A Brief Encounter
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The day after this puzzling meal, the Emir arranged that she should meet Ernesto in the harem, apparently by chance. Looking fearfully around they spoke in whispers.
"It is rumoured that the Emir is going to have me made infertile," whispered Rubina, "and I am to be sold as a field slave."
"He had me castrated," said her husband, "and I am to serve here in the harem."
"Castrated?" asked Rubina, all the colour draining from her face as she remembered the previous day's odd-tasting meal that she had been forced to eat.
Ernesto nodded.
"Oh," was all she replied, and she turned and ran to a bathroom where she retched and retched and retched at the realisation that she had been made to eat her husband's bollocks.
Just then there was a stir in the harem with concubines and eunuchs rushing hither and thither. The Emir's mere presence, unannounced and unexpected, in the harem had caused a flutter among the women and the eunuchs alike, and the rumour was that there was at least one other man with him. Rubina was dragged back into the interview room of the harem by the Chief Eunuch. There was one of the bodyguards there, a huge man whom she vaguely remembered from the hunts. The wives and concubines stared at him, for many of them had not seen a whole man, other than the Emir, for years.
"I want her cut completely, and sewn up until there is no clitoris and vagina at all, and no sign that there ever was. Divert the liquid wastes through her anus. Woe betide you if she does not recover completely from the operation," ordered the Emir.
"Master, this is not a simple matter; it will be a very expensive operation if you insist that the Medical Officer takes no risks," said the Chief Eunuch.
"He is not employed to deal with simple matters. This is my wish and it will be done. Furthermore it will be explained in detail to the woman before it is done, and she will be told that it is to prevent her damaging any other men by tempting them into such foolishness as overtook her husband."
Turning away, he saw the head bodyguard, Maktum, gazing at Rubina with more interest than was perhaps proper.
"You saw her on the hunts, didn't you?" he asked.
"Yes, Master."
"And you would like to try her just once before I have her made useless?"
The huge man's head hung low. He realised that he had offended the Emir greatly by staring at a woman in the harem, and prayed silently to Allah that he had not offended him mortally. The next pronouncement surprised him.
"Take her now, here," commanded the Emir, "I am minded to sit and watch."
Lifting the near naked woman with one hand, the giant guard lifted his kameez and revealed a fearsome penis, wholly in keeping with the rest of his magnificent physique, and fully engorged. Rubina almost fainted at the sight of it, but so cowed was she by recent events that the juices in her cunt began to flow in anticipation of welcoming the giant intruder. Slowly he lowered her on to it until about half of it was buried in her vagina, and the tip was touching her uterus.
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