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NARRATIVE FROM HALIMA FA'AD
First Wife of Shiekh Abn Fadah
somewhere In North Africa
Aiee, Mercy of Allah, what a task it is to be First Wife to a man such
as my Husband, Abn Fadah The Mighty! I have accepted his four other
wives, for it is his right to take many, and they have always treated me
with the respect due a First Wife.
But Abn Fadah grows old, and the might of his groin weakens, and as he
tires, his mind searches for new pleasures and strange sensations to
raise again his falling staff. But when he spoke of a sixth wife, I
became angry and told him sharply that I would have no Sixth Bride in
the harem. He whipped me for speaking thus, for that is his right, but
he agreed not to take another wife, so victory was mine and the marks of
the lash upon my back won me much admiration in the Harem.
Yet Abn Fadah still sought new things for his sex, and I knew that he
must soon come upon something. Thus it was that when I spied the
advertisements in a Western magazine (I alone in the Harem have been
taught to read and write, and been schooled in English, for as First
Wife I often meet Western men of business who seek to share my husband's
wealth) I mentioned the dolls to my Master and he seemed much intrigued
with the idea. I encouraged his interest, for what care I for a rival
made of rubber? To me, it seemed much better than the strife that a new
bride would bring to our Seraglio.
On the appointed day when the crates containing the dolls arrived, our
Master was away on business. We, his wives, looked at the boxes
anxiously, knowing we would be beaten if we opened them and wondering if
it would be worth it.
Then - oh, wonders of Allah! We heard movement in one of the crates.
Caring for our safety no longer, we dismissed the servants and opened
the box.
There inside, we found that one of the dolls lived! Such a sight it was,
almost too weak to move, and the stench from being inside the box so
long was unpleasant indeed. Amazed, the five of us cleaned her and
poured nourishing soup into her mouth until we saw that her eyes opened.
She would live.
Knowing this, we were vexed indeed. For our Master had bought this doll.
She was now his property. Yet the last thing we desired was to have
another living woman in this house. And such an exotic thing she was,
with her pale skin that was flesh-like and yet not flesh; her features
so comely and so still; and her breasts so large and proud. We knew at
once that the moment our Master saw her, we should be forgotten as he
fell under the spell of her newness and strangeness.
For many minutes we talked of this problem among ourselves. We checked
the other crates and found, to our relief, that none of the other dolls
lived. Thus, we had only this one to concern us.
Returning to the toy, I found it strong enough to speak, yet still too
weak to move. I tried to help it sit up and found that the wonders of
Allah are indeed boundless, for although the Doll was too weak to move
by herself, such was the stiffness of her skin that she would remain in
whatever position I put her in.
This discovery amused me much, and I tested it by crossing her legs as
she sat upon the floor and raising her arms to lewd and shameless
positions and the other wives of the Harem saw how foolish I had made
this Intruder seem, and they laughed at the sight of her.
The Golden-Haired One began to speak then, in a voice soft from weakness
and in the Tongue of the Western Lands, in which, as I have said, I am
schooled. She begged me to release her and offered me much reward to
help her gain her freedom. And as my mind is sharp like the fox, I asked
her many questions about who she was and how she came to be as we had
discovered her.
And, aieee! the tale she spun! In her own land, she said, she was a man
of great wealth who had been robbed of his possessions and sealed inside
the body of a doll by an unfaithful wife in order that this wife and her
lover could more easily steal his wealth. Thus had he fallen to this
lowly state and become a woman and the plaything of women.
Pfah! Such a story a child would laugh at! And to think that this
shameless creature would try to deceive me with it -- I who have haggled
with the most cunning of the Merchants at the Bazaars and left them
weeping at the bargains that I drove. No, I am not one to be so easily
fooled. It was clear to me that this living toy had chosen this way to
steal into the home of Abn Fadah the Mighty in order to take his heart
and mind from us, his wives. I explained all this to my sister-wives,
and we all agreed that her plan must be stopped at all costs.
And so we decided that a plaything she was and a plaything she must
remain, hidden away here in the Seraglio to serve for our amusement.
I told the Creature of our decision, and she tried to cry out and-mike
objection, but her voice was still weak and she could not move and we
laughed at her protests and turned her over upon her face and beat her
ass and the soles of her feet until she wept and moaned that she would
do our bidding.
For many weeks after that, our new toy was a source of constant
amusement in the Harem. We took delight in dressing and undressing her
with the most exotic of garments. We painted her face and styled her
hair in seven times seven hundred different ways. And we amused
ourselves with her tongue, ordering her to practice upon us the arts of
female love which are common in harems such as ours, where the Master
calls upon us but rarely. And in these arts I found her to be amazingly
proficient, by which sign I knew her story to be false, for no Man would
lower himself to such things as pleasuring a woman with his lips.
My sister Fatima is the youngest of us, being still in her teens, and I
think it was she who most enjoyed tormenting our new toy. Perhaps she
was reminded of the dolls of her childhood -who can say? Each evening
Fatima would gather up our used garments of the day and pile them upon
the face of our toy, bidding her to sleep well with them, and smiling
with false tenderness. When our Master announced that he proposed to
make entrance to the Seraglio, we his wives would cover our toy with
soft pillows and sit upon them so that she should be undetected. And
Fatima would all times be certain that it was she who sat upon the face
of our toy, bouncing and wiggling with malicious joy.
We beat our toy almost daily, and I was not surprised that Fatima beat
her with the most energy, smiting her naked rump with heavy silken cords
or with the hard palm of her bare hand. Yet I was surprised at the
cleverness of Fatima in devising more subtle torments for the toy,
stroking her breasts and her womanhood with feathers and silks until all
could see that the toy's sexual need was great, and then simply laughing
in the toy's face and sitting upon it.
Ahhh yes, the toy spoke to me many times in English of her pain and
frustration and of her desire, until I sometimes wondered if she was
indeed a man trapped by sorcery in the body of a lowly woman. But I took
my lead from Fatima and laughed in her face and told her with smiling
falseness that she was too dear for me ever to part with her. Then I
kissed her as a man kisses a woman and I fondled her breasts and
buttocks as a man caresses those of his mate, and when she was
whimpering with desire I simply pulled her betwixt my thighs and forced
her to pleasure me there.
Yet even as the loveliest of Moons must wane, so must the best of
pleasures must pass in its own time.
As the weeks turned into months, our toy grew stronger. The strength of
her limbs and voice returned so slowly that at first we did not see; yet
one day we found that our toy could lower her arms by herself after we
had extended them to hang our panties upon. A few weeks later, she could
take a few halting steps without assistance, and her voice had grown in
strength so that we had to fill her mouth with our undergarments when we
beat her in order that her cries not be heard.
Many things tried we to prolong her weakness and her servitude: I bought
a solution in the bazaar which, when she drank it, turned her voice into
the faintest of whispers and numbed he tongue so that her speech was
unintelligible. We placed rare aphrodisiacs in her food in order to
increase still further her sexual need. Fatima purchased chains and
cuffs and ropes and she bound our toy in seven times seven hundred
different positions, forcing her to walk about on her knees with her
elbows bound behind her; to lie tied into a ball, with her face between
her calves, in a bundle no bigger than a pillow; or to be spread-eagled
within a frame of light wood, floating in our bathing pool whilst we
swam nude and sported about her.
Yet still she grew stronger and more restive and our worry increased
that she should make escape and bring shame upon us. In desperation,
Fatima put rings in the toy's nipples and in her nose and bound her
ankles to her thighs and forced her to sit astraddle a rock wall with
her wrists chained to her nipple rings so that she could not lower her
hands to ease the strain upon her privates, and her nose ring tied to a
belt around her middle so that she must bend her head abjectly forward,
and her golden hair tied to a ring in the ceiling overhead.
Thus she sat whilst we others whipped her bare ass and pleasured one
another before her. And at the end of this time, I released her and
looked deeply into her eyes.
And in those eyes, I saw that we had failed.
For in them, I saw pain and humiliation and agony and frustration and
want and embarrassment and shock.
But in the eyes of a true slave, I should have seen gladness and
obedience and pleasure in her suffering as I took at the hands of my
Master, and this I did not see.
So it was with great sadness that we dressed ourselves in the long,
heavy robes of our nation's women, and veiled ourselves carefully and
conveyed our toy to the Marketplace. There, we spoke to Ch'ang, the
Dealer in Woman Flesh, and the slanted eyes of this crafty merchant
lighted up when he cast them upon our unwrapped toy. We had crossed her
arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists and tied strings from these
cuffs into her hair, so that her arms were kept tightly behind her
whilst her face was lifted upwards toward Allah. In addition, the
nipples of her breasts now had the rings in them chained to brass cuffs
locked just above her knees, and so short were these tiny chains that
she must needs remain with her knees bent and her shapely body bent
forward, which was made even more difficult for her by the means in
which her wrists were tied into her hair, which drew her spine in a
backwards arch like a taut bow. And in this condition, Fatima led her
about by a leash secured to the ring in her nose.
To increase her allure, we had placed upon her a lovely belt fashioned
from big, shiny copper coins, and we had put sandals upon her feet;
sandals with the heels high like the women in the Western magazines
wear. And we had painted her face and put necklaces in her hair and
pendants about her neck, and we had adorned her ear lobes with ornate
earrings. We had also carefully oiled and perfumed her false skin, so
that she glistened and jingled and bounced and sparkled as Fatima led
her about.
Fatima affixed the toy's nose ring to a hook in the ceiling, so that she
must needs stand on display for Ch'ang. What a sight she made! Enough to
stir the loins of any man, and glad were we that we had kept this bitch-
toy from the eyes of our Master.
Crafty Ch'ang was for once speechless. He cleared his throat and licked
his lips and tried to speak of how a flower such as this must needs be
shipped to the Far East or to the deepest portions of the Interior to
fetch the best price, and of the expense of drugging and shipping her.
But we made as if to go, and he quickly relented and gave us our price.
And as we left, we saw crafty Ch'ang tie the toy's wrists to the hook in
the ceiling, and attach her nose ring to a bolt in the floor, forcing
her to bend over sharply, sticking her pale ass upwards, exposed,
defenseless, and very naked indeed.
And as we walked out into the Bazaar, I thought upon the toy's fantastic
story, and of how richly amusing it would be if she were once a man.
To think of her now, stripped of all her possessions, sealed forever
into the form of a woman, deprived of speech, pierced and bound and
decked out in finery to be sold into slavery.
Soon she would herself be dancing to the tunes of uncivilized foreign
men, she, who had once called the tunes herself, and bought other women
to dance for her pleasure!
How laughable it would be, I thought, if this lowly sex-toy had indeed
once been a man like my own Master.
And then my eyes were caught by the new silks on display in the
Marketplace, and the memory of our toy melted from my thoughts like snow
from the desert's dusty face.
thEnd!
Mila
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