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THE FRENCH SLAVE Capitan Omar Aydin, commander of Company C of the Second Battalion of the Sultans Janissary Cavalry stood idly in the antechamber of the Emir of South East France' office. He had been summoned the previous evening to appear for consultation with the Emir. It was very unusual for junior officers to be summoned by the Emir. He was wearing his dress uniform, blue riding pantaloons, black riding boots, white shirt, red jacket, closed at the throat, red fez with gold officer's trim and gold tassel. He snapped to attention as an immense negro in a blue business suit entered the room. Aydin noticed the jewel handled curved dagger that hung from the negro's neck. The black man advanced towards Omar, hand extended in greeting. "Welcome, Captain Mustafa. How are you doing and I trust your trip was comfortable," boomed the man. "I am Mehmet, the Emir's Major Domo. The Emir will see you now, please follow me." Omar followed the Major Domo through the ornate double doors and through another ante room followed by a set of equally impressive glass doors onto a firestone patio. The Emir, a trim fiftyish man sitting at glass topped table, motioned for Omar to take the empty chair at the table. "I suppose that you are curious as to why you were summoned here?" "Rest assured that it is not for your execution," smiled the Emir. "You are going to be rewarded for service that you performed for myself and the Sultan two months ago," stated the Emir flatly. "I recommended a promotion to the palace guard in Istanbul. The Sultan had other idea's, which of course, take precedence." Omar was furiously trying to think of a service he could have possibly done foe Emir, much less the Sultan. The Emir, immensely enjoying the Janissaries confusion, paused, rang a small bell on the table and a steward appeared with a pot of coffee and two small cups followed by another steward with a tray of small pastries. The Emir continued as the thick Turkish coffee was poured, "The service I am referring to is the adroit manner in which you managed the quiet extradition of four junior officer's from the Stockade of the American 7th Cavalry in Orleans in June, past." Omar thought back, oh yes, the four officer's had spent the evening in Orleans making a mockery of the Prophets words concerning distilled spirits. Apparently, the young men did not wish to explain their condition to the Religious Police at the border bridge, they attempted to swim the Loire River. Fortunately, for them, a patrol of 7th Cavalry scouts, Crow Indian's, I believe, detained them and had them placed into the regimental stockade. Quite amusing really. One of those officers was my son, who, by the way is a grand nephew of the Sultan." Omar was stunned. One of the officer's, a Captain, had the same last name as the Emir, but it was a common Turkish surname and he had not made a connection to the Emir. Noting the surprise on the Captain's face, the Emir continued, "Your surprise is what I expected, the Sultan is the uncle of my first wife. I was awarded her as the result of my leading the armored brigade that captured Baku, the capitol of Azerbaijan during our war of expansion against the Russians. As you are well aware, you Janissaries are not permitted to marry, as a result of their participation in the revolt in 1826. So the Sultan decided that since you are of Croatian extract, not Turkish, the Sultan felt that you could do an additional service for the both of us. As you have apparently excellent relations with the American 7th Cavalry as demonstrated by your deft handling of the incident involving the four Turkish officer's and the fact that absolutely nothing was ever said or recorded by the American's, the Sultan asked me to select a suitable companion for you that would not violate Turkish law. So, I have arranged for a member of my household staff to be added to your household to do with as you please. Mehmet, bring out the girl." The but the massive Major Domo came out from behind a vine covered trellis holding the arm of a very frightened blonde girl. Smiling, the Emir continued, "As you can see, she is very attractive. Her blonde hair will match your own and since she is illegally the property of my first wife, you taking voluntary possession of her will solve a potential embarrassment for the Sultan and myself. As you know, in the peace treaty with the United States following fall of southern France to the North African Alliance and subsequently to the Ottoman Empire, all French citizens who were held in involuntary servitude by Islamic forces were to be released. My first wife has been ignoring that detail for the past twenty years and has used comely young men as a source for the sale of their sperm to important leaders, primarily African, of the faithful. This activity is prevalent exclusively among the wives of wealthy Turks." Captain Mustafa sat there open mouthed listening to the Emir and occasionally glancing at the young woman. "Yes Captain, that young thing is male. She has been raised as a female and knows nothing of the male life except the milking of her seed several times a week. The rest of her time is spent as a scullery in my kitchens. When her seed ceases to bring a suitable profit, my wife will have her gelded and put to work as servant in the hareem. While the Sultan is somewhat indifferent to this fate, having it occur in my household I find disgusting. So I have decided that I will endure the wrath of my dear first wife and reward you with a beautiful blank slate." Omar was stunned. He also felt an unaccustomed twinge of fear creep up his spine. He could not reject the Emirs gift, also he wondered about the ramifications of gaining the ire of the Sultan's niece, what did the American's call thIs? 'Caught between a rock and a hard place?' Omar blurted, "You are too generous, Excellency. Please tell me more about your gift, her name for instance," The Emir laughed and waved to Mehmet to bring the girl forward. Omar was keenly inspecting the boy/girl. She was indeed quite attractive, about five foot ten inches tall in her flat kitchen shoes, wearing a simple white shift with a cord for a belt, no makeup or adornments other than faux diamond studs in her pierced ears. "Captain Aydin, I am pleased to present to you, Marianne. Marianne, this is your new master, Captain Omar Aydin of the illustrious Janissaries," intoned the Emir officially. Continuing, the Emir addressed Omar, "My dear Captain, this beauty that I am presenting to you is penniless. She is wearing her dowry. As this unsuitable for a Turkish officer to be seen in public with such a destitute creature, I have arranged for French woman of stellar taste and refinement to take custody of your charge for the rest of the day to prepare her for travel and there is a check for a suitable amount for additional adornments upon you arrival at St. Denise. Mehmet will see to the refinement of Mademoiselle Marianne, which I assume will take some time. Meanwhile, while Mehmet oversees the transformation of your butterfly, you will fill me in about your dealings with the Americans and my four disabled officers." Mehmet gently led the boy/girl to her destiny. Mehmet led Marianne to one of the service doors and a waiting limousine. In the limo was a French woman dressed as what could only described as 'chic'. The woman, Madam Breaslau, was waiting patiently for Her task. She watched as the Major Domo opened the door to the vehicle and semi-pushing Marianne into the limo whispered "Good luck" to Madam Breaslau. Nonplussed, Geraldine Breaslau commenced doing a quick survey of her charge. The waifs hair was a mess, brushed, but otherwise unkempt. She could not definitively judge the figure without removing the sack Marianne was wearing. The girls face was pretty, but could be gorgeous with make-up. The sack she was wearing needed to be burned. Arriving at the salon, Geraldine ushered Marianne through the back door and summoned two employees to assist in the project. She explained that this was a complete rebuild, bath, hair, face, nails and clothes for the Emir. She told Marianne to strip and once down to the buff, a collective gasp came from the collective salon employees and Geraldine. Regaining her composure, Geraldine said matter of factly, "It appears that the Major Domo left out a detail." The young woman stood there, naked, with fine breasts on display and a metal tube containing an organ that was somewhat unusual to the salon. The curved container held the tip of the young mademoiselle's penis pointing towards her anus. Geraldine asked Marianne, "Young lady, you are male, non." Marianne stood there confused, it was a question that no one had ever asked her before. She had assumed that she was like all other women. Bridgette, one of two salon assistant's declared, "Madam, this is going to be very exciting." Geraldine ignoring Bridgette, continued, "Forget what I asked, just stand still. We are going to measure you up for your new clothing." Amidst a great deal of giggling, Marianne was measured head to and including the toes. The Emir and the Captain still sitting on the patio, now drinking white wine. The Emir sat back laughing as Omar related the tale of the four Turkish officer's trying to drunkenly wade the Loire River and being manhandled by the Crow Indian scouts, handcuffed and deposited in the MP holding cells. "That," a laughing Captain Aydin said, "is when I got a call from the American 7th Cavalry's Officer of the Day. I left at once and was met by the 7th Cavalry commanding officer. He merely informed me that he had four Turkish officer's in protective custody. I asked the names of the officer's being held and the American Colonel said that had not taken any names, being aware of the possible sensitivity of the situation, but would release them into my custody. I immediately accepted responsibility and took the four officer's to my villa to dry out, so to speak." "A very wise decision," remarked the Emir, "The Americans, despite what many people say about them are probably the most politically astute military on the planet. No names, no embarrassment. After all, they drink like fish and considered wading in the Loire merely foolish, but being intoxicated Turkish officer's, that was potentially a sensitive matter especially to the officers involved. All in all , well done Captain. Now, about the girl." Omar leaned onto the small table attentively. The Emir refilled his wine glass, "A filthy, forbidden activity. Learned from the filthy French, but enjoyed almost universally. As I was saying, about the girl. She has never been told that she was a male. She has been in locked into a chastity device since her puberty. As I mentioned before, she has been milked for her sperm. This is apparently accomplished by stimulating the prostrate gland by artificial means, that is, by insertion of a vibrating device up her rectum. Much the same as some of our more tribal subjects couple with young boys, minus the vibration I suppose. She speaks French only, and is barely literate. She is quite bright, however. Her social skills are non- existent and is somewhat clumsy for a woman. Today's trip to the beauty salon is the first time that she has been out the palace grounds in memory. I have given you a beautiful child and I believe that a man of your intelligence and character can cut a diamond out of this lump of clay." Captain Aydin leaned back, taking a long draught from his wine glass and smiling at the Emir, confessed, "If I were in Orleans, this would be whiskey with ice cubes floating in it. A filthy habit I have acquired from my association with the American's." The Emir laughed, "It appears that we are both victims of foreign influence, but, I didn't summon you here to trade stories of our individual vices. Continuing with the girl, the poor dear, something that I failed to mention, as I said before, she has been in the chastity device for the past six years. All the while my wife and her minions have been abusing her by subjecting her to that milking procedure I have described, I believe that she has never had a true orgasm. In addition, she has been subjected a female hormone regime. Her breasts, for instance are not implants, they are hers, as are all of her other female physical traits, her voice and hips. I do not take you for a boy molester, but when Mehmet returns with her from her transformation I am going to have her chastity device removed and replaced with one for which you will have the only key. I have arranged overnight accommodations here in the palace and rail passage for the two of you back to St. Denise. We will breakfast together tomorrow morning at seven and your train leaves Marseilles at eight thirty. I will expect a report from you on how well she performed." Omar looked at the Emir in disbelief, "How do you expect me to determine that, Excellency?" Looking Omar dead in the eyes, "My dear Captain, you will possess the only key to her sexuality. I would imagine that you would remove the device and in some manner induce an erection. If the girl fails to react to your ministrations, I will look into sexual reassignment." Captain Aydin was dumbfounded. "Do you have any whiskey and ice, Excellency?" The Emir smiled, "Single malt or blended?" The two men spent the afternoon, drinking scotch and soda and exchanging lies and half truths about their past military experiences. At about six PM, Mehmet returned with Marianne. Mehmet discreetly knocked upon the patio doors and entered with a very frightened Marianne. Both the Emir and the Captain were astonished at what Mehmet had delivered. Marianne was dressed in a modest sundress, straw hat, ribbon trimmed, wedge sandals, straw tote bag and a tasteful array of adornments. Her make-up was light, but perfect and her blonde hair was trimmed with curls resting on her shoulders and set off with light auburn highlights. Omar was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as his erection grew in his underwear. The Emir motioned to girl, "Come here child and sit with us. Mehmet, with his usual deftness, produced a chair for Marianne instantly. "Wow," breathed Omar. "More American influence, Captain?" murmured the Emir. Marianne, with surprising grace, floated into the chair and sat with her hands highlighted by pale red painted nails folded in the lap of the light blue of the cotton frock. She was terrified. Mehmet broke the silence, "Captain, may I have the rest of Mademoiselle Marianne's items taken to your rooms?" "Yes, of course," stuttered Omar. A steward appeared immediately next to the table and the Emir ordered a glass of white wine for the girl. "Remarkable, just remarkable," murmured the Emir, "our duckling has become a swan." Switching from Turkish to French so Marianne would understand, "How do you feel, Marianne? About your clothes and makeover?" asked Omar. The girl answered with a confused look and then just nodded respectfully and smiled. Just then the steward arrived with a glass of wine for Marianne, she looked at it momentarily thinking it was water. She took a sip and her eyes flew wide with surprise as the sweetly tart fluid spread across her tongue. 'First taste of wine,' thought Omar and the Emir simultaneously. Continuing in French, Omar told the girl, "It's called wine, don't drink it fast and don't drink a lot of it." Marianne whispered, "It is very good, Sire." She then returned to examining her hands in her lap. The Emir then spoke directly to Marianne, "Child, your life has changed today. I have decided that Capitan Aydin is to be your guardian and master. You are to go with him tomorrow to a new village in the north. He has a villa there and you are to be the mistress of his household. You are going to have many wonderful experiences and meet many interesting people. The clothes that you received today are just the start in your adventure. There will be many things for you to accomplish to satisfy the good Captain. You will be schooled in reading, writing, arithmetic, deportment, cooking and all manner of household management. The Captain will be responsible for your care and safety. All of these things will become clear to you as time goes on. Now, the first thing to do to start you on your journey is to replace the device that you have been wearing for the last few years. There is a women waiting inside for you. She is going to remove the tube between your thighs and replace it with a more comfortable one and only the Captain will have a key. Mehmet, please accompany Mademoiselle Marianne to her appointment and return her here when the procedure is complete. Go now girl, don't be afraid." Twenty minutes later Mehmet returned with a furiously blushing Marianne. Mehmet announced imperiously, "The procedure went well, Excellency, however mademoiselle had an unexpected experience." The Emir and the Captain exchange looks, "What was the nature of this experience Major Domo?" questioned the Emir. "Excellency, the mademoiselle experience an erection when old device was removed. A slight delay occurred while a bag of ice was delivered to remedy the situation." The Emir smiled at Marianne and just said, "Very good my dear, I was hoping for that very reaction. You don't realize how much better for you it is that your plumbing still works." Gazing at the very pretty girl, Captain Aydin was reassessing his aversion to very pretty girl/boys. Mehmet then handed a thin chain with a small key attached to the Captain. That evening's dinner was held on the patio with Marianne becoming more relaxed as the wine flowed. Following dinner and cigars, the Emir excused himself and Omar presented his arm to the somewhat inebriated Marianne and gently hooking her confused hand onto his arm, followed Mehmet to their rooms. Marianne was a overwhelmed by the opulence of the bedroom. She asked Omar where was she to sleep and Omar pointed to the ornate king sized bed. "And you?" she asked. Again Omar pointed to the same bed. Marianne paled. Regaining her composure, Marianne said, "The madam at the salon said that I was to remove the....make...up before I went to bed. Where and how do I do that, Master?" Captain Aydin paused at this unusual problem. He looked in the ante room to the bedroom and found a medium sized, handled case with a flower embossed on its lid, opened it and said a silent sigh of relief. "I have found your toiletries case. I think that what you will need is in it." He brought the case into the bedroom, placing it upon the enormous vanity they explored it together. Finding a jar of cold cream, Omar opened it and seeing a box of tissues on the vanity explained to the girl what she needed to do to remove the light cosmetics. While searching the closets for night clothes, Omar discovered a new pair of silk pajamas in his six foot two inch size, slippers that also fit and sleeping chemise and slippers that would fit Marianne. Omar also looked into the small refrigerator in the ante room and found beer and wine, he thought that the religious police would shit large bricks if they ever got the balls to raid the Emir's palace. Of course, if they ever did they wouldn't have any balls to worry about. Omar wandered back into the bedroom and watched Marianne fumble around removing her make-up. He also was wondering how he was going to get the girl to ejaculate without having to manhandle her. Sipping his beer, he stepped into the bathroom and changed into the silk pajamas and immediately decided that he needed a set of these. Omar discovered a robe in the bathroom, surprise, surprise the robe was his size. He carried his uniform out to the bedroom to hang his clothing in an empty closet. Marianne was finished with her facial cleansing and saw the chemise lying on the bed and correctly assumed that it was her bed clothes. Eyeing the tall Janissary walking out of the bathroom in his robe felt her cock unsuccessfully attempting to expand. The unusual pinch had propelled her rapidly past the soldier into the bathroom. The hem of her bed garment only reached to mid thigh and had no accompanying panty. Alas, what was a proper young lady to do. Wearing a short night dress, pantiless and expected to sleep with a mountainous strange man. The tightness in her cock restraint, nevertheless, propelled her forward to the bed. Omar was in a relaxed pose, back against propped up pillows, pajamas open to mid chest with the small chain and key exposed and sipping a bottle of beer. Marianne was tremendously excited by this situation. She didn't realize that she had been graciously dined and subtly liquored and she was voluntarily walking into the classic seduction trap. Not having any alternative, Marianne slid smoothly into the bed and cuddled next to the Janissary. His arm came around her shoulders and sliding her body tightly next to his, kissed her. Her first kiss and she became butter. With his free hand, he removed the chain and key from around his neck and deftly unlocked her chastity. Removing the tube, Marianne's cock sprang to attention. Omar then gently moved the girl's left hand onto the crotch of his pajamas. His member was equally adventurous and as it bludgeoned its way through the fly of his pajamas, Marianne found her hand trying to encircle the beast, it couldn't. Now what? Omar had discovered a tube of lubricant among the items in the bathroom and removed his hand from Marianne's hormonal retarded sex and with the tube in his hand, removed the lubricant tubes cap with his teeth. Marianne couldn't help herself, but lust had loosened what modesty the girl had and she couldn't resist kissing the handsome Captain who had until seconds before been gently stroking the stiff thing that she hadn't realized that she possessed until earlier that afternoon. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt an intruder encircling her rosebud. Her eyes bored into the Captain's as she felt the intruding finger began its assault upon her defenseless rectum. Another gasp as the intruder entered the realm of her sphincter. "Relax," whispered Omar. "You've been penetrated before. You are going to enjoy this more than anything you have experienced before. Now, just relax." Relaxing, the greased finger slid by her sphincter and started exploring her bottom. The finger, apparently satisfied, retreated, only to resume it's activity with the reinforced addition of a second finger. Ignoring the feeble barrier mounted by her sphincter, the fingers moved independently among the soft rectal tissues, Marianne was immensely enjoying the invasion. The Captain, enjoying the response of Marianne's body to his probing had decided that it was time to 'breed' his new found charge. Extracting his digits from Marianne's delightful bottom, Omar rolled over onto his back, pulling the girl after him. Marianne found herself straddling the hard legs of the Captain. His excited penis pressing against her upper buttocks just at the terminal of the divide. "Girl, put your hands behind your back and on my thighs and leave them there. Omar opened a paper packet and extracted a condom, he rolled it onto the small, but gallant penis poised above his navel. Omar handed the tube of lubricant to Marianne and advised her to generously cover his cock and pack the remainder up her bottom. Wide eyed, Marianne waited for the command she knew was coming. "Now lift your bottom up and lower it onto your master. Take your time and remember to relax," commanded Omar. Marianne did as she was ordered and placed her rosebud dead on target and whimpering, slowly lowered herself onto the object that felt like velvet covered steel. Carefully pressing against the Captain's member, Marianne had painfully breached her sphincter and the head was starting to slide into her bowel. Grimacing and breathing deeply, Marianne gently rocked back and forth and side to side, trying to advance Omar's penetration. Millimeter by millimeter, Omar was widening the girl's rear aperture. Tears were sliding down Marianne's cheeks as she doggedly and painfully engulfed the Captain's assault. After several minutes, the task was completed. Wide eyed and with the pain retreating, Marianne rested with her buttocks cheeks resting firmly upon Omar's upper thighs. The pain and effort had her own erection to flounder into flaccidity. Omar reached to the night stand on his right and retrieved a box of tissues. Extracting three tissues from the box he played them on his stomach. Then, Omar decided to remove the ill fitting condom from maidens limp penis. The girl was sitting dead still pondering her situation sitting astride the hips of a large stranger with his tool embedded to its hilt in her virgin bottom. While she gazed at Omar's smiling face, she felt fingers massage her deflated penis. The more the fingers worked, the more life appeared in her now free appendage. Slowly, her excitement grew along with the expansion of her small cock. Then the fingers ceased their activity and just remained idle, but still gripping her boy clit. 'What to do? What to do? Wondered the impaled beauty. She placed her hands firmly upon the Captain's thighs and pushed down, raising her derriere up along the length of the Captain's rigid member. Groaning and gasping at the uniqueness of the sensation that the delicate nerve endings in her anal canal were transmitting to her brain and oddly, she thought, to her boy clit. With aid of her knees, she had achieved the maximum elevation she could and still keep the invading cock firmly imprisoned within her. She also realized that her movement had achieved a bit of friction on her cock that was firmly encompassed by the Captain' fingers. Lust began to take control of her mind and she settled back down to the surface of Omar's groin. More reaction from her cock, now beginning to twitch as it rubbed against it's captors fingers. Up again and then down, what a marvelous sensation. While it was still a painful activity, she knew instinctively that the pain in her anal ring would subside somewhat and with more regular plunging on the Captain's member would diminish the more uncomfortable aspect of this activity. Suddenly, a very strange and pleasant sensation overtook her boy clit and with a few more bounces, she achieved the first orgasm in her life. The Captain smiled as the semen shot out of Marianne's cock and pumped into the tissues. Completing the expulsion of her first free ejaculation, the girl collapsed forward onto the Captain's chest and he lifted her face to his and kissed her deeply. She responded with a passion that nearly suffocated Omar. Lying across Omar's chest, her breasts trying to burrow into his body and her hips beginning to massage his cock again, the Captain of Janissaries fell in love. In the morning, the phone on the night stand rang. It was Mehmet, giving Omar a wake-up call. "My Lord Captain, I trust that you slept well. I am calling you this early in order to provide you with ample time to bathe and breakfast before I escort you to the train station," pronounced the Major Domo. "I would like to advise you that palace staff will take care of packing your belongings and please advise me when it would be appropriate for a pair of ladies in waiting to assist Mademoiselle Marianne in preparing for travel. Also, in about an hour, the Emir would appreciate your taking coffee with him on the patio." The ringing phone had also awakened Marianne and her somewhat disheveled appearance testified to her discovery of sexual activity. "Thank you, Major Domo," replied Omar, "We will shower and I will notify you when the Mademoiselle is ready for the staff. Please advise the Emir that I will be dressed in my duty uniform for our meeting, and thank you again for all of you courtesies." Rolling over to face the girl, Omar told her of Mehmet's call and with a quick kiss announced that it was time for a shower. As the naked Captain stood by the bed, he winked at Marianne and said, "Come along, love." Getting out of bed, Marianne noticed that she had an erection and the Captain laughed, "I'll take care of that in the shower, let's go." The girl followed Omar into the large bathroom and stood anxiously as he ran the water. There were several types of bar soap available and Omar had Marianne sniff several of to pick a scent that she liked. Once in the spray, Omar unwrapped the girl's choice and proceeded to gently soap the boy/girl down. Lingering on Marianne's breasts and working down her back. Bending her over slightly, he smoothly inserted a soapy finger up into her now more receptive anus. He maneuvered her over to a wall and she instinctively leaned against it with her hands on the wall. A second soapy finger followed the first and his right hand snaked around to her groin and grasped the now reinflated boy clit. Massaging Marianne's prostate and tugging the girl's small member, the desired result was soon achieved. Marianne spurted handsomely against the wall and Omar lathered the girl's privates thoroughly with the strawberry scented soap and proceeded down her legs, his own erection prodding against Marianne's body. Turning the girl around, gently washed her face and neck. Unexpectedly, Marianne went down on her haunches and went face to face with the wonderful source of her sexual awakening. Without hesitation, she kissed the head and licked the shaft. Emboldened by the throbbing results of her first ministrations, she slid the sizable member into her mouth. From her experiences of the previous night, she knew that a good deal of friction was required to achieve her prize. As Omar groaned with pleasure from the unexpected attention, Marianne quickly gained experience in the art of oral gratification. After a few minutes of diligent effort, the Captain fired his volleys into Marianne's satisfied mouth. Not knowing what to do with the salty mouthful, Marianne swallowed. Standing again, the newly skilled girl kissed her master and incidentally introducing him to a new taste sensation. After completing their frolic in the shower, Omar had Marianne lie on her back on the bed. Marianne was disappointed when her chastity device was reattached to her boy clit. Omar looked at her downcast face, cupped her chin and kissing her said, "Sweetheart, the tube is not a punishment, it to keep you from having an embarrassing tenting of your panties. Now I am going to dress and have coffee with the Emir. You are going to remain here, as you are, naked and wait for the ladies to arrive and assist you with getting prepared for our trip. I want you looking your best, exceedingly lovely." Fifteen minutes later, the hand maidens arrived and Marianne was introduced to the morning regime that would become perpetual. Captain Aydin presented himself to the Emir in his standard duty uniform, dark green slacks and jacket with award ribbons, black shoes, white shirt and brimmed garrison hat. The Emir motioned for him to sit down and the steward poured coffee. "Well," grinned the Emir, "How did your honeymoon go?" Blushing, Omar replied, "Far better than expected, Excellency. When you get that girl out of chastity, she is insatiable." Laughing, the Emir leered, "Of that, I am not surprised. You see, I have experienced the same with a lovely boy/girl. They are especially gifted with the oral arts. Did your minx indulge you?" "In the shower this morning," grinned Omar. "You took her into the shower with you? Excellent," tell me all about it. Omar described the sexual activity in full with the Emir encouraging him on with glee. The Emir held up his hand as Mehmet escorted a blushing Marianne into the presence of the two men. "Magnificent, absolutely magnificent," gushed the Emir. The hand maidens had done their task well. Marianne was wearing a very smart light grey suit, straight skirt that accented her hips, just above the knee hem, cream colored silk blouse, short jacket with slightly puffed shoulders, nude hose and two inch heels. Her hair had been brushed out with two expertly placed jeweled barrettes holding the tonsorial confection in place. "Sit down, my dear. Sit Down, and we'll have breakfast," urged the Emir. Omar had risen to his feet and held the chair for Marianne. The girls head was swimming, this time yesterday, she was scrubbing pots in the kitchen and now she was having breakfast with the Emir, go figure. Marianne, still greatly intimidated, ate silently while her master and the Emir chatted and after a post meal coffee, Mehmet notified the Captain that the limousine was ready and their luggage was loaded. Brief goodbyes to the Emir and the newly minted couple followed the Major Domo to the palace parking area. Marianne was in a state of high excitement as the older electric powered train made its way through the suburbs of Marseilles and into the southern France countryside. It was like a trip to the moon for Marianne. As they were traveling in a first class carriage, champagne and a light shrimp salad were delivered as an appetizer prior to lunch. The conductor raised an eyebrow as he watched the cars waiter pour the wine for a uniformed Janissary Officer. As it was served in their compartment, the conductor figured that 'What you don't know, won't hurt you' attitude. They arrived at the siding in St. Denis and were met by Corporeal Yusuf Mohammad, the Captain's bat man and four enlisted Janissaries to handle the baggage. There was a great deal of whistling and hooting as Marianne stepped onto the platform. "Where did you find this, sir?" asked Cpl. Mohammad with an ear to ear grin combined with a set of leering blue eyes. Omar smiled and replied, "Corporeal Mohammad, can you not recognize a gift from the Emir when you see it?" The Corporeal retorted, nonplussed, "Most of the company thought you would return a head shorter, or at the most, with a shiny new trinket for your tunic." Captain Aydin, not one to let a smart aleck corporeal get the better of him replied, "Corporeal Mohammad, you are charged with being the escort and guide for the Emirs gift until further notice. I will notify the company clerk of your assignment and should the Emirs gift show so much as get a mosquito bite, you will answer personally to the Emir for your dereliction of duty." The Corporeal went pale, but recovering, retorted, "My life for my Captain's gift!" and snapped a text book salute. As the events on the railroad platform were conducted entirely in Turkish, Marianne had no idea of what just transpired. The work detail loaded the baggage onto a light truck and followed the staff car driven by Corporeal Mohammad to the Captain's villa. Pulling into the villa's circular driveway, Marianne saw a modest structure, but neatly maintained. A middle aged French couple were standing on the veranda awaiting the new arrival. Mohammad jumped out of the sedan and raced around to open the vehicles door. Captain Mustafa exited first, waited and took Marianne's hand and led her to the veranda. Marianne, this is my household staff. He went on to introduce Guy Dubois his caretaker and his wife Beatrice, the housekeeper and cook. The Dubois' stared the elegant young woman and after regaining their composure listened to the Captain's tale of acquisition. Madam Dubois took Marianne by the arm and escorted her into the confines of the villa. Corporeal Mohammad started organizing the unloading of the luggage and Madam Dubois was taking Marianne on a tour of her new home. Guy Dubois and Omar went into a deep conversation about Marianne. Guy was astonished at Omar's tale. "What about the girl's parents, where do they fit into all of this?" asked the caretaker. "Apparently there are none," responded Omar. He went on to explain what Marianne's role was with the Emir's first wife. "The Emir himself does not know. He thinks that one of the First Wife's hand maidens was artificially impregnated by an unknown pretty boy/girl from wherever." "How sad," commiserated Guy, "To manufacture an infant as you would a cow." "A very valuable cow it turns out," remarked Omar. "I cannot believe that the beautiful young woman you brought home is actually a boy," exclaimed Guy. "How are Beatrice and I to treat the ...girl?" "Just as she appears, a lovely young woman. She grew up thinking that," answered Omar. "Well, that won't be difficult," laughed Guy, "Do we tell the neighbors that she is the Captain's woman?" "Exactly that," winked Omar. Guy tipped his hat to Omar and excused himself. "Yusuf!!" shouted the Captain, "Come down here immediately." Corporeal Mohammad strolled leisurely onto the veranda and asked, "What's up Boss?" drawled the corporeal. Omar suppressed a smile and ordered, "Tomorrow morning, you will start your new duties. You have breakfast when you sneak off after morning formation at the Depardieu tavern, don't you?" "You know about that, Sir?" a surprised Corporeal Mohammad replied. "From two sources. First from the Religious Police and secondly, from the Depardieu's themselves. Is their food good?" The now concerned Yusuf replied, "Yes, the food is very good and why did the Depardieu's call?" The Captain smirked, "You forgot the envelope with our cut from the last shipment of liquor we arranged. Anyway, I want you to take Mademoiselle Marianne with you to breakfast and then drive her around the area so that she can get some idea of where things are. One more thing. About the Mademoiselle, she has led a very sheltered life and is literally ignorant of many of the most common things. So be very outgoing and explain everything that you point out to her and be very gentle. My remark about the Emir being interested in the girl is spot on, don't fuck up." Yusuf was visibly shaken, "I feel that there is more for me to know about this girl, my Captain." "There is and we will talk about her in depth tomorrow after noon chow," replied Omar. "OK," said Yusuf, "I'll pick her up at 08:30 and be very careful. What do I tell the Depardieu's about her, you know they will ask?" "Tell no lies, tell them that she is my woman and that she is a favorite of the Emir's," replied Omar. Beatrice helped Marianne organize the large chest of drawers the Janissaries had hauled up to the bedroom from storage in the basement. Watching the housekeeper carefully sort her very limited wardrobe, the lingerie sorted and put in separate drawers and outer clothing on hangers in the large closet. A shoe rack was also retrieved from the basement and the two pairs shoes and one pair of bedroom slippers did not make a dent in the track's space. They then proceeded to the vanity, also a refugee from storage, where Beatrice started unloading the large cosmetics box. The contents, although ample for a trip, did nothing to overload the table top. Finally, the task was completed and Beatrice was angry. "I must speak to the Captain at once," she snarled. "This must be remedied immediately." Frightened, Marianne asked, "What is wrong, Madam? Exasperated, Beatrice smiled, "Mademoiselle, a lady of your standings needs far more than the few items that you brought with you, are there more clothing and shoes coming?" Marianne again confused, shook her head. Just then, Omar stepped into the now refurbished bedroom and was blasted with the ire of the housekeeper. "My dear Captain, where did you find Mademoiselle Marianne? On a street corner? This child tells me that what she brought with her is all that she possesses. Is that true?" Taken aback, Omar asked Beatrice to take a seat on one of the two chairs in the room. Taking a deep breath, Omar repeated what he already told Guy, that indeed, this girl has virtually nothing to call her own. "However," continued Omar, "the girl has been endowed by the Emir, with stipend worth about ten thousand American dollars. I am hoping that you will aid in stocking the closet, drawers, vanity and wherever else needed to elevate the mademoiselle' wardrobe to its proper station." Amazed and now mollified, Beatrice began mentally salivating over the prospect of shopping with a sizable amount of cash. "In fact," added Omar, "You two can start the project this afternoon. Corporeal Mohammad will be at your disposal with his staff car to take you both shopping." Omar handed the housekeeper his personal credit card, with a well concealed cringe, and bid them good hunting. Beatrice grabbed Marianne's hand and the two women went off in search of the doomed Corporeal. Walking onto the veranda, Omar watched the staff car disappear down the tree lined street. Guy, would had been trimming shrubbery, walked over to the veranda and looking up at Omar, muttered, "Shopping? What about dinner?" Omar grinned, "We'll eat out.....if there's anything left on the card." Omar and Guy were sitting on the veranda drinking beer along with the abandoned detail of Janissaries when the Corporeal returned with tired, but elated ladies. The trunk and back seat of the staff car were stuffed with bags and boxes. The Janissaries were put back to work hauling ladies finery and sundry objects up to the bedroom. An activity that will generate hours of barracks ribald story telling, speculation and outright lies concerning the Emir's gift. Corporeal Mohammad approached the Captain and mentioned that the men had missed evening chow, but that he had a solution. "I will take the detail to the Depardieu's tavern for supper and put it on my account," volunteered Yusuf enthusiastically. "We will take the staff car, park it out of sight in their rear garage and return here to retrieve the truck." Omar just waved his hand in acknowledgement which Guy asked, "Captain, is that right, Yusuf has an account with the tavern?" Omar nodded and added, "Corporeal Yusuf is a somewhat wayward Muslim. In fact, that is a very good idea. When the ladies finish unpacking and sorting the days booty, we will all go to the tavern for dinner. Our presence will hasten the dining of my Janissaries." Omar and Guy wandered up to Omar's bedroom to inquire about the storage of Marianne's new acquisitions and found an immense clutter of bags, boxes and wrappers with a variety of colors and smells. Beatrice was explaining to a very attentive Marianne was watching every move listening to every utterance of the housekeeper. Omar watched intently for a few minutes and then broke in, "It's time for dinner ladies. Guy and I have decided upon Depardieu's tavern for dinner, so freshen up and we will be on our way." The Captain's party arrived in Guy's car, taken because of the French civilian license plates on it to avoid the interest of any roving Religious Police. The uniformed Janissaries already dining and enjoying their wine or beer, took immediate interest in the arrival of their commanding officer. Omar summoned the waitress and asked her to add the soldiers bill to his. Omar was correct in his assumption, the Corporal's detail hastened their meal. After returning to the villa, Omar and Guy resumed their relaxation on the veranda while the girls returned to examining and storing the afternoon's take. About an hour later, the women joined the two men on the veranda with glasses of wine in hand. "How big a dent did you two put into my credit card this afternoon?" asked Omar. "About twenty seven hundred American dollars worth answered Beatrice, smugly. "I have another task for you," responded Omar. "Mademoiselle is in need of an education. I would like to find and engage an instructress for the young lady. The subjects would dance, deportment and English. Also, I would like mademoiselle to be proficient enough in reading and writing French to take the written examination for a civilian drivers license, within six months." Beatrice looked at Omar, "My Captain, these and I am sure the additional responsibilities that you have yet to think will require that I hire housekeeping help." "Do so," replied Omar, "and perhaps two. I am thinking that young ladies of mademoiselle's age would be an asset. First they would provide companionship and valuable insight into the feminine view of society that Marianne has been unfortunately denied. In addition, I have daily responsibilities that I can't ignore and I certainly won't leave the task to Yusuf." Guy began laughing. "What do you find so amusing, head groundskeeper?" demanded Omar. "I was having a vison of mademoiselle after a years tutelage under Professor Mohammad. The very idea leads your imagination into very absurd corners." Omar couldn't help but join in the laughter, Marianne excepted. "You did notice that I did not propose that option," choked Omar. Beatrice spoke, "My Captain, I have two young women in mind to do double duty in housekeeping and companionship for Marianne. Also, I feel that Mademoiselle should take part in the housekeeping duties as valuable training for her duties as mistress of this villa." Omar nodded and said, "I agree with you Beatrice, hire the young women for a suitable, but fair wage as soon as possible and explore the availability of an instructor in the skills I outlined." After several more minutes of chatter, explaining to Marianne what they were talking about, Omar guided the conversation towards the events scheduled for tomorrow. Omar started off, "Tomorrow, I must report for duty and Mademoiselle, you are to breakfast with the Corporeal. He is going to pick you up at about 8:30 and after breakfast he is going to take you on grand tour of the area and then he will take you to my headquarters where you will get a set of identification papers. Beatrice will start her search for additional household help and instructors for Marianne. Guy will do what little he does every day, but in addition he will do what necessary shopping the head housekeeper shall deem fit." Guy choked on his beer as Beatrice preened. "Beatrice, finding suitable instructors for the mademoiselle is the priority. Also, I have a question for all you. Mademoiselle Marianne, being a foundling, has no last name. Film actors may be able to get away with a single name, but young ladies of Marianne's position certainly cannot. I am strongly considering awarding her mine. I will present her as a cousin by marriage to the Turkish authorities whose parents were tragically killed in a climbing accident in the Swiss Alps. What do you think?" Beatrice nodded agreement, Marianne was in shock and weeping tears of gratitude. Guy, taking a long pull on his beer bottle said, "Preposterous, I should think that the mademoiselle's deceased fictional parents should be been eaten by lions in the Congo would be a more difficult fate to disprove. After all the Swiss are well known to object to foreigners falling off of cliffs within their borders." Omar digested these reactions and said to Beatrice, "Keep Guy very busy for the rest of the century." Beatrice collected Marianne, telling her come along and they pick an outfit for tomorrow's outing. When the ladies left the veranda, Omar asked Guy, "Eaten by lions in the Congo? Go get us another beer. I would like you to elaborate upon that scenario." Beatrice had guided Marianne through the intricacies of feminine attire selection and the two of them had settled upon an outfit for tomorrow's outing. It was to similar to the sundress ensemble that Marianne had worn to her dinner with the Emir. After the outfitting was completed and Marianne had removed her makeup, Beatrice ushered the girl, now sporting shorts and a tee shirt back to the veranda and rejoined the men for a nightcap. Guy asked Omar what do you have to do to get a gift from the Emir? Omar just laughed, he was still in a state of astonishment at his good fortune. He took Marianne's hand and bid the Dubois' good night. Marianne led the Captain up the stairs to the bedroom in a state of high anticipation, goaded on by the pinching of her masculine member trying to escape the confines of the metal tube. She allowed Omar to complete his toiletries and change for bed before she changed for her grand entrance. Omar, slightly uncomfortable in his regular cotton sleepwear, had noticed that his tool was in fine working order. Marianne made her appearance without the inconvenience of her new black lace robe. She opened the bathroom door and strutted into the bedroom in a black transparent nylon, flyaway baby doll. Shear enough that Marianne's chastity restraint was clearly visible. Omar correctly ascertained that his bed mate was clearly ready for action. He concluded that now was time to instill a touch of discipline on his charge. He folded back the covers and the girl scooted in, tube of lubricant in hand. Marianne instantly straddled him gently rubbing her tubed cock against his stomach and began kissing him. Omar placed his hands around the girls waist and cupped her ass cheeks and immediately discovered that there was less to her panties than he could believe. His hands found a wisp of nylon intersecting with a slightly sturdier thong. He took the tube of lubricant and by feel only, pulled the thong aside and began spreading the lube around Marianne's rosebud. The girl reacted by rocking her butt and trying to Impale herself upon the caressing finger. Omar pulled his finger away and reloaded it. Returning to her rosebud, the finger now began penetrating the anal ring just to the sphincter and toyed his finger at the entrance. More rocking and bucking resulted, this time accompanied by low moaning and the start of a pant. Another retreat for more lubricant. The digital assault breached the sphincter and some of the lube made it to the anal canal. The finger again retreated and found reinforcements. More lubricant and the two fingers again just penetrated the anal ring moving around slowly, they left a suitable coating of the membrane. Marianne was feeling real pain now as her very excited penis was helpless against its confinement. Another retreat for more lube. Again the sphincter was breached and the low moans gained a couple of octaves as the two fingers began independently exploring the anal canal. Marianne was reaching a point of uncontrollable excitement, bucking furiously against the invaders. Suddenly, Omar withdrew his fingers and rolled a surprised Marianne onto her back. With a quick move, Omar straddled Marianne's chest and pinning her arms to her side he retrieved his erection through the fly of his pajamas, reached down the girls face and pinched her nostrils closed. Forced to breathe through her mouth, Marianne's first breath was followed by the head of Omar's penis filling her mouth. Omar released his grip on her nostrils and began to rock slowly. The shock of Omar's move and finding herself helpless with her masters cock sliding between her lips. The change in position also caused her encased penis to deflate. She recalled her first oral encounter from the previous evening and came to correct conclusion that men must really enjoy having their cocks kissed and sucked, so she did her best to cooperate knowing that the activity would conclude with the sticky, salty stuff filling[1] her mouth. Omar spilled into the waifs mouth and held his position for a couple of minutes Marianne's tongue softly caressed his member. Hardening, he slowly withdrew from her mouth and took a position between her legs. Sitting back, Omar loosened the draw string on his pajama bottoms followed by removing the top. Now naked and the preliminaries dispensed, Omar removed the chain from around his neck and using the attached key unlocked Marianne's chastity device. Her small penis had given up trying to escape and was now flaccid. Hs slowly unhooked the tube from the thin ring encircling the girls scrotum and slid the small prison off her cock and began to massage it. As the diminutive organ stiffened, Omar unwrapped a condom and rolled it over his now recovered member. He then lifted Marianne's thighs and slid his slightly beneath hers, elevating her hips and made his target easily accessible. Marianne, still running her tongue over her teeth, removing and swallowing the remnants of the Captain's semen felt the Master's finger again and invading her anus and installing yet more lubricant. Omar satisfied with amount of lube in the girls bottom and on his encased cock, set about his task. His engorged penis now pressing against the narrow gateway, leaned forward and kissed the proprietor of his passion. Marianne, now very eager, pressed her rosebud against the invader. Relaxing her sphincter as much as possible, she felt the pain as her anal ring was unnaturally stretched as Masters tool was slowly penetrating her backside It wasn't as painful as the previous night, but still no walk in the park. After several minutes, she felt the Captain's balls resting on the cheeks of her ass. With a gasp from Marianne, Omar knew that he plumbed the depths of his target. With his knees spread and cock firmly anchored, Omar had excellent purchase to begin the customary thrusting. Escaping Marianne's embrace, Omar leaned back to allow his hands access to the girls now hardening member. Grasping Marianne's penis between his thumb and two fingers, Omar felt the girl begin to rock her hips to facilitate the masturbation of her sex. Omar assisted the girls efforts by gently thrusting and began to softly, but with a firm grip jack Marianne off. After several minutes of slow motion screwing along with deft digital manipulation, Marianne ejaculated. Omar judged by the girls moans, grunts, near screams along with a good bit of butt bucking and rocking, that she thoroughly enjoyed herself. Panting, Marianne pulled Omar down to her, kissing him hard as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Aware that Omar's penis was still buried deeply in her bottom and that there was a good deal of action yet to come, Marianne whispered to Omar to fuck her hard. Loosening Marianne's grip on his neck, Omar again leaned back on his knees and began a faster thrusting into the girl's bottom. In this position, Omar's cock rubbed against Marianne's prostate gland resulting in more squeals, moans, gasps and small ejections of semen. Finally, Omar climaxed and with his penis withering, Omar withdrew. Lying on his back, Omar was attacked by a still randy Marianne. She kissed him furiously and began to work her way down his body. Reaching his groin, Marianne encountered Omar's now relaxed, but still condom encased cock. She peeled the condom off, throwing it on the floor and began to orally revive Omar's masculinity. While enjoying the girls efforts, Omar was beginning to ponder the time. 'Perhaps, we will need to go to bed earlier,' he thought. At six AM, Omar's alarm went off. Rolling out of bed, avoiding three used condoms strewn about the floor on the way to the bathroom. After showering, Omar dressed in the bedroom, fatigues being the uniform of the day. He looked at the sleeping girl in the bed and shook his head. Her baby doll nighty was on the floor and one leg was poking out from under the covers. He picked up the girls chastity off the night stand and sitting next to her on the bed, he carefully lubricated the tube a gently slid it over her small penis and quickly fastened it to the scrotum ring, pressing the lock closed, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. Downstairs, Beatrice was preparing breakfast. Omar was greeted with a huge smile from Guy. "What did you do to mademoiselle last night?", he asked. "We heard her all the way down here." Omar laughed, "I had my hands full last night," smiled Omar. "It's wonderful that the young lady enjoys her man, so many have dullards in their bed with them," remarked Beatrice. "Like Guy here," snarked Omar. Beatrice laughed, "He did require some training when we first married." "That's not true," countered Guy, "I was housebroken. I have a certificate from the Humane Society." Guy and Omar ate breakfast in silence and when finished, he grabbed the thermos of coffee that Beatrice had prepared and going out the door, reminded Beatrice about Yusuf coming at 8:30. Marianne woke at 6:30, her bottom sore and naked, hustled to the bathroom avoiding the used condoms on the floor. Sitting on the toilet, wondering how her chastity got put on. She then showered and squatting, she poked a medicated salve into her abused anal canal. Feeling much better, she picked up the trash on the carpet and rubbed a damp wash cloth over the semen stains on the sheets. She made the bed and donning her new robe, she went down to the kitchen. "Good morning, dear," said Beatrice cheerfully. "Coffee or tea?" "Tea, please," replied Marianne shyly. "Did you sleep well?" asked Guy. "It was wonderful," whispered the girl. "Good, you have some tea and we will get you ready for your adventure with Corporeal Yusuf," said Beatrice. That afternoon, Corporeal Mohammad delivered Marianne to the Headquarters of Company C. Omar was at his desk when the Company Clerk knocked on his office door and announced the arrival of Corporeal Mohammad and young lady. The Captain said to bring them into his office. "Well Yusuf, how did you manage to corrupt my cousin this morning? Asked Omar. Ever the quick with a retort, Yusuf detailed several stops at illegal gambling spots and opium dens. Marianne stood there, mouth agape at the nonsense coming from the Corporeal. Turning to Marianne, Omar asked if she enjoyed meeting the areas lowlifes. Marianne began to protest the Corporals description of events, but the Captain held up a hand, halting her. "The Corporeal enjoys teasing new victims of his. Did you have breakfast." She nodded. "Did he drive you around the area and show you the sights?" asked Omar. She nodded again. Omar continued, "Did Yusuf have ham and eggs for breakfast?" Omar went on, "another sin Yusuf and the sun was barely above the horizon." Grinning, Omar pointed to a small pile of papers in front of him. "These are the forms that will establish your identity as my distant cousin. I will need your signature on them and the Corporeal will witness them. Once that is done, we will go to battalion headquarters and you will be photographed and given an identification card saying that you are dependent of a Turkish officer." Sitting in Omar's chair, Marianne looked at top form and hesitated. "Sign where?" she asked. Omar pointed at two lines and said, "Sign Marianne Aydin on these lines, dear." Marianne turned away, tears rolling down her face. Turning back, she asked, "Master, does my signature's make me your relative?" Omar smiled and said, "Yes, and they also make you a citizen of Turkish France." Corporeal Yusuf was smiling broadly. After signing all of the document, Omar kissed her on her forehead and said, "Now cousin, go into the washroom and repair your makeup." It took forty five for Marianne to staunch her tears and redo her face for the photographer. When the battalion clerk handed Marianne the three documents that was to carry with her at all times, her Turkish-French identification, her Turkish officer's dependent's card and her Turkish passport, She lit the room up with a ten thousand watt smile. "I am now a person," she whispered. Yusuf hugged Marianne and looked Omar, "This calls for a celebration, my Captain," he cried. "Beatrice, champagne," bellowed Omar as he and Marianne ascended the veranda steps. Beatrice came out of the villa and asked what the commotion was about? Marianne reached into her handbag and opening her purse, withdrew her new identification's and proudly displayed them to the housekeeper. "I am now a person!!!," the girl pronounced. Even Omar had damp eyes at his new cousins exuberance. "Go retrieve Guy and bring out five glasses. Yusuf is also here," commanded Omar. As the afternoon wore on, Yusuf excused himself, to return the staff car to the motor pool. Beatrice retired to the kitchen to prepare something for celebrating trio on the veranda to eat before they succumbed to the effects of alcohol. The celebration continued into the early evening and Beatrice noticed that Marianne was cuddled next to Omar. Pondering this overt display of affection, she came to the sudden conclusion that the girl had spent her entire life as an object whose only purpose was to provide wealth for others. Guy, noticing his wife's sudden display of tears, asked what was the matter? Beatrice waved him off and daubing her eyes with her apron hem rose and made her way to the liquor cabinet and pouring herself a very stiff brandy, made her way back to the veranda. Omar knew exactly what caused the housekeeper's emotional trauma, he had experienced the very same. "Captain," said Beatrice, "I have secured an instructress for mademoiselle and the two young women as housekeeper's also. They will all be here tomorrow. Omar saluted her with a raised whiskey glass and gave Marianne's shoulder a hug, telling her that her schooling would start tomorrow. Marianne responded by burrowing further into his side. Omar then apologized to Beatrice for not yet thanking her for her efforts in coaching Marianne in the spelling and writing her name. Smiling, Beatrice rose and taking Marianne's hand, "Come along child, help me clean up the kitchen." Once the women were inside the villa, Guy looked at Omar and winked, "Your life has changed, has it not?" Omar nodded and smiled, "In just two days. I could have never imagined it." Then, Omar asked Guy, "These two young women, the new housekeepers, are they going to be live in?" Guy, shaking his head, "I don't know. They could, I suppose. After all we have the room. I'll ask Beatrice, after all she makes all of the decisions around here. Except about what you and I drink. Are you ready for a refill?" Omar handed the groundskeeper his glass. There was no sex that night. Marianne just snuggled like a newborn. Two weeks later, Omar arrived home at the villa after a day riding around in an armored personnel carrier and directing his company of Janissaries in drills. Thirsty and dirty, Omar was swarmed by three teenagers welcoming him home. The two new housekeeper's, Jenny and Christina were bonding well with Marianne and apparently with Omar also. They all expected a kiss, which Omar thought unusual for the hired help, but as Beatrice thought that they should live in, they quickly became family. Beatrice broke up the greeting ceremony and ordered Omar to the shower. Corporeal Mohammad, being the Captain's batman, had been driving the Captain to and from work in the staff car, as Omar's personal vehicle had been commandeered by Jenny as she had a valid drivers license and was a more reliable errand runner than Guy. The Corporeal and Guy were positioned on the veranda with beers in hand, awaiting the Captain's return. Christina brought a third bottle onto the veranda signaling the Captain's emanate arrival. Freshly showered and changed, Omar swatted an unsuspecting Jenny on the butt and told her to gather all of the girls, including Madam Dubois and report to the veranda, they were allowed to bring refreshments with them. When the four women arrived, Omar told the to sit. "I have received an invitation from the American Colonel in Orleans to be the official Turkish military representative for the Fourth of July festivities at the American garrison. The Colonel specifically mentioned looking forward to meeting Mademoiselle Marianne. As this is an important courtesy that the American Army is extending, Marianne will accompany me. Corporeal Mohammad will drive us in the staff car and I will fill him in about his duties for this excursion. Madam Dubois will oversee the preparation of the Mademoiselle. That is an important matter as this will be the Mademoiselle's first contact with Americans." Looking at Jenny and Christina, "If you do your duties satisfactorily assisting Madam Dubois, I will arrange for passports for you two as a reward. Of course, once you have your passports, I will permit the three younger ladies to use