A Hunting We Will Go

“Be my guest,” said the Emir.

That was judged by the experts in the ways of the Emir to be a neutral invitation to go further without necessarily granting the favour. Ramzy El-Najjar strode over to the woman and turned her on her stomach. Then he pushed the kill tag into her arsehole.

Returning to the Emir he said, “Thank you, Master,” as the Emir again roared with laughter.

“Come and sit down,” said the Emir through his laughter, “and try one of these chicken legs. They are delicious.”

The others marvelled at the young man’s good fortune in pleasing the Emir. To be offered food by the Emir personally was a mark of esteem rarely granted and this young man would be talked about far and wide. As he enjoyed the chicken leg Ramzy El-Najjar’s attention was drawn by the sight and sound of the riders taking turns to fuck or sodomise the woman as the fancy took them. Some were also striking her with bare hands or with riding crops and she was already sobbing from the pain.

The Emir stood up and everyone else followed suit; turning to Ramzy El-Najjar he said, “We’ll go back the easy way, I think,” and strode off to the Chinook.

Ramzy El-Najjar hastily followed and the two were soon in the air heading the mile and a half back to the Golden Palace. When they arrived the Emir led the way into the Golden Palace harem anteroom giving Ramzy El-Najjar no time to take in his surroundings.

“Tell your father to come and see me tomorrow,” said the Emir, “If you can remember after a night in my harem.”

Then the Emir was gone and the Chief Eunuch appeared, saying “When the Master pleases, the hostesses are ready for your inspection.”

Although he had been in the audience chamber of the palace, Ramzy El-Najjar had never before visited the harem and he stared around him with the curiosity of youth. He was in a long narrow room with doors at both ends and no windows. It was lit by a glass roof which was frosted to prevent the sun from being too strong and to prevent helicopter pilots from looking in. There was a small dais for the Emir when he was here, and several other chairs round the walls. In the centre of the floor was another dais which was about three feet square and had no chair on it. The walls were decorated with bedroom scenes depicting couples in various forms of sexual congress, some more comfortable in appearance than others. His attention was brought back to the matter in hand when several women filed into the room dressed in what he took to be the normal dress of the Emir’s harem. Each had on a sleeveless brocade embroidered waistcoat, in the style of a western bolero, which did not meet across the breasts but left them visible at each swing as she walked. Below the waist loose chiffon trousers in baladi colours, pink, orange, mauve, lilac, lime and acid green, but all sheer and all, he noticed, with no gusset or seam between the legs completed the rest of the clothing. They wore no shoes, and none of the bangles, bracelets, anklets and chains that were the only clothing his father’s harem wore. As in his father’s harem, the women all had rouged nipples and labia.

Ramzy El-Najjar was at a loss to know which of these superb women to choose. His experience had been limited to the two old concubines of his father’s who had been kept on solely to teach him about sex. They were less than attractive with their drooping breasts and poorly cared for bodies, and would have been sold off long ago but for his education. These women, in contrast, were the choicest morsels an Emir could offer a guest, and were pampered and cared for to keep them that way. Contemplating the problem, he eventually came down to choosing between a young pert redhead with tight curls on her head and a slightly older statuesque woman with long blonde hair. Both were very light skinned and did not look Arab at all, certainly not Kobekistani where native women were invariably dark and on the short side. Ramzy El-Najjar had not yet acquired the penchant for dark, ample flesh which many of his elders had, so the slimmer figure of the blonde did not put him off.

Seeing his quandary, the Chief Eunuch whispered, “If the Master would like both of them …”

This solved his problem admirably so Ramzy El-Najjar nodded his agreement and the women all left. The Chief Eunuch escorted him to a small guest suite where a meal was waiting and soon afterwards the two women entered. One knelt between his legs under the table and applied herself to fellating him while the other one fed him morsels of food.

Rewards

Hajji Mansur El-Najjar was a more than average devotee of the prophet. He had, as the honorific implied, made the pilgrimage to Mecca and took the teachings of the Koran seriously. It had worried him that his eldest son, Ramzy El-Najjar, might pollute his body with masturbation. The conviction that a young man of eighteen summers needed to ejaculate twice daily at least was a medical fact as far as the father was concerned; it was the same as urinating or eating, if it was not done something would go wrong in the body. His solution to this worry was to assign two older concubines who were about ready to be disposed of as past their sell-by date to perform this service for the young master. Accordingly, Ramzy El-Najjar’s sexual needs were dealt with by there always being a naked concubine waiting on his bed, head down on the pillow, knees apart, arse high in the air for him to use in either hole whenever he came from the bathroom, morning and night. While this was a method of slaking his urges, it was not very inspiring to the young man. He yearned for a beautiful young concubine to serve him as though she loved him.

Thus it was with considerable pleasure that he lay in the luxurious bathroom attached to the guestroom in the Golden Palace and allowed the bath girls to wash and pamper him. As they dried him he stroked the breasts of one of them, although he could see she had been cut and sewn up completely. Her belly was smooth where other women had labia and a vagina.

Curious, he asked, “How do you piss?”

“Since they cut my clitoris and sewed up my vagina, I piss through my arse, Master,” the girl answered, “If the master wishes I will demonstrate.”

“No, that won’t be necessary, but what if you become pregnant?”

“The ovaries were also removed when I was prepared for this job. It was an expensive operation but my parents willingly paid when I was told I could work here in the harem of His Magnificence, the Emir Ibrahim. It is the dream of every girl in my village to get such a job.”

“Didn’t you want to be a concubine?”

“Oh, that would be impossible. I was not pretty enough or clever enough and my parents were poor,” she replied wistfully, “Occasionally a visiting Master might use me through the remaining entrance, but not often.”

Avoiding the obvious plea in her eyes Ramzy El-Najjar moved quickly into the bedroom where he slipped into the huge bed and lay on his back in the middle. With due ceremony two eunuchs escorted the two women into the room. Moving as one they came to the foot of the bed and stood, eyes downcast, awaiting Ramzy El-Najjar’s orders. He had certainly been taught the proprieties of such an encounter and merely nodded to the escorting eunuchs. At this the girls gracefully descended to their knees at the foot of the bed and started to worm their way up the bed under the covers.

Each woman appropriated one of his legs, kissing it, licking it, and rubbing her ample breasts against it as she worked her way up towards the head of the bed. As she reached his knees, one of the women tickled him and he squeaked in surprise. Immediately the eunuchs stepped forward and administered a sharp WHAP of their whips on the still exposed buttocks of the girls. As Ramzy El-Najjar watched in the ceiling mirror mounted on the four posts of the bed, the olive-white orbs quivered in pain and a clear red line appeared on each wriggling rump. He felt his already hard prick rise further at the sight.

“Again,” he said, more to see what would happen than out of anger.

WHAPAP.

The two strokes landed almost as one and a second red line appeared next to the rapidly darkening one on each rump.

“Enough,” he said and the women continued their attentions to his legs.

After a few minutes of this pleasant ministration the women reached his genitals. One took his penis in hand, and then mouth, and then throat, while the other gently lifted his scrotum and licked and sucked his balls. A young and relatively inexperienced man cannot stand too much of this, and so it was that his first orgasm of the night flooded straight down the throat of the woman sucking his penis. She did nothing to delay this result because she knew that a young man such as this could easily manage three or four ejaculations in an hour.

When he recovered his composure it was to discover that the other woman had relinquished her attack on his testicles and that two tongues were simultaneously washing his prick clean of all the mess his climax had left on it. Satisfied that it was clean, the two women continued to kiss their way up his body towards his nipples. Somehow a pair of hands were fondling his prick and ball-sack at the same time as the women were moving up and he rightly concluded that this was another shared endeavour.

When they reached his nipple they worked on those for a while, sucking, licking, gently nipping with their teeth; all the time the hands were working on his now restored prick. This was obviously a moment when he had to decide what to do next. Looking up into the ceiling mirror he could see that the covers had come off his legs and his prick and balls, with their attendant hands, were clearly visible, as were the striped arses of the girls. As he watched they were wriggling provocatively.

“Ouch,” he said as one of the girls nipped a little too enthusiastically.

WHAPAP.

The ever alert eunuchs applied a third corrective stripe to each pair of arse-cheeks.

‘This is getting to be fun,’ thought Ramzy El-Najjar.

‘We’re in for a night of flogging,’ thought the women.

Before he could order more punishment the women looked at each other and then moved as a well-trained team. One turned quickly and presented her arse to the ceiling mirror, high above Ramzy El-Najjar’s chest as her mouth swooped on his penis again. The other supported herself half across his chest so that her tits hung temptingly before his eyes. One hand held her upper body up in the air so that the nipples just touched his chest as they swung; the other started to finger her partner’s arse and cunt in plain view of the young Master. That decided him.

“Arse,” he said and immediately they moved again, one helping the other to lower herself on to the tent-pole of a prick, dropping her rectum neatly and easily over it. With a little assistance from her partner, she bounced herself up and down, causing him to piston in and out of the narrow passage. As she settled into the rhythm, Ramzy El-Najjar beat time by slapping her on alternate buttocks with his open hands. This went on for a pleasant interlude and then he tipped the riding girl off his body and on to the floor.

Ramzy El-Najjar roughly pushed the two concubines face down on the bed side by side. Using his fingers to measure and prying arse-cracks open to check, he determined that the blonde had the longer whip marks, but that the redhead had glowing areas where he had slapped her as she impaled her arse on his prick. Grunting his satisfaction, he hauled the blonde’s arse high in the air and slid into her cunt from behind. Setting up a steady rhythm he began pumping into her in earnest. Then he felt a tongue on his balls, and on his prick on the out-strokes. The little red-head had insinuated her head under her friend and between her tits and thighs and was now applying herself to stimulating both of them with her tongue moving along his prick to catch the woman’s clitoris and returning to his balls.

This time the blonde was the first to come and her internal writhing and muscular spasms triggered Ramzy El-Najjar into his second orgasm, fountaining into the womb of the blonde girl.

As they all calmed down the redhead surprised him when she spoke without being asked a question, “Sorry, Master. Was I wrong? Did you want to come again so soon?”

Looking up, he realised that she was offering to be beaten for his pleasure and quickly sat down on the bed.

“No. Come here,” he ordered.

Pulling her over his knee, he set to spanking her with a will. Her arse flamed as red as her hair after a few strokes and the sight of this and her wriggling on his lap soon had his prick rising again. After about a dozen slaps she slid to the floor and took him in her mouth again, using all the wiles she had learned in an Emir’s harem to make him come. After that he remembered little of the detail, but he did remember his cock being rolled between two plump breasts, and coming time and time again.

In the morning Ramzy El-Najjar woke from a very pleasant dream of which he could remember no details at all, to find that he was sucking hard on a juicy nipple attached to an opulent though unfamiliar breast. Someone else was mouthing his penis into extending its morning erection even further. It took him a moment to remember that he was in the Golden Palace harem and that the breast he was sucking belonged to the red-haired concubine from the previous night. At least, it wasn’t actually her property; both it and the rest of the girl it was part of belonged to the Emir, who had lent her to him.

Then one of the girls asked, “Would the master like to try a little music?”

“Music?”

“Like so, Master.”

She produced two balls, larger than ben-wa balls but not too large to pass through the sphincter of a rectum. They were connected be about three feet of fine, flexible cord made of some substance he could not identify. One was inserted in the arse of each girls and they pulled hard so that the cord became tight. Then a eunuch produced a cello bow and Ramzy El-Najjar understood. With the bow on the cello string held tight he could produce a musical note of different pitch according to how tight the string was pulled.

“Would the Master wish to try? I can assure the Master that the sensation is extremely pleasant,” asked the blonde.

“I’ll just continue to play the instrument,” he said, “Not be part of it.”

The ball occasionally popped out of one or other woman as the note went higher and she could not hold the pressure, but it was an amusing way of passing the time and from the girls’ agitation it obviously did give them much pleasure.

“Master,” said a eunuch, “If the Master wishes to join the formal breakfast, then it might be advisable to bathe now.”

“Yes, of course,” he said and allowed himself to be led into the bathroom.

There the bath girls were waved away and he was sucked hard by the red-head who was soon gulping piss for all she was worth. After that they showered together and he used the blonde’s arse again for his morning orgasm.

After his night in the Emir’s harem, followed by breakfast with the Emir, Ramzy El-Najjar went home feeling about twenty feet tall. The reception his father gave him was not enough to deflate him completely, though his father did try.

“You have embarked on a dangerous course, my son, in catching the eye of the Emir in that spectacular way.”

“Why, father?” protested the young man, “The Emir praised me and even offered me a chicken leg with his own hands. I spent last night with two of his concubines as his guest.”

“You pleased him greatly yesterday with your actions at the hunt. However you have now made your first kill and will be expected to play a full part in the next hunt. What will you do next time to impress the Emir further? In a phrase I learned from an English diplomat here, ‘What will you do for an encore?’.”

The boy thought about that and was somewhat chastened.

“It would have been much better simply to call the ‘View’ and let the others take over,” the old man continued, “The Emir would have been pleased, but not excessively so. Of course you would not have had your meal and your fame and your concubines, but you would also not have been put at the front of next week’s hunt with the Emir saying, ‘We expect great things from you’ and then sneering at you for not having the same remarkable luck as yesterday. The Emir’s invitation to your second hunt, an invitation for which some men wait months and some wait in vain, has already arrived.”

“By the way, father, the Emir asked me to tell you to visit him today,” the boy remembered.

“I know, and have already been to Golden Palace,” said Hajji Mansur El-Najjar, “News of such invitations travels fast, especially if the appointed messenger is not thought reliable.”

“What did the Emir want?”

“He wanted to see me,” was all the reply he got.