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The Harem Couple - an interactive denial story!


Here's a fun project I've been working on for a while that I hope you'll enjoy and get involved in.

The idea of a harem is a classic erotica trope that I've wanted to play with for a while. I've written an outline of a story which I'm going to post here in parts. But I want you to help me shape where it goes and key details in the story!

I'm going to post the stories publicly here, and then fan club and book club members will have the ability to comment on the story, help me with its direction, and answer specifc questions I pose.
You can do this with comments, or message me if you want to keep it anonymous from everyone.

The story - A professional couple are enticed to a foreign prince's palace, ostensibly for the wife to be medic to the palace staff. It turns out the prince has other plans. But this is not a story of capture or emprisonment. Not in the traditional sense. The prince likes to harness old traditions and new technology to bring willing, desperate, and obedient new members to his harem.

The first part of the story is his conquest of Evie, the wife, through denial, arousal, and training. But that then raises the question of her husband, Ted. Just what will he be willing to do, to not lose his newly transformed wife forever?

Themes and kinks
So, there's a focus on kinky technology (including the most sophisticated chastity belt ever), and deep, profound mindfucks and dilemmas for both of them. Should be a fun ride!
The main kinks are about orgasm denial and chastity but there's scope for all kinds of stuff. Hypno, bimbofication, body transformation, sadism, masochism, cuckqueaning, cuckolding, futa, sex tech, the list is down to your suggestions!

I look forward to working on this with you.
James

Here's a cover I quickly mocked up...

Here's part one:


Arrival at the Palace

‘I can’t believe we’re really doing this, are we crazy?’ Evie gripped her husband’s hand as the airplane taxied to the runway.
‘Totally crazy, but you said we wanted an adventure, and this is going to be one for sure.’  Ted leaned across and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Evie looked around the first class compartment. They’d never travelled in anything but economy and had thought the airline staff were joking when they’d told them. But two hours in the first class lounge had warmed them up for the luxury they would be in for the five hour flight to their destination.
As instructed they went to the car rental facility and Ted’s joy was complete when they handed him the keys to a sports car. ‘Are you kidding me?’ He turned to his wife with a huge smile. ‘Best decision ever.’
Driving along the winding desert roads was a new experience but the car’s computer guided them effortlessly. ‘Twenty minutes until we see the palace for real,’ Ted read. Surprisingly they’d not been able to find any pictures of it besides some satellite views on Google maps. But even those had looked impressive.
It turned out they hadn’t done it justice. As they drove up the enormous, palm tree lined driveway the desert slowly transformed into an lush oasis. The palace rose up from the edge of a small lake, with a small village on one side, and what looked like fields of date palms beyond. There were a few towers but mostly it was a huge, sprawling complex, mostly hidden behind high walls.
‘Wow, it’s like something from the movies,’ Evie declared.
Ted slowed as they came to a security point between the first set of high walls that surrounded the whole complex. ‘Those guards look a bit scary.’
Oh Ted, stop being so scared of everything new. ‘I think that’s the point darling.’
As Ted wound down his window it felt like he’d opened an oven door. ‘Good God, I hope they have air conditioning in there.’
‘Papers please,’ said the guard, before peering in and giving a lingering gaze at Evie. He turned to his colleague, barking out something they didn’t understand, but apparently the other guard thought it was very funny.
The heavy steel gate slowly opened. ‘Enjoy your stay,’ he said, with a lop-sided grin.
Once inside it was still a long drive past single storey buildings and larger complexes, before reaching another security gate. This time it was open and they were waved through, pointed in the direction of some other cars. They were met by a young, well dressed man who turned out to be the parking valet. ‘We will arrange for your luggage. Please head that way and there will be someone to meet you at the main entrance.’
Despite it only being 50 yards and up a few steps, Evie saw Ted’s shirt was already stained with sweat by the time the huge timber door opened. How can anywhere be this hot?
An honest to God English butler greeted them. ‘Doctor and Mr Stevens. Welcome to the Mahal. Please, come in out of the heat.’
‘Oh thank God, it’s air-conditioned,’ Evie exclaimed as they stepped into a vast marble entrance hall. Two staircases led upwards while corridors led away in most directions.
The butler gave a hint of a smile. ‘Let me take you to your quarters. The master is currently occupied but I shall notify him of your arrival.’
Evie turned to Ted and mouthed ‘the master’ before stifling a laugh. Ted grinned back and raised his eyebrows. ‘Thank you. Sorry I didn’t catch your name?’
‘Just call me Jeeves.’
Before Ted could comment Evie gave him a swift kick to the ankle. ‘Oww, umm. Nice to meet you, Jeeves…’
They followed the butler along winding marble corridors until he finally opened up a heavy, upholstered door. ‘This is your suite. I hope it’s to your liking. Your belongings will arrive shortly, but if there’s anything at all you desire, please just ring the bell.’ He indicated a pull cord set near the door.
Jeeves disappeared silently as the two of them admired the room. Evie span around. ‘Oh my God, look at this place, it’s amazing!’ They were standing in a large lounge, with leather sofas, chairs, and an enormous television. She quickly started exploring. ‘There’s a little kitchen, and oh Ted, look at this bedroom!’
The modern four-poster bed was bigger than any either of them had ever seen, and Evie let out a little cry when she saw the en-suite bathroom. ‘This is bigger than our whole bedroom back home!’ She twirled around and Ted caught her, pulling her into a kiss. She kissed him back hard then pulled back, grinning. ‘Still think this is a bad idea?’
He laughed. ‘I’m beginning to come around. This is starting to feel like we’re living permanently in a five-star resort.’
‘Well, for you perhaps, I’m here to work.’ She stuck out her tongue.
‘Hey, I’ve got a contract too.’
‘Only because you needed one to get the visa and for the non-disclosure agreements. You’ve got a year getting paid to do nothing, it seems.’
‘Oh, I don’t know about doing nothing.’ His hands went down and grabbed her bottom through her skirt. ‘How about we do something on that big bed over there.’
‘Edward!’ Her eyes sparkled but she resisted his tugs on her hand. ‘That can wait for later. It’s been a long flight and I’d love to try out this enormous shower.’
‘I could join you in there?’
She rolled her eyes. ‘Honestly, what’s got into you?’
A knock on their door interrupted them. ‘That must be our suitcases,’ said Ted, heading to the door. Before he got there it was thrown open.
A deep voice boomed out, ‘How are my favourite guests finding their accommodation?’ and in walked the prince himself. He was much taller than he’d appeared for Evie’s zoom interview.
‘Prince Nabez!’ Evie shouted, half in surprise at his sudden entrance and half in awe from the sheer size of him. Ted stood back then began to hold out his hand but the prince walked straight past him and grabbed hers.
‘Evie, Evie, you are even more beautiful in person. Something I couldn’t believe was possible.’ She blushed as he raised her hand and planted a kiss on the back of it. ‘Your journey was good? Do you like your room? If you don’t, there are many others you can choose from.’
‘No, no goodness, it’s gorgeous. I love it, thank you.’ Ted gave a polite cough from next to her. ‘I mean, we love it. Prince Nabez, this is my husband, Edward.’
The prince turned and slapped Ted on the arm. ‘Ted, Evie’s told me all about you. So good to have you here at last. I’m looking forward to getting to know you, both of you, very closely.’ He clasped his massive hand on Ted’s shoulder, emphasising the fact he was at least a head taller and twice as wide as his slim frame. ‘Now Ted, tell me. Did you like the car you drove here?’
‘I…I did, it was a lovely ride.’
The prince’s eyes went to Evie. ‘A lovely ride indeed!’ His eyes went wide and he broke into a big grin. ‘Well Ted, it’s yours. A little gift from me. How about that?’
‘What, really?’ The ridiculous salary his wife was getting paid had convinced him to risk this adventure, but he estimated what the car costs and it must double the comparatively small salary he was receiving for accompanying her.
The prince slapped his arm again, nearly knocking him over. ‘I believe the phrase is “thank you” Ted.’ He laughed. ‘But you’re welcome. I’m sure you’d do the same if I saw something I wanted.’ His attention returned to Evie. ‘I’d be honoured if you’d join me for dinner this evening. We can talk more about your work here and get to know each other a little better.’
‘That…that sounds wonderful. Thank you.’
The prince turned to leave but paused at the door. ‘Have you opened your wardrobe yet?’ he asked her.
Evie shook her head.
‘Oh, well then another surprise. I hope you enjoy them. Perhaps you can try one out tonight.’ With that he left and someone closed the door behind him.
‘What’s in the wardrobes?’ Evie dashed into the bedroom. ‘Wardrobe’ was something of an understatement. The doors by the bed opened to reveal a walk-in wardrobe. LED lights along every shelf illuminated rows of shoes, racks of dresses, and drawers, when opened, full of delicate, sexy lingerie. ‘Oh my God, these can’t all be for me?’
‘It’s not all for you.’ Ted said. Look, I got some… t-shirts, oh and one suit.’ He ran his hands down the fabric. ‘Okay, it’s a very nice suit but heck, you’ve got a dozen new outfits.’
‘Oh Ted, you’re not jealous are you? You don’t care about clothes anyway.’ She turned away, making cooing sounds over all her new discoveries. ‘Anyway, you get to enjoy me wearing these.’
He stared at her, holding up a beautiful but very clingy dress and a pair of expensive heels. ‘I do indeed.’

Dinner with the Prince
There was a polite knock on the door and Evie carefully walked to answer it in the new heels and dress she’d finally chosen for their meal. She opened it to an immaculately made-up young woman, dressed in a more traditional outfit and headscarf, but figure-hugging enough to show that what was hidden underneath was the body of a lingerie model.
‘What a beautiful dress,’ she declared in a soft accent that Evie couldn’t quite place. It looks even better on you than I hoped.’ She smiled at them both. ‘I’m sorry, I should introduce myself. I’m Zaara.’
‘Hello Zaara. And you picked this?’ Evie ran her hands down her dress while Ted rolled his eyes. She’d been spinning around in front of the mirror for the last hour.
‘I did. The master asked me to prepare your room and see to your needs. I hope everything is of your satisfaction?’
‘We love it all, thank you so much. You have wonderful taste. But how did you know what would fit?’
‘You were measured for your medical uniforms I believe?’
‘I’d completely forgotten that. Yes, of course.’
‘If there is anything that doesn’t fit then we can have it adjusted for you. We can make and fix all kinds of things here. The master has many,’ she paused, ‘special requirements.’
Ted stepped up. ‘You all call him the master? Is calling him prince incorrect?’
‘No, no. Not at all. It is a title for those of us who, how do you say it? Who are his?’
‘His?’ Ted asked, brows furrowed. ‘Who work for him?’
She shook her head. ‘No, not work. His, we are his.’
‘You, belong to him?’ Evie asked, her eyes wide with surprise.
‘Maybe my English is not so good. I’m sure the master can explain it better.’ She changed the subject. ‘You must be hungry and I should not keep him waiting. I’m to take you to eat. Please follow me.’
Zaara led them down marble-lined corridors and then along a path through a beautiful courtyard, the scent of blooming flowers rivaling the beauty of the plants on display.
‘This place is a paradise.’ Ted looked down a long path, and saw two giant men standing in front of a doorway, long swords by their sides. ‘What is down there?’
Their guide turned to look. ‘That is the place you cannot go,’ she said to him. ‘It is, out of limits?’
‘Why can’t we go there?’ Evie asked.
‘You can go. He can’t. It is the seraglio.’ She looked at their quizzical expressions. ‘The women’s place?’
‘Oh, okay. Only women. That makes sense.’ Evie stared at it a little longer before she noticed the others were moving away.
***
'Welcome, welcome. Please take a seat!’ The prince’s voice boomed out as he indicated the two empty spaces next to where he was at the top of the…well it wasn’t a table. Everyone was seated on cushions on the floor, with the ‘table’ laid out on a long embroidered cloth.
The ‘everyone’ were only women. Evie counted ten as she sat down, trying to work out how to arrange herself. Ted nearly knocked over a glass as he was so distracted looking down the table. Evie knew what he was thinking, she’d thought it herself. Most of them looked like Princess Leia when she was captured by Jabba the Hutt in the famous Star Wars scene. Although I remember her wearing more clothing than most of this lot. It seemed like the further down the table, the less modesty was required.
‘These are my wives,’ the prince said, pointing out the four women highest up the table, each of them nodding slowly in turn. ‘And the others, some of my surriyya.’ Evie turned to look, noting that Zaara had taken her place further down the table.
‘Surriyya?’ she asked.
‘Yes, you would call them concubines. It is a very ancient tradition here.’
‘May I ask, what is the difference between a wife and a… surriyya?’ Ted struggled to pronounce it but Evie was more worried if his question was too impertinent. But the prince didn’t seem to mind.
‘My wives are for childbearing, chosen for their lineage, intelligence and beauty, of course.’ The women bowed their heads in acknowledgement. My surriyya are purely for my pleasure.’
‘Oh, I see.’
‘You said this is just some of them?’ Evie asked, looking down the table and noting just how exquisitely made up and dressed they all were.
‘Just some, yes. It is these women and their companions that you are here to care for, doctor. There may be other calls upon your services, but they will be your focus.’
‘Oh, I… I see.’
‘It is a most honoured position. You will be given rare access to the outer courts of my seraglio. Normally none but my women, and the eunuchs, are permitted entrance.’
‘Eunuchs?’ Evie said, eyes wide. ‘Are you serious?’
‘Of course. Again a time honoured tradition. Families fight for the honour to have their sons serve me in this capacity.’
‘But, you actually…?’ Evie had to switch into her dispassionate medical mode. ‘You subject them to orchiectomy?’
The prince seemed to know the word. ‘Of course, they are castrated. They, and their families are well rewarded. But no man can enter the seraglio besides the prince. So they must no longer be men. They guard the women and, along with my wives, tend to the education of the rest.’ The prince looked at Evie. ‘I know you must think it is barbaric but this is a very different place from where you were before. I am sure you will both come to fully appreciate our ways, with time.’
Before she could reply, the prince clapped his hands and food was brought. Food so beautiful and delicious that it distracted from all the questions that the conversation with the prince had raised.
After they had finished the meal most of the women departed. Evie hadn’t had much chance to speak to the wives who were sat near her, but they all seemed to speak extraordinarliy good English, which was a relief. The prince pushed himself back onto some more cushions and two of the women came from further down the table and curled up around him. The dining items were tided away by other staff, overseen by the curiously out of place Jeeves, and Ted and Evie were given bigger cushions to lie back against.
‘So, what do you think of my palace so far?’ said the prince, gesturing around the room. ‘This is just my informal dining room. I wanted you to feel welcome. Part of the family. Sometimes we will have more extravagant feasts where we even use tables.’ He laughed and then turned to one of the young women beside him, whispering something.
She was petite to an extreme, the body of a gymnast, with very little clothing on to hide it. Her small breasts were barely hidden under a gauze top and Ted couldn’t help staring. Evie’s eyes widened as without any embarrassment or coyness, the woman reached down and began to stroke her fingers up and down the prince’s thigh. Within seconds it was very evident to all that it wasn’t just his thigh, as the outline of his cock, extending a shocking distant down his leg, pressed against the silk of his loose trousers.
‘I know our ways feel foreign and strange to you, but everyone here is very happy, I can assure you of that. It is my deepest desire is that you,’ he looked at Evie, then shifted to Ted, ‘both of you, find deep happiness and fulfilment in this place.’
They both fought not to look down at what his concubine was doing, but his chuckle showed he saw that they both had. ‘Are you shocked at her behaviour? She is simply following my instructions, something that pleases her, doesn’t it my love?’ Her reply was just a happy sigh as she bowed lower, planting small kisses with her mouth on the extraordinary bulge. ‘Are you offended that we are so open about pleasure? Does it not delight you to see her so abandoned to her task?’
Evie stared at the woman, who was now rubbing her lips over the barley concealed head of his penis, leaving wet marks where she gathered the material and pushed the tip into her mouth. Again the prince chuckled. ‘You see. Will not the two of you rut like rabbits thinking of my taking my beautiful surriyya? I surely hope you will. This palace is a place of love and pleasure. It will fill me with joy for the two of you to experience the full depth of what that can mean. But go now, unless you wish to stay and watch. Maybe you’ll learn something new?’ He smiled at Ted who was now speechless, trying to gauge all that was going on, and especially the prince’s last offer.
‘Ted, we should… we should go,’ Evie said, sounding unsure. While the prince’s companion was nuzzling the fabric around the pronounced head of his penis the other concubine had quietly circled the two of them, and began gently stripping the first. As if on some hidden signal, the women both turned to look, first at Ted, then Evie, and in their eyes was a lust and desire that was both beautiful and shocking. ‘We must go,’ Evie said again, her voice softer, drawn in by the women’s gaze as if it were hypnotic.
She was only broken from her reverie when Ted grabbed her hand and pulled her up. ‘Thank you, Prince Nabez. It’s been a remarkable evening,’ he said. Evie waved goodbye, her eyes still fixed on what was happening, reluctant to move until her husband pulled harder on her hand. ‘Evie, come on. Let them have their privacy.’ She followed him out of the door and they both stopped in the corridor, catching their breath.
‘Oh my God, what was that?’ Ted said. ‘That was crazy.’
Evie didn’t reply at once, staring at the door, wondering what was going on beyond. Fighting the desire to return. She’d never seen such raw sexual energy. But some of it had clearly rubbed off on Ted. He pulled her hand again. ‘One thing I did like was his suggestion.’
‘Which one?’ Evie’s focus returned to her husband.
‘That we go rut like rabbits. Come on!’ He grabbed her hand and she laughed, following him back to their room.

Time to help: Now it's your chance to give me feedback and direction

  1. What did you think of the story's premise and its potential?
  2. Is there anything that could be improved or changed?
  3. The harem is a classic erotica trope, what could we do to make it fresh (such as make it high tech)
  4. How can I shape Evie and Ted's characters and their relationship?
  5. Evie has her first day at work in the outer courts of the harem in the next part, what might she encounter there with the women she meets?
  6. Evie treats one of his concubines who has been punished - what could she be punished for, and what form might it take?
  7. Thoughts on my quickly mocked up cover?

Thank you, I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes!

James
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