The Seraglio on Newport Avenue
by Mesmer's Bauble
My name is Travis Lyons and if you listen to my tormentors I am a nerd or a dork or a geek or whatever they decided to yell my way this week for the eternal crime of being good at schoolwork. At 14 this was old hat for me and I mostly ignored it. The only one of my bullies that still had a real problem with me was Max Harris.
He was big, dumb, and angry; and seemed to take my ignoring him as an invitation to move from verbal insults to physical attacks. It was only a few months into our freshman year and we had already had a few fights, nothing major but I always ended up on the losing end, backing down with a few bruises and lost money or homework or whatever he felt he needed as a prize. At this point I was at my wits end when it came to Max, I was sick and tired of his crap and knew I wouldn't put up with much more of it.
Still Max was the last thing on my mind as I walked around the Arabian Nights exhibit reading the information cards and taking notes. My world history class was on a field trip to the natural history museum. About half the class was paying attention. Our teacher Mrs. Bergen was young and very excited about her job, so she could actually be pretty entertaining. The other half of the class was joking and chatting and still having fun. We had just been given free range of a few exhibit areas so we could find something for the field trip assignment, a short paper on one of the displays and why it interested us.
The Arabian Nights area was a traveling exhibit filled with the treasures and history of ancient Arabia. I was examining a set of jewelry owned by the sultan’s harem: slave bracelets and rings, hair combs, and anklets all made of gold and covered with precious stones. They were beautiful and I couldn't help but imagine what a woman would look like in a gauzy harem dress decked in gold. My internal reverie was interrupted when Max and a few of his cronies came up behind me.
“Hey Dork! Finish this bullshit assignment yet?” Max said reaching out and pulling at my notebook.
“No” I replied, my voice tinged with anger. I held on tight and refused to give up the notebook there was a love note in the back to Susan Baxter and I wasn't letting it out of my grip. “Leave me alone Max, I'm not in the mood.”
Max turned to his friends, “Not in the mood, huh? Since when does the little dork have a spine!” His friends laughed halfheartedly.
“I'm sick and tired of this Max, why don't you just go ahead and punch me, break my nose, give me a black eye, I don't care... All that'll happen is that you'll get suspended. I'll heal but you'll always be a moron.” I wasn't sure where this was coming from but the words poured out of me. I was sick and tired of being scared of this bully. Let him just do his worst and get it over with.
I could actually see Max's face flush bright red in anger. The bully grunted, releasing the notebook and raising his fists. One of his friends tried to hold him back but Max shoved him aside. I braced myself as best I could as Max's fists came at me. The first one hit in the gut then another across my jaw. Finally he lifted me by my shirt and threw me across the room. I actually felt myself flying through the air for a moment before crashing down on the display case behind me, one that I had been looking at just before, The Crown of Sultan Yathî'amar.
I could feel the plexiglass under me buckle as I landed but before I could do anything else Max came at me again and all hell broke loose. I saw a fist rushing towards me, then saw stars. I felt the plexiglass under me shatter, dropping me into the case and slamming my hand against the crown. It was an overly fancy golden number covered in hundreds of jewels with a star and moon pattern. Then alarms started going off and I could hear the clang of security gates dropping. The last thing I remembered before everything went black was a burning pain in my right hand like a jolt of electricity.
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I woke up some time later, in pain, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. I took a quick check of my body: chest hurts, painful to breath, face so swollen and sore I can barely keep my eyes open. The only part of me that didn’t hurt was my right hand which had burned so badly before. I suppose that'll teach me for trying to stand up to a 17-year-old high school freshman with rage issues and 150 pounds on me.
I laughed a little at that, of course it hurt, but it also drew the attention of my mother. She must have been in the room with me just beyond the edge of my vision because moments after I made noises I saw her frightened face looming over me. “Travis can you hear me, are you finally back with us?”
Finally? I thought, “Yah I think so, what happened...” I was going to say what happened after I passed out but it was all I could get out at the moment. My throat was very dry. After getting me some water my mom explained the gist of what happened at the museum. Max had beaten me pretty badly then thrown me into one of the display cases, which shouldn't have been possible. I was knocked out and Max ended up arrested for assault and vandalism. I resisted the urge to laugh at that.
Apparently I was at the hospital because, in addition to a black eye, bruised ribs, and a burned hand, I had been unconscious for the past day and a half. All the tests said I was just deeply asleep but they couldn't wake me. Now that I was awake, I would probably be able to go home the day after tomorrow. They wanted to keep me under observation for a while just in case. I should have known observation meant more tests.
Several hours and brain scans later I was wheeled back into my room to find my mother and my twin sisters waiting for me. Briana and Danielle's identical smiles broke over their faces and they rushed at me to give their big brother a hug. Only my mother's sharp warning kept me from a very painful encounter. It’s hard to blame them though; they are only 12 and must have been very worried about me. We all talked for a while about what I had missed, how long I was going to be out of school, how the girls’ days had been, perfectly normal family stuff. We even had dinner together with me sitting up in bed.
Eventually they had to go, it was getting late and the twins had school in the morning. Mom promised she would be back to see me the next morning and see if she couldn't get me out of the hospital tomorrow. With my family gone I had little to do but watch TV, they had one of the built in game systems attached to the mini TV on the bed but I wasn't in the mood.
I had killed an hour or two watching stupid sitcoms when the nurse came in to change the bandages. She got my attention immediately due to her exotic features. She looked Indian, her skin was dark caramel and her eyes were slightly almond shaped and very alluring. I could tell that outside of scrubs and after a few hours rest and some makeup she would be a knockout. So I couldn't help groaning internally when she started talking to me like I was 10, “I'm Nurse Nalani and I'll be your on call nurse tonight.”
It was in the tone of her voice. She was talking to an injured child, not a man, not even a teen. “So I'm afraid I'm going to have to change your bandages to make sure everything is nice and clean. I'm sorry but this will probably hurt a little but I'll be gentle as I can. Let me just adjust the bed.” The bed leaned itself forward and she carefully unwrapped the bandages around my face and nose before cleaning the area with a sponge and reapplying the bandages. She did the same to my chest and back, apparently I was scraped up back there too but the salve she put on numbed the pain instantly. Finally she reached out to my right hand.
I had noticed earlier that it was wrapped up tightly but I couldn't understand why. It was one of the only parts of me that didn't ache, mom had said it was burned but I can't imagine it had been bad enough to kill the nerves. Still I winced unconsciously as she pulled the bandages off and looked away. That was until I heard her gasp. I quickly looked back expecting to see my hand mangled and burned but instead the skin was entirely pink and new except for a scar that looked like an asterisk. “This is impossible... I wrapped this hand myself yesterday and it was still very badly burned.” She looked at me as if expecting an answer, I just shrugged.
“Tell me does this hurt?” She reached out her right hand and pressed gently on the scar. It didn't hurt but there was a brief flair of heat, not uncomfortable just surprising. “No, it just feels weird.” I looked up at her and her face seemed odd, as if she was lost in thought. It went on for a long moment before I said, “Is everything OK, with my hand I mean...” Her eyes focused on me with more intensity then before, “Yes everything's.... wonderful.” She quickly wrapped my hand back up and then mumbled to herself “I have to go now, but I'll be back soon.” It was strange, the way she had said that last bit, like she wasn’t talking to a child anymore.
I just shook my head as she walked out of the room, very strange. About 15 minutes later my doctor showed up with some painkillers so I could rest. I had been feeling OK most of the day do, apparently, to a very low dose of morphine but I was feeling the pain again with the new bandages. I happily took the pills and the doctor told me that someone would be waking me every few hours just to make sure I was all there. I nodded and as the medicine hit me I fell to sleep.
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That night I had a wonderful dream. I heard a soft female voice calling my name, “Master Travis, wake... Master Travis, wake....” As my eyes drifted open and came into focus a soft powder blue blob became my nurse, Nalani only she wasn't wearing her nurse’s uniform anymore. She had a veil covering her face, a short loose top with long diaphanous sleeves and an exposed mid rift. At her waist was a thin belt of cloth and her legs were draped with more flowing cloth. The entire outfit was made of a sheer light blue fabric that did nothing to conceal her generous curves. In the dim light cast by my bedside lamp she looked exactly like an Arabian harem girl.
As I took in the sight my brain slowly began to wake and so did... other parts of me. Nalani smiled at my reaction and moved along the side of the bed, she lay her left hand on my shoulder and leaned it close, “Do I please you, Master?” I felt her hand sliding under the blankets and down my stomach until it landed on my crotch. “You need not say a word, allow your humble concubine to service her Lord.”
She lifted her right hand to her face drawing back the veil. I noticed that the hand had a mark on it, a darkening of the skin like a henna tattoo, it wrapped around her wrist in a complex pattern and then stretched up the back of her hand and formed a ring on her middle finger. 'A slave bracelet' I thought before she brought her face up to mine and kissed me with such passion and intensity that it drove all other thoughts out of my mind. As we kissed I hardened further and her velvety soft hand slipped me free and began to stroke my erection.
I had never felt the touch of a woman before and to say it was nothing like my own hand would be an understatement. The way she gently cupped and stroked and squeezed was taking my breath away and she drank in my every breath through her steamy lips. I don't know how long it lasted but it seemed like forever before she broke the kiss and smiled seductively at me, pulling the blankets away from my body and bringing her head down to join her hands.
I wanted to say or do something but my mind was hazy and the whole experience was just too wonderful to risk waking up from. Her warm mouth engulfed my cock sucking it a few times before sliding it all the way down her throat. Soon Nalani was bobbing up and down, her hands caressing my balls as she took my shaft all the way to the base faster and faster. My eyes rolled back in my head as I was lost in the sensation. It took less than a minute for the orgasm to start I could feel it building up and in a rush of pleasure that shook my entire body I spurted jet after jet of cum into Nalani's waiting mouth. She held my cock in her mouth, not missing a drop before gently licking clean my over-sensitive member.
After the intense release I could feel myself fading again. The last part I remembered was Nalani kissing me passionately and whispering, “Sleep and heal, my Sultan.”
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The next day I remembered the dream vividly and actually blushed when the door to my room opened just after breakfast and Nalani and my mother came inside. They were talking amicably and Mom turned to me with a smile, “Guess what honey. The doctors said that you slept normally so they're letting me check you out right now.”
I smiled back trying to hide my blush and half mast erection, that dream had been so real. “That’s great Mom, not that I haven’t enjoyed the hospitality but I do miss my own bed.”
“You just chill here for another half hour or so buddy and I'll finish signing the papers, Nurse Nalani is just going to change your bandages one more time.” I focused with all my might on getting down my erection it was bad enough she treated me like a child I didn't want her to know that I had a boner for her.
The moment my mother left the room Nalani's whole demeanor changed, she solemnly closed the curtain around my bed before falling to her knees and bowing her head to the floor, “I apologize for any pain I may give you Master.” My eyes went wide with shock and then they locked on her right hand and the slave bracelet mark. I was totally speechless as she rose to her feet and began gently changing my bandages. She took every chance she could to run her hands across me. She was finished before I had figured out what to say. Finally while she was changing the wrap on my hand I managed to stammer out. “What...?”
She smiled a radiant smiled at me and gestured to the scar on my hand. “You bear the mark of the Sultan.” She said matter-of-factly and reached down to touch the scar with the hand that bore the slave bracelet mark. I felt the flash of heat and I actually saw her mark glow for a moment. She smiled again this time with passion. She leaned over and kissed me like she had the night before. She then returned to my hand and neatly wrapped it. She then leaned over as if to kiss me again but instead I felt her lips next to my ear, “I will join you once the Seraglio is prepared, Master.”
With those parting words she opened the curtain and walked out of the room. I was baffled I wanted to call her back force her to explain but I also didn't want to draw attention to what had clearly happened the night before. While I was struggling with the ideas my mother returned to the room with a wheel chair and an orderly. “Everything is set Travis, that nice Nurse Nalani even gave me her card in case I had any questions.”
I just nodded as I moved to the chair, it didn't hurt as much as last night but I was still sore all over. Mom grabbed the few things I had on me when they brought me in and in a few short minutes we were in the car on the ride home. She was saying something about how happy the twins would be to see me when they got home from school. I grunted in the appropriate places but I was totally distracted by what had happened and my “Mark of the Sultan.”
Part of me wanted to pull off the bandages and get a better look at the scar but I stopped myself I had no idea what it could do, what if I accidentally did the same thing to mom or one of the twins. I shook the admittedly tempting image of my family dressed in harem outfits bowing down and begging to serve me out of my mind. That would be just wrong. I did need to understand what had happened to Nalani and see if I could undo it or something. Although thinking of the night before I wasn't sure I wanted that to happen either.
I was so wrapped up in thought that I didn't even notice us pulling into the driveway. I looked up at the house and my concentration was broken. I was glad to be home. I was thrilled to have gotten an amazing blow-job last night by a sexy nurse. I wasn't sure how I felt about having a concubine but I'd cross the bridge when I came to it. Maybe it never would, maybe whatever influence I had over Nalani would fade with time.
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The next few days were blissfully normal. My dad passed away a few years ago in an accident at the factory where he worked. The settlement was enough so that all three of us could go to college and my mother didn't need to get a job. So she was around the house all day taking care of me.
I'll admit I enjoyed being pampered a bit, My mom had set me up on the couch in the living room and gave me free reign over the big TV, something that drove my sisters crazy. After one day of TV to myself the twins decided I was getting enough empathy from mom and proceeded to wrestle the remote away from me. I let them have it, the girls were blond bundles of energy just on the cusp of womanhood and when they tag teamed someone it was wiser to give in. Even their older brother knew that.
The one thing I never let mom do was change the bandage on my right hand. I had mostly managed to forget about my scar, except for a series of erotic dreams staring Nalani, but I didn't want to take any chances. Nothing happened when I touched it but then that really meant nothing. Still I was feeling better every day and knew I’d have to return to school soon and then it would be nose to the grindstone time with all of the makeup work. As I went to bed that night, five days after the accident, I didn't know that it would be my normal day of my life.
I had fallen asleep on the couch that night so when there was a knock on the door it was enough to wake me up. I tried to pull myself out of my pillow cocoon but my mom beat me too it and pulled the door open. I couldn't see who was at the door but I recognized the voice immediately, it had been in my dreams just the night before, “Greetings Slave Helen ... Oh dear no... this will not do at all.” It was Nalani's rich exotic voice.
My mother replied with obvious confusion in her tone. “Nurse Nalani? What are you doing here and who is your friend?”
Nalani's reply was steeped in cool disappointment. “This is my girlfriend and Travis' newest concubine Kennedy, I was here to join his Seraglio but it seems the Sultan has been lax in his duty, not even his mother has learned her new truth.”
I was struggling now, I had finally freed myself from the blankets and was making my way towards the front door as quickly as I could. My mother's voice was very confused and slightly scared, “Concubine... Travis...? What are you talking about?!? I think you two need to leave now!” I came around the corner into the foyer and saw my mother standing in the doorway. Beyond her standing on the stoop were two women in long coats. One was Nalani and the other was a cute African-American woman with curves that were obvious even hidden by her coat. I was about to say something when Nalani spotted me, “Allow me to show her the Truth my lord.” With that Nalani raised her right hand and pressed it to my mother’s forehead, I could see the slave bracelet mark glow and then my mom gave out a short little gasp. I hobbled over to them trying to stop whatever had just happened but I recognized the way my mother was staring into space, her mouth moving as if repeating words to herself.
I turned to Nalani ready to yell or push her out of the way, but she just had a self-satisfied smile on her face, as if she had done what had to be done and I knew it was too late. “Master, I have brought you a gift.” She stepped past my stunned mother and the black woman, Kennedy follower her, I could see the woman had a slave bracelet mark on her hand. They both pulled off their coats revealing matching harem outfits. Nalani wore the same one from the night before, in pale blue, while Kennedy's was a silvery color that looked striking against her dark skin.
Kennedy spoke then “Greetings Master I hope this concubine meets with your approval.” They both fell to their knees and bowed their heads to the floor, “How may we serve the Master?” They said in unison.
It made my cock hard hearing them talk like that, but I tried to focus on the situation. “What did you do to my mother?”
Nalani spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I passed the gift you gave me onto her just as I did my girlfriend. You are the Sultan and deserve many concubines. Your mother is young, attractive, and will make a fine head of the Seraglio until you find a First Wife. I do not know why you hesitated to begin your harem but we will make sure it grows.” Images ran through my head and before I could consider their ramifications I saw my mother begin to stir. She closed the door and turned to face me, her face filled with lust and devotion that looked both alien on her face and incredibly hot. “No Mom, you can't... we're family.”
She just smiled like she knew something I didn't, “I understand now, I am your concubine Travis, don't be sad. I am so happy to have a man to serve after so long. I love you as a mother but I also want nothing more than to serve as your willing slave... please don't deny me that...” As she spoke she stripped out of her clothing. I noted that she too now had the slave bracelet mark. I half expected her to also be magically wearing a harem outfit, but where would she have gotten one? No, my mother was simply nude and I could see the juices shimmering between her legs. I had never thought of my mother as a woman before but despite some heaviness around the hips, which I rather appreciated, she must have been just as attractive as she had been before I was born.
The two on the floor began to chant softly I didn't know the language but I knew what they meant, “Take her Master... Make her yours... Fulfill her purpose... Take her Master... Make her yours... Fulfill her purpose... “ The words echoed in my head and I felt the scar under my bandages burn. It was as if in a moment all of my morals melted away. All I could see was my newest concubine hot and ready for me. With a confidence I had never had before I ordered her to her knees and she eagerly pulled my stiffening rod out of my pants. I let her engulf it in her mouth but only for a short while. I could smell her arousal and I wanted to respond in kind. I moved into the family room, my small Harem crawling after me like cats in heat.
Sitting myself among the pillows on the couch I gesture to Helen and she moved to position herself above my cock. I looked her in the eyes as I pulled on her hips driving my rod into her tight wet canal, clearly it hadn't been used in a long time. I gestured to my other concubines I wished for a show while I broke in Helen. They happily obliged, sitting on the floor before me and scissoring their legs together, rubbing their wet pussies on each other through the sheer fabric of their outfits. As they began to moan I pulled Helen up and down on my rod faster and faster, guiding her movements but letting her do all the work. It wasn't long before I felt her tight cunt spasming in orgasm, she screamed out but a slap on the rear indicated I was not done with her, so she only began to fuck me harder. I groaned in approval of both my power and the pleasure it was giving me. Finally after a good 15 minutes of hard fucking I felt myself on the edge of orgasm. I pushed her off of my dick, she fell to the ground exhausted and I sprayed my cum over her. “Nalani, clean her up. Kennedy, show me what you can do with your mouth.”
I watched my former nurse gleefully licking my cum off of my mother's naked body while a beautiful black woman I hadn't known 20 minutes before bobbed up and down on my cock. She obviously had little experience, nothing like Nalani that night but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. I enjoyed the look on her face, desperate to please me as she sucked and licked my balls and shaft. Still I was spent from moments before so after I minute I shifted in position and ordered her to service my asshole. Kennedy took to this with far more skill; perhaps Nalani had been literal when she had called her a girlfriend.
I enjoyed the new sensation of a talented tongue on my anus, so I closed my eyes and sighing in contentment. Suddenly in a flash I realized what I was doing. I had just mercilessly fucked my mother and now I was using a girl who I didn't even know as a sex toy. My eyes snapped open and I pushed Kennedy away from me. She slid back on her knees and fell into a waiting position, sitting on her heels her eyes looking at me in longing. Noticing this, my mother and Nalani quickly moved to fall in line with her, taking up the same pose.
I didn't know what to say I knew I should feel horrible about what I had just done, and I did, but the feeling was muted as if I was seeing it from behind a cloudy pane of glass, “What’s happening to me?” I asked mostly to myself. I was actually surprised when Nalani answered.
“You are becoming your true self. You are becoming the Sultan, our master,” she said as if it was all self-evident.
My eyes widened, “Where are you even getting this stuff, becoming the Sultan what does that even mean? This is crazy, I'm Italian not Persian. All this because I touched a crown by accident!”
Nalani spoke again, “I only know what I need to serve you, but think Master. Hundreds of hands must have touched that crown, yet it only awakened a power in you. This is your destiny, I know it like I know my own heartbeat. You will come into full understanding in time. But now relax, let us serve you, let us pleasure you... it is our duty as your loyal and loving concubines.”
My eyes widened at that, the idea that somehow that part of me that had just taken over, that joyfully used these women as my property was somehow my true self. Again I felt fear but it was muted behind an odd sense that this was as it was meant to be. We all sat there for a long time, them waiting for an order, me trying to puzzle through what was going in inside me. Finally we were interrupted by an audible growl from my stomach.
As if on cue the three woman jumped into action. My mother and Nalani moved purposefully into the kitchen and I could hear the sounds of cooking. Kennedy moved to rearrange the living room. Pulling a folding table out from its rack and putting it within reach but not before covering it with a blanket as if trying to make it more formal. She then fell back onto her knees in the waiting position. I looked at her there she was very attractive the most curvy of my three... concubines I suppose... and large breasts and a spectacular ass.
She must have noticed the attention I was giving her because she lifted herself to her feet and began to dance, slowly at first a seductive dance to music only she could hear mostly involving gyrations of the waste and very attractive ripples in her breasts. As she began to increase in speed I found myself growing hard again. She must have noticed this because she sped up more moving her dance into its frantic conclusion where she fell to the floor before me thighs spread wide and breasts thrust out. Then she said in a sultry tone, “It would be an honor to service you, my lord.”
I'm 14, how could I say no to that. I just nodded and she pulled off her sheer harem pants, they must have been designed to be pulled of quickly because they didn't rip. She turned away from me and shook her ass in my direction. I could see her dark brown anus and her pink cunt it was shaved smooth dripping with juices. My erection stood out strong and Kennedy spread her legs and slid my hardness into her moist pussy. Much to my surprise I felt a resistance before she slammed herself down on me bringing a moan from us both. She began to bounce her considerable ass up and down on my cock. The feeling was amazing but I managed to stammer out, “You were... a virgin?”
“Yes Master.” She spoke between panting. “Before becoming enlightened I was a lesbian and had known not the touch of a man.” She bounced faster and faster sending ripples of pleasure through me as the slapping sound of our skin on skin filled the room. “I am so glad I could give you this ultimate submission my master. You are the first man to feel my touch, to be within me, and I would have it no other way.” I moaned at both her actions and her words. The depth of the change that had been inflicted on her was both frightening and deeply erotic. We stopped speaking then, instead focusing on the pleasure of our flesh rubbing wetly against one another. But it wasn't until I felt the contractions of her own orgasm that I was driven over the top and blew my seed deep inside her.
She slid off me, one hand going to her cunt to catch the cum the dripped out while her mouth moved to my cock, cleaning me off. I turned then to see my mother and Nalani smiling down at us a plate of food in each of their hands. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to see it was my favorite, steak sandwich, fries, and a big slice of the pie I knew was in the freezer. They laid it out before me and then sat back on their heels to watch me eat. I found that mildly unnerving, “You three can eat yourselves or go back to what you were doing before. I'm very... um... content at the moment.”
They bowed their heads in unison Nalani spoke then, “May we touch The Mark, Master. It fills us with bliss and the power to serve you better.” I didn't see the harm so I unwrapped my hand and each woman reached out with their right hands, those marked with the slave bracelet, and touched the scar. The rush of heat burned and I saw each of their marks glow as a distracted smile of bliss filled each of their faces.
“Thank you Sultan,” they all spoke in unison and it was really hot.
“At your leave Master I have to finish the housework and then go out to pick up proper garb before picking up the twins.” My mother said.
The twins, it hit me like a ton of bricks they couldn't see me or mom like this. “Um sure you have my leave, but we can't act like this around Briana and Danielle they wouldn't understand... I barely understand.”
“As you say Master.” She stood and moved to put her clothing back on and I sighed internally. Nalani had been able to act normal at the hospital I guess Mom can too at least when we're not alone.
“I shall help the Sultan's Mother with her tasks.” Kennedy said rising to her feet and following my mother out of the room. In a few moments I heard the sound of dishes being washed.
“Tell me whom you desire master and I will go and bring you more concubines, your harem is far too small.” Nalani said thoughtfully. Apparently she had decided this was her job.
“What!” I said in shock remembering the way she had changed my mother, I had almost forgotten that she could do that. The last thing I needed was more people calling me Sultan and serving my every whim. An internal voice spoke then, it was my own only more confident Why Not? I shook my head at that before turning to Nalani. “No, No more slaves right now. I have no idea what I'm going to do with just the two of you and my mother... ugh my mother is my sex slave and I have no idea how I feel about that...”
“But Master who will serve you when I and Kennedy go out to earn money for you? Your mother alone cannot service all of your needs. Plus it is unseemly a Sultan with such a small harem. May I at least get a proper cook as well as a maid, both attractive women of course? This way your mother can focus more of her energy on serving you!” She seemed genuinely agitated at the idea of me not having enough slaves.
“No...” I tried to put on the air of confidence I had before. “You will not cross me on this Slave!”
She bowed low, “Yes Master... Of course Master...”
“Fine now I need you to make plans to be out of here by 3:30. My sisters are coming home and they are not going to find you or Kennedy here.”
She looked up in shock “But Master... How can we serve you if... “
“Are you defying me, slave?”
“No master... your will is mine, your every whim is my pleasure to serve and obey.” She bowed and scraped some more before standing and leaving the room.
I took a deep breath. It was only 1:30 and I was already exhausted from all of my 'physical activity' as well as the mental stress of dealing with my new lot in life. Still the food was delicious and as I finished the plate I felt a wave of sleepiness fall over me. I quickly stood, gathering my pants from the floor. “I'm going to take a nap... um... I do not wish to be disturbed.” I spoke loudly and heard three chants of “Yes Master” coming from different areas of the house. I pulled myself up the stairs. I was still stiff but my injuries felt remarkably better. Maybe it was just the endorphins from all the sex. Whatever the case, I made it to my bedroom easily and fell into my bed. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to sleep with all the things going on in my head but the moment my head hit the pillow I was out like a light.
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I woke some time later, I could tell by the street light coming in from the window that it was after dark but I didn't feel like getting up yet and facing everything that had happened today. I raised my hand over my head and gazed at the scar thinking about what Nalani had said. I was ridiculous to think that everyone or every man who touched that crown was given this power. If that had been true wouldn't the first guy have hidden it away rather than place it in a traveling exhibit where it was handled all the time. But if that was the case then it meant that the crown hadn't given me something alien but rather it had awakened something in me.
I thought back to earlier in the day the feeling of all my morals melting away. The overwhelming sense of rightness in ruling over my concubines, regardless of who they had been before. It had felt amazing, the freedom, the pleasure... I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't want to feel that way again. On the other hand it was terrifying that there was something inside me that gleefully used my own mother as a sex object, not to mention two strangers, a part of me that only cared for his own pleasure. That Travis would probably have sent Nalani out seeking the hottest slaves she could find, maybe even a celebrity or two.
I shook my head at that, it was tempting, so very tempting. It was even hard to see it as wrong after their change all three of my concubines had been elated at the prospect of serving my every whim. They were overjoyed to be my property. I don't think I can undo the effects of the scar, and even if I could I'm not sure they would thank me. They very well might beg me to take ownership of them again. I sighed deeply, assuming my concubines had done as they had been told I should at least be able to have a normal evening with my sisters. I didn't want to suck them into this as either victims or witnesses.
I threw the covers off of me, double checked that my pajamas were still covering everything they were supposed to and crossed my room to the door. Pulling it open I began to speak trying to act like everything was normal. “I'm up guys! What’s for din....” the words froze in my throat as I saw what was waiting for me in the hallway just outside my bedroom. My mother was on her knees, she had found one of the harem girl outfits like Nalani and Kennedy, only hers was an opalescent green. Before her, kneeling right by my feet were my twelve-year-old twin sisters, Briana and Danielle, their eyes gazing up at me with identical expressions of lust and worship.
My mind whirled as I took in the scene. They obviously didn't make sheer harem girl costumes for 12-year-olds so it looked as if mom had taken a pair of scissors to much more innocent costumes. Cutting away the chest piece and cutting the crotch out of the pants so my sisters’ twin budding breasts and twin naked cunts were on display, leaving them only with the gauzy arm and leg covers which did nothing but show what they now were, my concubines. The matching slave bracelet marks only further confirmed it.
How could this have happened? I thought back to what I had told everyone before I took my nap and it all clicked into place. I had told my mother that “We can't act like this around Briana and Danielle, they wouldn't understand” but I had only told Nalani “No more slaves right now.” In hindsight it seemed obvious, my mother and probably Kennedy too could convert women. My mom, following her instructions to the letter had decided to help Briana and Danielle understand everything so that she could act like this with them around.
“How may we serve you Master?” the three voices I knew best in the world spoke in unison. I managed to get out, “Downstairs.” as I walked past them and headed down into the living room. I was shaken inside. Not only from the horror of it, but from lust as well. My sisters were beautiful blossoming young women, just discovering their sexuality as their curves began to develop. I couldn't deny the arousal that had rushed through me when I saw them like that. So full of lust and devotion. It was sick, it was wrong, it was hot. I wanted to turn around. See if they were crawling after me like the women had done before crawling like animals in heat wanting nothing more than to serve my every whim regardless of how perverse.
I felt the scar on my hand start to burn and I felt the wave of lust and rightness washing over me but, rather than fall into it, I fought it. I gritted my teeth and focused every last drop of energy into repressing the rising power from the scar. The world around me started to fade to black as I fell back on the couch.
Suddenly I was somewhere else, an Arabian Seraglio draped in white silk and filled with pillows. Splayed across them in various states of undress were every woman I had ever had an even remotely sexual through about, from my mother and sisters, to my teacher, to a woman who I had sat next to once on a plane two years ago who had an absolutely enormous rack. In the center of the large room sat me or rather Sultan Travis barely covered in a silk gown and wearing a golden crown. He seemed older than me and much more comfortable in his power. When he spoke his voice radiated confidence. “Why do you resist me? Look around, look at what you could have if only you gave yourself over to your destiny”
“Is that what you are? My destiny...”
“Of course,” he waved his hand around the room, “Everything you deserve, everything you've ever dreamed of and the darkest dreams you’re too afraid to admit you have.” He gestured and Briana and Danielle crawled across the floor to him and began to suck his rod in tandem.
I looked around, it was true a part of me wanted this... but was that all I wanted... a harem, never to have anything in my life but mindless pleasure, my every whim answered by eager concubines? “You’re not my destiny... you’re nothing but my id, my boundless desire let loose by the simple knowledge that I can have everything.”
“You’re wrong you know. But, even if you were right, what are you going to do? You've gone too far already- you have five concubines already, maybe more if dear Kennedy took some initiative. The power isn't going away. Why not use it? Take everything.”
I shook my head, confidence filling me as well now that everything fell into place. “You’re right, I have the power now but I'm not going to let you decide how I use it. I'll take my concubines, I'll claim my power but I'll do it on my own terms, as myself. And I'll do a lot more with it then just fuck around.”
I could hear his laugh fading as I came back to myself, my mother and sisters were sitting on their heels watching me with worried looks on their faces. I smiled at them. They were all very attractive. They wanted to serve me, and I wasn't going to deny either their wishes or my own. It wasn't about embracing my id and abandoning my morals it was about adjusting to the new normal. “Mom, suck on my cock. Girls, I want you to join me up on the couch and watch her carefully, learn.” My mother gleefully pulled down my pants and began to take my cock into her mouth. “Slowly mom, you’re teaching now, not just getting me off.”
She nodded and the girls climbed onto the couch snuggling up next to me, pressing their budding breasts against my arms. My hands reached down to their pussies and, as my mother began to slowly tease my cock into an erection, I began to masturbate my sisters. Briana on my right started moaning immediately as I diddled her clit but Danielle was very quiet until I slipped one finger inside her tight passage, then she began to rock back and forth on my finger whimpering in the sexiest way I had ever heard. All the time their eyes were locked on my mom's actions absorbing every move and lick like good little students.
My mother had skill with her mouth, she must have made dad very happy, and soon I was rock hard and feeling close to the edge. I stopped her with a word and looked back and forth at my sisters. Both were panting in pleasure, a sheen of sweat covered their bodies as two of my fingers impaled each of their slits. “Briana, the left side of my cock. Danielle the right. Mom has me right on the edge, I want you two to finish me off together.” They slid off my fingers with moans and fell to the floor, each on one side of my cock. Soon their small mouths and tiny tongues were dancing up and down my cock.
The sight was incredible but before I lost it completely I managed to get out, “Mom, take over for me, finger them both, make them cum.” My mother gave off a submissive, “Yes Lord.” As she took position behind the girls and began to work. I could feel them gasp into my cock, my mother was obviously more forceful then I had been and they were enjoying it. I reached down gripping a fist of blond hair in each hand as I moved them around my cock helping them bring me over the edge. It wasn't too much longer before I pulled their heads together over the head of my cock and as I yelled the word, “Share!” I blew my load over both of their identical faces.
True to their instructions the girls began licking my cum off of each other’s faces still moaning from my mother's ministrations. The sight was breathtaking as the moved from licking cum to kissing each other with inflamed passion. I watched the sight for a long while. My mother with one hand in each of her daughters’ cunts, while my sisters made out and rocked back and forth, fucking her hands. Eventually the both screamed out in pleasure and collapsed in orgasm. I was actually shocked they had cum together but as twins it made the image perfect.
My cock was rock hard again and I realized there was one hole I had yet to try today and I knew who deserved a good buggering more than most. “Mom, where is Nalani's card?” She pointed to the fridge. I was hungry so I grabbed a hunk of pie for lunch and ate quickly. I dialed the number on the card and the phone was quickly answered, “Master?” She responded in her exotic voice.
“Where are you?” She rattled off an address and room number for a motel a few blocks away. “Don't anyone leave, I'll be there in a few.”
I ran upstairs quickly and pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. As I passed my mother and sisters, mom was still finger fucking the girls they just mewled and moaned in pleasure half out of their minds after what had to be their first orgasms. “I'm going out, I may not be home tonight. It would please me if you prepared Briana and Danielle's holes for me. Don't rush, and don't hurt them. But I will want to take both of their virginities soon.” My mother nodded in excitement either from the prospect of fucking my sisters with objects to stretch their cunts and asses or merely from the joy of having a command. “Yes Master!”
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I stood outside the motel room door thinking deep thoughts. My overwhelming sexual desire had died down during the walk and it gave me a chance to think more clearly. It wasn't that I regretted my choices regarding my family. I felt guilty that things were this way but it really hadn't been my fault. I had never used this power intentionally. It honestly would have been cruel to force them to pretend like everything was normal while their minds boiled over with new submissive sexual thoughts.
I was thinking about Nalani. She had been my first....convert... and while she was clearly devoted to me she seemed to have much more drive to make this fantasy of my modern day harem come true then even I had. Mom, the twins, even Kennedy had all been submissive and unquestioningly obedient. But if my gut was correct Nalani had probably already found a loophole in my orders from this afternoon, to make sure that my harem continued to grow against my will. I was going to have to change that, make sure she was loyal to my vision of how I planned to use these powers not whatever destiny she had seen for me from the scar.
I knocked on the door once and I heard rapid movement inside the room. After a brief moment Kennedy opened the door in her silvery harem outfit. She went quickly to fall to her knees but I stopped her with a word and moved with her into the hotel room. The room was small with one large bed, a TV, and not much else. There were four women in it. The two I didn't know smiled brightly at the sight of me and fell to their knees. “How may we serve you, Master?” Both were dressed in harem garb though both had been altered to, apparently, show their jobs in my harem.
The first woman was a young Asian teen, she couldn't have been older than 19. She was tiny maybe only five feet tall but she was perfectly proportioned and very beautiful. She was dressed in a sheer black harem outfit with a little white apron, high heels, and little white cap. Obviously she was meant to be both a concubine and a maid. Her slave mark stood darkly against her pale skin.
The other woman was probably around my mother’s age or a little older. She was defiantly what one would call a MILF. Mature but curvy and very sexy in a natural way. Her outfit was all in white and topped with a chef hat. I wondered how many different restaurants Nalani and Kennedy had gone to looking for a cook who was also a beauty.
I smiled at them both, it wasn't their fault they had gotten sucked into it. They preened under my gaze and I gestured for them to kneel. Finally my eyes moved to Nalani. She was sitting on the bed, her face turned away from me like a child who knows they are about to be punished. “Let me guess... I told YOU not to make any more slaves so you convinced Kennedy to do it for you.”
“Master I only...” Her voice was hesitant and filled with shame.
“You ONLY defied the spirit of my commands because you think you know what should be better than I do.” I said firmly.
“No master, NO...” She slid from the bed onto her knees and pressed her face to my feet. “I am your concubine, I live only to serve you.”
“And yet you defied me. Something must be done... but first we have to take away your defiance. I hate to do this intentionally but you are far too unpredictable.” I lifted my hand and pressed my scar to her head. I hadn't tried anything like this before but I knew it would work. Speaking to my other self, facing him, seemed to have put me more into the driver’s seat of this power. This time I pushed my will, my thoughts through the scar and into her. I could feel the connection being formed and truly understood the depth of the power I now wielded. The concubine programming was an echo, a leftover from the last person with this power but I could do anything with it that I wished.
I reached inside her mind and found the core of the concubine programing. I could see it, her image of the Seraglio me ruling dozens of women and her at my side as my first wife. I could feel her overwhelming desire to make this a reality, a desire so strong it went against the core tenants of her concubine self. With an effort of will I burned that image away leaving behind only the submissive concubine Nalani and turning all of her passion and desire back towards me.
It was over in an instant, Nalani moaned in shame as her new programming clashed with her actions. A moan I heard echoed by Kennedy as well. I turned to see her kneeling as well, face to the floor. “I'm so sorry Master, I didn't know forgive your humble servant what must I do to repent.” I smiled at her.
I reached down to her raised her head and kissed her deeply “You have nothing to atone for Kennedy. Nalani however has to pay for both what she has done and deceiving you about it.” I turned back to the groveling young Indian woman. She looked very appealing face down and ass up. My erection began to stir again as I thought about what sort of punishment I had in mind for Nalani.
“Concubine Nalani, on the bed, ass to me, pants off.” She jumped to follow my orders and in moments I was gazing lustily at her dark caramel ass. I gave it a few hard slaps and enjoyed the whimpers of pleasure/pain. “Any anal experience slave?” Her voice was muffled with her face pressed into the bed.
“I have never had anal sex master, but I've often had Kennedy tongue my ass. I've enjoyed that.” Somehow it didn't shock me to hear that she was the dominant one in their relationship.
“Kennedy on the bed, shove her face in your ass. Nalani is going to apologize by worshiping your asshole and you WILL enjoy it, won't you Kennedy?” As she moved into place she smiled at me, “Oh yes... I will Master.”
As Nalani began her worship of her girlfriend’s round black ass I dipped my fingers into her moist cunt and smeared the juices around her asshole. First, I pushed one, then two fingers inside her tight backdoor. “Relax your ass Slave.” With the words I felt my fingers slip in more easily. I smiled and pulled down my pants. I quickly found the right angle and then without warning I shoved my entire length deep into her tight brown anus. She screamed her pleasure and pain into Kennedy's ass.
I continued to ream her mercilessly, it was intensely satisfying, the tight sensation and warm forbidden hole. I continued to pump myself in and out of her ass. After several long minutes I turned, looking back at the pair of women still sitting on the floor waiting for orders. “Um... maid, I want you to lick my ass. Cook, lick my balls.” I was greeted with a chorus of joyful, “YES MASTER!” and in moments the sensations went from amazing to mind blowing.
Two concubines worshiping my body and a tight ass to pound. I was in heaven. Pleasure surrounded me and ran through me. I fucked mercilessly and with abandon; the tongues dancing over my most sensitive areas. I don't know how long it went on but eventually I erupted into Nalani's ass with a roar of orgasm. I fell back onto the bed beside her. I moved up and kissed Kennedy passionately while Nalani continued to worship her ass. The other girls climbed up after me, continuing their worship. I groaned in pleasure, “What are their names... by the way?”
Kennedy answered in between moans, “Ai....*pant pant*... and Sharon...” I nodded taking in the names. “I don't suppose that you checked if they had any family or friends that might come looking for them.” She frowned and shook her head. “Ah well. I'll deal with that tomorrow. Concubines. CUM FOR ME.” The sounds of four women moaning in pleasure filled the room. I lay back down on the bed. I wrapped Kennedy in one arm and the Asian girl, Ai in the other. Sharon and Nalani curled up at my feet and I relaxed. I had plans for the future. Plans that extended beyond more sex, though certainly sex would be part of it. But for now I was satisfied. Tired and happy. And with a little luck I'd have twin girls to deflower at home in a few days. Life was good.
EPILOGUE
I stretched and yawned, smiling down at the lovely 30 something Asian woman who had woken me by sucking my cock. She was Mia, Ai's older sister and had been with me for over two years at this point. She had some of the best mouth technique of any of my concubines and it was always a pleasure when she was scheduled to wake me. Her harem outfit, in violet, was very becoming on her more mature and curvy frame. Usually I moved on with my day but with Mia I always took the time to enjoy my wake up blow-job and let her finish.
As always her technique was varied and skillful. Today she surprised me into orgasm with a lubed finger in my ass and a quick prostate massage. I shot my load into her mouth and she smiled, showing me the cum before swallowing. “Thank you for your seed Master.”
“No, as always, thank you Mia, why don't you have a nice 15 minute orgasm before resuming your duties.” I smiled as her hips began to buck and she moaned in pleasure screaming out, “Thank you Master!!”
I slipped from my bed, naked as always but threw on a silk robe before walking to the bathroom. Someone had suggested a body slave but I decided I could still piss and shit on my own. Showers with concubines were for special occasions not every day... a boy could get spoiled. After my morning ablutions I moved down the stairs to my command center. Half my old living room was dominated by a bank of computers and phones manned by some of my most competent slaves. They helped manage my plans outside of our neighborhood.
I turned to Gina, a recent convert who was wearing a pair of suit pants and a jacket without a shirt on underneath. Bearing her ebony double Ds for all the world to see. “Gina how goes things with Antonia?” She smiled at me and ran her fingers over her tits, I made a mental note to fuck her today, it had been a while and they seemed to need it more when they were new. “She called in a few hours ago, thanks to her tricks in bed she has the senator eating out of her cunt. He will be voting the way we want on the gay marriage bill.”
“Excellent, it’s about time we got that passed. How goes the progress on the nationalized health care?” Another of my worker bees, a gorgeous Irish girl named Chloe with bright red hair and freckles half way down her breasts responded, “We're moving concubines into place, you may need to take a trip to Washington to recharge their marks I'd say another year at least.”
I nodded “Progress at least,” I gestured to my dozen workers, “Excellent progress girls, keep me informed and be good little slaves and have yourselves some quiet but intense orgasms NOW!” There were stifled moans for a short while followed by, “Thank you Master.” coming from scattered lips. I turned away from them and moved towards my father’s office, now the school room.
Opening the door I glanced inside and smiled. Mrs. Bergen my old history teacher stood naked before a class of seven nude girls ranging in ages from 9 to 14 also. They shifted in their seats moving the dildos inside them as they listened to her speak. They had been talking about world history but when Cindy Bergan saw me her eyes lit up and she raised an eyebrow, “Sex lessons Master?”
I smiled, “Why not.” My sisters were the oldest girls in the class and were already quite experienced with all varieties of sex, though they still wore the dildo and buttplug in class to keep them stretched and stimulated. The other girls were all children of other concubines who had been brought into the harem at their mother’s or sister’s request. Sometimes I felt bad for all of the husbands and fathers who lost their women to me but I did my best to take those with minimal families and those who I couldn't help but take from, I always sent some young thing with orders to make them VERY happy.
I lay back on the couch in the room and my sisters began to massage my cock bringing it erect with their high level of skill. I asked them, “Who needs to most oral practice?” They indicated the nine year old Annabelle who was my cook Sharon's daughter. I had only allowed her to be turned recently because I did have limits and seven-year-olds were just too young. I usually made the cutoff ten but her mother had begged. Annabelle came over to my erect cock and murmured, “Master” in a reverent tone before slowly taking my cock in her tiny hands and beginning to stimulate it as she had been taught.
My sisters gave running commentary and tips while there rest of the class watched. She wasn't half bad and I'd be the first to admit the taboo of getting a blowjob from a nine-year-old still turned me on. As I was getting close to orgasm I praised her on her growing skills and had the class gather around my cock. “Cindy if you would do the honors.” Their teacher reached down and began to jack me off expertly until I blew my substantial load over the faces of the five young girls. I smiled in the afterglow and at the sight of them all attacking one another, licking my cum off of their faces and tits before descending into an underage lesbian orgy.
“Keep up the good work Cindy, you will masturbate to the show and will have an intense orgasm, as always, at their underage antics.” Mrs. Bergen sat back on her chair and spread her legs starting to tease her pussy. “Danielle, Briana follow me.” They answered with a chorus of “Yes Master's” as they followed me out of the room. My last stop before breakfast was the breeding room. What had once been the garage was now a warmly decorated room with about a half dozen pregnant women in it.
They were being overseen by a young doctor wearing nothing but a lab coat and only just starting to show. “Doctor, how goes everything in here?” She gazed adoringly at me before speaking, “Master your mothers are all doing well, there are no problems with any of the children and as instructed I have taken steps to ensure they are all female.”
“Wonderful.” I looked over my pregnant concubines, most had been with me for the longest. Nalani was here, 8 months pregnant. As was Kennedy, six months into her second child. My Mother was also there smiling blissfully, her stomach stretched as far as it could go, it was very close to her due date. There were other women as well, some had been accidents but one in particular had not been. I went over to Jewel Staite, just three months pregnant and filled with the same joy as all of my other concubines.
I owned quite a few celebrities but most of them could only visit occasionally, I had always had a crush on Jewel and made the point to impregnate her so she had a reason to step out of the lime light for a while. I gestured to my sisters, “It’s your turn to pleasure my breeders. Give them all the pleasure they can take, make them cum like wild.” My sisters scampered off towards Nalani to begin their task and I turned back towards Jewel.
“Jewel lean back, I'm going to fuck your ass.” She smiled up at me with the same charming smile that had first enchanted me on TV. “Oh thank you master, you know how much I love anal orgasms!”
Sometime later I returned to the living room and sat before my computer. I looked around and thought about all I had accomplished. Nearly 100 concubines, 30 of which lived with me the rest out of missions to push my agenda and hopefully make the world a better place in the process. I was a very happy young man.
I thought back to the version of me sitting in his lonely Harem. I'm sure if I had gone that route I would have been superficially happy but now I got all the sex I wanted and I still feel more fulfilled then I could have ever imagined.
Not bad for someone turning 17 in three weeks.
THE END
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