BARBARY SLAVEDRIVER
Book Two – The Rescue
by
Allan Aldis
Copyright Allan Aldiss
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PART VI
THE EMIR IS WELL SERVED
20 - THE BLACK EUNUCHS MAKE THEIR PLANS
It was a few days later and the Blue Team were having their siesta in the team dormitory. Earlier they had laid out their sleeping mats and pillows under the eye of their tall and, for a eunuch, surprisingly slim, Team Overseer, Tanga.
For four nights running now, the Emir had used only his two European slaves. After Diana had lost her virginity, it had been Amanda's turn, with Diana's delicate little tongue licking up from below as, horrified, she had had to witness the taking of her mother. Then both roles had been repeated on successive nights, but, now chained down on all fours they had found, to their increasing horror, that the object of their Master's desires had been their now well oiled rear orifices.
The other girls of the Blue Team were overcome with jealousy and yet were also proud that their Master was taking so much pleasure with other members of the Blue Team. Their team was well ahead on the board in the harem that showed the marks of each team in the monthly competition for the Master's favours. Every month there would be a special prize to the overseer of the winning team. At least Tanga would not now be thrashing them for not having earned more points - and so more cash for him and his assistants.
Each girl was covered by a pretty silken bed spread - with the crest of the Emir emblazoned across it as a constant reminder to the girls of their owner, just as the saddle clothes of his horses were similarly emblazoned to show his proprietorship.
By the side of each mat, the girls' blue silken harem trousers, stiff matching bolero and little tasselled cap, all lay folded up neatly. Tanga liked to instil tidiness into the girls in his team.
Each girl was naked under the silken bed spread - but was careful to keep her manacled hands visible above it so that they could be seen by the eunuch always on duty in the small raised pulpit on one side of the room. The punishment for a girl caught trying to put her hand below her bed clothes, or those of another girl, was an immediate six strokes of the cane.
To help the duty eunuch keep a proper eye on his charges, a light was kept burning throughout the night from the front of the pulpit, alongside the steps that led down to the dormitory floor.
Amanda and Diana lay on mats on opposite sides of the dormitory. Tanga had deliberately kept them apart, since the first time they had been brought back into the harem from their Master's bedroom, staggering, weeping and wild-eyed. They had longed to comfort each other, but the cunning Tanga, advised by Makumo, had prevented this and indeed was still ensuring that they were kept apart and not allowed even to speak to each other.
Instead, each was going over in her mind, as Tanga knew they would, the shame-making scenes in which they had participated in the Master's bed.
But, equally shame-making for both of them, was the memory of the wonderful feeling they experienced when their Master penetrated them. The loss of their beauty buds had left them feeling apparently sexless, but their Master's manhood had changed all that. Now both of them were only too well aware of the now greatly intensified pleasure that they felt when aroused internally by their Master’s manhood.
Indeed so intensified was this pleasure that both were horrified to find that thoughts of their Master's manhood now dominated their minds by day and their dreams by night. This was, of course, the reason why the Housed of Hassan always cut off a girl or woman’s beauty bud before selling her. It was also the reason why Hassan girls, discreetly marked on the thigh with their distinctive small diamond tattoo, sold so well and had such a reputation amongst discerning harem owners …
Now, like the other women, both Amanda and Diana could not help looking up nervously at Naka, the older eunuch who was sitting in the pulpit, his whip in his hand. His shrewd old eyes were constantly looking down to make sure that nothing untoward was going on. He was normally on duty during the night, but had apparently been called in to provide cover for a special meeting of the team's eunuchs.
Behind him was an open passageway that led back into the comfortable quarters of the team's overseers. It was a clever arrangement that allowed the eunuchs to come quickly and silently back into the pulpit and so surprise any girl who might have taken advantage of the temporary absence of the duty eunuch to misbehave whilst he was refreshing himself in the next door black eunuch's rest room.
Through the open passageway could be heard high pitched voices.
Tanga was having this meeting with his assistant eunuchs to discuss the new European slaves in the Blue Team. Much to the fore was Batra, the young eunuch he had put into direct charge of the mother and daughter, Amanda and Diana. Also present was Tuka, the elderly eunuch in charge of the Emir's body slaves, amongst whom Jeannie now figured. Naka was on duty in the pulpit but could hear what was being said.
Pluma, the hugely fat and rather unsmiling deputy to Tanga, sat listening to all that was said but somehow he seemed to be rather waiting to be more closely involved with these white slave women at a later date. This was not surprising for Pluma was in charge of the girls in the Blue Team who had been chosen to amuse the Emir by expecting a Happy Event and who were later kept in milk for his delight.
Pluma's own secret brand of African fertility pills never seemed to fail - provided it was left to him to decide on the day when the girl was to be mounted. Indeed, the eunuchs of the other teams were always trying to learn his secrets, for he was also an expert both bringing out the latent maternal instincts of the girls he was in charge of and of ensuring that once a distraught young mother-to-be had been covered she was given no opportunity to get rid of what she was now carrying.
But that was not all, for Pluma also had other secret pills for increasing the size of an expectant young mother's breasts before her Day of Deliverance, as it was called in the harem, so that, her half caste offspring removed, she would be ready to produce a record amount of milk for her Master's sustenance. Other pills ensured that she remained in milk for a long time. Indeed, it was rare that he did not earn the Emir's special monthly prize for the girl giving the most milk.
Pluma liked to stretch the nipples of his girls in milk. An acknowledged expert in controlling young women’s bodies, he would maintain that there were several reasons for this: partly to make it easier both to milk them and for the Master to take his daily sustenance from them; partly as a highly visible sign of their status as the Master's milk maids; and partly because he felt that girls with unnaturally long nipples gave more milk.
Every day he would expertly pull and stretch his girls' teats, as he preferred to call them, and then bind them with silken thread to keep them in their unnaturally long and animal-like shape. Like his pills for ensuring a good first conception and a good flow of milk, elongating a young mother's nipples was a technique of which he was particularly proud.
Pluma played a key role in keeping the Blue Team's marks ahead of those of the other teams. Indeed the Emir never seemed to be tired of his daily inspections of Pluma's young Blue Team girls with their prettily curved bellies or swollen breasts and fascinatingly stretched teats.
Pluma might not have the drive to overseer the full team, but he was certainly regarded as highly expert in his chosen field.
‘My brothers,’ Tanga was saying, rubbing his hands, ‘the arrival of these European women is a great opportunity for us and one that we must not let slip. Obviously they are delighting the Master, may Allah enable him, with our assistance, to continue to enjoy his women forever!’
He glanced towards the corner of the room where Makumo, his superior as the Emir's chief black eunuch, was sitting, nodding. Tanga was Makumo's best Team Supervisor, but he still wanted to listen in to the meeting to make sure that Tanga had everything under control.
‘Already the Master has rewarded us all,’ again he nodded ingratiatingly towards the now smiling Makumo. ‘It was, of course, our superior's judgement in first buying the women that has provided this opportunity. And we are most grateful to him for then allocating them to our Blue Team. We must, however, now make proper plans for exploiting their presence in our team.’
His listeners all nodded, for greed was a common characteristic of eunuchs.
‘I need hardly remind you that every night and every siesta that our illustrious Master, may Allah ensure that his interest in his harem never fades, spends in the arms of a slut from another team, as he is doing in this very moment, hurts our pockets!’
There were angry looks at being reminded that for today's siesta the Emir's choice had fallen on women of the Orange team. It was an anger that would be taken out on the backsides of the girls in the Blue Team.
‘Obviously we can't expect him to choose Blue Team women for his pleasure every time, but whether through fear of our whips, or through our better training, we must ensure that, every time he chooses Blue Team women, he is better satisfied. We all certainly want him to choose our women more often than those of other teams - and this includes our new white slaves. Indeed, we must use them to make sure of winning next month's prize - or they're certainly going to feel my cane!’
Makumo smiled. His technique of having jealously competing eunuch team overseers, as well as competing women, was paying off well. Fear of the inevitable thrashings that overseers, keen to win the prize, gave to the women in their teams, to spur them on, played a key part in ensuring that every woman constantly did her utmost to try and catch the eye of the Master – and strove to please him, now matter how degradingly, when she did.
‘I think we can agree that the mother and daughter's first two summons to our Master's bed went off very well - thanks to young Batra's discreet supervision. And so did their subsequent appearances!’
This last remark was greeted with cruel laughter by the assembled eunuchs.
‘Yes, my brothers,’ went on Tanga, ‘this first sodomising of the mother and daughter by our illustrious Master, may the blessings of Allah never cease to flow down onto him, was truly a great success - and an event that has enriched us all ...’
‘But, my brothers,’ interrupted the elderly Tuka, ‘you may have been very clever in arranging these two highly erotic scenes for the Master. Certainly having two beautiful, blond European women chained down for his pleasure very satisfactorily aroused our sometimes jaded Master's manhood and I congratulate you on your astuteness. But do not underestimate the role that was played, unwittingly, by the innocent white servant girl in also arousing, night after night, our Master's manhood.’
The others nodded.
‘Yes,’ Tuka went on, ‘being intimately serviced by a frightened and very pretty white girl had a considerable effect on our Master's manhood - as I discreetly saw for myself.’
‘Of course, Tuka, you are quite right,’ agreed Tanga. ‘She is a delightful young woman, with good big breasts - she's been taught by you to give great pleasure with her now ringed tongue.’
‘And,’ went on Tuka proudly, ‘with the periodical help of my whip, our little redhead has now overcome her natural repugnance to her more intimate duties as a personal body slave. She has learnt that although the ring through her tongue has rendered her mute, nevertheless it also enables her to give great pleasure.’
There were smiles all round at the thought of how Tuka's cane must have played a key role in the girl's eagerness.
‘Moreover, my brothers, she has now moved on to the more delicate and, for our Master, yet more arousing technique of using first one well soaped breast and nipple and then the other, to supplement her tongue in a carefully rehearsed routine when cleaning her Master from behind.’
There was round of laughter. Old Tuka certainly knew how to humiliate an accursed Christian - and make her give the Master greater pleasure.
‘Yes, she is turning out to be both a good little receptacle and an excellent body cleaner, providing services of an intimacy that she never dreamed that she would ever have to provide a man - before she was captured, enslaved and brought here.’
‘And the sight of his erect manhood?’ asked Makumo with a twisted and perhaps jealous smile, thinking of his own emasculation.
‘She can't take her eyes off it!’
‘So,’ said Tanga, ‘I think it's time we involved her in other ways. We must plan new ways of amusing the Emir with this European mother and daughter - involving the maidservant as well.
‘We must remember that these Christian dogs are different from our Master's Berber concubines: they have all lost their little beauty buds. And they are beginning to realise that, in future, penetration by their Master's manhood is to be their only way of achieving any relief or pleasure – and a much intensified pleasure, too. We will ensure that they never get their eager little hands on any substitute for the Master’s manhood.
‘Indeed not!’ came a chuckle from Naka, standing in the doorway that led back to the pulpit. ‘Certainly not when I'm on duty!’
‘Your devotion to preserving the honour of the Master, does you proud,’ laughed Tanga. ‘But as I was saying, we must devise new ways for them to amuse the Master. He is not a young man and half the pleasure he gets from his harem is simply the feeling of power that comes owning and collecting beautiful woman - and what could be more satisfying than owning these British ones?’
‘And,’ added Pluma, ‘the satisfaction that an older Master takes in having a young woman mated for his amusement, in making her carry her half-caste progeny, in having her paraded for him to inspect her swelling belly. That, too, can give an older Master a very satisfactory sense of ownership and power.’
‘As can the sight of a delicately swollen naked belly on a girl who is busily cleaning him.’ Tuka commented.
‘Yes,’ interjected Makumo, ‘and you must not forget why I was sent by our Master to buy these women: for them to be covered and put into whelp so that their milk can sustain our Master next year on the Hajj and provide him with a highly saleable source of funds on his journey. European slavegirls in milk will sell particularly well in the slave markets of Cairo and Arabia.’
The other eunuchs smiled.
‘And,’ continued Makumo, remembering his position as overseer of all the Emir's slave women, both in his harem and in the breeding farm, ‘if in achieving this we can also establish a new and improved strain of Haratin, with European blood, then, of course so much the better ... So, it will soon be time to hand them over to the tender mercies of your efficient colleague Pluma!’
‘Right!’ muttered the huge Pluma. ‘Then you, Batra, must immediately start keeping accurate records of their monthly cycles, so that my little pills can enable a successful fertilisation to take place on their first mounting by the Master's chosen stallions.’
Batra nodded. He was used to keeping such records and to making the close daily and intimate inspections that they required.
‘And Pluma,’ said Makumo, ‘I think you also have certain pills that delay, or bring on, a woman's cycle? Clearly it will be more amusing for the Master if all three women can be successfully covered at one special spectacle. So you must get them all coming ready for conception on the same day! Think of the handsome rewards we will all share, when I report that all three have simultaneously been suffering from a strange little morning sickness!’
Pluma nodded enthusiastically. ‘And I think I should now start elongating the nipples of the young daughter so that she has really good looking teats by the time she comes into milk for the Master. You can't start too early when it comes to stretching the nipples of young girls.’
‘Meanwhile,’ said Tanga, ‘we should remember that although the Master greatly enjoyed taking an active role in deflowering these two women from the front and behind, nevertheless he does usually does usually prefer to lie back and let his concubines do all the work.’
The other eunuchs nodded in agreement.
‘We must not forget that the two key features of a successful harem are frustration and jealousy. Clearly the redhead's sense of frustration is being stimulated by being made to prepare her Master's manhood for use on other women. Now we must stimulate that of the mother and daughter - and the natural mutual jealousy of a mother and daughter. It will be a touching sight - and, as we all know, competition, punishment and the cane can play an effective role here.’
There was another round of laughter, for they all knew what Tanga had in mind: a desperate struggle between mother and daughter to give the greatest pleasure and thus ward off the thrashing that awaits the one who, the Master says, gave the least gave the least. Such competition, driven by fear of the cane, may sometimes be unfair, but as they all knew could be very effective in driving the women from the other teams away from the Master’s bed – and therefore their own greater financial reward.
‘Oh yes,’ said Batra, speaking for the first time in the presence of these older and more experienced eunuchs, ‘I'll see to it that they are so well trained and so jealous of each other that the women of the other teams will scarcely get a look in.’
‘Or even remember what the Master’s bedroom looks like,’ added Tanga, rubbing his hands. ‘I think we are all agreed. The long-term plan is clear and meanwhile, before they are due to covered, we must press on with using them to further arouse the Master. Listen, I have several plans ...’
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