by Paul Enock
“And for my last trick,” said Mike and the segments of the rings started to inflate and deflate cyclically; first the left side, then the top, then the right and finally the bottom segment, pushing the breasts in a rotational motion so that they appeared to move about on their chests sending the little bells spinning about the nipples. “I can get them moving in opposite directions too!” said Mike happily as half the breasts changed direction and their owners stared down helplessly.
Mike tapped the screen again and each girl jumped, slowly turned and set off waddling in opposite directions as their bellies pulsed and wobbled through the holes in the front of their rubber dresses, their arse cheeks flapped through the holes in the back, and their breasts and nipples spun in front of them like little propellers. “God, I love this job!” whispered Mike to Claire.
Chapter 20
The girls had disappeared out of sight and the Prince had discussed various aspect of the suits. He was intrigued by the command system that transmitted vibrational messages through the bones of the spine so that they were only audible to the wearers of the collars. "And these can be programmed to operate in Arabic?" he asked and Ian smiled. Finally, he said in Ian's ear "I have a matter I wish to discuss," and moved out of earshot of the others. "It is about Miss Chalmers. Are you aware that she was trying to deceive you?"
"We have had our problems with Miss Chalmers. I believe they have all now been resolved, but how has this affected you?"
"She approached me three months ago offering to supply some new equipment and gave me a locking device that she said would enforce total obedience: a collar and pubic lock similar to the one she is now wearing I believe. She told us that she could supply any number of these items for a substantial advance payment. When we came to use it, we found that it would only understand English; when the girls spoke Arabic the device wouldn't function satisfactorily. Miss Chalmers apologised for the error and asked for the return of the device and we complied." The Prince looked closely at Ian to gauge his reaction and Ian was looking serious. "You knew nothing of this, of course?"
"She must have got hold of one of the development units."
"I suspected that Miss Chalmers was not acting on behalf of your company because you have supplied many items which are fully integrated with Arabic. But how would she have completed the contract if I'd accepted her terms?"
"Well, she couldn't have. The items weren't in production at that time. We've only just completed the evaluation trials."
"Perhaps if we were to ask Miss Chalmers she might enlighten us."
"I don't believe Miss Chalmers was intending to be here for your visit. She has been planning to extort money from the company by ransoming our detailed plans for the technology. Stealing money from you was only part of the story. She must have realised that you would have revealed her earlier scheme which explains why she was so anxious to copy the drawings before you arrived. It's ironic that the very item she used to try and trick you is now instrumental in her own downfall and confinement. I shall arrange for us to interview her again."
"The Prince bowed again and they rejoined the group.
*
Sarah stood in front of the large fireplace in the sitting room facing Ian and the Prince who were seated in one of the large leather settees. Mike and Claire watched from an adjacent settee. Sarah was looking particularly stunning this morning. She'd been given the opportunity of reapplying her make-up and had spent hours ensuring her large brown eyes, cheekbones and lips were perfection personified. She'd washed her hair and let it air dry, pushing the tight ringlets together so that they fell in a cascade either side of her face and long neck, tumbling over her shoulders and the bars of the steel yoke that was locked about her neck.
Sarah was naked but for the patent leather shoes on her feet. The steel yoke closed tightly about her neck and sat above the smaller collar of the motivator. It was locked in place by a brass padlock which swung under her chin and its presence required Sarah to hold her head up high. It spread and locked her wrists to either side of her head and as she stood uncomfortably looking down at the seated men, her slim hands repeatedly clasped and unclasped in agitation, waving her long fingers with their red painted nails.
Her breasts, modest and pert with small, upturned nipples, were forced forward with her pose and gently jiggled before her as she constantly moved from foot to foot.
Beneath her slim waist and flat stomach was the swell of her hips. A thick bush of dark pubic hair was partially contained by the external cup of the motivator locked into her vagina. Her legs, made even longer by the high heels of her shoes, were linked at the ankles by a short, thick chain between steel manacles.
"It's good to meet you at last, Miss Chalmers," said the Prince. Sarah didn't speak.
Ian stared at her hard. "We have already asked you about the photographs, but at that time we were unaware of your full duplicity. Is it true that you asked the Prince for an advance payment to supply motivators that weren't even developed?"
Sarah hesitated a little too long before answering and with a sudden suction, the motivator drew her clitoris from between the folds of her labia into the steel chamber. Inside the internal shaft of the motivator now embedded deep within Sarah's vagina, solid state circuitry was triggered: a thyristor fired and a capacitor positioned on top of a row of lithium cells discharged its stored energy through Sarah's clitoris. Her scream was piercing and she folded at the waist, nearly falling to her knees.
After a short pause to enable Sarah to compose herself once more, Ian repeated the question and this time Sarah answered with a thin trembling voice: "Yes."
"Were you planning to actually deliver these items?"
"No." Tears were beginning to moisten the corners of her eyes.
The Prince's eyes darted up to lock onto hers with a cold stare.
"Was Rosa involved in any way with your schemes other than to copy our drawings?"
"No."
"Have you approached anyone else with a similar scheme."
"No."
"Why not?"
"There wasn't time. I only had one motivator."
"And where is that unit now?"
"I returned it to Mike's store cupboard."
Ian looked at the Prince who just shrugged. "Wait in your room," said Ian and a maid opened the door for Sarah to leave. He watched sadly as Sarah hobbled from the room, remembering the times when he'd rested a palm against the cheeky little bum that now wiggled its way through the door.
After the door closed behind her, there was silence broken at last by the Prince. "I shall require her to accompany me on my return, of course."
"Sir, I don't think we could allow that. She's a British Citizen after all and she's not actually broken any laws in your country."
"She has tried to trick a Royal Prince. People have been put to death for less."
"And that's precisely why I can't allow you to take her."
"My agents will find her whatever she does." Silence descended once more as the Prince sipped his coffee and considered. "I have no intention of killing her... I will make you an undertaking that she will serve out a term in my residence as a Harem Slave, and at the end of that term I shall return her to you unharmed… She must learn that there are some people who cannot be tricked."
Ian looked at Mike and Claire for guidance, but got no help from that quarter. "How long would be this term and what would happen to her?"
"Seven years service for attempting to defraud a Royal Prince." The Prince looked across at Ian, arrogant and haughty. "She will service my concubines - I don't allow them to have relationships with each other - and be a wet nurse to my children."
"A wet nurse!" exclaimed Claire. "But she's not lactating."
"That is easily resolved with hormonal injections. There are presently four infants requiring milk and shortly there will be two more; my usual slaves are becoming overwhelmed."
"Five years," said Ian.
"Five years," repeated
the Prince, "But in return I want you to make some devices for her." Ian looked at Mike and they both waited patiently for the Prince to continue. "To be able to provide sufficient milk, she will need to be milked frequently. The milk will be taken from her and the babies fed using bottles. I would like you to provide a device she can wear to extract that milk from her. It needs to be locked onto her so she cannot remove or tamper with it and, of course, it needs to be able to cope with much enlarged breasts and nipples." Ian looked again at Mike and he nodded almost imperceptibly.
"And secondly, she will be a slave girl and not permitted freewill. I would like you to supply a fixture that will hold her securely so that my girls can comfortably arrange themselves against her mouth whenever it pleases them. It will need to be furnished with a device to ensure dedicated and resolute service, such as that which the motivator would provide, and it may also be furnished with some sort of reward system if she particularly pleases a girl. She will, of course, not be permitted to touch herself during her service with me."
Mike thought about the possibilities of such a device and considered the lifestyle that the next few years held in store for Sarah.
"Provide me with five such fixtures," added the Prince. "There are always those in my Harem that require the occasional reminders of their status."
*
"The choice is yours and I won't advise you one way or another. If you accept the Prince's terms, you will become a harem slave for a period of five years and during that time your duties will be to provide milk to feed the Prince's babies and to service the concubines. You cannot expect free-will during that time and I suspect that for much of the period you will be restrained. You will not have direct contact with the babies but your milk will be taken from you mechanically." Ian looked down at Sarah as she sat on the edge of the bed, now clothed and unhindered apart from the shackles on her ankles.
"I can't… I can't do it. They'll all hate me and I'll be beaten and tortured… Oh God! Why did I ever consider defrauding an Arab Prince? He'll have me killed."
"He says not. He has promised that if you accept his terms he will return you to me at the end of five years unharmed. Of course, he cannot compel you to go back with him; technically you haven't actually committed a crime against him and I doubt that there's an extradition treaty between our countries in any case. But, he sees your attempt to defraud a Royal Prince as a serious offence against him personally and he can call upon the services of his own secret police service. Unless you can convince our authorities that your life is threatened and you need a new identity, I doubt you could evade him for long and then all bets are off. He will not feel bound by our agreement."
"I have no choice, have I?"
Ian just shrugged.
Chapter 21
The four concubines stood in a row before Mike and at the end of the row stood a huge Arab. He was wearing a western suit and carried a long birch cane.
"Please be so good as to ask the ladies to remove their hajibs and coats," said Mike. The Arab addressed the women and they seemed reluctant to comply, each looking at the others. He raised his cane and repeated the instruction and, glancing between Mike and the Arab, the girls slowly unbuttoned their coats.
Beneath them, they each wore a thin, tiny waistcoat and filmy, transparent trousers. Apart from the light-weight clothing, the girls wore decorations. Light silver necklaces and bangles adorned their necks and wrists and silver chains hung around their arms, their waists and their ankles. When they removed their veils, they revealed more chains that swung from their earlobes to rings through their noses. Without Mike asking, the Arab spoke to the girls again and they slowly removed their waistcoats and silk trousers.
Mike stared in astonishment. The four girls were each very beautiful as one would expect from the harem of one of the world's richest men; tall and slim with flawless skin and exquisitely shaped bodies with broad hips, slim waists, long legs, and firm, conical breasts. And they were decorated all over: silver chains draped from rings on their necklaces to rings in their nipples, then to their navels and their labia visible beneath their hairless mons. Their dark eyes flashed between the men as they hovered in line, each wanting to hide or at least turn away, but fear of the large Arab kept them still.
*
The four harem girls stood in line abreast in the sunshine, each restless and agitated, picking up their feet now shod in the strange, hoof-like boots or nodding their heads and making the plumes of their headdresses wave in the light breeze. The reins attached to their mouth bits constantly adjusted to keep their heads always pointing forwards and the blinkers beside their eyes prevented them from looking at their neighbours. The lightweight chariot to which they were all attached was a quadriga, the chariot of the Gods in ancient classical mythology which was drawn by four horses abreast, and Mike had carefully overseen this particular construction especially for the Prince. Each girl was attached to a drawbar by the same shafts that Claire had experienced; the shafts locked solidly to heavy leather corsets buckled about the girls' waists and covering their abdomens. Their silver adornments were left in place and provided the scene with extra elegance and refinement.
On the chariot was a line of whips, eight in all, carefully aligned with eight neat, rounded arse cheeks, and behind the whips a bench seat with what looked like a joystick in front. Beneath the seat was the control box.
The Prince walked along the line of helplessly restrained girls, their arms folded behind them in leather pouches and their perfect breasts pushed to the fore. He was accompanied by his wife Anmar and Ian with Claire and Mike walking behind. Mike had attached bells to the rings they already wore in their nipples and the girls tinkled quietly as they fidgeted. Anmar stood in front of the first girl and then whispered something to the Prince; he placed the palm of his hand over the girls nearest breast, her soft flesh moulded by his fingers and her nipple encircled by his thumb with its silver chains draping over the back of his hand, and he shook the breast. The little bell was flown crazily around and jangled as the girl tried to twist away in a reflect reaction. "These two were caught together by the chief eunuch; he tells me they were touching each other without first asking his leave." The Prince indicated the first two girls and flicked another of the bells. The second girl tried to speak but the reins tugged her mouth bit down sharply and stilled her tongue. "And this one was caught stealing a diamond broach from one of my guests." The girl third in line was breathing rapidly but looked emotionless. "Silly girl; if she'd had asked I'd have given her a bigger one." They walked on to stand before the fourth girl. "And this one was seen walking in an area of the palace that could be overlooked from outside: she was not wearing her hajib. For her gratuitous exhibitionism she will now draw my chariot whenever I desire to visit the town; in future my subjects can gaze upon all her charms at their leisure and watch as the phallus defiles her." The girl looked frightened as the Prince stared at her, then to demonstrate to her the defiling process he pushed the girl's central spar down as far as its retaining chain would allow and released it; the ribbed phallus slowly slid back into her as she quivered until the spar once again pressed on her clitoris. Claire considered the girl's transgression didn't really justify the castigation but what did she know?
"They look splendid, my friends. Let's see how they run," and he hoisted his considerable weight up onto the bench seat. He looked at Claire and asked "Would you be so gracious as to accompany me?" and held out a hand. Claire smiled and climbed up beside him. He nudged the joystick forward and a synthesised voice said 'Macha!' The girls all moved forward, some stumbling slightly with the unaccustomed footwear, and the reins all twitched individually to varying degrees, governing each girl's efforts; two of the whips flicked down.