Chapter 36: Elaheh's Downfall

Princess Elaheh was not at all pleased to be given peremptory orders to move into the Golden Palace. She was still less pleased to hear that she could not bring any of her harem with her. She had a nasty feeling that her half-brother had some very unpleasant plans for her, and she wondered what measures she could take to protect herself and her entourage. Bleakly she remembered that a woman here had few rights, and she seriously doubted that her father's long-standing edict that she was to be treated in all respects as a man would still be in force.

The next morning she was taken to the Emir's bedroom and told to wait there. She waited all morning and half the afternoon before the Emir finally appeared. She fell to the floor in a deep obeisance, inwardly quaking at the prospect of learning her fate.

"Well, Elaheh, what are we to do with you?" he asked, and wisely she did not reply, or rise.

"Up."

The Emir looked her up and down, dressed as she was in the short silk gown of his father's harem which buttoned only at the neck.

"Strip," his tone was not harsh; he sounded almost bored.

The Princess slipped the button and dropped the gown, standing before him naked, feet apart, eyes down in the approved stance of a slave being inspected by a prospective buyer. The Emir walked slowly round behind her.

"Bend," again the bored tone.

Hiss ... CRACK!

The riding crop landed on her buttocks in an unexpected cut which made her stagger slightly, though she managed not to cry out.

"That is so that you are aware of your position. Now hold still."

The Emir's hand stroked one full buttock and slid down the crack and a finger was insinuated into her cunt.

"Hmm. Wet, I see," said the Emir, "You want me to use you, I suppose? Suddenly I am not the hated brother, but the beloved Master am I?"

Elaheh said nothing.

Hiss ... CRACK!

The second cut was harder, but she was ready for it.

"Answer when I ask a question."

"As the Master wishes," she replied.

"Well, they tell me that you have had more pricks than I have had hot dinners, and they say you have taken very good care not to bear a child. Both of those will change; you will be fucked only by me, and rarely at that, and then lick me clean. But you will most definitely bear me a child, or several if I like the first one. What do you say to that, my proud sister?" the voice was gloating now.

Elaheh decided there and then.

"Never will I bear you a child. Never will I come willingly to your bed. Never will I suck your cock without biting it," she said, knowing it would only anger him, and half hoping he would kill her.

"No, my dear," he said, "No, you won't escape like that. I will whip you until you obey. Tonight I will take you whatever happens, and tomorrow, or the next day, or the next you will beg me to fuck you."

"Never," she spat, and stood up.

"Shackle her to the bench," he said to the eunuch and she was quickly pinioned face down with her arms and legs firmly fastened.

Her arse stuck up in the air with both orifices available to him, and her breasts hung either side of the central bar. Moving behind her, the Emir prised her arse cheeks apart and dug into her narrower passage with three fingers.

"Not oiled?" he asked in surprise, "Do the eunuchs of the Golden Palace not oil women brought to the Emir's bedchamber?"

The frightened eunuch hastily oiled Elaheh's arse and then stammered, "Master."

The Emir ignored him and pushed four fingers painfully into her brown rosebud.

"Not over-used, this entrance," he commented, "Might be nice, but not tonight."

He pushed himself firmly into her vagina which, to her horror, was already wet in anticipation and from his handling of her, despite her resolve not to cooperate with him. Thrusting hard and steadily, he punctuated his rhythm with slaps to the sides of the hanging breasts. When he felt some involuntary movements of her body back on to his lunging prick he laughed.