Innocence of Sultana
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How the Sultana Acquired a New House Slave
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I was tired. That was for certain, I had been wandering now for
days somewhere in Saudi Arabia, I guess. I had got drunk and
reached for that wench in some makeshift foreigner's bar, I
think. Though... in this country there was not supposed to be any
bars... or whores! So I was told! Everyone was religious. Maybe
it was the hashish, or some half-poisoned moonshine. I really
can't remember. Brain seemed half-gone. Anyway, I was very rudely
kicked out of the establishment, knocked on my ass, and robbed to
boot! I have been trying to find the boat I came in on since
then.
So after wandering about, trying to sober up, and spending all my
change on food, and not being able to talk the language; I
wandered into the woods and searched for some matches in my
pocket. It was getting dark, and I started a fire on some
deserted property and noticed some eatable fruits nearby. I saw a
duck I tried to kill. I was certainly a dirty, muddy mess! That I
do remember. My brain was not in that good a shape, really. Then,
I guess I must have eat a little and fallen asleep!
The next thing I know, some rude bullies, guards, were punching
me, slapping me, and dragged me off to jail. There they continued
to jabber incomprehensibly, threw me in a dirty cell, and ripped
off all my clothes. They mostly did not know English, except
swear words like, "Scum, bum, cocksucker, asshole, assassin and
spy." Why assassin, or spy? Of course, I did not have a gun or
know any military secrets! But they acted like I might be a
dangerous person.
Laying nude in this filthy cell and eating horrible food the next
day like wormy apples and unbaked, course prison bread; my
stomach was about finished, when some high-up officer, with
shinny boots, smart cap, and all kinds of medals, twirling a
baton, bangs on my cell.
"You scum! Understand English!"
"Of course, of course!"
"I understand you are a spy?"
"I don't know shit about anything," I protested.
"Then why were you trespassing on the Sultana's property?"
"I wasn't on anybody's property. I never saw any signs."
"The property of the Sultana does NOT need any signs. Neither
does anything else belonging to the Royal Family! Allah Bless
Them! Everyone knows better than to trespass!" He looked straight
at me, "If it was up to me, I WOULD ORDER YOUR EXECUTION!"
"But I did not do anything, Sir."
"You are either an assassin, a spy, or, even if you are not, YOU
HAVE INSULTED THE ROYAL FAMILY! Allah Bless Them! Thus you should
be soundly whipped!"
"How do you know that? Perhaps the Royal Family, and the Sultana,
(Allah Bless Her!) just might be understanding and compassionate,
would just let me go. YOU DARE NOT ACT without being sure of what
the Blessed Sultana actually thinks!" There! I thought of
something to say back.
He was really taken back. In fact, I thought he was shaking. At
the very mention of the Sultana, he looked like he was going to
throw himself on the ground and prostrate. Even the guards
lurking in the background looked cowed! Somebody took up the
chant: "Salaams to the Royal Family! Salaams to the Sultana!"
That seemed to make them feel better.
Actually, it was easy to tell that they were all VERY FRIGHTENED
of Her, at least of the possibility of doing any slight,
conceivable offense against Her. So I was left alone for the rest
of the day.
But next day, the guards were their old selves, and happily
called me all sorts of names, especially, "Infidel dog," put a
collar around my neck and while laughing, dragged me out of my
cell. I learned I was on my way to see the Blessed,
Compassionate, Noble Sultana, who had the Blessing of Allah.
We entered the palace and I was completely nude except for my
collar, and was quickly pushed and dragged across a rich,
luscious carpet. Nobody was around except some veiled, giggling
women, who quickly ran away from us and hid.
In less time than you could say, "Jack Robinson!" a heavy, richly
decorated gold door was opened, and I was thrown across the
carpet at the very Feet, of who I judged to be, of course, the
Cat's Meow, the very Cream of Cream; Her Royal Highness, Princess
of Jamar, Protector of Her People, and the Blessed of Allah.
As I was recovering my breath, and staring at her richly jeweled
sandals and Her beautifully manicured and painted, luscious,
royal toes; the officer barks out in a loud voice,
THIS INFIDEL DOG WISHES TO APPROACH YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS AND LICK
THE DUST AT YOUR FEET!
Thus having introduced us, he abruptly left the room. As I was
wondering if I should say something, I heard him threaten outside
the door, "You Highness, if there is a problem, do not hesitate
to summon me. I and my ten guards will immediately rush in and
beat the infidel to a pulp!"
Then she spoke loudly, in a musical, but rather authoritarian
voice, "Do not worry Captain! And do not dare to harm this worm!
I can easily, with my own two feet, smash him to a pulp-just like
a grape! And... Remember Captain, I am an Independent, Modern
Woman, I fear only Allah, not this pathetic infidel worm! Please,
do not slight my powers! I, afraid of a miserable, crawling
insect! Why, I could use my whip until I have skinned him alive!"
I think I heard, through the door, the captain gasp, possibly he
was taken back by the thought that he might have insulted Her
Royal Highness by "slighting Her Powers," but, anyway, the next
thing I know, the Princess was beating me hard with Her long,
slender, cutting whip that swished through the air and made a
terrible sound as it sliced my poor flesh.
But before I could decide if I was supposed to scream, or beg for
mercy, or just try and silently bear the horrible, cutting blows;
the Sultana stopped slicing me and gave directly, some sort of
curious look at my nude, bruised, and now striped body.
"Well," she arched her eyebrows, while holding up the dread whip,
"Tell me! Are you a spy?"
"No, Your Royal Highness! No, Goddess! No Compassionate Protector
of the People! I am only a lost sailor who wandered by accident
upon your Blessed, Royal Property, under the Glorious Protection
of Allah! Please, please forgive me! I wish to sail home."
"Sail home?" She extended her beautiful, jewel encrusted shoe to
my face, like she was going to step on me to prove Her authority,
but I quickly and humbly kissed her foot! This was a clever thing
to do, as it turned out.
She appeared a little taken back. "Go home? But why, I require in
my Service an English speaking dog! I was educated at Oxford, and
miss the chance to speak English. Surely you would not attempt to
deny me the pleasure of keeping you! As my humble slave, of
course!"
"Slave? What is that? At home, there are no slaves, you gotta
have legal papers for that!"
"You were found on my property, thus it is my right to claim you
as my property, and, of course, as my slave! The Holy Courts will
agree with me, I assure you-dog." She said the last word almost
sweetly, like I was some kind of sweet pet. Like we might be able
to get along, but she was raising her whip.
Well, I stared hard at her diamond incrusted pump, with tiny
heels, about to brush my face, a pump that caused Her to wobble a
little as she walked, and I thought, "Wow! I bet that each
diamond in her shoe, each single diamond, is worth more that the
full price of a slave in this country! She is fabulously rich-and
fabulously powerful. I might get some good chow to eat, bow wow!
Bow wow!"
The last part, "Bow Wow," I muttered so loud she might have
heard, but then it might have only been to Her, a growl of
defiance. The terrible whip came swishing down, she slashed my
back real good,
"Answer me infidel! Why are you silent, dog! Are you
contemplating treachery? Are you a spy!"
But before the whip could again fall, I hastily assured Her Royal
Highness, Blessed of Allah, Protector of Her People, Goddess of
Wondrous Compassion, that I had no thought but to please Her.
Rising to my knees and folding my hands, Looking even,
occasionally at her face, I humbly begged Her Great Mercy in this
matter,
"Goddess, Great Lady! I would never plan treachery against One so
Noble and Divine as You Royal Self! To be Your slave, I am
overjoyed!" I kissed her feet over and over again.
She seemed placated by my fervent plea. She smiled to Herself and
putting a leash on my collar, she pulled her dog out of the royal
chamber. "This way dog, come quickly, I want to avoid the
guards," she whispered. "CRAWL,' she commanded, "Men are never
allowed in this part of the palace, it would be scandalous, I am
only leading a nude dog to his kennel!"
She chuckled and quickly led me to a narrow, dark, closet-like
room. I was instructed to wrap myself in a sheet and lay on the
floor. Later a veiled serving girl, brought a bowl of delicious
dog food to my room. She giggled as she laid the steaming bowl on
the floor.
But then she turned serious, "For Your sake and that of the
Blessed, Holy Sultana, you must be a very good dog. Men can never
be allowed in this part of the palace!"
"But do not worry," she added almost compassionately, "Once the
doctor comes and sees you, the threat to the Honor of our
Virtuous Sultana will be completely eliminated. Then you can
safely move about the harem!"
I was glad things were going to get better! In fact, the whole
thing began to sound pretty good to me. After all the beatings
and prison, here I was going to lead a glorious dog's life as the
fabulous pet of a Noble, Glorious, Compassionate Mistress, the
Princess of Jamar, Protector of Her People, Blessed of Allah.
Maybe it would be all eating, sleeping and frolicking, and only
woman around! Interesting, fascinating woman like the Noble
Sultana, Her Royal Self. I would be explaining English to Her!!!
We would become good friends! But I wondered what did the serving
girl mean by mentioning the coming visit of the doctor?
Well, I wasn't going to let that worry my little doggy head about
such matters. Here was luxury itself, compared to prison!
Tomorrow is another day! I went to sleep with happy dreams
dancing in my head!
Maddie
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