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Betty the Spy, Part 3: Harem Girl
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Synopsis: Previously, Betty first mission for the mysterious
Agency was proceeding despite, or maybe because of the turbulent
sensuality that was dominating Betty's hot, young body. Unknown
to Betty, her cover may have been blown just as she had her first
big success, being accepted into the Sultan's Harem. Now Betty
must find a way to complete her mission quickly before the
mysterious magic of the harem overcomes her.

Background: This story is a spin-off of the "Becoming a Winner"
series. Betty, a brilliant college co-ed with a huge submissive streak
was being transformed by Hal, a graduate psychology student, from
being a fat girl with poor complexion & rotten self-image into the
woman she (& he) always desired. Betty had a fertile imagination when
she pleasures herself. This is one of her favorites.

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Please do not read or download this file. Because this is a fantasy,
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Part 3 - HAREM GIRL

Despite many difficulties, my secret mission was now a critical
step closer to completion. My Agency instructors had emphasized
that for my mission to succeed, I must focus on doing well at the
training given by the harem to new girls. The recent,
overpowering sexual reactions of my body to strong, powerful men
could not be allowed to interfere.

I had to remain a virgin even if my body cried out for
penetration. At least until I was taken to the bedchambers of the
Sultan. That should be easy in a harem filled only with women and
eunuchs.

I would be on my guard for any other surprises that may lay in
wait for me within the harem. Then at the moment they thought me
conquered, escape with copies of the secret documents I'd been
sent to acquire.

I was escorted directly to the harem. My guide stopped at the
door and rang the bell. A palace eunuch came and brought me
before the Sultan's first wife, mistress of the harem. I was
again required to perform obeisance by touching my forehead to
the floor directly before her.

"Rise, slave," she commanded and quickly explained my new station
in life, something she may have done dozens of times before, "You
have been accepted on a conditional basis as a slave girl in the
harem of the Sultan of Brunei, all praises to his name. Your will
in this means nothing, do not bother me with it. You are a slave
among slaves. Because you are new and childless, you have less
status then anyone here. You will address all women as Mistress,
all men as Master, and follow all commands you are given without
question, or you will be severely disciplined."

It was not bad as it sounded. As a harem girl, I was never asked
to cook, or clean, or grocery shop. I was expected to be
sensuous, give pleasure, talk intelligently, and bear children.

Harem girls who gave birth were required to do nothing but
breast-feed their own children. It was their choice how much they
were involved. Few chose to change diapers, clean up messes, or
deal with tantrums. There were many female servants who quickly,
quietly, efficiently, and almost invisibly did these things.

The first wife continued, "Your trial period ends when you have
issue by our mighty ruler, the Sultan, all praises to his name.
Every woman here came to us as a maiden. Such is the virility of
our mighty ruler, the Sultan, all praises to his name, that they
were all impregnated the very first time they lay with him.
Before you may achieve this boon you must learn what we have to
teach you about the needs and pleasures of our mighty ruler, the
Sultan, all praises to his name. Do you understand all I have
said?" she inquired. "Yes mistress", I said.

"Very well," she concluded dismissing me, "take her to the
welcoming ceremony." This was all happening so quickly. I was in!
I was succeeding in my mission.

Without any men around, I would quickly regain control of my
silly body. I just had to get my travel bag back and I could
begin the next phase.

Someone handed me a cup of wine and told me to drink it all as we
walked. It was very sweet, but I finished it as instructed.

 I could feel all eyes on my 5'10" tall 38D-23-36 figure as we
walked back down the long corridors. It made me tingle just as if
I were performing an erotic dance.

I swayed my hips more to emphesis the jiggle in my bountiful,
bra-less breasts, only partly concealed by my skimpy outfit.
Playing the part of newly acquired harem girl seems to demand it;
and still aroused from my brief meeting with the Sultan, it kept
the feelings between my legs under control.

As we continued walking I started feeling a little dizzy.
Fortunately, several women joined us and helped me walk.

I vaguely noticed that most women beyond the entry chamber of the
harem were completely nude. How beautiful they were, how finely
formed their breasts. With a warm feeling of pride I realized
that none were as large as mine.

Unsuspecting, once again I had been drugged to make me malleable
to the desires of others. I felt the warmth from the wine in my
belly spread to my arms and legs, which tingled wherever the
women helping me walk touched. Two different hands on my behind
helped steady my walk. Both hands were under my short skirt,
warming my naked skin.

My nipples and pussy, which had gradually been returning to
normal away from male influences, sprang back to life. Should I
be embarrassed? No, they had made me feel so welcome,
complimenting me on my large breasts, long hair, and soft skin.

A gigantic pool set in the middle of a garden came into view. 50
or more naked women were splashing about. "They are waiting to
greet you" said a naked beauty beside me. I didn't need a bathing
suit; I giggled to myself.

My limbs seemed unable to support me, but the women who had
helped me walk, held me while they began taking off my only
garment, they were so nice to help. They undid the four ties and
it fluttered to the ground. I was ready to go skinny-dipping,
just like when I was a little girl.

Before entering the pool, I was commanded to let them put
fragrant oils on my skin. Even had I not been so docile, I was
now so weak I couldn't have prevented it. I remember thinking
that they touched my breasts, thighs, ass, and even my pussy more
then they had to when rubbing in the oils, but it felt so nice,
so warm. My skin began to heat where they rubbed. They marveled
at the half moons of my butt and the lovely kus with big puffy
labia, as they referred to my pussy.

"Kus, my kus, furry kus, beautiful kus," they had me repeat
several times, each time a different girl touching it, until they
were satisfied I'd remember the name. Their touches, aided by the
drug had quickly aroused my acquiescent body. My mind seemingly
detached, was unaware of what was being done to me.

They whispered at the size of my clitoris. It was now peeking out
of its normal protection as the oils were applied even there.
They who had seen so many, unlike I, knew how oversized it was. I
started panting as the oily massage of my clit was making me very
wet.

There couldn't be anything wrong with them touching me, could
there? After all, they were in a man's harem and had all had
children by him. I wrinkled my nose at the thought of any yuckie
girl-girl nasty stuff.

As I entered the pool, they all reached out to welcome me. A
hundred hands on my already aroused flesh, rubbing, kneading my
breasts, pinching my nipples, caressing my kus, wiggling into my
ass, I climaxed. What was happening? These were women's hands not
men's. I climaxed again. They passed me around from group to
group in the hot pool, but their hands were hotter. I came again
and again and again.

In a daze, I remember surprise that I continued to orgasm and not
pass out. It became a game to them, how many times they could
force their newest toy to climax, to find the limit of my body's
capacity for pleasure.

Later, I found out they became tired of this game somewhere in
the 130s. How could anyone endure such pleasure? Mom had always
talked about an unlimited capacity for sex that I'd inherited
from both my parents. Maybe she was right.

My limp form was lifted out of the pool onto a soft carpet for
the next game. My head was lifted so I could drink. I was told it
was some high-energy liquid-concentrate. It was important to the
game that I keep up my strength and not get dehydrated by the now
continuous flow of fluids from my kus.

I was given some small amount of time to recover. Something had
been in that wine. Perhaps a narcotic, hypnotic, aphrodisiac, or
all of the above. I realized now it had scrambled my brain. I had
been in a happy fog, accepting of everything, unable to
understand or fight what was done to me.

I had never been attracted to another girl before, but I had
never experienced such a sustained intensity of pleasure. Was I
really a lesbian? Bi-sexual? I wasn't sure. I felt rung out. Even
so, I could still feel a strong arousal coursing through all part
of my body. It was only my exhaustion that was keeping it in
check.

Was that the aphrodisiac or was it the twice daily sex I'd been
coerced into since I joined the Agency. Since dancing at the
club, I'd had almost constant orgasms. Were they somehow making
me addicted to sex? Would I become the slave of anyone who could
feed that addiction? I shied away from that frightening thought.

I started feeling a bit better. The arousal surged in me as the
exhaustion receded. I began rubbing my thighs together to better
stimulate my still burning kus. One of the girls watching me
noticed and said, "She is recovering. It is time to call Alisha."
Another girl got up and walked away.

She returned a few minutes later with a stunning woman with a
cruel face and breasts almost as large as mine. She was the only
one dressed among us, if you can call her single garment, a pair
of leopard skin panties, dressed. "I am Alisha, Passion trainer,"
she addressed me, "It is my task to release the slave heat within
each new girl so that she can learn to properly satisfy our lord
and master the Sultan, all praises be to his name."

"From what I have been told, you may be the hottest slut to enter
these walls in many years. I will increase that heat a thousand
times. This will please our master and he will show favor to me.
I know you cannot speak yet, simply nod your head if you
understand."

It seemed to take all my strength to do so. I lay like a puppet
with its strings cut. She moved my unresisting legs widely apart,
fully exposing my still leaking kus and said, "I will now begin
your training."

Attend me," she commanded, "Look at how I 'hook' my middle and
index fingers." I watched as Alisha brought them down underneath
me and entered my kus. I cried out at the sudden intrusion. Not
from pain, but from pleasure.

"Now, I'm going to rub them against the back wall of your pubic
bone." She purred. All I was able to do was feel her finger
moving inside me while she continued, "I do this until I find
your 'pleasure dome'. This has been a harem secret for thousands
of years. Recently, it has become known in the west as the
G-spot."

The pleasure became so intense, it re-energized my exhausted
body. I began gently thrusting my hips while Alisha's fingers
grazed along the back wall just inside my kus.

"There, I have found it!" Alisha declared. A mere second later I
thrust up with a powerful orgasm, flooding Alisha's fingers with
my cum! Never had I ever felt an orgasm 'take me' so quickly and
powerfully before.

I thrashed around on the carpet so that the girls were forced to
hold me down. Yet another orgasm blazed across my mind like an
exploding sun, blocking out my awareness of everything else in
the world. It was as if all the orgasms she'd experienced in the
pool were combined and multiplied just as Alisha had promised.
Alisha continued to rub and play with my 'pleasure dome' as I
cried out with one orgasm after another... then another... and
yet another.

Another harem secret, one I was not told of at the time, was that
a woman became a "highly suggestible" when under the control of
her own "pleasure dome". In cumulative effect, it was more
powerful then the most profound form of hypnotism. Anything
suggested over multiple experiences, no matter how much it
violated her most basic beliefs, could become an essential part
of her self-image.

Given sufficient time, a girl might be completely
"re-programmed", but would have no idea or memory that any change
was made. The harem has plenty of time and a detailed plan that
had been working successfully for centuries. Unable to resist,
the harem began to change me into a true pleasure slave.

As I was battered by unending waves of unendurable pleasure,
whispers in my mind said, "I am a creature of sensation, I love
submitting to sex, I need sex, I live to please and obey,
obedience brings pleasure." As it was repeated, The words echoed
on my own lips and merged with the unending orgasmic pleasure
burned into my mind, body, and soul.

A normal woman would helplessly succumb after a few weeks of
almost continuous stimulation. I was much more susceptible then a
normal woman because my "pleasure dome" was 3 times larger and 10
times more sensitive. I did not have weeks to escape the harem, I
had days, perhaps only hours until my overstimulated brain
capitulated to the sensuous suggestions and my mind and body
became dependent on the furious exhilaration of almost
continuous, unending orgasm.

Then something covered my mouth, it was moist and smelled musky.
Voices spoke to me from far away, repeating over and over "Lick
it, use your tongue." "It has the most delicious flavor, you must
try it." My tongue shot out as yet another orgasm eclipsed my
world. It was indescribably delicious. My tongue searched for
more as the voices continued, "Lick faster, drive your tongue
deeper where it is sweetest" "It is magic, you cannot live
without it, taste more, drink more, suck more." The droning
voices were right, the delicious taste was the most important
thing in my world, I would die without it. With each orgasm I
licked faster, my tongue dove deeper, my mouth fastened on to the
source of the magic and began to suck like a vacuum cleaner. I
needed every drop.

Suddenly the source of the magic was gone. What had happened? I
would die without it. Three orgasms in quick succession blotted
out my thoughts. Wait! The source has been replaced. My mouth
clamped on, my tongue dove in, collecting every drop of the
magic, but this magic was somehow different. Its taste. Its
smell. The voices resumed, "with every change it becomes more
delicious, lick faster, lick deeper" "with every change you need
it more, suck more, drink more." The voices were always right I
must obey them. More orgasms, more changes, more magic. I existed
in a reality without time, only sensation and magic.

Then it ended. I drifted for a long time. I felt very near
another orgasm, but lacked the need to achieve it. Slowly the
mists parted and I found myself on the same carpet. Many women
from the pool lay about me, eyes glazed over, breathing heavily,
as if recovering from what? Alisha's voice told a girl to give me
more of the sustaining drink. My head was lifted and I gratefully
drank all I was given.

Alisha addressed me, "You are a jewel beyond price, my little
butterfly. Never have I seen or even heard of one like you. There
seems to be no limit to the amount of pleasure your body can
endure. Most women will swoon after 10 or 20 minutes, but your
'pleasure dome' echoed for an entire hour.

And behold, a great demon from within your 'pleasure dome'
conquered all the women collapsed about you in the span of
one-hour using only your lips and your tongue to inflame their
kus. They all swear to have experienced a pleasure exceeded only
by the touch of our great master the Sultan, all praises to his
name.

She paused as a woman whispered in her ear. Could she possibly
mean that I had performed cunnalingus on these women until they
climaxed? I tried thinking back, but could remember nothing but
the blinding intensity of my own countless orgasms.

Alisha raised ten fingers to the woman at her ear and then turned
back to me saying, "Ah little butterfly, the entire harem has
heard of you skill at mouth magic and commands you repeat it for
them.

I have sent for my assistant, Suri because I am too weary to
continue. She will be next to release the great demon from your
'pleasure dome'. A shiver of fear and anticipation shook my
entire body.

Did Alisha intend to repeat what I had just been through? My body
could not stand that much pleasure. I would surely die of bliss.
Another shiver, this time of arousal shook me. My body was
apparently anxious for the challenge that my mind feared. I was
still too weak from exhaustion to speak, let alone protest. The
restorative drink had not yet done it's magic. My mind must have
wandered for a few moments, or perhaps I fell asleep.

Suri's two fingers entered my kus. A lightning bolt of desire
sizzled through my body. The pleasure was more intense then
before. My hips leaped up and began thrusting while Suri's
fingers grazed along the back wall of pubic bone rubbing gently
under Alisha's direction found my 'pleasure dome'.

"I have found it! It is large just as you said." Suri declared.
With no more warning then that, my world exploded with a powerful
orgasm, my cum soaking Suri's fingers!

Again I was held down on the carpet by the girls so not to
dislodge Suri's inciting fingers. The entire harem would know I
was the fuck toy of anyone who touched my 'pleasure dome'. A
series of 5 orgasms blazed across my mind like an exploding suns,
blocking out my awareness of everything else in the world.

Once again moist, musky smell covered my mouth and nose while
voices I was powerless to resist repeatedly whispered, "Suck and
lick" "Drink or die". I drank infinite magic for unending time as
blinding orgasms burst upon me.

My service to the harem lasted a total of four hours. Every hour
I was permitted a restorative drink as a new assistant took the
place of the old. Alisha, Suri, and even the sultan's first wife
sampled the pleasures of my mouth and tongue. After my hour in
the "pool of 1000 pleasures" and 4 hours at the mercy of my own
'pleasure dome' I had to be carried to my bed where I was allowed
to sleep four hours. I was awoken, fed for one-half hour, then
began 2 hours of instruction on my roll in the harem. This was
followed by one-half hour free time during which I tried to
locate my travel bag. Then I was led back to the pool of inciting
hands and the 12-hour cycle began again, twice a day, every day.

Thus was I submerged into a pool of endless stimulation, every
moment training for sex, engaged in sex, thinking of sex, or
eating to re-fuel my body for sex. I was kept in a constant state
of arousal; even my dreams were of sex. For a normal this process
would gradually break down her resistance until she could not
prevent the desired response regardless of whatever resistance
remained. But, my body was an eager participant from the start.
My transformation into a pleasure slave was faster then any other
girl's and all the more sure.

After I was fed I was required to insert two "ben wa" balls into
my kus. I was allowed a lacy white teddy, my only clothing, to
hold them in place. The white showed I was yet a virgin.

The stimulation from the "ben wa" balls whenever I moved kept me
aroused during instruction and "free time". I climaxed
frequently. I was required to remove them and all clothing before
re-entering the "pool of 1000 pleasures".

At the beginning of my sleep periods a vibrating dildo was
inserted into my anus, held in place by thin straps around my
waist and thighs. This nightly stimulation rapidly morphed all my
dreams to erotic visions; consisting mostly of being impaled by
various phallic objects, such as the Sultan's 10-foot tall penis
or a cloud of female hands invading my body, driving me to
multiple climaxes.

It was common for me to awaken in a pool of my own arousal
juices. I eventually realized that I was being kept in a state of
heightened sensitivity and arousal almost 24 hours a day. I could
do nothing about it without jeopardizing my mission. I realized I
was quickly succumbing. I rationalized that completing my mission
justified my otherwise total surrender to all.

After two days, I was getting frantic. What if I was deemed ready
to see the Sultan? I had none of my equipment. No, I'm not
talking about my tits and ass, nor my well-used tongue and mouth.
I did not know if barely a week of birth control pills was enough
to be effective. Considering the way my body was reacting to
everything else in this country I was sure to be "impregnated the
very first time I lay with him", probably with triplets!

Finally, the third day after my arrival, my travel bag appeared.
I received a "thousand apologies" that it had been accidentally
routed to the wrong destination. I ran back to my chamber and
immediately popped a birth-control pill into my mouth. I now felt
"protected". I continued to take them religiously every day.
Checking my other agency equipment, everything seemed to be in
order. I stored everything away just as I was summoned for the
next cycle.

On my fourth day, I forgot to say "Thank you. Mistress." when one
of the younger girls, a blonde named Kali "allowed me" to clean
off her feet. Such submissive behavior was commonly demanded of
new girls like me to teach them deference and obedience.

Kali seemed to search me out to perform these tasks. I think she
was jealous of my large breasts; hers were quite tiny. Kali was
furious at my breach of this protocol. The screamed at me,
"Stupid, worthless, slave. Thank your better for allowing you to
serve her." I was exhausted from an especially tiring day and
sleepless night filled with erotic dreams. I couldn't control my
anger and refused, calling Kali, a jealous, flat-chested bitch,
who unfairly picked on me.

Kali smiled and walked away. I'd given her exactly what she
wanted. She reported me immediately. It was decided I would be
disciplined with the lash in place of my next session in the
pool.

I later found out, it's standard practice to find some excuse to
subject a girl to the lash in the first few days. Once
experienced, a girl becomes much more pliable and less resistant.
She will do anything to avoid the lash. With great trepidation, I
presented myself for discipline promptly at the appointed time,
fearing additional punishment.

Kali, eyes gleaming, would administer the punishment herself. She
already held what slave-trainers knew as a "girl-whip." A
specialized tool, it was fashioned of soft material and felt very
supple and elastic in one's grasp. Its blow was calculated to
sting a girl like the fires of Hell, but not to mar her flesh.

Naked and exposed, my wrists were restrained by two ropes hanging
down from above. I could stand comfortably and bend my elbows a
little, but not enough to protect myself from the lash.

I faced the pool and all could see my shame. Alisha was empowered
to make sure the punishment meted out was proper and not
excessive. "This slave is being disciplined for being
disrespectful to a superior within the harem," She announced,
then addressed me directly, "Slave, you will count out each of
the ten lashes. If you lose count then you will receive an
additional ten lashes."

Alisha nodded permission to begin to Kali who I could not see. I
heard Kali shake out the lash. She was breathing fast in
anticipation and excitement.

I tried to brace myself for the first blow, but nothing could
have prepared me. A scream was torn from my lips when the lash
struck. I had never felt such agony in my entire life. Somehow I
managed to call out "One."

I began sobbing and begging for mercy. Then the second lash fell,
forcing all the air from my lungs. Taking gasping breaths, I
croaked, "Two."

I had no more breath to beg uselessly. I had to save the little
energy that remained to continue the count, lest the punishment
be doubled. Tears streamed down my face, silently. My body
twitching with the echoes of pain.

Kali varied the timing and position of each blow. I was never
sure when or where the next would strike. That made it infinitely
worse, as she intended.

My universe was pain. Each time it took me longer to respond.
Until after the last blow, I was too far gone to speak.

Kali looked over at Alisha who was there to insure that the
punishment was appropriate. She would determine if my silence
would bring the extra punishment. Kali was eager to continue, but
must wait on Alisha's command.

"Slave," called Alisha to me, "You must respond or receive an
additional punishment of 10 lashes." Her words pierced the veil
of pain. Sobbing, I filled my lungs and cried out "10."

My limbs were released from the ropes and I collapsed. Sobbing
weakly, I was carried to my sleeping area. Sari applied some
numbing salve to my back. It also insured that the skin would not
be permanently marked.

The lash had worked its magic on me, I would do anything to avoid
it again. Exhausted by my experience, I was allowed to sleep, eat
and recover, for the remainder of that cycle. I was then expected
to resume my normal schedule of cycles.

A few days later my menstrual period began. It was only two days
later then expected. I guess the birth-control pills had little
effect on my lunar cycle. My periods always came and went like
clockwork month after month.

During my monthly period, the only change in the normal cycle was
going to a separate "pool of 1000 pleasures" reserved for
menstruating women. I learned about another important benefit of
harem life. The y had secret knowledge of herbs and exercises
that happily eliminated the ago old female banes of PMS and
menstrual cramps. I never suffered from either of these again.

The terrible pain of my lashing faded quickly, but I never again
refused any demand by a "mistress" no matter how demeaning or
degrading. Kali was prevented from going too far by harem
tradition under penalty of her own punishment.

I began smiling a lot, especially during and after practicing my
erotic dancing. It made me feel so sexy and I was allowed to wear
several different outfits. A revealing blue two piece was one of
my favorites.

I knew I was one of best dancers in the entire harem. I felt good
about myself, about the pleasure I gave to my sisters and that
they returned to me. Passing a mirror after a particularly
rigorous dance session, I noticed the silly smile on my face. I
realized I was happy here and was becoming more so the longer I
remained.

It came to me suddenly that I'd not thought of my real mission in
two days. I was focused so on my harem training that increasing
period of time went by without thinking of my former life. That
made me think about how living in the harem had already affected
me, but I still did not suspect many of the deeper changes that
had already taken place.

My mission was taking far longer then originally planned. I did
not try for extraction because I'd been told there was no time
limit. The documents would be as important in ten years as they
were today.

How much longer would I take? Would I continue to be able to
resist the seductive allure of the harem?


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