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Raven in a Harem? (Princess by Default Part-III)
By Noel Lexicon
Chapter 9: Prisoner in Eden
* * *
I woke with a splitting headache. It took lots of effort before I could get
any of my limbs to move. Had they done something to me? Finally one of my
hands responded and I was slowly able to massage my temple.
`Max?'
`Here, Kid. Don't know anything about this you don't.'
I grunted and continued massaging my head. My headache and other aches
slowly receded. I became aware of a manacle locked on my wrist. I looked at
it, saw the chain, and with some turning of my head found that I was chained
to the bed. I was a prisoner again, but whose? And where was I?
The door opened and in walked a shapeless female. At least I assumed the
person was female. You know how you first meet someone and sense how you
will get along? One look and I knew - we wouldn't. Not today, not tomorrow,
not the day after! There would only be struggle and discord. She seemed
sexless and without a glimmer of personality. If it hadn't been for the beat
of her heart, she could have been a robot. Maybe she had been - in another
life!
Stoneface, that was the name her image conjured in my mind, pulled a chair
away from the wall and brought it to the side of the bed. A small writing
surface was pulled away from the wall. I watched as she placed her
electronic data pad on it. She even sat lifelessly! Maybe she had been a
lawyer in another life and all her blood had been sucked out in this one in
a Karmic retribution. The thought made me shiver.
"Your name."
No please! No introduction! No anything! She definitely was a welcome wagon
reject.
"You have a name, don't you?" she asked in a slightly raised voice.
"Ummm, is this like a trick question?" I asked uncertainly.
"Your name. Tell me your name," she said bloodlessly. Her expression had
changed subtly, and not for the better.
"My name? You mean my one and truly. Like my birth name?"
"I don't have time for foolishness, young lady. Tell me your name." She said
it in such a monotone-voice that I was determined to see if her lips moved
the next time she spoke.
"You'll laugh!"
If she could have cursed she would have. Stupid was as stupid does and I was
on a roll!
"I'll not laugh, so tell me your d . . . your name," she finished. One of
her hands had waved in frustration. And her lips did move. Just not very
much!
"Just remember, I warned you."
"Your name. NOW," she said in a threatening voice.
"It's Farkle Dimwitty Quadpucker NimNums the 23rd," I said proudly. "Don't
laugh. You promised." I displayed a worried look and projected uncertainty
and innocence with a dash of stupidity. Stoneface turned a nice shade of
purple. I loved it!
Her interrogation continued for another hour. Stoneface's exasperation grew
with each question and each nothing answer I managed. She was determined to
pigeonhole all my attributes and I was just as determined to give her none
to pigeonhole. My ability to project innocence and stupidity kept her from
coming to the conclusion I was openly lying. And then I had another thought,
maybe she had been a mortician in another life and in honor of that she was
already embalmed in this life.
"What about sex?" she asked me.
"I'm female," I said proudly.
"I know that," she snapped.
"Then why did you ask," I said quickly before she could get to the other
part of her question. I projected confusion and hurt. I could feel her
counting to ten.
"Do you enjoy sex," she asked keeping her voice calmer than her emotions.
She was good at that. Maybe it was a side effect of the embalming fluid!
"Sometimes," I answered letting my voice quiver with uncertainty.
`Sometimes? How can you keep a straight face and say something like that,
Kid?' asked Max.
`I don't enjoy sex while I sleep,' I said petulantly.
`Oh, well pardon me,' Max said.
I could see Stoneface grit her teeth. She was frustrated. My unseen
manipulation of the interview had her off balance. She asked a few more
questions. I did my best to appear helpful while managing to give her
nothing. She finally stopped, realizing that more was just a waste of our
time.
"According to you, you are untalented in every field of accomplishment
possible," she said. She was not amused.
"I wouldn't quite put it that harshly. I really like eating!"
Her throat produced the most interesting strangled sound. She looked down at
her pad, then back at me. "And pray tell Farkle Dimwitty Quadpucker NimNums
the 23rd, how it is that you, out of billions and billions of candidates,
got shipped to the royal household for inclusion in the concubine/Empress
pool?"
"Ummm, fuck up in shipping?" I offered giving her my most hopeful
expression.
Stoneface shuddered. It seemed Royal concubines, or would be concubines,
didn't know such words or if they did, they certainly didn't use them in her
presence. My response pretty much finished the fact-finding interview.
Guards entered from an unseen signal and unhooked the manacle on my wrist.
They placed delicate (and unbreakable) bracelets on my ankles that had inset
rings. I could be locked to any part of the grounds they wished with minimum
fuss. A collar was then locked around my neck. It looked like jewelry but I
knew its purpose - a tracking device. I had freedom of sorts but someone was
serious about me remaining for awhile. Unbelievably I was now part of some
Royal concubine pool - but whose?
"You will be taken to your room. You'll find a book and video outlining the
do's and don'ts of the household. If neither of those prove understandable,
a teller will be provided. You are free to wander the grounds. Stay within
the rules and you will be treated well. Venture outside those rules at your
peril." With that she turned and was gone leaving me wondering how anyone
could move that fast with embalming fluid in their veins?
"Goodbye and good luck," I said to the closing door. One of the guards
chuckled.
"High. My name is Farkle," I said turning and looking up. No time like the
present to make friends with the natives. And these were tall handsome
natives. Strong natives! Well endowed Natives. Natives with large . . ..
`Farkle?'
`Yeah, Max?'
`We know what they've got that's large. Get on with it!'
`Ohhhh!'
"We know," said the largest of the guards. He looked at me in disapproval.
"That wasn't a smart thing you just did. She can make your life hell."
"I have no idea of where I am at, or why I have been brought here. My
parents must be nearly frantic with worry and I miss them terribly." I
looked up at him with a hurt expression and projected just enough innocence
to hopefully make him uncertain.
The guard's expression changed in a heartbeat. "Sorry, Miss. Place their
names and address on the terminal in your room and they will be contacted.
Eventually you should be allowed to talk with them. You are in the Royal
Seraglio of the Tsarick Empire on the planet Chaltem."
"Thank you, Sergeant."
"That's Corporal, Miss."
"Silly me. I always get those stripe do-hickeys mixed up."
He didn't say it, but the glance between he and his partner said it -
airhead. Perfect!
* * *
Ten days later:
I expected trees, you can't have Palatial grounds without trees, but I was
not prepared for the luxuriant vegetation that adorned the Royal estate.
There were long avenues of Palms accentuated by colorful flower-beds set in
velvety lawns. There were mixed forests that sheltered babbling brooks,
crystal clear ponds and a multitude of birds and animals. And there were
beautiful rocky escarpments strategically located to provide natural
divisions between different sections of the Royal grounds.
I located the button for the floater window, rolled it down, and took a
large breath of air. It smelled of wet earth and healthy growing vegetation.
With the window down I heard birds singing among the trees and on the ground
I saw rabbits and squirrels bounding everywhere.
"Its gorgeous," I said.
"Would you like to land, Farkle?" asked the pilot of the floater.
"Oh please!"
Shortly the floater rested on a plush lawn near a small pond and I was out
in a flash. One of the brooks bubbled over a four-foot drop into the pond
creating a sparkling miniature waterfall. There were geese that shied away
then slowly edged closer. And the pond teemed with beautiful silvery fish.
"You could fish if you like, Farkle," said one of the guards.
"They're so pretty I couldn't stand to kill them. But thank you," I said
happily.
"We have bread, if you would like to feed the geese."
I smiled excitedly and held out my hands. The guards seemed taken by my
enthusiasm and quickly piled my hands high with bread bits. I laughed
delightedly and ran to the water's edge. How close would the Geese come?
They saw my hands full of bread and quickly swam almost too my feet. I
obviously wasn't their first visitor with goodies. For the next hour I fed
geese, fish and any other creatures I could entice to come close. Delighted
that I was able to coax two of the braver geese to eat from my hands,
without using my family talents, I laughed excitedly. I was entranced. So
were my guards, only they by my exuberance.
"We need to leave, Farkle. Your appointment is in fifteen minutes."
"I've got to give this up to meet with Stoneface?"
He tried not to laugh and failed. "You shouldn't say such things, Farkle.
She is the personal representative of the Emperor in charge of the royal
Seraglio," he said finally. It would have been a much more effective set
down if he hadn't been grinning.
"Have I ever told you my theory about embalming fluid?"
"Farkle, please. We've heard it and you definitely shouldn't be saying
things like that."
"Well it's just a theory, but it could be true," I said looking innocently
from one guard to the other.
The guards rolled their eyes and sent one another a strangled look - code of
some sort no doubt. I quickly kissed each of them on the cheek (they had
been extra nice so I was reciprocating plus I got to cop a feel of their
erections with my hip - giggle) and we were off. Fifteen minutes later I
stood outside Stoneface's lair - waiting. Hurry up and wait - I could have
been in the Army!
"Do you have a music cube?" I asked. I was looking at my guards and also at
the candidate behind me in line. I knew her a little and liked her. She had
been body sculpted (as had most of the concubine candidates) and were I
still male, she would have given me an immediate woody.
`What do you mean would have? She gave you two of them,' Max said.
`Max!' I didn't bother looking at my erect nipples. Okay, so she was really
healthy!
As a female, I was responding to the fact that she, though determined to be
one of the successful concubine candidates, was friendly - at least to me.
Of course that might have been because she rated me as a zero. I mean one
look at me among all these magnificently protruding female bodies and who
would give a Farkle about Farkle (giggle)?
"I have one, Farkle," said the girl behind her. That response surprised me,
including the fact that the girl even knew my name. Of course I had had to
explain to more than one of the concubine candidates that Farkle didn't
stand for anything that I knew - just a family name. No one had ever heard
of the name before, including me of course!
"Let's dance," I said exhuberantly.
"But we can't," said the girl glancing towards Stoneface's closed office
door.
"Uh huh," I said. "We have the run of the grounds and there is nothing in
the rules against dancing. So all in favor of dancing clap your hands." I
clapped mine. The girl who spoke grinned, gave a last glance at Stoneface's
door, then clapped her hands. The candidate between us clapped her hands as
did another farther down the line.
Within minutes we found suitable music, rearranged the line for our own
purposes and were dancing exuberantly in the hall. Soon the guards were
clapping rhythmically in appreciation. And slowly their lust built. They
were watching young healthy females exhibiting themselves. And parts of the
other dancers were going up and down in such interesting patterns - male
tantalizing patterns.
Not taking my guards to bed had been a difficult decision for me, but I had
decided early on that it wouldn't be fair to them and could be harmful to my
escape plans. Plus, if I was here long term, I wanted to have a steady
relationship with all of them and that meant platonic. I had even discussed
with them why I wasn't inviting them to my bed now. I had let them know that
was I still a trader I would have looked forward to being in bed with them.
It was part of the honesty policy I had developed after leaving the company
of the free traders and trading on my own. I had quickly discovered that
being honest and having others know you were honest produced the best
results long term, not only for trading, but for living one's life. That
discussion had pleased my guards immensely.
Unfortunately, one thing I had not counted on when I started dancing was my
guards' lust. Its siren call whispered sexual enchantments in my ear and
soon I was dancing exclusively for them, for their maleness. I swayed my
hips seductively, sensuously timed to the beat of the song. My hands found
their way over my head accentuating the lithe qualities of my slender
athletic figure. I threw my head sending my hair flying and sent my guards
sizzling glances then looked away pretending to not be interested when it
was obvious I was. I was playing to their maleness, telling them they were
attractive, commanding. I was hitting them where they lived and they loved
it. Breathing hard I transposed a hip sway into a sexy pirouette and found
myself face to face with Stoneface.
"Oops," I muttered in dismay. I stopped dancing and the music shut off
instantly. The clapping died just as abruptly.
"Why didn't you say you were a dancer?" Stoneface demanded.
"Because I'm not," I said shaking my head in denial. "I was just trying to
relieve some gas pressure." I started jumping up and down, chanting
religious passages while furiously slapping at both arms. Finally I jumped
high into the air, landed on both feet and at the same time belched
ignominiously.
"Ah! I feel better now," I said patting my stomach. I smiled at Stoneface
and gave her my most innocent look.
She looked once at the guards, back at me, then turned and walked away
without a word. When she was out of sight my guards let out a sigh of
relief.
"Farkle," said one of them, "Behave!"
"Me?" I asked innocently making my eyes as wide as possible. It was no
surprise that I was called next.
* * *
"I'm asking for the last time, Farkle. Give me the name and address of your
parents," demanded Stoneface. It was fifteen minutes later and she was
glaring at me from behind her desk.
"No. I'd be too ashamed."
Stoneface counted to ten - again. "There is nothing to be ashamed of about
your birth occurrence. We just want to contact your parents. You should want
them to know where you are. Relieve their anxiety!"
"I'm not ashamed of my birth, I'm ashamed of being in prison. I'd rather die
than let them find out," I said solemnly.
"This is not a prison," Stoneface snapped angrily. It was the most emotion
she had ever shown.
"Oh thank you, Mistress. Thank you," I gushed. With that I jumped to my feet
and ran for the door. "I can go, I can go," I said to the guards.
Stoneface pushed a button and the door locked. I struggled to open it for a
convincing long time. Finally I turned back to her and managed a single
tear. "I can't go. It's a prison. You lied to me!"
"It's not a prison!" She was angry now.
"I can't go. It's a prison. You lied to me." With that I broke out in heart
rending sobbing. I emoted terrible anguish and directed that emotion as
strongly as I could at Stoneface. She stood it for twenty seconds.
"Take her back to her room!"
I continued sobbing all the way through the hall and emoting great anguish.
That should make her interviews with the other candidates less than
sparkling. I needed only three more days! Three days until I escaped. It was
the first cut of the concubine pool. Well over half of the candidates were
being let go. I planned in being in the reject pool, one way or the other. I
had to be in the reject pool. I just had too! I was so horny that Stoneface
was starting to look good. Gad, what an ugly thought!
* * *
As I watched in the view port, the Imperial planet of Chaltem grew larger.
My heart was beating rapidly. Unbelievably a subspace order to all ships had
gone out forcing the return of almost a hundred deep space vessels. The cost
for such an order had to be prohibitive and that didn't include lost
shipping time for the vessels or late charges! I was hoping against hope
that the reason was something other than my escape. I wasn't that important.
I couldn't be!
At the moment an Imperial warship hung off our bow. We would be landed in a
predetermined sequence. All ships were being carefully searched. I would
know soon enough the reason.
`Max, I'm scared.'
`I know, Kid. So am I.'
`I don't think I can stand much more pain.'
`We can moderate most of it with your talents, block your pain centers, but
perhaps, Kid, this is going to be home for awhile. Humble as it is.'
`A prisoner for the rest of my life?'
`After their anger has worn off, you should be able to greatly influence how
you're treated. But it will be tough for a couple of months.'
I sighed. Story of my life.
Finally it was our turn and we docked. Slowly the passengers and the crew
were disembarked. With the other passengers I walked through the exiting
ramp into the concourse and down two lines of guards.
"There! There she is," said a voice I dreaded hearing. A hand quickly seized
my arm then another guard seized my other arm. They lifted me off of the
ground and brought me directly to Stoneface. One thing I was very certain
of - I was in deep doodoo! She looked at me; I looked at her. Only one of us
was even remotely satisfied.
"Did you miss me?" I asked.
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