasped the gold belt. Bagoas then led her back to the harem. Passing the eunuchs on guard, he entered the harem chamber. Both the slave girls were reclining on the pillows. Knowing by the late hour that their mistress had enjoyed the Governor's bed, they both sprang to their feet and bowed low to her. Then, as they had been trained by Bagoas, they led her to the pillows and made a taller pile for her hips. She stretched out on the pillows, with her hips elevated well above her head. 


Overseer of the Harem Ch. 10



Bagoas sat in the shade of a tree in the central courtyard of the Taourirt Kasbah in the desert of Morocco. He was a large person, well muscled due to his frequent exercise. Near him sat his body servant and protege, Hamid, just turned 18 and learning his trade. Hamid was fortunate to be apprenticed to such an important person as Bagoas, for Bagoas was Master of the Harem for Governor Glaouri. Someday Hamid aspired to such a high position himself. This meant, of course, that both Bagoas and Hamid were eunuchs. Their only path to power was through the favor of the Governor. Bagoas was careful to preserve his standing in order to enhance his power.

His face was impassive as he sat under the tree, but his mind was deep in careful thought. Things had not been the same recently in the Harem, and he sought the reason why. Only a few days ago, as told in Ch. 9, there had been a terrible scene when Durrah, the Pearl of Great Price, wife of the Governor, had flown into a fury and whipped the slave girls mercilessly. Something was clearly wrong between Durrah and the Governor to send her into such a mood. But Bagoas had no idea what it was, and his mind was troubled to know how it might affect him and his position in the palace.

As he pondered his options, a slave came and bowed before him. "Master Bagoas, His Excellency will see you."

Bagoas got to his feet. Often at this hour of the morning he would consult with the Governor regarding a choice of girls for the evening's pleasure. He entered the Governor's office, bowed low, and said, "May Allah the Fashioner of Forms bless Your Excellency with all good things."

The Governor looked deeply at Bagoas for a moment. Bagoas wondered what he was thinking about so seriously. Then, waving his hand as if to dispel troubling thoughts, the Governor simply said, "Bagoas, prepare all three of my harem slaves to serve me in one hour."

Bagoas hid his surprise. The Governor was not a young man, and he was a person of fixed habits. Each evening he called either for his wife, or for one of the slaves. Each evening he took his pleasure, as the Quran allows. Then he sent the girl back to the harem and went to bed.

But three girls, and not his wife, and in the morning? Never had he taken pleasure in this way before. Was there some reason for this? Did it somehow relate to the troubles in the harem? Bagoas' mind was in a whirl but he carefully held his face impassive as he bowed and murmured, "As you say, it shall be done, Excellency."

He walked across the courtyard deep in thought. As he passed the tree he waved to Hamid, who followed him in silence, but full of curiosity. Passing the armed eunuchs on guard, Bagoas and his apprentice climbed the stairs to the harem.

The central room, hung with tapestries and furnished with low pillows, was empty. Bagoas imperiously clapped his hands twice. There were stirrings behind three of the curtains. Bagoas, in a calm but commanding voice, said, "What, still dozing? Quickly, quickly, there is business to do."

One by one the three slaves emerged from behind their curtains, a bit disheveled but doing their best to appear attractive. The first out was Saiesha, the dark Abyssinian girl. Since her hair was braided into rows of wheat, she did not need to worry about arranging it. She had thrown on her gown of clinging stuff, which dipped low in front to show much of her large boobs, and accentuated the wide spread of her hips. Next was Maria, the fiery Spanish beauty. Her black hair showed signs of having been hastily brushed and was still standing wild around her face. Her pointed tits strained at the thin fabric of her gown.

Finally the third curtain parted and the newest slave girl, Brigette, emerged. She was a small girl of white skin and red hair, the prize of the Governor's harem. She said she came from the far country of Ire-land. Bagoas had purchased her from the notorious Barbary Pirates, and she realized that life in the Governor's harem was far preferable to being a toy of the pirates. Her green gown clung to her small tits and the tiny buds of her nipples pressed through it.

"Quickly," ordered Bagoas, "prepare to serve the Governor. We have but an hour. Hamid, assist them."

The girls looked at him in surprise. Hamid rushed to the chests along the wall and began taking out precious ointments and scents. Then he turned to the girls and said, "You heard the Master. Quickly, drop your gowns!"

This new tone of command in the apprentice seemed to amuse the girls. Quickly each loosened the top of her gown and dropped it to her feet. Hamid regarded them with a professional eye. Of course he felt no stirring in his loins at their nudity. To him it was merely a tool of his trade.

He examined Saiesha, and saw a beauty with shining black skin. Her teeth flashed white behind large lips. Her magnificent melons bore large round nipples of a mahogany color. Her belly was rounded, just to the taste of the Moorish men. Her clean shaven pubic mound swelled between her legs, and the dark lips of her pussy protruded from it. Her long legs were plumb and well shaped. She was a fine specimen of the Abyssinian slaves who were very popular in Morocco.

Next Hamid regarded Maria. The fiery Spanish girl was thinner than Saiesha, but still possessed of fine pointed tits and a small rounded belly. Her skin was bronze color and her pubic mound was smooth and sat above large protruding pussy lips.

Finally he looked at Brigette, the newest and youngest slave. He had helped her accept her fate, and adapt to life in the harem, and there was a sort of special bond between them. This girl was exotic for the Moroccan desert. Few had ever seen a girl with skin so white, small tits topped with such rosebud confections, a small firm white belly with a little sunken navel, and especially the nest of fine red hair which stood above her pink pussy lips. She was the only unshaven girl in the Governor's harem, although some Moorish men liked unshaven slaves because of the contrast with the Muslim women who all carefully plucked their pubic hairs.

"Let me inspect your flowers," demanded Hamid. Bagoas smiled at the progress his shy apprentice was making. The girls obediently went to a bench and put one foot up on it, thus opening their pussies for Hamid. He tested the first two girls in the age old way of eunuchs. As he had absolutely no beard, his cheeks were soft and smooth. Rubbing them against the girl's pussy enabled him to assure himself that the pubic mound was totally hairless and smooth also. First at Saiesha, and then at Maria, he pronounced himself satisfied.

Brigette, of course, did not get this test. Instead Hamid gently ran his hand over her soft hair, merely making sure that it was neatly trimmed. Softly he ran a finger over her slit and caressed her clit for just a second, flashing her a small smile as he did so. Although he could not take pleasure himself, he knew what the girls enjoyed. Brigette smiled back at him in her winning way.

He stepped back and nodded. The each girl picked up a pot of unguent and began to prepare each other. Saiesha and Maria, from long practice, knew just what to do. Each rubbed the precious scent into the others body, covering the belly, then softly caressing the boobs with the smooth stuff. Turning one at a time they rubbed it into the others butt, and then turning once again they finished by massaging it into the smooth pubic mound and over the pussy lips. It was clear that each of them took some pleasure from this. Bagoas was one of those harem masters who believed that letting the girls reach a state of sexual tension made them better at their duties.

It fell to Hamid to anoint Brigette. He did it with loving care, not only as a professional duty but because of his affection for the young slave girl. He smoothed the ointment carefully over her belly and then her small tits, caressing the pink nipples gently as he did. Then he rubbed it into the small firm cheeks of her ass, letting his finger penetrate to her nether hole and rubbing that well so it would be good smelling should the Governor choose to enter that way. Finally he softly caressed the tops of her thighs and worked his way to little pink pussy, rubbing a finger into the slit and rolling her clitoris around just a bit. Bagoas noticed the special attention he gave the little Irish slave and smiled.

Bagoas was not sure just what the Governor planned, so he selected clothes for the girls carefully. Saiesha he directed to don her belly dance costume. It was a tight top which pushed her tits together and gave her a deep cleavage, jingling with coins. Below she wore transparent pajamas and a broad gold belt which supported a loincloth of blue fabric.

Maria donned a long red skirt of semi transparent material, slashed up each side so her long legs flashed out of it as she walked. Around her boobs she wrapped a long white scarf of thin material. A tortoise shell comb and a bright flower held her long hair up.

Bagoas hesitated over how to dress the Irish girl. Finally he simply offered her a tunic which was made in two pieced, tied only at her shoulders and at her waist. Her smooth white sides and shoulders were thus well displayed, and her white legs moved gently below it.

Bagoas was regarding the girls with approval when he heard the sound he had been dreading. The lattice in the fourth doorway was being drawn back. Turning, he saw the Governor's wife, Durrah, the Pearl of Great Price, standing in the doorway.

"Bagoas," she asked imperiously, "what is the meaning of all this activity so early in the morning?"

Gulping, Bagoas replied, "His Excellency has need of these three slaves, My Lady."

"What?" questioned the Pearl. "He sends for three miserable slaves and not for his true wife? How dare he, you fool of an eunuch?"

"My Lady, in the name of Allah the Gentle, I know it not. I obey the orders I receive," murmured Bagoas, hoping to turn away wrath.

"Before you allow the girls to go into him, tell him that I must talk to him at once, Bagoas. Do not fail me in this!" she practically screamed.

Bagoas bowed deeply and said, "My Lady, it shall be done without fail as you say."

Durrah glared at Bagoas, then at the three girls, and then gave a poisonous look to Hamid. Then she retired into her chamber.

Quickly, Bagoas and Hamid swathed the three girls in heavy black veils and robes and hurried them across the courtyard. They entered a small door to the side of the main audience chamber. The girl's veils were removed and the sat on the floor of the small chamber. Hamid took up a low stool, and Bagoas seated himself in a chair by the opposite wall. Here there was a door, and it held a tapestry decoration. One small spot in the tapestry was open and covered with a thin transparent mesh. Bagoas could thus look into the next room, but from the other side it appeared as just part of the design.

Soon Bagoas saw the Governor dismiss the petty chief he had been talking to. Then His Excellency turned toward the hidden door and motioned with his hand. Bagoas slipped through the door and approached him. Bagoas bowed low, but before he could speak, the Governor abruptly said, "Bagoas, my mind needs entertainment as my body needs pleasure. Are the girls ready to dance for me?"

"Indeed, Your Excellency. You know well Saiesha's skills as a belly dancer, and the fiery dance of the Spanish girl. I regret that your newest slave is as yet untrained in the dance," the harem master replied.

"Then she must be my comfort as the others dance, Bagoas. And that boy of yours, how is he doing?" inquired the Governor.

"He fares very well, sir. Some day he will be a full fledged harem eunuch of great skill and knowledge," Bagoas replied.

"It is well. Today let him do his duties. He can remain in the eunuch's chair while the girls serve me. You must take some well deserved rest," said the Governor calmly.

"My lord..." began Bagoas.

"Yes, indeed. I believe you have a favorite seat in the shade under a tree in the courtyard. Go there now, Bagoas, and sit down and relax. Relax well, my harem master. Let no one call you from your rest except me. Do you understand me well? Remain calm and repose in your seat under the tree until I call for you myself."

Bagoas was bemused at these strange orders, but he bowed low and said, "So may Allah, the Strong, the Steadfast, let it be, Your Excellency."

He backed out of the chamber, and held a whispered discussion with Hamid. Hamid led the girls through the door, and Bagoas, filled with misgivings, retired to his seat under the tree.

Hamid, amazed at the boon that had been bestowed on him, but shaking under his new responsibility, shooed the three girls through the door. Lining them up in front of the Governor, he bowed low but was afraid to say a single word.

"Hamid, your charges are well prepared, I see. You have done your duty well. Take the eunuch's chair," he said. Hamid, gratified that the Governor addressed him by name. moved to the curtained alcove where a chair was prepared. Here he was unobtrusive but could observe all that went on.

"I wish to be entertained this morning, to relieve my mind and give it peace. You shall dance for me. There is no music but the rhythm should be in your head. You," he pointed at Brigette, "come here with me. Let us have the belly dance first."

Brigette knelt on the cushions next to him, gracefully as she had been taught. He slid a hand through the open side of her tunic and lightly caressed her small breast. Not sure what to do, she reached out a hand toward his crotch under the robe, and found his rod already beginning to harden there.

Saiesha swirled into the middle of the room and began the classic belly dance of all the East. Back and forth she went, and as she came forward always bent over so her massive cleavage seemed ready to spill in his face. Soon she leaned into him, and opened the clasp of her top. It slid down over her melons, revealing her dark areolae and nipples. She shook them at him and then pulled his head between them so they made soft pillows on each side of his face. Brigette watched all this with interest, and as Saiesha danced away felt the Governor untie her shoulder strap so her small pink boob was in his hand.

Saiesha swirled around the room, her large boobs swaying back and forth. Brigette felt the Governor's cock getting harder and pressing against the fabric of his robe. Now Saiesha loosened the string of her transparent pajamas and they fell away, leaving her clad only in the broad belt and thin loin cloth. She danced back toward the Governor and straddled him, her pussy just at his head level. She rubbed the thin cloth against his face and then slid down causing her belly to slide over his face and them lose it in her boobs. Brigette barely had time to get her hand off his cock as Saiesha's pussy began to rub it.

Now she danced away again. She swiveled her hips and the back of the loincloth swung each way, showing delicious flashes of her round black ass as it did. Now she pulled that portion out entirely and her twin moons beckoned as she bent over and briefly flashed the dark lips of her pussy through her legs. She moved back to the Governor, kneeling in front of him so he could grab both her butt cheeks in his hands and pull her belly to his face. She took one hand and put the remaining part of the loin cloth in it, then she stood up and slowly backed away. He pulled the loincloth until it suddenly fell away, leaving her pussy exposed beneath the heavy belt.

Saiesha swayed back and forth, thrusting the pussy toward him and away from him. His hand moved under Brigette's thin robe and found her small round ass and began caressing it. With his other hand, he lifted his robe and Brigette got the hint, pulling it up until his cock was exposed. It danced in the air, so she grabbed it and began to rub up and down.

Now Saiesha danced closer again, straddling his hips and letting her pussy lower toward his stiff rod. Brigette removed her hand to let Saiesha's wet pussy begin to rub back and forth over the dark cock. She never let it enter her, but only took the very tip between the dark lips. Soon she arose, and danced back into the middle of the floor. Bending forward she displayed her broad ass, and reached between her legs to insert two fingers into her pussy.

Seeing the cock throbbing once again, Brigette took it in her hand and began to lightly tickle the tip of it with her tongue. She knew the opening in the end is exquisitely sensitive so she ran her tongue over that softly. Now Saiesha saw Maria moving toward the dance floor so she retired, shaking her boobs to let Maria perform.

Maria had the thin shawl wrapped over her boobs, and that almost transparent red skirt which showed her ass off through it, but was just dark enough to make her pussy slightly hidden. She came out swirling which made the skirt billow out and show her bronze legs to good effect. Dancing wildly, she let the scarf slip off her boobs for a moment and then cover them again, repeating it as she swirled. The Governor had now completely opened Brigette's tunic so she shrugged out of it. Her lips found the ridge on his cock which was the scar of his circumcision. She had learned that this spot is very sensitive in Muslim men, although she did not remember it was so in the uncircumcised boys of Ireland. She sucked up and down, letting her lips tickle that ridge, and felt the master reply with thrusts of his hips.

Maria now had the shawl over her head and each time she spun around her pointed boobs with the hard nipples flashed. Slower and slower she spun, and closer to the Governor she approached, until she was close enough to lean over him and let her boobs droop toward his face. He pulled her to him and, one at a time, sucked hard on the large pointed nipples. Meantime Brigette took his cock deeper into her mouth and moved it in and out more rapidly.

The Maria danced away again, twirling so fast that her skirt rose enough to display the cheeks of her ass and her shaven pussy as she spun. Watching this, the Governor pulled Brigette into his lap, turning her over so her pussy was just at his side, and began to rub it softly. Brigette knew that the juices of her pussy would be adding their smell to the perfume trapped in her red pubic hair and she knew this scent enticed men. She maneuvered so that his finger carried the juices up into the hair each stroke.

Now Maria lifted the filmy skirt over her head, and pulled off. Instead of spinning now she began to sway, opening her legs wider each time so her pussy was spread more and more. The Governor increased the speed and depth of penetration of his fingers in Brigette's pussy. He motioned with his hand and Saiesha and Maria both came down onto the pillows too.

Hamid was watching from his chair, growing more and more amazed at the performance. He had seen each of the girls perform alone, but never together. True, they had once serviced the Governor's soldiers together, but that sweaty orgy was not to be compared to this service of their master.

Hamid saw the Governor still fingering Brigette, while Saiesha rubbed her boobs over his head and thrust her nipples into his mouth. Maria meantime was between his legs, rubbing her firm ass over his cock rhythmically. His other hand grasped one of her boobs and was pulling the nipple. Then with some sense of timing, they all turned. Brigette put her mouth back on his cock, Maria thrust her pussy into his face, and Saiesha presented her broad ass to him to spank. Striking blows at her ass, thrusting into Brigette's mouth, and penetrating Maria's pussy made a rhythm almost like a dance.

Once again the girls moved as if on signal. Now his finger was in Brigette's nether hole which she was glad Hamid had perfumed. Saiesha climbed into his lap and took his cock deep inside her while her ass was toward him. Maria knelt with her back to him, her butt rubbing against his arm as he reached between her legs to finger her cunt. Hearing him breathing more rapidly each girl began swiveling her hips so he was presented with the view of a small white ass, a broad black ass, and a tight bronze ass all moving and clenching. 




Overseer of the Harem Ch. 10



He cried out and thrust hard into each of them, shooting himself into Saiesha's depths and pulling each of the others hard against him. Then he lay back and slowly caressed each round butt cheek in turn, breathing slowly.

Hamid came forward and held out his hand to raise each of the girls. Brigette gently pulled down the Governor's robe. Then they all went out into the side room. As they left, the Governor called, "Hamid, have your master come to me."

Quickly Hamid swathed the three exhausted girls in their heavy robes and took them into the courtyard. Seeing Bagoas seated under his favorite tree, he reported, "My lord, His Excellency will see you now." Then he rushed on to the harem with the three slaves.

Bagoas had indeed rested under the tree. But he had also observed much activity in the courtyard which did not leave his mind at rest.

He entered the audience chamber and approached the Governor. Bagoas bowed, and said, "In the name of Allah, The Bestower, The Exalter ..."

'Yes, yes," snapped the Governor. "Bagoas, tell me of your peaceful rest under the tree in the courtyard."

"My Lord," said Bagoas, "I know not what to report. I saw much strange activity in the courtyard, but as you ordered I did not leave my seat."

"And what, my harem master, did you see that disturbed you?" the Governor inquired.

"Your Excellency, may it please Allah, I first saw two messengers rush out of the courtyard and bound onto racing dromedaries which were waiting there. Nothing carries news so fast as our dromedaries, but I know not what message they bore."

"Ah, but I do, Bagoas. The message will reach its destination before any other news can."

"Yes, Your Excellency if Allah wills. Next I observed, to my amazement, the harem wagon with its horses appear at the gate. Never before has that wagon moved without my order, Your Excellency, but today I saw two lesser eunuchs with it."

"Ah, Bagoas. Think not that your authority has been usurped. But today it was I who gave orders to the eunuchs."

"May Allah, the All Praiseworthy, bless your every order, My Lord. But I understood it not. Even more to my amazement, I then saw two armed eunuchs emerge from the harem, and a woman veiled and swathed in black robes was rushed into the harem wagon. I know not what woman that could have been, for the three slave girls were even then with you, and none that I knew left in the harem but Durrah you r lady wife, may Allah the Giver of Life be with her ever. I admit, Your Excellency, my mind is all awhirl. Nevertheless I kept my seat and waited your call, knowing all will be made clear when Allah wills it."

"Yes, yes," snapped the Governor. "I know, I know. Blessed be the name of Allah and Muhammed his prophet." He waved his hand and picked up a parchment from the desk. Bagoas could see that it was vellum of the finest, and that a red seal of large size was at the bottom. He recognized an official message of the greatest importance, but could not see how it might concern him.

"Bagoas, I have momentous news for you. Sometime back, we entertained envoys from the Sultan himself. I discussed much of importance with them, and I am sure you recall that the slavegirls of the Harem entertained them in great style. You outdid yourself that night in providing such entertainment. As the envoys were pleasured by the slaves with their mouths, their breasts, their round moons and their female flowers, I knew that they were pleased and impressed." (See Chapter 2 of this story.)

Bagoas bowed deeply, but before he could murmur thanks the Governor continued. "Little did I know at that time that you, my Harem Master, were under their eye as well."

Bagoas gasped in astonishment. What could such a revelation forebode?

"I knew from my sources in the Palace that my governance of this province had the Sultan's eye, but little did I hope that he would need to check on conditions in my Harem. Clearly," the Governor continued, "you and your treatment of your charges met with their approval. They must have reported it to the Sultan. My sources tell me that it was the final step needed."

"My...my Lord, I do not understand..." muttered Bagoas.

"Do you not, Bagoas?" queried Governor Glaouri. "The Sultan needed to know that my Harem was well managed and my Harem Master capable and honorable. This document from the Palace itself informs me that he has granted me the honor of one of his daughters in marriage!"

Bagoas gasped. This totally unexpected news now made it all clear! Durrah the Pearl was being superseded by a royal bride! No wonder that she was distraught and angry. Pictures whirled through the mind of the Harem Master. So much would now fall on him. Nothing in his long experience prepared him to dismiss one highly placed bride and install a royal one in her place! Carefully he pulled his face into an impassive expression and stood tall, crossing his arms, though his knees shook.

"I know, Bagoas, that you will be able to see to all that needs to be done. I had the girls brought here to me, for I knew of no other place they could be safely kept during the change. My wife Durrah, guarded by your eunuchs, has been escorted to the office where she was informed by Ahmed my Scribe that I have formally divorced her this morning. Her father will be told by those fast camel riders you saw, and that wagon in the courtyard is even now bearing her back to her father.. Have the slavegirls quickly pack all her gowns, ointments and cosmetics, and send them after her. Later we shall discuss how to welcome my new wife."

Bagoas was stricken to his depths by this amazing news. Carefully he bowed deeply, not trusting himself to speak, not even to invoke the name of Allah. Rigidly keeping his face impassive he backed out of the audience chamber. Then he collapsed onto a nearby bench to compose himself. It had been many years since Durrah came to the harem as a virgin. How would he handle the training of a new wife, a daughter of the Sultan himself. He knew that his greatest delicacy would be called upon. 

He sighed. First things first. The wife's chamber must be cleared in preparation for its new royal occupant. He gathered his wits about him, pulled himself up to his full height, and strode into the courtyard. Hamid was relaxing under the tree, having delivered the girls to the harem and knowing nothing of the news. Bagoas motioned to him imperiously and led the way up the stairs to the harem. There the three slavegirls were lounging on the pillows, draped only in soft cloths after their busy morning.

Bagoas came quietly into the room. He stood at the door and looked over the three tired girls. Hamid stood quietly behind him. Then, in a soft voice, he spoke. "By the will of Allah, the Compassionate, the Strong, His Excellency has divorced his wife Durrah." Hamid gasped behind him, and the three girls started up from their cushions and looked in confusion at the lattice door of the wife's chamber.

Bagoas continued, "She is even now on her way back to her father. Her chamber must be cleared of her possessions and they must be sent after her." Wisely he thought he would withhold the rest of the important news for the time being.

"It is only recently that each of you has felt her wrath under the whip. I know that you can have no love for her. When things are done hastily, sometimes something is broken or lost. If this happens to any of Durrah's precious things, it is unavoidable." Bagoas had been inflamed inside at the terrible punishment vented on the slaves, and he knew that now they would understand his invitation to comfort themselves with what they might find in Durrah's chamber.

"Hamid, assist them," he commanded, and then withdrew from the central chamber. Outside, on the landing, he glanced around him and then pressed a certain tile in the wall. Silently a narrow door slid aside, and he slipped into a confined space. On the opposite wall he rotated a tile slightly, and had a view into the chamber of the Governor's wife itself. No other eunuch, and certainly not Hamid, was entrusted with the secret of this peephole. Now Bagoas waited to see what would happen.

At first the mood was somber as they opened chests. But soon, as girls will, they began to talk among themselves and giggle. Tales of Durrah's foolishness and bad behavior and haughty ways were told. Hamid listened and laughed along with the girls. Soon the girls found a saffron gown, slightly stained as with wine. It was bound with a thong of camel's hide dyed gold. Saiesha held it up and said, "Here is the very gown the high bitch wore!"

Maria grabbed the gown and held it in front of her. "What foolish slave has ruined my gown?" she cried, in imitation of Durrah. She swung the thong through the air making it swish. "Up against the wall, girl. You shall suffer!"

Saiesha giggled. Getting in the spirit of the game, she dropped her gown and put her hands on the wall, sticking her ass out and wiggling it. Maria looked around, and seeing Hamid watching in awe, suddenly tossed the stained gown to him. "What are your orders, our mistress?" she giggled at him.

Hamid looked astonished, but then decided to get in the spirit of the game. "Make her cry out, bitch! Swing harder!" he called. 

Maria drew back the thong and made it swish through the air with an evil sound. But it cleared Saiesha's ass by half an inch, and then as it lost its force trailed slowly over the black moons. Feeling the touch, Saiesha let out a blood curdling scream and twisted her ass around as if it felt all the fires of Gehenna. Then both of them giggled.

"Not hard enough, fool!" cried Hamid. "You shall feel the lash yourself for that. Drop your gown." With amazing bravado, Hamid himself reached out and pulled off Maria's gown. "Here, little one, do you have the strength to make her cry?" he called, throwing the thong to Brigette.

Brigette was laughing now. She looked at Maria, who was seated on the bench with her legs in the air, her pussy spread open. Brigette carefully dragged the thong over the slit and at the top looped it around the clit and wiggled a bit. Maria threw back her head and closed her eyes.

"Be careful, fool, you will kill her!" screamed Hamid, laughing. "You must soothe the hurt you have caused! Get down and comfort her." Brigette knelt between Maria's legs and began licking her pussy. Maria writhed in delight.

Hamid pointed at Saiesha. "Your punishment is not over yet, black one! I shall yet make you scream!" He advanced on her menacingly. As he reached her he grabbed one boob and rubbed the nipple roughly, while thrusting his other hand into her crotch and squeezing her pussy. Although he had never experienced it himself, he had watched men and their ways with women, as well as the ways of the girls with each other.

Saiesha laughed. She soon screamed loudly and twitched her hips. "You have made me scream, mistress!"

Maria also screamed, and tossed her hips up toward Brigette's tongue. "Oh, the pain, the pain," she moaned.

Brigette giggled and turned to the chests. She rummaged through them and found urns of precious ointments. "This will ease the pain," she cried. Each of the girls grabbed a jar, and soon were massaging it into each others tits, bellies, assholes, and pussies. They moaned and giggled as they did.

Hamid was standing gazing at all this. He had seen the girls use the ointments before, but Bagoas had always motioned him out of the room before the end. 

Saiesah She tore the dress away from Hamid, and her hand went to the hem of his robe. Hamid pulled away for a moment. Eunuchs are very careful to never appear nude before anyone else. Although he had once undressed for Brigette, otherwise he had never experienced personal nudity. However, Saiesha was insistent and whispered to him. "Come and undress like the rest of us. None of us will ever be men. You are in good company!"

Hamid had never heard such words from a woman. But in the spirit of the moment he accepted them, and let Saiesha pull off his robe. Muslim eunuchs have only the balls taken, and he stood thus revealed with his small cock dangling over an empty sack. Saiesha ignored this, and spun him around until his ass was toward her. She began rubbing it with the precious myrhh. Pushing him forward she inserted a well-lubricated finger in his nether hole and began to thrust it in and out. Again Hamid was amazed. He had never felt anything like this.

Maria saw what Saiesha was doing, and she repeated the treatment with Brigette. She removed Brigette's thin robe and bent her forward, and inserted a finger into her behind also. The two senior girls smiled at each other as they went about their work.

No one had ever explained to Hamid that he had a prostate gland still working despite his emasculation. Evidently Saiesha sometime in her background had learned prostate massage and was now vigorously stimulating Hamid's. He was actually feeling some sort of excitement he had never before known.

Maria knew that Brigette and Hamid were close friends. She released Brigette, and moved toward Hamid. Maria pressed her boobs against Hamid's chest, and pulled Brigette down onto her knees. Brigette saw Hamid's small flaccid cock dangling hopelessly, and began to lick and tease it as she teased the Governor's. Of course, nothing happened in the way of a rise. Nevertheless Hamid was well aware of the gentle touch and attention from Brigette and it pleased him.

Meantime Maria and Saiesha were kissing deeply and Maria was massaging Saiesha's big tit. Brigette reached up her hand and began rubbing Maria's pussy.

Hamid's mind was in a whirl. He did not know what he was feeling or what to do. Blindly he lowered a hand and caressed Brigette's red hair softly. Then he pulled her up until her mouth left his useless cock and she kissed his belly and chest all the way up, giving him great pleasure. He found her small breasts with the hard little nipples and began to rub them softly. Brigette moaned so he continued with more force. She pressed her body close against his, and her mouth found his and he felt her tongue roving around in his mouth. The feeling was very pleasant, even if not arousing.

Saiesha's hand was now squeezing his butt while her finger continued to massage his prostate. Brigette was squirming against his limp cock and he felt her wet pussy juices warming it. Maria's pointed nipple was hard against his shoulder. He felt her wet pussy pressing his side and began to poke two fingers into it. The feeling of being at the middle of an orgy, just as the Governor had been, threw his mind into ecstasy. A tension was building in him from Saiesha's massage, and suddenly to his amazement he felt a huge convulsion shake his body and his hips twitched forward. Brigette pressed her wet pussy on his cock and he felt something flow out of it.

Behind him Saiesha laughed. Maria joined her, but Brigette looked down at the dribble on her pussy and gasped. "Hamid!" she exclaimed. "They didn't take it all away from you!"

"But...but..." Hamid stuttered. "Bagoas taught me never to expect to be with a woman. I don't understand."

"Hamid, our lovely boy," said Saiesha, "you don't know that I grew up in a harem. My mother was a harem slave to a wealthy man, and we had many eunuchs in attendance on us. A wise old woman taught us that when an eunuch's balls are taken, only a part of him is gone. Within the nether hole is a small round lump, and a well taught woman can stimulate it to produce fluid. We often sported with the young eunuchs this way. It is said to be pleasurable to the eunuch, even though he never knows the full pleasure that a man takes. Did you enjoy it, Hamid?"

"Yes...yes indeed," gasped Hamid.

"Then you must visit us regularly. The fluid can never quicken a woman's womb, but if it is not regularly stimulated it will dry up. Most likely Bagoas is far beyond such a feeling. But you can continue to enjoy it when he knows not," counseled Saiesha.

Behind his screen Bagoas had watched the whole thing. He now smiled a wry smile. Saiesha's secret was no secret to many senior eunuchs. Most of them, like Bagoas, had experienced it in their youth. Most of them, like Bagoas, gave it up for they found it no substitute for the power and prestige that came to a powerful eunuch and realized how it could allow women to entrap them, just as men were entrapped through their cocks. He would allow Hamid this small consolation for a short time, and then talk to him about it. He quietly slipped out of his hiding place and descended to wait beneath his shade tree to hear what sort of tale Hamid would tell.



Overseer of the Harem Ch. 11



PART 11

A Visit to The Sultan's Harem

Bagoas reclined on the silken cushions as the decorated cart jounced along on its journey. He was a personage of power in his world, but his world was about to change drastically. The first ten chapters of this story tell of the power of Bagoas, Overseer of the Harem of Governor Glaouri in the desert oasis of Ouarazate. His life was good and his position enviable. In his domain, what he ordered got done immediately. He had the respect of the servants and also of his master. All that he did, he did well, and that pleased the Governor.

With Bagoas in the cart was Hamid, his eighteen year old assistant and protege. Of course, since both of them had access to the Governor's inner Harem chambers, they were both eunuchs. Bagoas had lost his manhood so long ago that it was only a hazy recollection to him now. His life was that of an eunuch, and rising to his high position was, in the way of his kind, some compensation for what he had never experienced. For Hamid too, although the pain was sharper in his mind, the present and the reality were more important, and he rejoiced in the favor of this important eunuch and his future prospects if he performed his duties well. Both of them, then, accepted their lot, and sought only to preserve and improve it.

Bagoas thoughts now turned on how best to do so in the new situation which presented itself. The Harem at Ouarazate was not large. It consisted only of three slave girls, all of them well trained and of great renown among the rulers of all the oases in the desert, for Governor Glaouri was hospitable and often entertained his peers. Sharing of the harem slaves was the fitting end to his entertainment. The girls were accepting of their position and the good treatment they received, and peace normally reigned in Ouarazate's harem. That was the way Bagoas liked it.

But now in the matter of the other room of the harem, the room of the Governor's wife, there had been no such peace. As told in Chapter 8 of this story, the Governor had stunned everyone in the Southern desert, including Bagoas, when he summarily divorced his wife, Durrah the Pearl, and packed her off back to her father. Even more stunning was the news that Governor Glaouri had been honored by the Sultan with one of that royal majesty's own daughters in marriage. Before he really had time to grasp all the implications, Bagoas found himself in the harem wagon, on his way to Rabat to pick up this eighteen year old virgin.

It had been years since Durrah came to the harem. Bagoas flinched as he remembered the task of preparing her for her duties as the Governor's wife. While he was well used to training slave girls, a virgin bride was a whole different matter. Bagoas knew that some aged crone from the royal harem would be chosen as the virgin's chaperone, and that everything would pass through her. He was determined to hit the right note with that woman, enlisting her help instead of her opposition.

To this end, he had departed for the capital some days before the day appointed for the virgin to be received. Bagoas planned to strike up a friendship with the Grand Overseer of the Royal Harem, and learn from him what palace politics he needed to know. He was well aware that life in a harem of over 200 women was far different from the small harem rooms at Ouarazate.

Soon enough they were at the palace at Rabat. Bagoas presented his letters of authority and was directed to the harem. They walked through many chambers. Bagoas maintained his dignity, but Hamid could not control his amazement as he saw the variety of women and girls lounging about. Of course all the women ignored a couple more eunuchs. Most of them were nude, many were bathing in the numerous fountains, others were anointing their breasts or bellies or nether flowers with scents. Hamid was amazed to see several chained to the wall, completely nude and with their arms outspread. He wondered what they had done to be punished thus.

Bagoas sought the chambers of the Grand Overseer, but that official was far to busy to deal with a mere provincial eunuch. However, recognizing the prestige of a virgin daughter of the Sultan, even one of the many, Bagoas was placed in the care of the Second Overseer, an eunuch of great presence and great ego. Bagoas promptly offered a gift, myrhh of the finest the desert could produce. He also offered to buy a flask of exotic fruit juices and expensive ice brought down from the mountains. Enjoying this treat, Mahmed the Second Overseer warmed to Bagoas and soon they were rolling dice like old friends.

"Bagoas, my friend," said Mahmad, "I have heard you are a Harem Master of great abilities. Reports from his majesty's agents say that although small, your harem contains slave girls of the greatest talent, whether it be in belly dancing naked, showing off their flowers to best advantage, rubbing their glorious breasts on a man's lips, in practicing the art of Firsheah, mouth congress, or in riding hard on the upright shaft of a man. It is said you have trained them well. It is also said that peace reigns in your harem and you seldom need to punish your slaves. Alas, here it is not so. Among my duties are maintaining discipline in the harem. Would you like to see the difficulties I face?"

Bagoas murmured his assent. Hamid, sitting quiet as a mouse on the floor, was very interested in this new area of harem management. In Ouarzate, he had never seen slaves disciplined except on the one notable occasion that Durrah's temper burst out. Since Bagoas had quickly sent him from the room, this area of his training he felt was neglected. If he was to become a harem master some day, he was full of curiosity about punishing unruly slaves. He had heard of restraints,whipping and worse. Would he now be permitted to observe it?

"Come, Bagoas, and I will show you what must be done to keep order in a large harem," said Mahmed. They went to a side room, long and narrow. Bagoas observed several girls chained to the wall, all of them naked. One was a fine Abyssinian who reminded him of Saiesha from his own harem. Her arms were tied to a hook high over her head, thrusting her large black boobs forward. Her rounded belly and high shaved pubic mound rolled down to the dark lips of her pussy. She looked at him pleadingly. Mahmed regarded her with disdain. "She is slow to obey the orders of the junior eunuchs," he said. "Stretched like this from dawn to dusk with no food nor water gives her time to think better of her haughty ways." Bagoas said nothing. This was not the way he ran his harem.

The next girl was an Arab beauty. Her hands were bound with rope and she hung so that her feet were several inches off the floor. Her long black hair flowed down over her shoulders, and her dark pointed tits with large nipples were pulled upward by her position. She was straining, trying to get her feet to touch the floor to relieve her agony, and as she did her pussy lips were pulled open showing dark pink inside. Try as she could, she could not touch the floor. Mahmed merely said, "She will learn not to talk sharply to a senior eunuch after she has hung this way while the water bowl fills." Bagoas knew that the pierced bowl which floated in a basin of water would take the time between two prayer calls to fill, almost half the morning.

Next there was another Arab girl, with her arms stretched out in crucifixion. Her agonized face would have been beautiful if she were not in such pain. She had small but well formed boobs which were stretched almost flat by her position. Bagoas studied the arrangement of the wall for this punishment. He saw that there was a platform of wood just below her feet. By stretching her toes downward she could touch it and relieve the pressure on her arms. But it had a sharp upper edge which made it painful for her to do this. When the pain and strain on her feet made her relax them, her body would fall lower. Bagoas saw that between her legs was a rod which seemed to be carved from cows horn, pointed up. If she could not continue to raise herself with her feet or her arms, she was forced to let this horn penetrate her body, either her pussy or her anus. He stood watching as she moved up, then down, in agony whichever way she did it. The horn slid in out of her pussy and Bagoas saw that despite her pain, the pussy was wet and its lips engorged. Impassively, Mahmed said, "She is a new slave. She refused to let an eunuch insert his fingers to check the wetness of her nether flowers. She will learn there are worse things that can go in there."

The Second Overseer was obviously well accustomed to this hall of punishment. Bagoas, however, had rarely seen slaves treated this way. Some of his compatriots in the desert oases punished their slaves often, he knew, but not so horribly as this. Bagoas himself believed in managing his harem in a different way and had never treated Saiesha, Maria or Brigette thus.

"These are trifling punishments, my brother. Today I have some more serious things to deal with. Will you watch as I judge the slaves?" said Mahmed. Bagoas nodded in assent. He glanced at Hamid and saw his apprentice was gaping in amazement. Bagoas made a small motion of his hand, and Hamid understood he needed to be silent and follow his master softly.

Mahmed moved into the next room. Bagoas saw around the sides of the room a number of instruments, some of which he recognized, some of which he did not. He waited quietly to see what his fellow Harem Master did here.

Mahmed seated himself in a chair, and had a stool brought for Bagoas. Hamid sat on the floor silently, hoping not to be noticed. Mahmed nodded, and a eunuch brought in a slave girl, leading her by a rope around her neck. She was a Nubian beauty, not so dark as an Abyssinian but of a deep dusky color. Her coarse black hair was braided tight to her head. She struggled against the rope, but was jerked into the room. Her boobs hung pendulously down, with large areolae and nipples of deep maroon color. She had a large round ass and strong thick legs. Her pubic mound was bare and dark cunt lips showed below it.

The eunuch leading her bowed to Mahmed and said, "Overseer, this one dislikes having her lower hair plucked. She says it becomes inflamed." Mahmed frowned. Then he turned to Bagoas and said, "Master Bagoas, that stripling who is your apprentice, does he know how a eunuch tests the softness of the lower mound?" Bagoas nodded gently. Mahmed gestured to Hamid, who jumped to his feet in confusion. Mahmed pointed the boy to the slave girl with a grin. Hamid, gulping hard, stepped forward. The eunuch guard roughly pulled the slave's legs apart. Hamid, as he had been taught, knelt in front of her and applied his eunuch's hairless cheek to her pussy mound.

Then he stood up and approached Mahmed and Bagoas with downcast eyes. "Well?" snorted the Second Overseer. 

"My, My Lord," stammered Hamid, "I feel rough stubble growing there, unplucked, My Lord. It rasps on my cheek."

"Aha!" exclaimed Mahmed. "And tell me,little one, how would you deal with a slave with a disgusting mound such as this?" Sensing the apprentice's confusion, Mahmed went on, "You shall learn, beginner, you shall learn." Mahmed gestured to the eunuch guard, who was joined by another. The slave cried out in fear but they ignored her.

Leading her to the wall, they swiftly bound her hands behind her back. Then one grabbed her feet and the other caught her as she started to fall backwards. They harshly turned her head downwards, spread her legs, and clamped each ankle into a ring which stood there ready. In this position, no matter how she struggled, her pussy gaped wide open and she could not pull her legs together to protect it.

"Now, observe, the punishment that fits the offense," said Mahmed. He nodded at the guards.

One of them lit a candle. He carefully moved it between the slave's legs, and let it burn a bit to accumulate hot wax. Then he tipped it so the hot wax dripped down, directly onto the girl's sensitive pussy. She screamed and writhed as it did. The eunuch continued to let it fall, drop by hot drop, moving the candle closer so the wax was hotter as it struck her pussy lips.

"So this is how to remove that disgusting hair if she will not pluck it," commented Mahmed. The eunuch began to let the flame touch her pubic mound, scalding it as a chicken is scalded to remove the pinfeathers. The hapless slave screamed with each lick of the flame. Then the eunuch turned to Hamid, and held the candle out to him. The confused boy did not know what to do except to accept it. He glanced at Bagoas, but his master's face was impassive. The eunuch held his hand and brought it to the crying girl's mound, and moved Hamid's hand around to scorch the remaining short hairs. The pussy mound was now clean, and reddened by the flame, but not seriously burnt. Only the fine lips still showed a slight shadow of hair. 

Not trusting a beginner with this delicate task, the eunuch guard took back the candle and carefully applied it directly to the most sensitive part of the slave's pussy. Now she screamed and shook in her bonds, but finding that this forced the flame against her even harder she soon stopped, and simply quivered as the eunuch carefully finished his task. Roughly her legs were freed and she fell to the floor, lying there with her legs spread to prevent more pain to her cunt and sobbing. Mahmed gestured and she was pulled to her feet and led out.

Hamid was shaken by this punishment, and stood there white-faced and gaping. Mahmed gave a little chuckle and said, "The youngster has much to learn about punishment, does he not, Harem Master?" Bagoas, struggling to hide his own disgust and shock, gave a curt nod as his only reply.

Another girl was led in by two eunuchs. She was light of skin, and Hamid recognized her as an Egyptian girl from the upper delta. So many foreign soldiers had ravished this area that they left their light skin behind them, and the light colored girls were deemed particularly beautiful by the dark Moors. This girl was very small, not even as tall as Hamid's shoulders. Her tits were small, round,and tipped with little flowers of pink nipples. Hamid saw her pink pussy lips, tightly closed, below her shaved pubic mound. She had a look of great fear on her face and her arms were bound behind her back.

"This girl dared to try to sneak out of the harem one night," said the eunuch guard. 

"Ah, since she wants to travel, we will let her try the horse," said Mahmed. 

He gestured to the eunuchs. They led the girl to a peculiar structure, two upright posts with a beam between them They stood the girl next to the beam and made a few calculations. The adjusted the central beam to a height just above the girl's waist level. She looked at it wide eyed. Then one of them grabbed her arm and leg on each side and roughly they raised her up until the beam was between her legs, and let her drop onto it. Hamid saw that the top edge of the beam was planed into a sharp edge, and the slave screamed as her pussy was split by this sharpmess. She strained downward with her toes, but could not touch the ground to raise herself and relieve the pain. She was indeed riding the horse in a very terrible way.

Mahmed made a slight gesture. Horrified, Hamid saw each eunuch pick up a lump of lead with a rope around it. The loop in the end of the rope was passed over the girls feet. At a nod from Mahmed, each of the heavy weights was dropped at the same time. Hamid saw that they jarred the girl's pussy lips hard down onto the beam. She screamed in pain as the weights fell, then dangled from her ankles forcing the sharp edge of the beam deep into her cunt.

"Let her stay there until the muzzein calls again," said Mahmed. Hamid knew that would be some time as it was only about half way from the third prayer of the day. The girl writhed in pain and cried out for mercy, but she was ignored.

Now the eunuchs led forward two girls at once. Both were naked, and both hung their heads. Mahmed looked at the two. One, the taller, was a black Abyssinian. She had large soft melons with dark maroon nipples. Her belly was round and her shaven pussy mound was large and rounded. Dark pussy lips protruded from her slit. She was a beauty of her race. The other was Berber from the desert tribes, with wild black hair, pointed tits with large brown nipples sticking forward, and under her shaven pubis were the brown lips of a large slit.

"Bagoas," said Mahmed, "these two were reported by other girls, who have seen them alone in a side chamber in the act of pleasuring each other, as they should only pleasure their master. Do you have a problem with girls in your harem who would become lovers themselves, rather than objects for their master?"

Now Bagoas was one of those harem masters who believed that what the girls did to each other in private could only teach them to better stimulate the men they serviced. His girls were not punished, but actually encouraged to practice the act of sex between themselves. He knew, however, that he was a rare exception to harem rules. Therefore he only gave a soft nod to Mahmed.

"Here," continued Mahmed, "with this many girls, who may see the Sultan only once or twice in a year, the problem seems to multiply. I have a way to deal with it that is effective. The black girl is called Keesha. Her Berber lover is Dunera. Observe how we shall teach them."

His eunuchs knew what to do. The two naked lovers were turned to face each other. Fearing what they knew was coming, they tenderly hugged each other in a final gesture. The eunuchs then pressed them together, face to face, tightly, their arms down to their sides. A rope of hemp bound their waists together, holding their arms down, and was pulled tight. It pressed their bellies into each other. Another rope went around their necks, pulling their faces cheek to cheek. Bagoas could see their boobs crushing each others. Then a rope went just below the rounded cheeks of their ass, pulling their pussy mounds together. Now Bagoas saw the eunuchs apply a complex maneuver. They pulled each girls legs apart, so they were straddling each others thighs. They interwove the girls' feet with a rope in a figure eight, having the effect of pushing each girls pussy lips against the others thigh. Thus bound neither girl could move without moving the other also. Bagoas wondered what the point of all this was.

A curtain was pulled away from the wall,and Bagoas saw in amazement that an array of sharp steel points projected from the wall, starting a few inches above the floor and continuing to about the girls' shoulder height. The two girls were forced toward this torture instrument until Dunera was backed up against it, the points barely touching her back. Keesha stared in horror at the cruel spikes threatening her lover. A chain from the wall was hooked around Dunera's neck, and around her ankles, holding her close to the spikes. She tried to move away from them but could only move her ass out slightly. Keesha pulled her even tighter against herself to try to comfort her.

But then one of the eunuchs stepped forward, and whirled a whip through the air behind Keesha. Dunera could see it, Keesha could only hear it. Both shuddered in fear.

"Now," said the whip man, "I can control this whip to the inch. When you hear it whistle you shall see." He swung the whip toward Keesha's back. As it struck she flinched away from it. Since the slaves were tightly bound, her sudden movement had the effect of forcing Dunera back, against the cruel spikes. Each girl cried out in pain.

"You see," said the whipper, "if you move away from my whip you lessen its impact. But if you do that, you force your lover against the spikes. If she moves away from the spikes, she forces you to receive the full slash of the whip. What will you choose?" The girls faces reflected the horrible dilemma they had been forced into. Neither wished to hurt the other, but each had already faced their own pain.




Overseer of the Harem Ch. 11



The whip man moved slowly. Dunera pulled away from the spikes,and clutched Keesha close to her. Then the whip whistled. Keesha tried to control herself and receive the blow, but as it struck her naked ass she could not help but surge forward, forcing Dunera's ass against the spikes. Again each cried out.

The whip man waited between blows. Tears streamed down Dunera's face as she cried, "Avoid the whip! Let me take the pain!' But Keesha pulled Dunera as close as she could, trying to get her off the points. Again the whip swung, striking Keesha hard on her ass. She stood it bravely and refused to flinch forward and push her lover onto the spikes. Dunera cried out as she felt what Keesha had done.

Again the whip whistled. This time Dunera pulled her lover to her, falling back on the spikes as the whip struck Keesha's back, but more lightly. But Dunera could not control her scream as she felt the points pierce her back and ass.

Again and again the whip struck Keesha. When she tried to protect her lover, it bit deeply and left deep welts. When Dunera tried to lessen Keesha's blows, she impaled herself cruelly. Both girls cried out in their agony but still the whip swung until twenty strokes had fallen.

At last, Mahmed cried, "Enough. They know what suffering they can bring each other. I doubt they will try to find pleasure that way again." The trembling girls were cut down and led from the room, clutching each others hands as they left. Bagoas wondered if Mahmed truly thought that these two girls would not try to comfort each other. He reflected that even now, with an assistant left in charge of his harem, Saiesha, Maria and Brigette probably had the carved camel bone which represented an erect male member buried in their various holes, pleasuring each other and learning thereby how to pleasure a man even more. He thought that his method of handling female lovers was better than Mahmed's. He said no word to the Second Overseer, however. 

Still dispassionate, Mahmed turned away from the agony in this chamber. "It seems that the girls have little to do except argue among themselves, Bagoas. It has been becoming too much lately, and I plan to administer a lesson I hope will lessen it. Come with me into the center of the harem." Bagoas followed Mahmed, with a shaking and white faced Hamid trailing behind silently. They found themselves in a large chamber. Around the walls, many girls reclined, most dressed in soft robes but a few showing bare boobs or even fully nude. Bagoas saw that, befitting the Sultan's Harem, all of them were very beautiful.

Seeing the powerful Second Overseer enter, they all sprang to their feet and bowed before him. He looked around the room at the beauty displayed before him. Bagoas knew that, as with himself and Hamid, Mahmed the eunuch felt no male interest in the beauty, the slender waists, the full hips, the round asses, the swelling boobs, the gaping pussy slits that he saw. They were only his professional charges.

In a commanding voice, Mahmed addressed the harem girls, slaves, concubines, wives, daughters, all alike. "I am upset at the dissension and argument that goes on in this place. You are like a bunch of barnyard pigs, fighting for the deepest mudhole. I want you all to be warned that it must stop. Therefore we will have a demonstration."

The girls looked at each other in wonderment. Hamid saw fear on some girls faces and he surmised that they were the slaves, and thought the punishment would be visited on some of them. Other girls and women looked haughty, and Hamid thought that these must be the concubines, wives, and daughters of the Sultan who knew they were safe.

Mahmed looked around the room impassively. Then he stepped toward one of the haughty girls. She was a real beauty, dark of skin, black of hair and eyes, with small tits whose nipples poked the soft fabric of her white robe. Hamid guessed she was about nineteen or twenty. The fineness of her robe marked her out from the slave girls.

Mahmed bowed before her. "My lady Fatima, it is said that another of his majesty's daughters has displeased you. Will you tell me who it was?"

Fatima looked down her nose at the Second Overseer. "Mahmed, that cow Ameera has taken the best place on the cushions, just because she is older than me. I am insulted because her mother is only a concubine. I insist that she yield the best position to me as I am due!"

"Ah," said Mahmed. "I understand your grievance. Let the girl who causes this trouble in the harem step here." At this, Ameera moved forward. She was as haughty as Fatima, and dressed in the same rich robe. She was chunkier than the younger girl, with larger boobs under the soft fabric. She bowed to Mahmed. "Ameera," he continued, "this youngster has a quarrel with you. Will you yield the place she wants?"

Ameera spat on the floor. "Never, Overseer. It is not hers to demand!"

"Very well," Mahmed nodded. Ameera smiled a smile of victory. But then the Overseer continued, "You know that I would not whip either of the Sultan's daughters. You must work it out for yourselves." Looking at both girls, he said calmly, "Remove your robes."

The girls stared at him in disbelief. "Do as I say," he continued. "The girl who does not obey will yield the favored place to the other."

Each girl stared in hatred at the other. Then Fatima, in a single gesture, loosened the clasp of her robe and let it fall to the floor. She stood there in splendid nakedness. Tall, thin, with small round boobs whose nipples were standing up in the cool air, a flat stomach and a pink pubis with no trace of hair lying above pale tight pussy lips, she was a true Arab beauty, befitting a Sultan's daughter. Her haughty look was still on her face and she stared at Ameera.

The larger girl sneered, and threw off her gown too. She was of the voluptuous build prized by the Moors, large round boobs hanging down slightly with round areolae circling a pointed nipple. Her belly was rounded as befitted a belly dancer, and lapped slightly down over her clean pubic mound. Between her legs could be seen the slightly enlarged lips of a magnificent cunt. Nude, she glared at her half sister.

Mahmed gestured to an attendant. "Extend your left arms," he said to the angry girls. In bewilderment they obeyed. Fatima gasped slightly as the attendants brought a piece of rope as long as a man's arm and tied one end to each left wrist. Now the girls were joined together, with about three arms lengths between them. Each of them looked at the rope. Then suddenly Ameera gave it a hard jerk, making Fatima stumble toward her. Fatima gasped again and struggled to keep her feet. Ameera gave a harsh laugh.

Mahmed chuckled. "You understand how the rope joins you, I see. Now each of you receives a gift." A eunuch came forward, and the girls, as well as Bagoas and Hamid, peered to see what they carried. Each girl was quickly given her prize -- an evil looking coiled whip. As they stared in amazement, Mahmed said, "You now have the instruments to execute your hatred for each other. Unless one of you wishes to yield now?" Each girl glared at the other. Neither was willing to quit.

"Very well," said Mahmed. "I shall touch neither of you. The one who quits first loses her place." Then he stood there, simply looking at them, bound together and equipped with vicious whips. The girls exchanged looks of pure hatred. 

Then suddenly Ameera jerked at the rope, pulling Fatima forward off balance. Her whip slashed out against Fatima's naked ass, and Fatima cried out in pain. A nasty red weal marked the spot the whip had struck. Fatima swung her own whip and struck Ameera's large boobs, also leaving a nasty mark. Each girl stepped back a pace but glared at the other. Fatima stepped forward to slash her whip at the large girl's thighs. Ameera swung around so her whip caught the smaller girl on the back. They continued trading blows in this manner, red welts growing on their bodies but only hatred marking their faces.

Soon Fatima's small tits were criss crossed with the blows her half sister aimed at them, and Ameera's broad ass was red and marked by the other girl's whip. They were pulling the rope between them towards themselves, shortening it so they could strike harder, even if that meant taking harder blows themselves. The blows of the whips cracked as they contacted soft skin and the red welts grew.

Meanwhile Mahmed stood and observed, his arms crossed and no expression on his face. Bagoas imitated him perfectly, struggling to maintain his outward calm at this display like none he had ever seen. Hamid tried to strike the same pose, crossing his arms like a true harem master, but his white face and shaking knees betrayed his inner turmoil.

So far, neither girl had attacked the most tender part of the other one. But now Ameera, with a vicious sneer, swung her whip down and up to catch Fatima directly between the legs, smashing into the tender lips of her pussy. Fatima screamed with pain and fell to the ground, squeezing her legs together over her tortured femininity. Ameera moved forward and laid the whip into her shoulders, back and ass as Fatima curled up to try to avoid it. She screamed in agony.

But then suddenly she pulled down hard on the rope, tumbling Ameera to the ground. While the chunky girl was off balance lying on her back, Fatima struggled to her feet and struck down savagely with the whip, slashing it painfully at Ameera's delicate slit again and again. Ameera swung to the side, closing her legs but displaying her wide ass. Fatima laid on heavy strokes, leaving deep bleeding cuts on Ameera's ass. Enraged and given strength by her rage, she pulled the older girl over, allowing her whistling whip to mark the large boobs and then to strike the fleshy thighs. Again and again she struck, and as Ameera tried to avoid the whip that large butt again took the blows. Ameera cried out and struggled to pull away but Fatima held tight to the rope connecting them so there was no escape. Whichever way Ameera turned, her thighs, her ass, her boobs or her back was receiving the reddening slashes. She cried out again and again and cringed on the floor.

Fatima finally called out, "Yield, cow, yield or I will whip you to shreds!" Ameera cried in pain again, some incomprehensible sound.

At this Mahmed stepped forward. "She cannot continue. Fatima, you have overcome. Honor of position is yours. Place your foot on the loser's head and claim your right."

Panting, tears rolling down her cheeks, her ass, tits, back and belly marked with the slashes of the whip, Fatima stepped forward in her triumph and loudly said, "No one dares challenge my right of position." She raised her leg to put one foot on Ameera's head. As she did so, the cruel red marks of the whip which had slashed her pussy could be clearly seen. She swung the whip around her head until it whistled. Ameera lay on the floor sobbing, in pain and in shame. Fatima used the butt of the whip to spread Ameera's legs, displaying her pussy crisscrossed with bleeding welts also. Then, the anger leaving her, Fatima sank to the floor where she was, still tied to her half sister.

Mahmed looked down at both of them. Then he looked around the harem, where every girl and woman was staring aghast at the two who lay there bleeding and gasping. "Who else will bring an argument before me?" he said. "Who else has a grievance against another?" Total silence greeted him. He nodded in approval, and marched out of the harem. Shaking inside, Bagoas followed. Shaking visibly inside and out, Hamid weakly marched behind.

Taking their leave of the senior eunuch, Bagoas made the way to the chamber assigned to him. Seeing his apprentice still shaking, he said, "You have never seen this sort of discipline before, lad?"

"My Lord," gulped the boy, "the slave traders whipped me once, before you bought me for the governor. But it was light, because they did not want to mar my skin. Never have I seen cruelty such as I see here."

"A harem of many girls has no need for care. If the girls are marked for months, others are available to serve the master. If they are marked permanently, even if they die, they are only one number to replace. They are like so many sheep or camels. I was taught to think of the slave girls as human, even as you and I, who are slaves too. I think the great pleasure the Governor takes in his harem, in MY harem, shows that I am right. Ah, well, let us sleep. Tomorrow we begin the arrangements for transporting the virgin to her groom. You have much to learn there, and I hope the lessons will be easier than today's."



Overseer of the Harem Ch. 12



Bagoas luxuriated in having no urgent duties to call him out of his bed in the early morning. He lay back against the soft pillows and enjoyed the feel of the silk sheets against his skin. The soft bed, the tinkling fountains, and the soft noises in the hallway reminded him that he was not at home.

Bagoas was a person of power in his own world. He was, indeed, Overseer of the Harem of Governor Glaouri in the desert oasis of Ouarazate. Naturally this meant he was a eunuch, but he had long ago accepted that fact. He had risen to power the way a eunuch can, by careful attention to his charge and to politics.

He heard soft snores coming from the floor nearby, telling him that Hamid, his body servant and protegee, still slept. He decided to relax in his own bed, letting the boy sleep a bit longer. Hamid was, of course, also a eunuch. He was rapidly learning his trade and was of great assistance to Bagoas in overseeing the three slave girls who made up the Governor's harem. 

Bagoas knew that everything changed today. He lay in this magnificent bed in the capital city of Rabat, indeed in the Sultan's very palace. Not long ago, as told in previous chapters of this story, the Governor had stunned the entire valley by summarily divorcing his wife, Durrah, and sending her back to her father. Shortly after, the news spread that the Sultan had honored Governor Glaouri to the highest extent, by offering him one of the royal daughters to be his wife. Bagoas and Hamid had traveled to the palace to bring the bride to her groom.

This would surely be no easy task. Even eunuchs were not allowed to see a royal princess alone. Bagoas knew that some old hag from the harem would be assigned as the girl's chaperone, and that everything he did must be done through that woman. He was resolved to strike up a good relationship with her from the start. Bagoas and the old lady would share the task of preparing the virgin girl to please her husband. It would not be simple.

Bagoas heard a tinkling of bells entering the room. He opened his eyes and beheld a beautiful dark girl, completely nude, bringing him fruit juice. He was gratified to be thus served, although he noted the beauty of the girl only in a professional way. A man awakened by this black slave, with large round breasts tipped with dark nipples, and a shaven pussy peeking from between shapely legs, would surely have other things to do than to drink his juice, but Bagoas of course had no such stirrings.

Hamid jumped up from his soft pillows on the floor with a guilty look. "My lord," he stammered, "let me serve you."

Bagoas waved a negligent hand at his young protegee. "No, Hamid, let her serve you."

Hamid was unused to such treatment. An uncut youth of his age would have been stunned by the nude beauty, but Hamid was not subject to such feelings. Instead he was awed by being the one receiving service instead of giving it. After a moment, he seated himself cross legged on the cushions and sipped his juice through the silver straw, just as if he had been doing it all his life. Bagoas was vastly amused by this.

Bagoas then asked the slave girl to lead them to the harem offices. There, they waited patiently until they were admitted to the Grand Overseer of the Sultan's Harem. His chambers were impressive, hung with the finest cloths and filled with carved furniture of costly woods. He himself was seated in a chair of mahogany, imported from great distances. Hamid bowed himself low before this august presence. Bagoas, however, gave only a slight dip of his head. He was, after all, a harem Overseer in his own right and was not going to bow before another eunuch.

The Grand Overseer noticed this, and a brief cloud passed over his face. Bagoas looked him right in his eyes, and softly said, "My esteemed colleague, it is indeed a pleasure to visit your harem. In the name of Allah, the Exalter, the Giver of Honor, I thank you for your hospitality. The fame of the Sultan's wives, concubines and slaves has, by Allah's grace, spread around the world. Your master is truly fortunate to have such a skilled servant to superintend his harem." Once again, he gave that slight dip of his head.

Suitably flattered, the Grand Overseer deigned to motion Bagoas to a seat at his feet. He turned to a subordinate eunuch and ordered, "Bring the Lady Uneefa in." Soon, an elderly lady strode into the room, straight and erect and proud. Since there were none present except eunuchs, she wore only a light filmy veil. Her bright eyes at once sought out Bagoas.

He returned her gaze steadily. Then, turning to the Grand Overseer, he exclaimed, "But who is this flower of beauty? I have seen many of Allah's finest creations, but never one with the grace, the movement, the fine figure of this wonderful woman. Where have you been concealing her, mighty one?"

From the corner of his eye he could see the old lady bask in his remarks. He knew he had hit the right note with her.

The Grand Overseer chuckled and replied, "Bagoas, this is the Lady Uneefa, aunt of a second cousin once removed to His Glorious Majesty the Sultan. She goes with you as chaperone to the Sultan's daughter."

Bagoas turned and bowed to the Lady. "Surely Allah, the All-Wise, the Loving, has smiled on me this day. What a delight the flower of the desert will be to travel with, my Lady. I know that we will work together well in caring for our precious charge." He was carefully establishing them as sharing joint power over the virgin. He hoped it was working. He noticed that Lady Uneefa smiled and nodded at him.

"Lady, take this eunuch to meet his charge," ordered the Grand Overseer. With a wave of his hand he dismissed them both and turned to his other duties.

Bagoas turned and followed the Lady out of the room. He did not fail to notice that two eunuch guards with large scimitars flanked them. 

Soon they reached another chamber within the harem, with two more guards standing before the door. With an imperious wave of her hand, the Lady ordered them to stand aside and led Bagoas and Hamid into the chamber.

There, attended by two slave girls draped in filmy cloths, sat a small girl heavily veiled. Her head was tilted downward and her hands folded. As they entered, she glanced up quickly, and then dropped her head again.

Lady Uneefa bowed before her. "Princess," she said, "these are the eunuchs who will escort us to Ouarazate to meet your husband." She turned to Bagoas and continued, "This is the Princess Dahab, the Golden."

Bagoas smiled to himself. So Durrah, the Pearl, was being replaced by Dahab, the Golden. He wondered if Gold was more lasting than Pearl. Only time would tell.

Bagoas bowed deeply. Behind him Hamid prostrated himself on the ground. The Princess raised her head and above her veil her curious eyes could be seen carefully studying this large and self important eunuch before her.

"Bagoas is the Overseer of the Governor's harem. You will get to know him well. For now, we will let him see the charms you bring to please the Governor," continued Uneefa.

She stepped forward, and dropped the girl's veil. Bagoas saw a comely dark face, with large black eyes decorated with kohl to emphasize their beauty. Her lips were lightly touched with carmine. She gave a shy smile, and Bagoas returned it with what he hoped was an encouraging look.

Next Uneefa removed the silk robe that covered the girl entirely. Beneath it were soft pajamas, carefully embroidered with geometric designs. The cloth clung to her young body, emphasizing its curves. Round breasts of medium size pressed against the cloth and soft nipples could be faintly seen.

All her life the girl had been tended by eunuchs. In her eighteen years, she had rarely even glimpsed a whole male. Eunuchs to her were nothings. She was not embarrassed by being exposed before them. She expected no reaction. Bagoas examined her with professional interest alone. Behind him, Hamid gulped and tried to look small and unimportant.

Hamid was abashed when the beautiful Princess turned her eyes to him. After studying him for a moment, she gave him a shy smile. He tried very hard to melt into the hangings of the room.

"Governor Glaouri is a fine lover of female beauty," he said to Uneefa. As yet he was careful to avoid addressing the Princess directly. "I am sure that Dahab the Golden will please him greatly." 

The Princess dimpled and smiled at these words. Then Bagoas gestured Hamid forward. He took a step forward, his eyes to the ground. Bagoas went on, "This is Hamid, my trusted assistant. He is second in charge of the harem at Ourazate, and I know you will get to know each other well. He stands ready to serve you in every way."

Hamid threw himself on the ground before the Princess. He had not failed to hear Bagoas' words, but could hardly comprehend their meaning. "Trusted assistant?" Never before had he been called anything but "my servant." And even more, "Second in charge." Bagoas was entrusting him with great authority. Between the presence of the Princess, and the words of the Overseer, Hamid was totally overcome. He lay on the floor almost senseless until Bagoas said, "Stand up before your mistress. Her every word is your command from henceforth."

Hamid gulped and stammered, "My lady, you have but to speak, nay to nod, and I will do it." The Princess gave him a slight smile and a nod, which practically turned him to jelly. 

Bagoas was well aware of the situation of the Princess. Here in the Sultan's Harem, she had been a minor personage indeed. One of many daughters, she had probably had to fight for space on a cushion and compete for her turn at the bath. What service she had received from the eunuchs had undoubtedly been slow and grudging. But now, as the Sultan's chosen way to reward a trusted nobleman she had catapulted into a privileged position. He understood that the young girl, barely eighteen, was learning her new role slowly.

Uneefa, on the other hand, was well aware of the sudden promotion she had received, taking her out of the back galleries of the harem. Bagoas knew she would revel in her power, and he would be careful to pamper and compliment her while holding hard to his position as the one in charge. It would be a delicate balancing act. His careful training of Hamid, beginning as soon as the boy had been cut, would now pay off in having a completely trusted aide.

Looking shyly at Bagoas, the girl asked, "What sort of place is Ouarazate, Overseer Lord?" 

Bagoas gave her a slight bow and said, "My lady, please to call me Bagoas. In Ouarazate, that is title enough." Dahab smiled, but from the corner of his eye he could see Uneefa and he understood that she understood how his words underscored his power in his own domain.

Bagoas described the Oasis and the fort. He emphasized the flowing waters which the fountains brought. He described the fine food produced by the governor's cooks. He tried to make his home sound attractive to the lady, although he knew it was far removed from what she was used to.

Soon Uneefa cackled, "And what of the Harem, Overseer. Where shall we live?"

"Fair One," Bagoas continued to compliment Uneefa, "the Harem is small but well appointed. The central room is comfortable, hung with fine tapestries and with pillows of silk and of camel's hair to rest upon. There are four rooms. Of course, that facing the East, toward Mecca, is for the wife of the Governor. The Golden One will find it comfortable and spacious. There will be room for you also, Flower of Delight, for as long as you stay to chaperone." Bagoas rather suspected that Uneefa would find it imperative that her duties be extended indefinitely. He thought she would be much more comfortable and command much more respect in Ouazarte than lost in the Palace of the King.

"And the other three rooms, Harem Master?"

"There are three slave girls, Lady of Beauty, for the Governor's pleasure."

"Tell me about them, my friend Bagoas."

"They are named Saiesha, Maria, and Brigette, Lady Uneefa." Bagoas noticed that they were now on a personal name basis. "They are all well trained and obedient slaves. Of course the three slave girls will be prepared always to serve the master's wife. They will assist in preparing you for those occasions when the Governor calls for you," Bagoas continued. Looking sideways at Uneefa, he continued, "And naturally they will aid you also, oh Flower of the Morning, with whatever you need." Uneefa looked gratified and nodded slightly.

"And now, Golden One, we will leave you to prepare yourself for the journey. We leave after the muezzin calls for the third time," he concluded.

Bagoas and Hamid returned to their quarters. It took them only moments to gather their possessions. Then Bagoas seated himself in a comfortable chair and said, "Now I must give you instructions."

Rather than letting Hamid sit at his feet, Bagoas gave a slight wave of his hand toward a low stool next to him. Then he gave the boy instructions in the careful care that must be taken with the new flower of the Harem. He explained how to treat her with dignity and honor and still instil in her the duties she owed to her husband, especially in bed. It was a delicate task.

Then they walked to the magnificent wagon the Sultan had included in his gifts to the Governor. Closely curtained, it would allow the Princess to travel in luxury away from the gaze of men.

Soon four guards with scimitars approached, escorting two women heavily veiled in black robes. Bagoas knew that they would be Uneefa and Dahab. Nodding his head slightly before them, he assisted them to enter the wagon. Bagoas followed, and Hamid pulled up the steps behind him as he crawled in.

In the wagon, the women removed their robes and veils, since only eunuchs were present. They relaxed on the cushions and the wagon began its journey. Bagoas spoke to Uneefa on various small topics. 

Yesterday, Hamid would have made himself small in a corner of the wagon. But today he was a "trusted assistant" of the Overseer. Boldly he sat cross-legged behind Bagoas, and even ventured to throw in some small remark now and then. Uneefa eyed him carefully, but soon accepted him as part of the group. She even once said, "Small but wise one, what do you think?"

Dahab sat quietly in a corner. She had removed her veil, but kept her eyes downcast. She did not yet understand the power she held as the bride-to-be of the Governor.

Bagoas decided it was time to guide the journey to important things. "Lady Uneefa," he said, "we know that the wedding celebration will be lavish and long. Yet it remains to us to prepare the Golden One for her duties after the wedding. The Governor is as lusty as a bull and will want his new wife to be well aware of how to receive him that night."

Uneefa cackled her delight at Bagoas' delicacy. "Bagoas, my friend, from what I hear of your Governor his cock is ready to split her pussy for hours after the wedding. Indeed we have to prepare her to be poked in all her holes like a proper wife! Let us begin by telling her more about these three slave girls who pleasure the Governor, and how they do it. Thus she may begin to learn."

"Very well, oh Flower of Delight. I have no doubts that you pleasured a man well in your day also. Your instructions to the Golden One will have much value."

Uneefa cackled again and gave a lecherous grin.

Then Bagoas continued to describe the three slave girls of Governor Glaouri's harem.

"Pah. Tell me more about them. Be explicit, Bagoas. The Princess Dahab may begin her training already. Describe the girls, and their skills and duties for her," cackled the old lady. She gave Bagoas a conspiratorial grin as she did.

"Very well. Saiesha is a Nubian girl, dark of complexion and large of build. She is heavy in the bust, with large dark maroon nipples against her black skin. She is of the faith, and her pubic hair is carefully plucked. She excels in the belly dance, either clothed or nude, and often entertains the Governor's guests by dancing, and then privately continues the dance for the Governor in his bed chamber. Her nether moons are large and soft, and the congress from behind , El Kebachi or The Posture of the Ram, pleasures our master."

Bagoas glanced at Dahab. She sat impassive. Such talk was common in the Harem, he was sure, even if she did not fully understand what it implied.

"Go on, Overseer. Tell us more about how Saiesha pleases the Governor when she is called," demanded Uneefa.

"One evening I watched from the eunuch's chair as Saiesha worked her arts in the finest manner. It was like this:

"Governor Galouri had spent a long day in the Judgement Hall and was tired from his labors. She swirled into the room in her filmy belly dance costume, her finger castanets making an erotic rhythm. Moving close to the Governor, she first bent toward him so that her large tits, shiny with oil, pressed over the top of her costume. Then she bent far backwards, thrusting her pussy under its filmy covering toward his eyes. She spun around and bent over, pulling aside the draping fabric covering the dark moons of her ass. All her erotic parts were displayed and I could see from my dark corner that my master was becoming hardened.

"Then the Abbysinian girl began to remove her costume, one piece at a time. First her top came off, loosing her round dark nipples. They were standing hard and erect. Then she removed her pajama bottoms, leaving only a small piece of silk covering her nether lips. Thus almost naked she danced and whirled, faster and faster. She came to the master and lifted his robe, exposing his magnificent shaft. She sat in his lap, twisting her fine ass against his hard cock.

"Then she turned and let her big boobs engulf his rod, rubbing up and down against it. His hand went to her crotch, and he deftly removed her last covering. This left her dripping pussy free to his touch, and he rubbed it well, bring his fingers to his nose to smell the juices on it.

"As I told you, Saiesha excels in fucking in the manner of the Ram. She dropped to all fours, presenting the round moons of her dark ass to the Governor's delighted gaze. After slapping them a few times, he quickly entered her and began long hard strokes into her wet cunt.

"It was not long before he reached his peak, shooting his semen into her depths. Then, tired, he rolled onto his back and Saiesha pressed her tits against him and softly stroked his rod until he fell asleep.

"As I led her back to the harem, tired but happy, I gave her a small gold coin for this magnificent performance."

"Wonderful!" cried Uneefa. She looked hard at Dahab. "Do you hear, Princess? The Governor is a man who likes his pleasures. It will greatly enhance your position and your power to delight him properly."

Bagoas saw that Dahab's eyes were glistening after his description of Saiesha's skills. "I will try," she said, barely above a whisper, "but I am not sure I know how."

With great boldness, Hamid spoke up. "Do not fear, my lady. WE will teach you. The slave girls will help."

Bagoas glanced at his assistant, smothering a grin at the new found authority with which the boy spoke. It was for this that Bagoas had spent years training him.

"Then, Hamid," he spoke, "you may continue the instruction by describing Maria to the Golden One."

Hamid was watching Dahab out of the corner of his eye. He knew that she was surely a virgin, but she seemed to well understand Bagoas' references to the Governor's pleasure. Hamid hoped she understood that Bagoas was creating a catalog of just a few of the Governor's pleasures that Dahab would soon have to satisfy. The leering grin on Uneefa's face assured him that she well knew.

"Maria is a fiery Spanish girl of considerable beauty. She excels in the spinning dances of her home and tantalizes the Governor's guests by slowly removing her gown as she dances. She is as active in the bedchamber as she is in the dance. The Governor sometimes delights in having his scribe Ahmed read to him from The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nafwazi, and choosing one of the many positions described there to practice with Maria. Her versatility is wonderful. She is particularly good at El modefeda, frog-fashion and Dok el outed, driving the peg home."




Overseer of the Harem Ch. 12



Uneefa cackled. "Frog-fashion! It sounds strange, but I know that it is a fine way to pleasure a stud. Describe it for the girl, lad."

Hamid went on, "Maria performs her fiery Spanish dance to arouse the master. When she is fully naked she comes close to him. Then he pushes her on her back between his legs. In this position he likes to rub her cunt softly until the juices flow strongly. Then he pulls her legs around him, bringing his hard shaft to the entrance of her pussy. With her between his legs he thrusts into her, and she moves her butt so that his entire shaft is stimulated.

"In this manner, they spend a long time in congress. He strokes her with short strokes, and she rotates her pussy and ass with each stroke. Her round boobs are exposed to his hands and he likes to squeeze them and caress the nipples. This position provides the man as much visual enjoyment as direct stimulation to his hard cock. The Governor will begin to stroke faster, and he shifts position slightly so he can deliver longer strokes.

"As he nears the climax he will pull her up close to him, so her tits rub his chest and her pussy is forced down hard on his shaft. After being tantalized for so long in this position, he climaxes hard and long. Maria is long experienced at the many positions of the Perfumed Garden, but this is one of the ones the Governor likes best."

Hamid had his eyes on the Princess as he spoke. He saw her eyes widen, and as he described the encounter he thought that he saw her clench her thighs around her sex. Wonderingly, he asked himself if she was becoming aroused at the talk.

Then he looked over to Uneefa. She also had her eyes on Dahab, and then she turned her attention to Hamid and with a lecherous grin, nodded slightly. Her hand crept into her own crotch and rubbed it gently. Of course, in front of mere eunuchs she had no modesty.

Bagoas was, as he always was, impassive. Hamid could never read his face. Had he noticed also? Quietly Bagoas continued his instruction.

"And the third is Brigette. She is a girl captured by pirates, coming from the far off island of Ire-land. She is very different from Arabic girls, or even the lighter girls from the Nile delta. Her skin is of the palest color, and her small breasts are tipped with little pink rosebuds. She is not Muslim, but Ker-lis-ti-an, and sometimes makes strange signs over her chest when she thinks no one is looking. Alone among the slaves, she is unshaven on her pubic mound and her sex is lightly concealed by soft hair of an amazing red color. Being small and flexible, she will often mount the Governor from above, as in Kalen el miche, the interchange or Rekeud el aiir, the race."

Uneefa was eyeing the virgin carefully. Suddenly she said, "Come, girl. Take off those clothes, and let us see what you think of this talk."

Dahab looked startled at the sudden order. Bagoas was also surprised, but he waved a hand toward Hamid to assist her. Soon the beautiful girl was sitting naked in the wagon. Bagoas noted that her nipples were hard, and he saw a tiny drop of pussy juice between her legs. He realized that she was anticipating what she had heard so much talk about among the harem girls at the Palace.

"Come, girl," Uneefa cackled. "I know you rub your pussy. Show it to us, and show us how you excite it."

Again Dahab looked startled. However, being used to obeying orders, she spread her legs and began to rub herself. After a few moments, she closed her eyes and gave herself up to her masturbation. She found her clit and let her fingers circle it slowly. Finally with a soft moan she climaxed. Then she opened her eyes and looked at her companions.

Bagoas was impassive. Hamid looked away, unable to meet her eyes. Old Uneefa laughed heartily and said, "Well done, my dear. I knew you had it in you. You will do well for your noble husband when it is his cock instead of your finger that is doing it!"

Bagoas smiled slightly. He understood what a help this old woman was going to be. She did not beat around the bush or use circumlocutions with the girl. If Bagoas was trying to do this alone he would have to be much more indirect, but Uneefa was making it easier.

Uneefa poked Bagoas in the ribs and gave him a conspiratorial grin. "Harem Master, I know you have a bag of tricks about you someplace. Do you not have a shaft for demonstrations?"

Bagoas was really beginning to like this old lady. He laughingly accepted the casual treatment she was giving him. He produced a bag of embroidered silk and handed it to her. She opened it and withdrew a shaft of camel bone, shaped like an erect penis and polished to a soft glow. She waved it about and cackled.

"Girl," she exclaimed, "Let this be the Governor of Ouazarte in your mind. We will show you how to render the service he expects from his wife. The first lesson is Firsheah, mouth congress." She held the model prick out to the Golden One. "First lick it from base to tip, up and down."

And so it went. During the days of their journey, the virgin was introduced to many ways of sexual congress. Of course care was taken not to violate her virginity. Uneefa made the necessary inspection and reported that all was as it should be. Within that restraint, the girl learned quickly and showed a true desire to please her husband.

Bagoas felt that things were going well. He and Uneefa worked together and shared authority over the girl without friction. Hamid and Dahab, perhaps because of their similar age, had a free and easy way with each other. Each of them was finding the benefits of their new position and power in their own way. The journey was comfortable and productive and Bagoas was delighted with the way his new world was shaping up. The next step was a successful wedding night.



Overseer of the Harem Ch. 13



The Wedding

Bagoas stood in the courtyard of the Taourit Kasbah and drew in a deep breath. Bagoas was a powerful person in the Kasbah, being Overseer of the Governor's Harem. Today had been the wedding day of his master, Governor Glaouri of Ouarzarate. The Governor had celebrated his marriage to a daughter of the Sultan, Dahab the Golden. The Kasbah had been full of guests, and it had been up to Bagoas to shuttle the heavily veiled bride and her chaperone, Uneefa, here and there without disturbing her modesty.

Now the last guests were departing. The bride and groom had hosted a feast for the most honored of the guests, and Bagoas had been able to leave Dahab at the Governor's side under the watchful eye of Uneefa for a short time. He knew, however, that his most important duties were just about to begin. After savoring this last moment of snatched peace, he headed toward the Harem rooms.

Two eunuchs with scimitars stood at the entrance. They salaamed as Bagoas approached. Besides being Overseer of the Harem, Bagoas was also Chief of the Eunuchs. This meant, of course, that he was himself a eunuch. Unlike many eunuchs, however, he exercised regularly and watched his diet so that he still had a strong fit body. He was an imposing figure as he entered the harem.

He stood in the doorway, noting with satisfaction that his orders were being obeyed. He saw the three slave girls standing naked, grooming each other and anointing each other with the scented oils, preparing to entertain the Governor's most favored guests. 

Saiesha was a tall Abyssinian girl, with large boobs accented by dark maroon nipples, an ample belly which she used to good effect in the belly dance, round black moons of her ass, and her clean shaven pussy. Maria was a fiery Spanish girl, with more pointed tits, a tight butt, and a shaved pussy whose lips were slightly engorged as Saiesha rubbed the scented oil into them. Brigette was a small girl from the far country of Ire-Land, white of skin with small tits whose nipples were like little rosebuds, and a patch of hair over her pubic mound which matched the blazing red hair of her head.

The girls carefully rubbed the precious oils over each others bodies. Bagoas, with a knowing eye, saw that they lingered on the soft tits and caressed the erect nipples gently. He also saw that they paid special attention to each others pussies, causing their cunt lips to engorge slightly and open up. Bagoas encouraged this sort of thing. He believed that allowing the girls to bring each other to a state of mild sexual excitement enhanced their performance with the men.

Bagoas was amused to see, sitting behind them, young Hamid cross-legged on the cushions. The boy was Bagoas' protegee, recently reaching his eighteenth year after eight years of training under Bagoas' tutelage. Ever since he had been cut, he had been taught the duties of a harem eunuch. Recently, Hamid, who had always been called Bagoas' "servant", had been amazed to hear the Overseer refer to him as "trusted assistant." Clearly he was basking in his new dignity, watching and supervising the slave girls rather than joining in helping them prepare.

Of course neither Bagoas nor Hamid took the least erotic interest in the naked bodies before them. Their watchful eyes were solely professional. A male in his full vigor, if he had penetrated to the harem at the risk of his life, would have had a rock hard cock at the sight of the girls caressing each other. 

The girls, and Hamid, looked up as Bagoas entered. They waited for his orders.

"The guests are departing," he said. "Soon Dahab and Uneefa will return, while the Governor entertains in private the five other governors of this region, and his chief scribe Ahmed. He will require the services of all of you. First you will dance, and then each girl must service two of the men. The Governor himself, of course, will rest and prepare himself to receive Dahab later. Hamid, you will attend the slave girls while Uneefa and I prepare the virgin for her wedding night."

Charged with this important duty, Hamid immediately began the task of seeing the girls dressed in their dancing costumes, and then bundled into the heavy robes and veils in which they would cross the courtyard. Accompanied by the two eunuchs with scimitars, they entered the small room adjacent to the audience chamber. 

Peering through the small peep hole, Bagoas whispered, "All except the favored ones are departing. Uneefa and Dahab will come to us." The door opened and the two heavily veiled women came into the compartment.

Again peering through the peephole, Bagoas saw the governor, sitting on the cushions with six men, give a slight wave of his hand. Bagoas pointed to the door. Hamid gulped, then pulled himself up and with authority led the three slave girls into the audience chamber. As the Governor was taking leave of his guests, and offering them the pleasures of his slave girls, Bagoas and Uneefa hastily took their charge across the courtyard and into the harem chamber.

In the audience room, Hamid and the slave girls were greeted with delighted looks by the five Governors and the favored scribe. Maria and Brigette flowed onto the cushions where the men sat, rubbing their bodies against them. Saiesha, meanwhile, whirled into the belly dance of the desert. As the slave girls caressed and stroked the favored guests, Saiesha dropped first her bra and then the filmy cloth around her loins until she danced totally naked. She bent backward with her legs spread so that her pussy flashed before the men's faces, and pumped her belly as if she was fucking them.

Hamid, having slid softly into the eunuch's chair in a secluded corner, watched with approval. He knew the girls were to be trusted to entertain the men well. Dispassionately he observed the tenting of each robe as their hardons grew under the girls ministrations.

Now Saiesha moved onto the cushions and Maria arose and spun into a fiery Spanish dance, dropping her gown as she did so. Her boobs whirled and her legs flashed, and each kick displayed her engorged cunt lips. Saiesha was sprawled across three men now, one fondling her tits, her ass rubbing another in the crotch, and the third fingering her pussy.

Maria dropped back onto the cushions, disporting herself much as Saiesha was. Then, to Hamid's amazement, little Brigette stood up and began to dance. It was a strange hopping dance, turning this way and that. As she pulled off her filmy top, her little tits bounced with each step, and then as she dropped her loincloth her pretty ass cheeks moved with an enticing rhythm every time she hopped. Finally, she turned and gave a series of kicks which showed off her pussy under the small patch of flaming red hair on her pubis. It was a dance like none ever seen in the desert, but Hamid noticed that the noblemen had actually stopped fondling the other girls to pay attention as Brigette danced.

Then she also dropped to the cushions again, and slowly each girl separated two men to her particular attention. Saiesha was famous for her fine buttocks and one had his shaft rubbing up and down between them, as she bent forward and captured another man's cock between her big boobs. Both shafts worked back and forth hard and their owners gasped with pleasure.

Maria was riding on the upright cock of one of her men, and sucking the dick of the other, with a steady rhythm. Each time she rose on the one cock, the other went deep in her throat, and then as she lowered onto the standing rod her lips came out to tease the tip of the other. It was a fascinating rhythm and Hamid grinned with approval.

But little Brigette, the newest girl in the harem, fascinating to most Muslim men because of the little patch of pubic hair, was entrancing the final governor and the amazed scribe Ahmed. Rarely was Ahmed's long faithful service rewarded in this manner and he was taking full advantage of it. His tongue was buried deep in that pale pink pussy and the red hair tickled his nose. Meantime Brigette was licking and teasing the cock of the other man.

Hamid kept a professional eye on this whole assemblage. He was delighted to see the governor's guests so well treated. After some time, each of the men had shot his load with full satisfaction, and they lay back exhausted on the cushions. Quietly Hamid led the naked slaves into the preparation room. There, giggling, the girls showed him the pieces of gold that each had been given in appreciation. Brigette pouted a bit that Ahmed had only given her a small silver piece, but Hamid assured her that the favor of the Governor's scribe might turn out to be worth more than gold to a slave girl.

As this was going on, and the Governor's servants were preparing him for the wedding bed, Bagoas and Uneefa were undertaking one of the most important tasks they would ever perform. Dahab must be prepared to satisfy her new husband.

On reaching the harem room, Uneefa removed her heavy veil, and then ordered the girl to strip. She stood there naked under their gaze, not concerned that a eunuch saw her nudity.

Uneefa adjured her, "Now, girl, you make it all worthwhile. Make him happy, and all will be happy in the Kasbah, and especially in the harem." Here she chuckled, knowing that her place as chaperone to the princess would be a sinecure if the girl satisfied the Governor.

Bagoas added his counsel, "Indeed, Princess, you must pay honor to your husband in the bed tonight, and it will be an auspicious start to your marriage. Remember all we have taught you."

Bagoas knelt before the girl, and rubbed his smooth eunuch's cheek over her pubic mound. He was delighted that he felt no trace of roughness there. The Princess had seen this test performed on other girls many times and was not surprised.

Then he and Uneefa got out the precious ointments and anointed the girl's slim young body in all its secret places. Softly Bagoas circled her nipples with oil of myrrh, smelling the musky scent. He knew that intact men would find it arousing. Uneefa meanwhile softly stroked her pussy with the same ointment. The girl wiggled slightly under her touch and Uneefa smiled. Several times she had seen the new bride masturbating in the wagon during their trip here, and she knew that the girl was capable of a fine orgasm when stimulated.

The girl's butt and asshole were similarly anointed. Bagoas knew that the Governor seldom chose the nether entrance, but he wanted to be prepared. Henna was applied to her eyelids, her fingers, and her toes, as well as an intricate design on her belly. Carmine paste was applied lightly to her lips, her nipples, and the lips of her cunt, just sufficiently to highlight them.

Uneefa and Bagoas stepped back to admire their handiwork, just as the door opened and the three slave girls burst into the room, laughing and celebrating. As they saw the Princess, they quickly became quiet, first in fear but then in silent admiration. Their eyes checked out her nude body from top to bottom, and found no flaw.

Bagoas looked at the three girls, almost naked now that their veils were off. "Behold your new mistress!" he said. "Is she not a wonder of beauty?" 

The slave girls bowed low to the Princess. Learning her new role, she gave them a gracious nod, but followed it with a kind smile.

Uneefa cackled, and said, "She goes to serve her new husband within the hour. You girls have helped over the last days in her training. Do you have a final word to say to her?"

The slaves hesitated, but Bagoas gave them a slight nod. The new bride looked toward them, her eyes wide but welcoming. 

Saiesha spoke first. "Remember how I showed you to shake your ass and tease him with it."

Maria said, "Don't be afraid to put your mouth on his shaft. He likes that."

Brigette took the bride's hand and said in a low voice, "You are small like me. Being on top of him is hard work but it will be very satisfying to both of you."

Dahab, usually so quiet, giggled and said to the girls, "I know your advice will help me. I have no other goal this night but to please my husband, your master. Your good wishes encourage me."

Bagoas glanced at Uneefa and nodded in satisfaction at this appropriate speech. He could see friendship growing up between the mistress and the slaves, but tempered with a proper respect. This boded for peace in his harem and he liked peace.

Now the three slave girls draped Dahab in a beautiful robe of soft silk, which hugged her body. They showed her how it was carefully tied so it could be released at a single motion to leave her naked. After they dressed her, she gave each a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Come, my lady, let us go and await his pleasure," Bagoas said. With Hamid's help he draped the Princess in the heavy black robe and veil needed to cross the courtyard. From the corner of his eye he saw Uneefa pick up her veil also, but he turned and glared at her, and humbly she dropped it. She would remain in the harem this night.

Bagoas and Dahab entered the antechamber. He seated her on a stool while he put his eye to the observation slit cut in the tapestry hangings. Soon he saw the Governor, dressed in a soft flowing robe, enter and sit on the cushions. The master turned and made a small motion with his hand.

Bagoas took Dahab's hand. He felt it quivering a bit, but he saw that her eyes were bright and her chin firm. They walked into the presence of the Governor. Bagoas bowed deeply, and softly backed away until he reached the chair in the unobtrusive corner.

The Governor slowly let his eyes rove over Dahab's body in the soft silk gown. He motioned for her to turn around, and let his eyes rest on her fine round ass. As she faced away, slowly he rose up, and let his robe slide off his shoulders. He moved forward and placed his arms around her waist. Gently he pulled her to him, his hard shaft rubbing against her soft ass, and his hands moving up to clutch her firm round tits.

After a moment she moved slightly forward, and turning toward him released the single knot holding her clothing on. The silk slid down off her body, leaving her naked before her new husband.

He allowed himself a moment to enjoy her beauty, and then pulled her toward him. His hard rod ground into her pussy mound and his hands clutched her nipples. She put her little hands on his ass and pushed him into her. Then she slowly knelt before him, running her body down against him, her tits traveling over his chest, down over his belly, and then meeting his cock.

Softly she rubbed her nipples over his dick. He pressed forward a little and moaned softly. Then kneeling down fully, she let her tongue come out and just tickle the head of his cock, then run up and down the shaft. Slowly she took the end of the dick in her mouth, then flicked it out again. Gently she teased him, never letting the full length of his shaft go into her mouth, but only licking and softly sucking the tip.

Bagoas watched with interest. Of course he took no excitement from it himself, but he knew that the Governor was enjoying it well. He realized that the Princess had indeed been paying attention to the slave girls' advice, even more than he had thought.

Now she was letting him thrust his cock deeper into her throat. He held her head, and pumped in and out of her mouth. Abruptly, he pulled out and took her to the cushions, where he lay on his back. She understood well, but apparently remembering Saiesha's advice, first turned so her ass was presented to his view. Softly she moved toward his cock, and let her pussy lips engulf it. Then she stopped momentarily. The Governor suddenly gave a quick thrust and buried his dick in her wet tunnel.

The girl gasped, and Bagoas smiled with pleasure. He knew that he would find the small spot of blood on the sheets in the morning and be able to display it in the Kasbah. However, he also knew that Uneefa was prepared to kill a chicken if assistance in obtaining a drop of blood had been necessary.

Now the girl began to pump herself up and down and wiggle her ass on the Governor's throbbing cock. After a bit, she turned around, and now faced him, allowing him to play with her beautiful tits as he fucked her. They developed a beautiful rhythm together, and it was not long before the Governor raised his hips up in his orgasmic spasms.

As he did so the girl gave a little moan and twisted her hips in time with his. Bagoas knew that she could reach orgasm easily, but he wondered if it had indeed happened or if the slave girls had coached her in even this part of the act.

The Governor lay on the cushions, holding his new bride in his arms and enjoying the warmth of her body next to his. After some time, he sat up and glanced toward Bagoas sitting in the corner. "Come to us in the morning, Bagoas, I shall sleep in the arms of my bride."

Bagoas departed, seeing his Master slumbering happily with his head cradled on soft tits and his hand resting on a firm ass. He threw some cloths on the floor of the anteroom and slept there that night.

Next morning he was at his post early. Soon the Governor rose from his sleep, and gestured toward him. Bagoas came forward quietly, raised the girl and draped her silken robe around her. He bowed to his master, and was surprised to hear the Governor say softly, "I am well pleased with my bride."

Then Bagoas and Dahab left the room. Bagoas prepared the girl, led her across the yard, and up into the harem. When they entered, Uneefa, Hamid, and all three slaves were sitting on the cushions awaiting them. All five of them jumped up and stared at Bagoas and his charge.

Dahab lowered her eyes. Bagoas stared at the waiting group for a moment, and then softly said, "Our Master is well pleased with his bride." Congratulatory grins went all around the chamber. Bagoas nodded to Hamid, and they quietly made their exit, seeing the girls all crowding around the Princess as they left. Bagoas knew that they all, especially Uneefa, would want to hear all the details, and he knew that the young girl would talk much more freely if he were not there.

That afternoon, Bagoas was summoned to the Governor's presence. Wondering what comments his master would make, he entered respectfully and bowed to the Governor.

"Bagoas," Governor Glaouri said, "I am well pleased with my new bride. The honor the Sultan does me by giving his daughter to marry me is more than matched by the beauty of this girl, and the delight she brings to me. I know that much of the credit for her skill goes to you."

Bagoas bowed again and said, "In the name of Allah, the Loving One, the Giver of Life, I am pleased that your marriage has such an auspicious beginning. All of us in the harem are most happy to welcome your bride to live among us."

"Yes, Bagoas, that is what I want to talk to you about. With this new honor and the prestige it gives me, I expect that I will have many more visitors and important persons come to the Kasbah to consult with me."

"My Lord, I will see that the slave girls are always ready to welcome them ..." Bagoas began.

"Yes, Bagoas, I am confident of that. But my point here is this: So many guests will require larger quarters. I have given orders that a new guesthouse be built next to the palace, with accommodations for many. My builders start work today. But you know that we have always had a few rooms suitable for high ranking guests, adjoining the audience chamber. In fact there are six rooms, with their own small garden and fountain pool."

"Yes, My Lord," Bagoas replied, not sure why the Governor was telling him all this.

"Bagoas, you and the girls deserve a reward, and my wife deserves nothing but the best. You shall make the guest rooms into your new harem chambers. Prepare all that is necessary, and you can move in immediately, as I do not anticipate any important guests until the new guesthouse is finished."




Overseer of the Harem Ch. 13



Bagoas was stunned by the implications of the Master's words. He had only seen the rooms in question a few times but he knew well that they were vastly larger and more sumptuous than the small chamber which was now the harem. He could visualize his charges' delight at having these luxurious quarters.

"Allah, the Giver of All, be honored for this great gift, my Master. I know that all in the harem will not cease praising your generosity and compassion."

Bagoas bowed again and prepared to take his leave.

"Oh, Bagoas, one more thing. Please tell young Hamid, who is now fully established as your assistant, that I am pleased and he shapes well in his control of the slave girls."

"My Master, your words will be more valuable than fine clothes or gold to the boy. I will tell him what you have said." Then with a deep bow, he withdrew.

In the courtyard, Bagoas saw Hamid sitting under a tree. He motioned to the boy and together they climbed the stairs to the harem rooms. When they entered, they saw all five women sitting on the couches chatting.

The Governor's divorced wife, Durrah, had seldom associated with the slaves, and then only to give them orders. Dahab and Uneefa, however, came from a much larger harem and were used to seeking the company of other women. Bagoas heard laughter before he entered, but as he and Hamid came into the room all became silent.

The women all looked toward Bagoas. "I have just been summoned by our Master," he announced. To their amazement, his impassive face slowly changed, and they saw something very unusual. The Harem Master was actually smiling! "What he said to me is very good."

The women looked at each other in delight, savoring this good news.

"First," said Bagoas, "He mentioned Hamid."

Hamid gulped and stared at Bagoas.

"Hamid, he said to tell you that you are shaping well as my assistant." Again, Bagoas let his face break into a large smile.

Hamid, overcome, stammered a sort of an answer. He was even more flustered by the exclamations of joy from his charges. Brigette even clapped her little hands in delight.

"Then," Bagoas continued, "he told me that his honored guests all spoke well of their entertainment."

The three slave girls cast their eyes down for a moment, trying to appear modest, but their happy grins could not be hidden.

"My Lady," Bagoas said, bowing to old Uneefa, rather than addressing the bride herself, "he also spoke nothing but compliments about his bride and his pleasure in his marriage."

All of the slave girls turned toward the Governor's wife, and she reached out her hands to them to receive their joy at this news.

"Of course, Lady Uneefa," he said, looking at the old lady, "this reflects well on you and on myself. Many thanks are due to you."

The old lady bowed slightly, but her smile could not be hidden.

"The Governor then told me of the plans he has to reward all of us for pleasing him," Bagoas said. Then, deliberately, he paused.

All the inhabitants of the harem looked back and forth at each other. What reward could they expect? Sometimes the slave girls received a small coin for their work, but that was the only reward they usually looked forward to.

Slowly, Bagoas said, "This harem is well appointed, but somewhat small." The girls looked around them, nodding in agreement. "The Governor has told me that soon, we will be moving to more luxurious quarters, with larger rooms, a small garden, and a fountain pool for our enjoyment."

Everyone gasped at this news. They could not contain their excitement, and six voices all babbled at once with questions for Bagoas.

"Quiet, quiet!" he roared. In the silence that followed, he went on with his announcement. "I will arrange for us to visit the new quarters, which are empty at the moment. We will do so this afternoon."

Nodding to Hamid to follow, Bagoas turned and left the harem. Behind him rose a tumult of voices as the women discussed their good fortune and speculated on their new living arrangements. Restricted as they were for most of their time to the harem quarters, it was very important to them to be offered this new luxury.

Soon, they had their first look at the new harem. It was not easy to move five women heavily veiled and heavily guarded across the courtyard, but Bagoas and Hamid managed to get them all to the door of the former guest quarters.

They stepped into a small garden, in the middle of which a beautiful fountain threw a spray into the air. The water tinkled down into a small pool, with a rim around it which would permit them to sit and enjoy the water. Bagoas and Hamid removed the heavy veils, and they all rejoiced in their beautiful new living area.

The slave girls were in their soft gowns, low cut in the front to show their cleavage to advantage, and slit up the sides so that their legs flashed as they walked. Dahab wore a beautiful gown of golden colored silk, which covered her fully but clung to her body, showing off her feminine curves. Uneefa was also in a luxurious gown, but in the case of the old woman not so clinging. The five women made a delightful picture as they looked around at their unexpected luxury.

Bagoas directed their attention to the rooms around the courtyard. "Of course," he said, "Dahab will take the room of honor, in the East, toward Mecca. There is a chamber off of that room which will be yours, Uneefa, for as long as we are graced with your company." Dahab smiled with delight, and from Uneefa's look Bagoas was sure that the Princess would require Uneefa's attendance for a very long time. This was luxury that even the Sultan's harem had not provided to minor figures such as they were there.

"The rest of you may choose from the five remaining rooms. One of them will become your common area, and in fine weather of course you can gather around the pool. For the moment the windows have been covered with heavy tapestries and wooden barriers. Those will soon, of course, be replaced with iron bars. But the sunlight will stream down into the garden and onto the spray of the fountain for you. I will now leave you to arrange yourselves as you like."

Bagoas and Hamid left the women alone in their new home. Motioning Hamid to silence, Bagoas led him to a spot just beyond the door where a small guard chamber stood. Here the wall was decorated with a quotation from the Koran in beautiful gold calligraphy on a blue background. Bagoas touched the word "merciful" and slid it quietly aside. Hamid saw that there was a spy hole, covered on the other side by a silk hanging which was thin and transparent from this side. A good view of almost all of the courtyard was offered this way. Bagoas motioned Hamid to put his eyes to the peephole, and then he retired to the courtyard to sit under his favorite tree and relax.

Hamid watched with professional care as the girls, who he now regarded as his charges, ran hither and yon about the courtyard. Dahab was escorted by Uneefa into the Eastern chamber. The three slave girls darted in and out of each of the remaining rooms and then gathered in the courtyard to chatter excitedly. Hamid saw each girl choose a chamber. Clearly they already regarded it as theirs.

Then they sat around the fountain on the raised lip. As they relaxed, Saiesha raised one foot to put it into the cool water. Doing so pulled up her gown and revealed her shaved pussy. Hamid saw Maria looking at the soft lips, and gently reaching out her fingers to caress them. Saiesha threw back her head and gave a soft moan.

Brigette came around behind the Abyssinian girl and put her arms around her, caressing Saiesha's large boobs and her erect nipples. Softly she pulled down the top of Saiesha's gown until the full beauty of her dark tits was exposed. Brigette's fingers encircled Saiesha's nipples and Saiesha arched her back to press into Brigette's hands.

Maria pulled the dark girl's gown down over her hips, and tossed it gently onto the grass next to the fountain. Wholly naked now, Saiesha gave herself over to enjoyment of the caresses of the other two slaves. She moaned softly as Maria's fingers entered her wet pussy and jerked in and out.

Hamid watched all this calmly. An uncut man of his age would surely have found it exciting and began to pull his cock, but Hamid was not affected that way. He knew that Bagoas felt that letting the girls pleasure each other helped them learn sexual techniques and kept them on edge for the Governor's demands. It was not the first time Hamid had watched the girls in their activities.

Now Saiesha dropped her head back until her lips could reach Brigette's tits. Pushing the Irish girl's gown down she sought out the little pink rosebuds and sucked them eagerly. Hamid could see that Brigette took much pleasure from this.

Maria now dropped her own gown and interlaced her legs with Saiesha's. Their wet pussies rubbed against each other and their clits received most of the stimulation. Their hips pressed faster and harder against each other and rocked back and forth. Each had her head thrown back and her eyes closed, and moaned softly.

Then Hamid saw through his peephole what they could not. The Princess and old Uneefa emerged into the courtyard and stood near the fountain, watching intently. Soon Dahab reached a hand up, and began to rub her own boob through the silk cloth she wore. Uneefa glanced at her with a lecherous grin and stepped back slightly, leaving her alone.

The action around the fountain became more entwined. Now Brigette threw a leg over Saiesha's face, and the Abyssinian's tongue probed deep into the little pink pussy. All the girls were moaning and jerking their hips as they came near to their orgasms.

Hamid saw Dahab raising her dress, and beginning to rub her pussy. He had seen her masturbate before so he was not surprised. Her long delicate fingers found her clit and rubbed round and round it. She gave little gasps as she watched the slave girls pleasure each other.

Saiesha climaxed first, giving a small scream as her pussy contracted. Her reaction impelled Maria to her own orgasm, and she moaned softly as their hips jerked together. Saiesha thrust her tongue deep int Brigette's wet cunt and brought the light skinned girl to orgasm too. Then all three collapsed into sort of a heap, exhausted.

Shortly, however, they opened their eyes and beheld with trepidation the Governor's wife standing there watching them. They were not sure that she understood that Bagoas sanctioned their pleasure, and did not know how she would react.

Dahab returned their gaze with confusion. She knew that in the Sultan's harem, such actions were punished, but she also knew that many of the girls carried them on. She had obviously found it very exciting, but now her hands dropped to her side.

Behind her, old Uneefa gave a cackling laugh. "Oh, well done, my beauties! Bagoas is an enlightened Harem Master and you have pleasured each other well and skillfully. But, what of your mistress? You are her slaves. Is it not your duty to give her the same pleasure?" She leered at the slave girls with a lecherous grin.

Dahab turned to stare at Uneefa in amazement. The old lady said, "Go on, my lady. Your visits to a busy man like your husband may be far between. You deserve the same pleasures the slave girls enjoy, do you not? Why rely on your own fingers when such skillful ones wait for you?"

Dahab turned and looked at the slave girls. They cast their eyes down as befitted slaves. Dahab contemplated their nude bodies for a moment, and then drew herself up to stand straight and said slowly, "Yes, Uneefa, you are right. Let my slaves assist me to find my sensual heights." She was learning her role in the harem.

The three slaves were delighted at this command. Gently they came to surround Dahab, and caressing hands removed her robe leaving her nudity displayed in all its beauty. The Princess felt soft lips nuzzling her nipples, hands moving up and down her body, and a light touch on her already wet pussy.

Carefully the three slave girls lowered her to lie on the grass of their new home. One of them poured scented oil from a vial onto her stomach, and another began to massage it around. Her massage moved down to the pubic mound and then skilled oiled fingers probed into the bride's waiting pussy.

Under the ministrations of the three girls, Dahab felt her arousal growing. Her hips rose up to meet the fingers probing her cunt. She rolled her boobs under the sucking lips. Supple bodies met hers in warm embraces. She gave herself over to enjoyment of the sexual pleasures.

Soon old Uneefa gave another cackling laugh as Dahab climaxed long and hard. Her pussy dripped juices and her hips tossed with her orgasm. She gave a deep moan and then lay still. The three girls held her in their embrace as she came down from her climax.

Hamid observed it all through his peephole. Soon he slipped away, and found Bagoas under his favorite tree. The youngster reported to his master all that he had seen. Bagoas was impassive, as always, but he quietly said, "Hamid, this bodes well for peace in the harem."

Bagoas settled back under his tree and contemplated the Kasbah, busy with many activities. He was a privileged person here, well regarded by all in the Governor's employ. His charges were at peace, his assistant was loyal and useful, and all was right with the world of Bagoas, the eunuch, Overseer of the Harem.



Overseer of the Harem Ch. 01



"It is well, my lady," said Bagoas, "for you to rest in that position for an hour, in order that the seed may flow down into your womb. See to her needs, girls."

Bowing to his mistress, and giving stern looks to the slave girls, Bagoas backed out of the harem chamber. He stopped to inspect the guards at door and approved of their condition. Then he crossed the courtyard, a powerful personage in this rich house. He reached his own chamber, and found his bed made up with silken spreads by his own servant, Hamid. The boy was training well. Bagoas has personally selected him in the slave market eight years ago, when he was only ten years old and gelded six weeks before. For four years as the boy learned his station and duties as an eunuch Bagoas watched him, and then four years ago had made the boy his personal servant. Hamid fully appreciated the patronage of the Chief Eunuch of the Taourirt Kasbah and the protection it gave him. Bagoas felt his mind drifting back to that time when he was only ten, and the slave traders cut his balls from him and slapped a stinging cream on his bleeding crotch. With his mental strength he threw that thought from his mind and brought his focus to his present position. Bagoas the nameless (for his name meant only eunuch), Bagoas the unmanned, Bagoas who will never be a warrior, but still in this place Bagoas the Powerful. He was content.