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Subject: {ASSM} Harem Slave  MF 1st M+/F  MF lt bond
Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 06:10:04 -0500
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This is a story of erotic fiction.   It is partially
self plagerized from the longer story, Preparation for
War. It is purely for the enjoyment of our audience.
Any distribution or rebroadcast of this story without
the express permission of the commissioner is
prohibited.  No animals were harmed writing this
story. Enjoy.

Don

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	Sheera knew since childhood that she was destined to
be a harem slave.  It was the only reality she knew. 
To her, the  only meaning of freedom was the freedom
to starve. Her mother was a slave in the harem of a
petty nobleman.  She assumed that her father was the
nobleman himself, but there was no way to know.  When
it became obvious  that she was going to grow into a
beautiful woman, she was taken away from her mother
and placed in a special school. 
	When she left, her mother kissed her and said, "Some
day, you will grace the harem of a powerful lord. 
Always take care to honor him and please him.  That
way, you will fulfill your destiny."
	She never saw her mother again. 
	The purpose of the school was to teach ways of
beauty, grace and obedience.  She was told that it was
better to live in luxury in the harem of a rich lord
than to live in drudgery as the wife of a commoner,
especially since a wife is a slave to her husband,
anyway. She was also taught how to avoid pregnancy,
unless the lord ordered her to bear a child.    But
the real purpose of the school was to protect the
girls' virginity until such time they could be sold.  
The owner of the school, Pasha, was more concerned
about protecting his investment than in obtaining the
girls for himself.   He knew that a pretty virgin
could command a top price.
	When Sheera was sixteen, she had reached the apex of
beauty.  Her golden brown skin was the color of fine
beach sand and her long hair was the color of honey. 
She had large brown eyes framed by high cheeks.   Her 
sensuous mouth was framed by lips the color of cherry.
  Her large breasts looked as if they had melted off
her body, like candle wax.  Pasha was confident that
she would make him a lot of money.
	Pasha was approached by an agent from the ambassador
to Kalimari.
	The agent said, "My master is negotiating a new
treaty with Kalimari.  He want to provide the Prince
with a fine virgin as a gift to ease negotiations."
	Pasha said, "I have the perfect girl.   She is
beautiful and graceful.  The Prince will surely
appreciate such a fine addition to his harem."
	Pasha had Sheera appear before him.  She wore a shear
tunic, through which the agent could see her charms.
	"Is she a virgin?"   the agent asked.
	"Of course.  I would not sell you a girl like that
who isn't."
	The agent and Pasha haggled for some time about the
price.   They ended up both believing that they had
taken advantage the other.  
	The agent bought Sheera an ugly dress and made her
cover her head.  The last thing he wanted was for her
to attract the attention of someone else before he
delivered her to the ambassador.   He was also afraid
that he might lust for her, himself.   He knew that
the ambassador expected a virgin.   He made her wear a
brass collar to indicate that she was a slave.  They
then set off for Kalimari. 
	The trip to Kalimari was two weeks by boat.  The
agent presented papers to the captain indicating his
status and the purpose of the trip.
	The captain told his crew, "These people are
traveling under the protection of the sultan. Any one
who touches the woman will have his testicles boiled,
while still attached."
	The crew had had harem slaves aboard before, and knew
to avoid them.  The agent had paid more for her than
they could earn in their lives.  
	Sheera was excited about the trip and meeting her new
master.  She had never left the town where she was
born, so everything was new.  The only part she didn't
like was the first few days at sea, where she got
violently sick.
	During the trip, the agent told her, "You are to
always stay with me and do what I tell you.  If you
try to leave, you will end up as a common whore."
	That threat was real to Sheera, because her school
was next to a brothel.  Although she was never allowed
to enter it, she knew what went on and how the women
were treated.  That was something she wanted to avoid
at all costs.
	After Sheera got used to being at sea, she enjoyed
walking on the deck and talking to the passengers. 
However, the agent made her avoid maintaining contact
with any one of them. 
	When the ship arrived in Kalimari, the agent took
Sheera immediately to the ambassador.
	He was an older man, but truly appreciated her beauty
 and wished he could take advantage of it.   However,
duty came first.
	He said, "Take her to my concubines and have them
clean her and dress her nicely."
	 The concubines washed her and covered her with
perfumes.   The ambassador had a fine, but almost
transparent, dress made for her.  It took several days
before Sheera was rested enough to be presented to the
Prince. 
	One the appointed day, the ambassador took Sheera to
the palace.
	The ambassador said, "Your highness, please accept
this girl as token of friendship between my sultan and
your highness.   This virgin will make a pleasing
addition to your harem.  Sheera, bow to your new
master."
	When she bowed low, the dress came loose, and
everyone could see her large round breasts.   The
Prince especially was attracted to this fine specimen.
 Several members of the court also lusted after her,
but they knew that they could not have access to her
unless the Prince gave his permission;  that was not
likely anytime soon.
	The Prince said,  "You are  indeed a very beautiful
girl.  Take her to my special chambers. I will welcome
her tonight."
	Both the ambassador and Sheera felt good about the
encounter, for different reasons.  The ambassador was
glad he made a favorable impression in the Prince, so
he would get a favorable treaty.  Sheera was glad
because this was what she was meant  to do.  
	Sheera had some of the finest food and wine she ever
tasted while she waited for the Prince.   She would
try to please her lord.
	The Prince had a special interest in virgins.  He
fancied himself a powerful lover, but he was really
only interested in his own pleasure.  The Prince
maintained a special room where he met his slaves and
concubines.  The room had a large bed, but it also had
ways of tying a slave up or  even torturing her.  The
Prince did not use such instruments often.   He
preferred to believe that his potency was enough for
any woman.  
	When he entered the room, he said to Sheera, "Let me
see your body."
	She pulled off the dress and displayed herself,
without embarrassment.  She was proud of her body, and
wanted him to appreciate it.  The Prince walked up to
her and felt her breasts.
	"Very firm.  Nice."  he said, with the same tone he
would take to a well done steak.
	He put his hand between her legs.
	"Do you know how to please a man, Sheera?"  he asked.
	"I will do what ever you tell me, master."  she said.
	"Have you been with a naked man before?"
	"No, master."
	The Prince found himself getting excited by her
innocent beauty.   He pulled her into his arms
tightly.   He rubbed his groin against her, making his
penis grow.  
	"Sit down on the bed."
	When she did so, he opened his robe, showing his
penis.
	"Kiss it, " he commanded.
	She did so.  She was tentative, at first, but she saw
from his face he enjoyed it.   So she tried harder to
lick and fondle it.  She was surprised by how fast it
grew under her care.  
	"Do I please you, master?"
	"Almost too much.   Lie down."
	He forced her down on the bed and climbed on top of
her.  He played with her pussy for a minute, just to
get it moist.   He could no longer contain his lust. 
He forced his prick inside her virgin cunt.   Although
it hurt at first, she said nothing.   He delighted in
how tight she encased his penis.  He moved into her
savagely, feeling  his surging lust .  He thrust
rapidly,  showing her no mercy. He wanted this little
piece more than anything.   Soon, his lust overflowed
its banks, drenching her virgin pussy with cum.   
	"Now you are mine, my little slave.  I can do what
ever I want with your pretty body, " the Prince said.
	"Yes, master, I am yours." 
	The Prince rolled off her,  and lay next to her in
the bed.   He played some more with her wet pussy,
tickling her.   She giggled when he moved his hand
inside her.  
	"Do you like that?"
	"Yes, master."
	"Good.  I want you again."
	He was hard enough to enter her cum lubricated pussy.
    This time his need was not as great.  He was able
to take his time, moving slowly.   That enabled Sheera
to catch up to his lust.
	"Oh master, this time it feels so good,"  she said.
	He moved faster, but she kept up with him.  
	"Put your legs over my shoulders so I can get at you
better,"  he said.
	She bent her legs so they hooked onto him.   Soon she
was crying with the building erotic tension.  
	"I'm going to cum now, slave."
	"Yes master, me too."  
	They both grunted with the effort needed to bring
them over the top.    Again, he filled her pussy with
his Princely orgasm.  
	Sheera realized that if being a slave meant getting
that sort of pleasure, she was very happy.
	Sheera slept in the harem, not with the  Prince.  
Nevertheless, he had her several times a week, in
various positions.   Sometimes, she had an orgasm,
sometimes she did not.  When not, she learned to
pleasure herself or get another concubine to
masturbate her.  
	The Prince did not employ eunuchs.   He felt to
deprive someone of his manhood was cruel and
unnatural.  Instead, he let the senior concubines run
the harem.   Zora, one of the chief concubines took
Sheera under her wing.   In particular,  Zora would
kiss Sheera's pussy, to make her feel loved.   Many
sessions with the Prince ended with Sheera in Zora's
bed,  with Zora's lips sucking the cum out of Sheera's
cunt, until she came. 
	This lasted several months, until the Prince was
offered a new virgin.   He suddenly lost interest in
Sheera.  She entered the routine life of the harem. 
The slaves were confined to a special house, until
they were brought to serve some one.    They wore
almost transparent tunics, tied at the waist, which
revealed their charms.  Like Sheera, most of them had
shaved their pussy hair. They also had small thongs
attached between their legs, which rubbed against
their pussies when they walked, leaving them in a
state of continual excitement.  Sheera grew to be one
of the most voluptuous girls in the harem.   Her whole
demeanor seemed to say, "fuck me."
	The Prince offered Sheera and other harem slaves to
his favored officers and courtiers.  In effect the
Prince pimped for his harem, but he was paid in
service and loyalty instead of money.  She was one of
their favorites.  She even entertained the ambassador
who gave her to the Prince.  Even though he was old
and almost impotent, she was able to satisfy him with
her tongue. 
	A number of  men wanted Sheera.  She was so popular,
that Zora and the other slaves were resentful.  Two
men came to the Prince asking to share Sheera.  He
agreed, and told Zora to inform Sheera.  Zora guessed
correctly that Sheera would not object.
	When Sheera arrived at the special room where she was
supposed to meet the men, she found them, plus several
others, all almost naked.   Zora had brought some more
 men to the room.   These men were with other slaves,
but they were really there for Sheera.  The men lifted
Sheera up, removed her tunic, and placed her to a
special hammock, which enabled them to open her legs.
	One of them said, "Sheera, you are the sexiest slave
in the harem.   We all want to enjoy you."
	The men had been allowing the other slaves to build
their erections.  One of the men stood between her
legs, and introduced his prick.  Another straddled her
body, resting his penis between her tits.   They
rocked her back and forth.   She reached the man on
her tits, and pulled his prick into her mouth.   This
gave her greater control over him, even though she
could not control her own movement.    She had to take
what they were giving her.  It was enough.  She grew
very excited by the action in her pussy.   But she was
distracted by the man in her face. He suddenly
exploded, filling her mouth with cum.   The man
between her legs also surged, releasing his load.
	The men did not give Sheera a chance to relax.  The
turned her over, leaving her hanging form the hammock.
  One of the other men lay on a low table beneath her,
and they lowered her until she was impaled on his rod.
 Another man got behind her and  pushed his prick up
her ass.  And a third man stood in front, waving his
tool in her face.
	The third man commanded, "Suck it, Sheera.  Let it
cum all over your pretty face."
	Sheera usually did not like being taken in the
rectum, but she loved having her pussy taken too.  The
man beneath her thrust up at her, creating tremendous
tension.   She tried to concentrate on the man in
front, but the pleasure lower down in her body was too
much.  She had to let the orgasm subside before she
could lick him properly.  
	The men wanted to cum together into her.    When they
were ready, one of them said, "Let's give her
everything we've got. "
	Soon they had Sheera covered with three squirts of
semen.  
	The men turned her over again.   One of them ordered
a slave to suck the cum out of Sheera's ass and pussy.
  She slave bent between her legs,  sucking and
kissing her clitoris.   Sheera loved the experience, 
and let herself cum again.  In the meanwhile, one of
the men grabbed the slave from behind and pumped into
her cunt.   She let herself be used for their
pleasure.  But when the man was ready to cum, he
pulled out of the slave and poured  onto Sheera.   By
the  end of the session, each man had cum with Sheera
at least twice.    When they removed her from the
hammock, she was a mess, coated with sweat and cum.  
But she had orgasmed three times self, so she felt it
was worth it.
	The harem contained between twenty and thirty slaves.
 Over the years, some were added by gifts to the
Prince, and some departed when he lent or gave a slave
to a favored courtier.  But he never lent or gave
Sheera.   She was too valuable in terms of rewarding
his courtiers.
	Sheera sometimes felt frustrated being used by
simpering courtiers who did not know how to gratify
her.  She wanted the satisfaction of being taken and
dominated by a strong man.   She judged men
exclusively by how they performed in sex.  Any man who
tried to dominate her and failed, including the
Prince, was worthless in her eyes, regardless of his
title. 
	This went on for three years.  But the Prince found
himself in a military crisis.   His army had been
badly beaten at the battle of Parmesan by the army of
Tirimasu.   Parmesan had been destroyed, and its
people raped, tortured, and murdered.   Naturally, he 
wanted revenge.   But most of his officers were
noblemen who were disgraced by the defeat.  He was
afraid of loosing the confidence of the people. 
	The Prince had asked the Duke of Fettucine to
reorganize the army.  The Duke asked a general from
the frontier, Alexander Placko, to return and lead it
into battle.  Although Placko was from a very minor
noble family,  he had shown resourcefulness and
initiative in manning the frontier with reduced
resources.     The frontier was also a key source of
slaves for city, now that many of the people were
defeated in the war.  
	"General Placko, how good of you to come so
promptly."  The Prince said, with a hint of
condescension.
	"I had my orders, Your Excellency,"  Placko replied.
	"General, the people are crying for revenge against
Tiramasu.  But until now, the army was not ready." 
Fettucine said.
	"Why is it ready now, Your Grace?"
	"I have gotten rid of the dead wood and introduced
new training and weapons.   The trouble is, we have
only a few senior officers left who are uncontaminated
by Parmesan. "  Fettucine observed.
	"That is where you come, General."  The Prince said.
	The Duke said, "General, I am too old to lead an army
in the field.  I can do  better at headquarters.  We
like the way you dealt with the barbarians at the
frontier.  You will come in with new ideas and new
energy.  We want you to lead the army against
Tiramasu. "
	Placko relied, "I am honored by this confidence you
have place in me.  I will not let Kalimari down.  How
about my orders?"  
	The Duke said, "Your orders will come exclusively
from the High Council.  You will have a free hand
regarding the army." 
	"Will I have any participation with the High
Council?" Placko asked.
	"General, you are not a Duke.   We shall see. "  The
Prince said, formally.
	Placko stood up and  bowed to the Prince.
	Asking General Placko to command the army was the
Duke's idea.  He had supported Placko's army career,
and was impressed by his skill.   He also wanted
someone who has not an aristocrat.   If the campaign
went well, Placko would have to support his mentor,
politically.  If the campaign failed, then the
aristocrats would not be implicated.  
	The Prince said, "General, before you go, I have
something for you.  I want you to choose one of my
slave girls for your exclusive enjoyment while here
Kalimari."
	Placko inspected the girls that the Prince had made
available to him.  He was told that he could take the
girl from the palace, provided he did not remove her
from the city.   It was apparent that the Prince was
only loaning him the slave, not giving her to him. 
	He was attracted to Sheera.  Placko had had numerous
sex slaves in his life, but he left them at the
frontier.   She was clearly prettier than other slaves
he had.  In fact, she was the most beautiful woman
Placko had seen in years.   
	Placko had her brought to him at an apartment near
the palace.   She was in chains, but the transparent
tunic revealed everything.   He ordered that the
chains removed and her handlers to leave.
	"Do you know who I am?"  He asked.
	"You are the new general of the army, master."
	"Do you know why you are here?"
	"To let you use my body for your pleasure, master."
	"If you please me, you will live here instead of the
palace.  You will be mine alone.  What do you think
about that?"
	"I would like that, master.   I want to  please you."
	 She felt honored to be chosen for the commanding
general, and hoped he would use her properly.   She
also hoped he would be successful.   She genuinely
feared what would happen to her if Tiramasu captured
the city.  Somehow,  Placko was able to intuit her
attitudes and feelings just by watching her walk
toward him.
	Placko was sitting on the only bed in the room.
	"Remove your tunic and come here."  He ordered.
	She cast the tunic aside.   She was naked, except for
the thongs between her legs.  She moved slowly up to
him, wiggling her hips.  Placko reached up and sized
her breasts.  He rubbed them firmly, moving his hands
across them.  He then moved the thongs in a way that
they  grated against her pussy.   Sheera closed her
eyes in obvious pleasure as her clitoris grew and her
pussy got excited.   She leaned against him, letting
her moans get louder.
	"Don't cum until I fuck you."  Placko ordered. "Get
on your knees and play with my prick."  She knelt down
and removed his penis from his trousers.  
	"Help me remove this uniform, so I can enjoy your
body."
	"Yes, master."
	Placko undid his shirt  buttons, while she pulled off
his  suspenders.   She pulled  off his boots and let
his trousers fall, while he tossed his shirt.  He was
wearing a one piece under suit, which she also
removed.
	"Now suck on my prick.   Get it hard for you."  
	She lost no time pulling him into her mouth.  He was
rock hard in less than a minute.
Placko looked at her eyes.   She felt good about
bringing up so quickly.
	"Good girl.  Now I want to fuck you properly, like
the bitch you are. Lean against the bed and stick out
your ass." 
	Placko stood behind her and found her pussy hole.  He
entered in a single strong thrust.
	"Take me like a bitch, master.  Use me as your
bitch."  Sheera said, feeling wonderfully possessed. 
She worked her ass against him, to increase her
friction.   She was able to flex her pussy muscles, to
increase the pressure.  This made Placko feel
wonderful too.
	He moved rapidly inside her, but he wanted it to
last.  He slapped her ass as he thrust.  Each slap
produced a tingle which increased her excitement.  He
also used her breasts as a handle to pull her to him. 

	"Oh, master,  this feels so good.   Do me harder. 
Yes."  Sheera exclaimed between moans.
	She pushed him in rhythm, but her vocalizations had
degenerated into high pitched, incoherent babble.
	"Cum, Sheera.  Let your body explode."  Placko said.
	Sheera felt a spasm cover her body, deeper than ever.
 She was screaming and crying, while Placko continued
to bang into her.   He was grunting breathlessly.  He
knew he would explode, too. 
	"I'm cumming into you hot cunt."  Placko grunted.  
His  hot white sex juice pulsed into her, burning him
with pleasure.  That was enough to set Sheera off
again, harder and deeper than before.  
	"Oh master,"  was all Sheera could say, as she
slumped forward on the bed.
	Placko pulled out of her, but said, "I'm not finished
with you yet, my little slave."	
	He tossed her onto her back.   He forced her legs
apart and secured them with clamps on the bed.  
	"Now I can play with your hot cunt all I want."  He
said.
	He rubbed his fingers over her clitoris.  Even though
he had just cum over it, he kissed her sensitive
spots.  She was helpless against his assault on her
genitals.  She could just absorb the pleasure as best
as possible.  Placko found a long cylinder, which he
used to pulse into her.  The cylinder was rougher than
a penis, increasing the friction.   
	"This is too much, master.  Let me cum, please." 
Sheera was crying and begging for release.
	"Not yet, slave."
	Placko climbed on top of her and entered her again. 
He had complete access to her body.
He took advantage of it to tease her by changing his
pace, almost removing himself, and thrusting him hard.
	"Let me cum, master."   she pleaded.
	"Yes, slave.  Cum as hard as you want."
	Placko started to bang away savagely.  He knew it
would take him longer to cum the second time, but he
wanted to maximize her experience.
	"Oh, master.  You have me over the edge again."  She
screamed.  Her orgasm started in her cunt and flowed
in waves of pleasure over her loins.  It was the
hardest ever.   Placko kept thrusting and she kept
cumming, screaming loudly.   She did not stop until
Placko himself felt the wonderful pressure emanating
from his balls signaled a powerful eruption  of his
own.  
	Only when they were both finished, were they able to
relax.    Placko removed the clamps from her legs.  
She flexed them, and then let them fall on the bed.   
	"Slave, let's see if you have any energy left.  Sit
up and lick all the cum off my prick."
	Placko  stood next to the bed, wiggling his prick in
her face.  Sheera looked at him gratefully.  She knew
she would have to respond to his orders.  She sat on
the bed, and licked his prick.
	"That feels good.  I want you to suck my cock.  It
may take awhile, but you can suck it good."
	Both Placko and Sheera were surprised by how rapidly
he responded to her ministrations.  Sheera wanted to
pleasure him the way he had pleasured her.   She moves
slowly around the sensitive edges of his cock.  She
then engulfed him whole.  She bobbed back and forth on
his cock, holding it in her right hand.  He grabbed
her head to pull her closer.   His pressure on her
head almost hurt, but she was determined to bring him
off.  
	"You wonderful little cock sucker.  You're going to
make me cum again." Placko declared.
	She muttered something.
	"Don't talk  with your mouth full." Placko
instructed.
	She resumed work, knowing that her reward was coming.
  His cum came pouring out, like water from a hose.
	"Let it fall on your chest.  Take a shower in cum." 
Placko said.
	She closed her eyes and bathed in his semen.   She
rubbed it over herself, feeling joy in her
accomplishment.
	"Sheera, you are a wonderful sex slave.  You will
move in with me tomorrow.  New wash yourself and have
something to eat."	
	With that Placko washed himself with a rag, put on
his clothes, and left.
	Placko had Sheera installed in the apartment, with
just a servant to keep her company.   Since she had
been a sex slave all her adult life, she welcomed the
privacy.   Placko kept the apartment locked, but
Sheera knew better than to leave.
	Placko's relationship with Sheera was based entirely
on lust and passion.  They gave each other the best
physical sex they ever had.  But Placko did not feel
the same tenderness for Sheera as for some of his
other slaves.
	When Placko left on his military campaign, he sent
Sheera back to the Prince.  She resumed her duties,
until the Prince gave her to one of  Fettucine's sons 
By the time Placko returned, he was a military hero,
with slaves that he captured from Tirimasu.  He never
went back to Sheera. 

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