Betty the Spy, Part 5: Family
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Part 5 - FAMILY

Expecting the seed had been firmly planted within my young, healthy body, I was released back into the harem. New duties were assigned to me to insure that excessive motion or exercise would not prevent the royal embryo from implanting itself within the wall of my womb.

I was barred from the pool and from my pleasure dome. Two of my sisters insured that my sexual addiction was attended so I would not succumb to withdrawal.

I was commanded to wear the appropriate attire, a sheer blue negligee parted down the front. This told all at a glance that I had just received the royal seed. I was even allowed matching panties to control my discharge. It was quite a change from the months spent nude with my sisters. We awaited confirmation that I was with child.

The new free time in my schedule was filled with training on caring for my body during pregnancy and early child rearing.

It was simple for me to send the signal for extraction. Would they still come for me after so many months? I had to wait seven days.

What would become of me if extraction succeeded? I was addicted to sexual pleasure. There was nowhere I could obtain what my body needed outside the harem walls.

I would complete my mission before they realized I was not pregnant and be extracted with the microfilm of the secret documents. They Agency or perhaps my mother must know of a way to deal with my sexual addiction. If not, I would return to the harem with a story of forcible abduction and escape.

Eight days passed without any sign that my extraction signal had been received. I sent out another. I must be careful because the miniaturized transmitter I'd been given was only reliable to transmit three extraction signals. Otherwise I would have sent out one each day.

Eight more days passed I sent out the third and last extraction signal. If this failed then I must try my own escape attempt.

I watched the calendar carefully. On the 15 day after the Sultan first took me, my period was officially late. But, I had been late before and I was under a lot of stress. Besides, I couldn't be pregnant. I had taken the birth control pills religiously. They would protect me.

Three days after I sent the third and last signal, I awoke nauseous. Running to the bathroom I threw up into the sink. It was morning sickness. I knew then I carried within me the child of the Sultan, all praises to his name.

Gravid, knocked-up, expecting, in a family way, it was impossible! How had the birth-control pills failed? I couldn't understand, refused to believe it. I hid my condition, hoping against hope I was wrong.

I denied the many ways that my body was changing. My hips and my breasts becoming more full in preparation for the new life that had been implanted within my womb.

There were still a few days left during which my extraction signal might be answered. I imagined I could still complete my mission, go home and beg my mother's forgiveness. She'd help me have an abortion, and cure my addiction. I was in complete denial as time passed.

Six days later, my hope of extraction had almost vanished. My breasts tender, my belly visibly rounded, I was caught throwing up. The obvious changes to my body could not be hidden. The word of my pregnancy quickly spread.

Bound and naked, I was brought into a pink room. I heard the first wife enter behind me and command that we be left alone. The door closed, I barely managed the courage to turn to face the one who held my fate in her hands. She gestured indicating that I should abase myself. My courage failed me, in fear, I dropped to my knees and lowered my forehead to touch the floor. I begged, "Forgive this unworthy one, Mistress. Do not have me lashed." Then I fell silent, unmoving, awaiting her words.

"Rise and sit next to me." she commanded. I did this with difficulty. She made no move to assist me. It took me ten minutes of struggle to obey her command. Bathed in sweat I listened for her judgement. "It is time for truth between us," she stated, "You must understand your new obligations and responsibilities." I relaxed somewhat realizing I would not be whipped, it would endanger the life growing within me.

She explained how I had been manipulated from the day I had entered the harem. I'd been subjected to more concentrated sexual stimulation than any normal candidate. As intended, I'd quickly developed an unbreakable sexual addiction.

Hasim from the club, who had recruited me into the harem, had reported in full to Palace Security. Palace Security understood all about western technology. They performed an exhaustive examination of all my personal possessions. Based on Hasim's report, special attention had been given to on my birth control pills and belly jewel. Of course they discovered all my spy equipment and reported their findings to the Sultan, all praises to his name.

Initially it had been decreed that I be put to death as a foreign spy. However, my execution had been stayed while my background was thoroughly examined for additional information. Something important had been discovered. My death sentence was commuted, but it was determined that I must become a full member of the harem, bound by its sexuality using secret techniques developed over the centuries.

The days my travel bag had been "missing" were no accident. All my spy equipment was rendered harmless. The birth control pills had been replaced with useless placebos. My body had been unprotected when I had been most fertile. That I would become impregnated had never been in question.

Over the months I'd been in the harem, My mind had been altered to insure that my love and passion was genuine and uncontrollable. Ripe and fertile I had been ready to receive the seed of the mighty Sultan, all praises to his name. Now I was irrevocably bound to life in the harem, both by my training and the new life growing in my belly.

It was a special joke that the incapacitating solution had been replaced with a pepper solution, guaranteed to irritate and stimulate any skin to which it was applied. Indeed, the burning heat of my tortured nipples and pussy had driven me mad with need. My extraction transmitter and other equipment had been disabled, but made to appear functional.

I was exposed there was no question of my guilt. I softly admitted to being a spy and humbly begged forgiveness. This was accepted, but my humiliation was not complete.

She showed me videotape of myself masturbating naked in my room at Hasim's and more taken since my arrival in the harem, in training, in the pool, in the pleasure dome. The only time I was not subject to videotaping was when I was with the Sultan, all praises to his name.

I was apparently quite the pornographic star in the outside world. I was known as the "Harem Harlot". Such things represented income for the harem. In response to subtle inquiries, the scandalized Agency had long ago disavowed any knowledge of the "Harem Harlot".

Perhaps my mother, Mata Hari, caused the greatest surprise. This was the "remote desert kingdom where she'd taken on the entire palace guard leaving them too weak to defend the palace." The old order had been replaced by the present ruling family. If not for this fact, this debt owed to my mother, I would have been put to death as soon as my treachery had been uncovered. This was the important discovery made by Palace Security that had prevented my execution.

Still another shock followed immediately. My mother had soon afterwards become pregnant, but had no way to know who was the father. She disappeared from the country shortly after giving birth.

The first wife was the child of that pregnancy, my half-sister! She released me from my bindings. In tears, we fell into each other's arms.

She promised to watch over me and my children to come. Officially, she would treat me fairly and strictly, the same as all the other girls. However, she'd try to assist me whenever she could. This was by no means a small thing and came to be of great importance in times to come.

Briefly, I toyed with the idea of escape, but was forced to give it up. Now that I carried the royal child in my womb, I'd be watched more closely then ever. Escape was impossible.

Before I was dismissed the first wife reminded me that the child must come first in all my thoughts. My status would increase with my pregnancy, and would rise and fall with the status of my child. If anything suspicious happened to terminate my pregnancy prematurely, those responsible (including me) would be summarily put to death.

I was treated as a broad mare, a baby factory. All my training now centered on the new life growing within me. My diet was adjusted since I was now "eating for two." I was allowed to sleep longer to insure the health of the developing embryo. I was going crazy, bored out of my mind.

I was ecstatic when I was told I would resume my "normal" schedule the next morning. Now that the fetus was firmly entrenched in me, I was expected to perform the old services to the harem. All my sisters greeted me warmly when I returned to the pool, the rubbed my tummy, then they rubbed my kus, sending me into the bliss I had earnestly missed.

Everyone was overjoyed that the demon of my pleasure dome would be released. They had sorely missed the unique magic of my tongue, mouth, and lips. It had become know I was unhappy with my pregnancy. My sisters knew how to make me feel better.

As I floated within my pleasure dome on a sea of bliss, the insistent whispers returned,

"I love being with child.
Children are a woman's fulfillment.
Children bring me joy.
I think of their welfare at all times.
The child's happiness comes before my own.
I must protect my child with my own life."

These insidious voices worked even faster then before. When I awoke, my entire outlook had changed. Being pregnant was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I zestfully learned all I could be taught about children. I dreamed of the time we'd spend together.

My belly grew round and then bloated. I began walking like a duck to the amusement of all. My breasts grew even larger as they filled with milk. I began to "glow" with the light of impending motherhood.

I bore a fine healthy son to the Sultan, all praises to his name. I nursed him myself. My nipples had grown long and fat, I like to pull and pinch them until the milk began to flow, then let the little man latch on. I often climaxed while he suckled on my teats. It took great restraint not to dislodge him. My breasts had grown to 42DDD.

I began a rigorous exercise program that rapidly drained the pregnancy weight from my body. I took a daily supplement that kept me lactating after I weaned my son. My sisters also liked to suckle the milk from my teats when I was in my pleasure dome. They took turns sucking me dry. I produced more milk then when I was nursing.

I was like a cow. If my tits weren't milked regularly then they began to leak all over me. If I should hear a baby cry in this state then a small stream of white fluid sprang forth.

My many pregnancies kept me lactating almost continuously for years. Some of my sisters had trouble nursing their own children for a variety of reasons. I often enjoyed breast-feeding their children in addition to my own, serving as a wet-nurse, during my free periods.

My lush figure returned, more full breasted then ever. My former slim shape never returned, but I received few complaints with my new, lush, 40DD-26-38 figure. Because of my new maternal status and massive breasts, I was allowed a nursing bra when I was not required to be nude.

I was thereafter often commanded to attend the Sultan, all praises to his name. He had greatly enjoyed my wild abandon during our first tryst. It was a great joke to him to arouse my fiery passion by sucking the milk from my teats, making me beg for release. Then he'd drive his spear piercing my eager cunt. Out passionate thrusts would synchronize to the beat he always set. I'd meet him thrust for thrust, moaning and screaming for more, until finally he came which a great yell that touched off my own string of orgasms. As much as I loved the touch of my sisters it never came close to matching the excitement and fulfillment I received from my time with him.

Now that his virility was re-established, he often enjoyed taking me in the ass. He brought me much more pleasure then Mr. Solo ever had. Or perhaps, it was because I was now such a helpless slave.

When he taking my ass and feeling playful, he would reach up and squeeze the milk from my breasts into little saucers. He would rub it on my body, have me drink it, or perform a variety of other "humorous" things with it. He would make me "moo" like a cow. I might not per permitted human speech. At first, I was humiliated by these degradations. Later, I got into it and played the role to the hilt, usually breaking up into uncontrollable laughter. This tickled his sense of humor. We'd roll around the bed giggling until he would suddenly grab me and plunge into one of my orifices to finish.

It was well known why I was rendered helpless by anyone who would touch my clitoris or pleasure dome. When I next gave birth to a girl, it was commanded that she undergo the same operation I had as an infant. In fact, the Sultan, all praises to his name, was so impressed with me that he decreed that all female newborns in the kingdom undergo the same procedure.

I supported my firstborn son in all ways. Through the tangled politics of the kingdom, my help, and his own burning drives, he rose to replace the Sultan, all praises to his name, when he died an old, but very happy man. I became first in the harem, higher even then my half-sister, the first wife, but I never tired of visiting the pool of 1000 pleasures and my own pleasure dome.

My life was full and complete. I blessed the day I entered the harem. Here I had found, my true love who gave me many children. My own status rose with each new healthy birth. I had found my true half-sister. Our mother had joined us in the harem and was treated with great respect as one of the founders of the ruling dynasty. I had dozens of harem sisters with whom to share my life and endless pleasure. Here in the bosom of my family I had found more joy and fufillment then I had ever dreamed. I would be a mother to my many children and never wish to leave.