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The Harem Couple - Part 2

This is my new interactive denial story - you can read part 1 below or click this link:
Thank you for all the great feedback, it's really helping to shape how this goes. Once again, message me or leave a comment for your thoughts on this part, and where the next one could go.

The Seraglio

‘It’s a harem, Ted. It’s a fucking harem. They might call it a seraglio, but I know what I saw.’
Evie had just got back from her first day working as the palace medic. She was pacing backwards and forward on the plush carpet of their suite.
‘What did you see?’ Ted asked, resting on the arm of the sofa.
‘Two dozen women, maybe more, but those are the ones who I met or saw. I’m only allowed in a small section, an outer courtyard, with some rooms, office space and a treatment room. But there’s no doubt what that place is about. It’s nothing but a harem.’
‘I mean, the prince wasn’t shy about his love of pleasure. But what was so shocking?’
‘I don’t know. They all seemed happy. The ones I saw anyway. Some looked like they were studying together, another group was painting. That was quite something. Two of the women were the subject, lying on a chaise longue. Naked.’
‘No!’ Ted’s smile gave away he was picturing the scene.
Evie smirked at his reaction. ‘I don’t know how the others painted anything, they couldn’t keep still.’
‘What? What were they doing.’
She grinned, enjoying the moment. ‘Oh, you’ll just have to imagine, darling. I shouldn’t tell you too many of the secrets of the harem.’ She gave him a hug and brushed her hand over the front of his trousers. She’d been longing to tease him about what she’d seen.
‘Evie, please!’
Evie laughed and fell back on the sofa, taking up a pose. ‘Well, one lay back like this, the other lay on top, and they kissed. But their hands…’
‘Yes?’ said Ted, sitting at the end of the sofa, watching everything his wife did.
She cupped her hand facing up above her crotch, her fingers making little circles. ‘She had her hand buried between the other’s legs, and the other did the same to her. Breasts pressed against each other, moaning into each other’s mouths. I don’t think they were faking anything. It was… very passionate.’
‘Wow. And the others?’
‘The others watched, and painted. Some of the paintings were beautiful. They all seemed to be having fun, shouting out encouragements.’
Ted sat at the end of the sofa and Evie laid her feet on his legs. ‘What were they wearing?’
‘Not a lot. There were a lot of long but very thin dresses. They left nothing to the imagination. Underwear doesn’t seem to be a thing.’ Evie laughed. ‘A few wore more western looking outfits, super tight crop tops and mini-skirts. They tended to wear high heels with those, but others went barefoot. There was one exception though…’ Evie’s foot rose up and rubbed against her husband’s crotch. ‘I’m pretty sure it was one of his wives from last night but you wouldn’t recognise her.’ Evie thought back to the demurely dressed women who’d sat near them at the dinner, but not spoken much. ‘I’m not even sure which one of them it was, but my goodness, the others treated her like royalty.’
Ted chuckled, pushing up against his wife’s foot. ‘I mean effectively she is royalty, isn’t she?’
‘Oh yeah, good point. Anyway, she wore this backless black silk jumpsuit, the side was split all the way from her waist to her ankles. It was gorgeous. And I’ve never seen heels as high as that. It was like she was walking on her tiptoes. And besides that, she had gold bracelets and anklets and necklaces. It was quite something. She was clearly the queen bee, and the others were all a lot quieter when she was around.’
‘Did you get to talk to any of them?’
Evie pushed herself up, back against the arm of the sofa. ‘Yes. Just a few, in the clinic. I gave four women a check-up. There’s something very strange going on.’
‘Were they unhappy, abused?’
‘God no, if anything they were the opposite. I’ve not seen a healthier group of women in all my time in practice. They were weirdly joyful. I’d have sworn they were high on something but their blood samples all came back clear. Speaking of which, you wouldn’t believe all the tech they have. There’s kit in there I could only have dreamt of back home. But, anyway, they were all…,’ she paused, ‘I’m not really sure I should say, it’s probably breaking confidentiality.’
‘Come on Evie, you can give me some general detail.’
She sighed and sat down on the enormous sofa. ‘When I examined them, they were…’ she looked up at him ‘…very lubricated.’
‘What on earth? Like with some lube?’
‘No, no it was all natural. They were… almost dripping. That was the chief complaint. Two of them asked for advice on how to keep drier as it caused rashes. But it was all of them. When I, you know, checked them. They weren’t just lubricated, they were in this state of… arousal, I guess. It felt so wrong. Two of them moaned out loud when I examined them.’ Evie looked embarrassed. Her voice dropped low. ‘One begged me not to stop. I felt… I don’t know what I felt. But all of them seemed to think it was completely normal. The one whose English was best said, ‘It’s just how it is here.’
‘What on earth? Have you ever seen anything like it?’
Evie shook her head. ‘Not besides some bad erotica, no. I don’t know what to think. I can imagine…’ She paused.
‘They must be… masturbating, a lot. All the time. They were just so sensitive to the slightest touch. The breast exams were, well let’s just say they were very enthusiastic.’
‘This is crazy. It was like last night, the look in their eyes. What was that about?’
Evie knew Ted was referring to the way the two concubines had looked at the two of them, desire, lust, need. She’d thought about it, between remembering the enormous bulge in the prince’s pants, as they both fulfilled his prediction of rutting like rabbits when they got back to the room. If only it had lasted much longer than rabbits.
‘There’s something going on here. I need to understand what it is. There was a eunuch with me the entire time, so I really didn’t have the chance to ask more directly.’
‘A eunuch? What are they like?’
‘Not quite what you’d expect. Strangely handsome. A bit chubby but still clearly strong. They take their guarding seriously, but there’s more to it than that. The women kind of doted on them a bit. They were chatting to them, hanging around with them. They felt like part of the family. I only saw three, but two of them didn’t look local. But then, neither are some of the women. I think the prince gets his harem from far and wide.’
‘How so?’
‘Well, there’s some with the palest white skin, others the deepest black, and everything in between. I heard some speak perfect English, and at least a couple of other languages. There’s short to tall. One woman must have been six and a half feet, she was extraordinary. And they aren’t all slim waifs, a healthy mix of all different sizes. I don’t know what to make of it.’
‘This isn’t really what you signed up for though, to be the doctor to a harem. Should we be getting out of here?’
‘It’s not, for sure. But I have to find out more about what is going on. These women, there’s something strange. They way they act, and obviously, what’s going on with their arousal. They wouldn’t speak about it, but perhaps I can gain some of their trust and find out more.’
‘If you’re certain. You know I’ll back you up, whatever you think best.’
Evie sat up and moved close to her husband, leaning her head on his shoulder. ‘I know, and I’m so grateful for your support. I’m sorry I’ve got us into this weird situation. I’ll figure out what’s going on and then we can make a decision about what’s best.’
‘It would be very costly to break your contract anyway, so yes, there’s lots to think about.’
‘It would?’ Evie had left checking the paperwork to Ted, who relished that kind of detail.
‘Yeah, we’d be liable for all the costs incurred and the cost of getting a replacement.’ Ted gulped. ‘That first class flight is just looking a lot more expensive.’
‘Not to mention the car?’ Evie raised her eyebrows.
‘Shit, I forgot about the car. Okay, well there’s no hurry. The contract was only six months before those terms end, let’s not do anything hasty.’
‘I’d like to do something a bit hasty…’ Evie ran her fingers up Ted’s chest.
‘Oh really? Even after your weird day?’
‘Mhmm. That whole place, it’s somehow so sexual. I think it rubbed off.’
‘How about I rub something off?’ he grinned.
‘I might just return the favour. Oh!’
Ted surprised her by picking her up and carrying her back to the sofa, laying her down then pressing himself up next to her. His hand was under her top and then her bra, squeezing her breast. He hadn’t made her orgasm the night before, and she’d not had time to tend to herself, as she often did, so her sigh of pleasure as he played with her nipple was very real.
‘I want that hand somewhere else,’ she whispered, unbuttoning her trousers. It wasn’t really his hand she wanted. While he was pretty good with them, Ted’s real talent lay with his mouth. From the time they’d started dating, his enthusiasm, and skill at going down on her, more than made up for any other inadequacies. ‘Oh yes, that’s it, that’s it.’ She grabbed his wrist as his fingers found her clit. ‘Fuck yes, I can’t believe how horny I am. That feels so good, but, you know what I really want.’ She batted her eyelashes at him as she wriggled her trousers off.
Evie swung her legs open and pushed down on Ted’s head. It was all he needed. He kissed his way down her torso and then nuzzled into the soft fabric of her simple cotton knickers. Kissing through the fabric he teased her a little before pulling them down and resuming kisses on her fine pubic hair. Evie spread her legs wider, showing him it wasn’t enough, and groaned as his lips found her clitoris, sucking it in briefly before licking and swirling around it with his tongue.
‘Oh, you are so good at that. Put your fingers in me. Oh fuck, yes, yes!’
Evie never had trouble orgasming. When she’d masturbate herself it wasn’t uncommon for her to cum seven or eight times. But despite how orgasmic she was, the sudden rush of a climax surprised her this time. ‘Oh fuck, I’m going to cum, don’t stop, don’t stop!’ She grabbed his hair and pushed Ted’s face firmly between her legs, pulling her legs around him as he sucked and licked her in the way he’d perfected since they’d got married.
She bucked on his face, holding him there as she rubbed herself on him in a frenzy. The orgasm rolled over her like waves, crashing down with pleasure that just didn’t stop. ‘Oh my God, I’m still cumming, fuck, fuck, it feels so good!’
Finally, the orgasm subsided and she looked down to see Ted rising up, breathless, his face coated in her juices. He gulped. ‘Well, that was different. I thought I might drown for a moment.’
Evie laughed and pulled him up to her, giving him a messy kiss before reaching down to start undoing his belt. But as she did so her hand brushed between her legs and her pussy demanded more. ‘That was just the best orgasm you’ve ever given me. It felt like it went on forever. Can I… have another?’ she asked. Ted looked surprised but she wasn’t really asking. She pushed down on his head again and moaned, writhing as his mouth got to work. She forced herself to relax, pulling and playing with her nipples this time instead of his head. Everything he did felt incredible. Normally it was all about her clit but even when he took little breaks and kissed and pulled at her labia, it drove happy moans from her. And when he put his fingers inside her again it made her ache for more, deeper, stretching.
‘More,’ she whispered. He looked up at her. ‘More fingers.’
‘Seriously?’ He never used more than two, usually the middle ones, curving up to her g-spot.
‘Yes, please. I want more.’ Ted bunched three fingers together, pushing into her. ‘Yes, yes, that’s it, and your mouth. Her hands grabbed his hair again as the amazing combination took her to the edge. ‘More. More!’ she cried. He tucked his thumb between his fingers, making a cone, and to his amazement, with a few strokes, felt it slide up to the knuckles. ‘I’m cumming,’ Evie yelled, her pussy clenching on his hand, thrusting herself against him so that as she climaxed, his entire, slim hand slipped inside her.
She’d never known anything like it. The incredible climax of just moments ago eclipsed as it overwhelmed her entire body with pleasure. Radiating from his hand inside her, she groaned and bucked and to her surprise, and even more, Ted’s, squirted a few little jets of liquid, right onto his face. She barely registered what was happening as the orgasm once again rolled over and through her.
Ted’s laughter brought her back. ‘Okay, I think I definitely drowned this time.’ His face, and top were wet, but there was a joyful expression of wonder on his face. He looked down and she felt his hand being slowly pulled out from inside her. It made her feel so empty, but the sensation felt so good she wanted more already.
His amazed expression only increased as she pulled her top and bra off, pushing up and straddling his legs. Evie finished undoing his belt, yanking his trousers down and reaching inside the opening in his shorts, pulling his cock and balls out. She tugged hard on his hardening cock, wanking it to bring it to full erection. It seemed as if she were about to mount it, but then reached under. ‘Oh my God, I’m so wet.’ Her hand was slick with her juices and she spread them over his cock, sliding her fingers up and down it. Evie’s other hand crept back between her own legs, and she pleasured them both, her hips grinding against her own hand as she masturbated her husband slowly.
She looked at him. He was watching her hand, but looking thoughtful. I bet I know what he’s thinking about.
‘Did you see how big he was?’ she said in a low voice, testing her suspicions.
‘I did.’
Evie played with the tip of him, but her focus was her own pleasure. She was close to another orgasm, but this time, unusually for her, she rode the edge of it. Being on the precipice of climax brought out a side of her that normally scared her. ‘He was even bigger than Charlie,’ she said, referring to her ex. ‘Way bigger.’ She smiled as she felt her husband’s cock harden even more in her hand.
Evie loved teasing her husband like this. Early on in their relationship they’d stumbled over the fact that for some reason he got extraordinarily aroused when she’d compared his size to her former lovers. She wasn’t sure if it was some kind of hot jealousy, or the fact that Ted wasn’t the most well-endowed. She’d been confused at first but he’d insisted it was only positive, and after a while, found herself having fun messing with him sometimes about it.
Ted was quiet for a moment, watching her. ‘If that was real, his cock’s about the size of my forearm. That can’t be possible, can it?’
Evie thought back to just earlier, when she came on her husband’s hand. ‘You just fitted your hand in me.’ She left the statement hanging as she stroked him slowly, holding his cock tight. ‘It felt impossibly good. It makes me want more.’
‘I kept thinking about it earlier. When I examined his… women.’
‘Oh my God, you did? What did you think?’
‘Maybe…’ she gave a wicked smile, ‘…maybe he’s why they are so wet. They just constantly ache for his massive cock.’ She held back a giggle but Ted was enraptured.
‘Holy shit.’ His first reaction was to her words. ‘Oh, I’m going to cum!’ But she slowed to almost nothing, not letting him go over. She wasn’t done yet.
‘You know, I suppose, I get to give him a medical too.’
‘What!’ Ted looked up at her.
She slowly stroked her fingers up and down Ted’s cock. ‘I guess I’d have to see if he was functioning… properly.’
‘You’re messing with me.’
She gave him a wink and a very naughty smile. ‘I suppose one of his wives could help but perhaps he’d prefers the more personal touch. And frankly, if what we glimpsed under those trousers is for real, so would I.’
She put one fist above the other, just the lower one around her husband’s cock, the other a good 9 inches above. She mimed stroking them both up and down. ‘He’s definitely a two-hander.’ She looked at her husband’s wide eyes, stroking faster, his hands clenching the sofa cushions. ‘God, right now I wish you were too.’
That was it. She felt his hot spunk splash against her spare hand before he groaned, his eyes rolling up. The cum dripped back down and she used it as lube, wanking him hard and fast, squeezing out every drop. She smiled, wiping her hands off on his top before swinging a leg over and standing, stretching out her legs. ‘I should go shower. Be back soon.’ Evie leaned over and gave her husband a kiss before scampering off to the bedroom.
She didn’t go directly to the bathroom, but took a diversion by her bedside table. There was a surprise in there she’d discovered while unpacking, that she suddenly had a craving for. She checked to make sure Ted couldn’t see, before picking up the long rectangular box. With the bathroom door locked she opened it up, letting out a little gasp. It was even bigger than she’d realised when she’d peeked in the box the day before. It can’t be, can it? She picked it up, turning on the water. Maybe she wouldn’t be back that soon.

Punishment Treatment

Evie’s first consultation the next morning was with a young woman, Zafirra, barely twenty, according to her records. Once again it was the same complaint as the others, soreness from how wet she was. Evie leaned in close, trying to speak out of earshot of the eunuch who was sat at the other end of the treatment room. ‘Are you masturbating very much?’ she whispered. The woman spoke a little English but her puzzled expression showed that was one word she didn’t know.
Evie tried again, ‘Do you touch yourself?’
‘Where?’ Zafirra asked.
‘Your clitoris,’ Evie said quietly. Again, a puzzled look. She let out a frustrated breath moving her hand back to where she’d just been examining, and carefully laid a finger to show where she meant. The reaction was instant. Zafirra began grinding her hips, rubbing herself again Evie’s fingers. Her nipples pushed up her thin top into little peaks obvious now on her small breasts.
Evie pulled her hand away. ‘No, please, more,’ Zafirra begged.
‘But do you touch there?’
The young woman shook her head. ‘It is not allowed.’
‘Never,’ she paused to think, ‘never to your own.’
What on earth does that mean? She was going to ask more but it seemed her conversation had caught the eunuch’s attention, and he was heading over. ‘I’m going to prescribe you some decongestant tablets, they can help. And if the problem continues we can try a menstrual sponge.’ She told her. ‘But mostly just be sure to keep the area dry, and change your underwear if it gets wet.’
‘Underwear?’ She furrowed her eyebrows. ‘This is not often worn.’
‘Oh, okay, well that’s… good.’ She handed the decongestant to her. ‘One a day, come back in a week.’ Evie had no idea where she might get menstrual sponges from, but she’d requested the decongestant tablets yesterday, knowing might help, and there had been a supply available this morning.
Zafirra was very grateful, and reluctant to get off the table, but the eunuch ushered her out before bringing in a very different case. She was tall with light, olive skin and jet black hair, older than Zafirra, but wincing with every step. Evie offered her a chair.
‘I’d rather stand if that’s okay?’ she said,  her perfect English accent surprising Evie.
‘Oh, yes, of course. You’re English?’
She shook her head. ‘I went to boarding school there from the age of seven.’
Evie took the records that were handed to her, quickly skimming the key details. ‘Okay, Qadira, I’m Doctor Stevens, what seems to be the problem today?’
‘I’m in a lot of pain,’ she said bluntly.
‘Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Where does it hurt.’
She nodded down, opening her legs a little and taking in a sharp breath at the effort.
‘I see. Can I get you up on the table here?’
Qadira nodded, and carefully, with a lot of wincing, got herself lying back on the table, gulping in some air from the effort.
Evie carefully lifted her dress. ‘Oh my God, what caused these?’ All over the woman’s thighs were long stripes of red welts, some starting to turn purple. ‘Who did this to you?’
‘Those aren’t what hurts,’ said Zafirra, not answering her questions.
‘They’re not? What is then?’
‘Well I mean they hurt but nothing I can’t cope with.’ Qadira bit her lip, took in a deep breath, and then spread her legs. ‘It’s, inside where it’s bad.’
Evie couldn’t immediately see, but put on her gloves. ‘Is it okay if I gently examine you?’
Her patient’s eyes started to fill with tears at the suggestion, but she nodded. As soon as Evie’s fingertips touched her outer labia, the woman grabbed her wrist, clenching her teeth. ‘That, hurts, so much.’
‘I can see your skin is a little inflamed, but it’s not clear why it’s so painful. Can you tell me what happened?’
‘I… did things I shouldn’t,’ she whispered. ‘I was caught, and they punished me.’
‘Who? What?’
Qadira looked nervously at the guard. ‘Them, and one of his wives.’
‘What did they do to you? Are these, cane marks?’ Evie guessed.
She nodded. ‘Yes, but that was just extra. To make it worse. Oh doctor, it hurts so much.’
‘What did they do? Why did they do it?’
A tear fell down her patient’s cheek. ‘They caught me, touching myself. We are not allowed within the seraglio, it is strictly forbidden.’
‘You’re not allowed to masturbate?’
‘Not, ourselves. Not in private.’
Evie shook her head, confused. ‘You have to do it publicly?’
‘Yes, five times a day. Either with another surriyya—’
‘You, mutually masturbate with another woman?’ Evie’s eyes were wide.
‘Yes, or the machines of course.’
‘The machines?’
‘The pleasure machines.’ Despite the pain she was in, Qadira’s expression softened as she mentioned them.
‘What type of machines?’
‘You sort of slide into them and then—’
‘Qadira, do not speak of the secrets of the seraglio!’ came the sharp, high voice of the eunuch. ‘Doctor, please keep your questions to treatment.’
‘Yes, of course. I’m sorry.’ Evie shied away from the threatening tone of the rebuke. ‘But what caused the pain? You touched yourself and then?’
‘It was not my first offense. This time they were to make an example of me. Last night, when I was caught, they stripped me and bound me to—’
‘You do not need to share this information!’ said the increasingly tetchy eunuch.
‘I’m sorry,’ Evie said, growing bolder. ‘But this is my patient and I need to take a full medical history. If you have a problem you can speak to the prince.’ The eunuch bristled at the comeback, but at the mention of his master, he backed off. ‘Go on,’ she urged the woman.
‘They, spread me open, everyone had to watch. And first applied…it is the al-iksir the saydalani makes. But much stronger than usual.’
‘The who?’
‘Saydalani, one of his wives. It means pharmacist, chemist,’ she corrected herself using the English term.
‘What is in it?’
Qadira shrugged. ‘I don’t know. The al-iksar is something we all get, when we become part of the seraglio, and sometimes other times. It’s crazy stuff, makes you so horny, and more.’
Evie’s interest was piqued as a possible explanation of what she’d seen in the other women. ‘And this is what’s caused you pain?’
The woman shook her head. ‘No, they paint that on so that I become desperate, to remind me of my place. It made me beg for anything to satisfy the craving it creates. That is when the punishment begins. They all take turns touching me, stimulating me, humiliating me. The things they say… All of them are just happy it’s not them.’
Evie’s heart was pounding in her chest as she imagined it. ‘What do they say?’ she asked, her voice low.
‘That I deserve it, that I’ve disgraced them all by being weak, that they will throw me to the beggars or the dogs to satisfy my lustful needs.’
‘God, is it really… that bad?’
Qadira’s eyes glazed over a little. ‘That bad, and that good,’ she finally said, her mind seemingly elsewhere.
‘And then?’ Evie prompted.
‘Yes, sorry. And then the saydalani she brings this cylindrical parcel. Made of rice paper, you know?’
‘Yes,’ said Evie, unsure where this is going.
‘And she slides it into me.’
‘Oh my God, why?’
‘It is filled with…pain. I don’t know what exactly. Some powder. Chilli? It burns, it burns so badly. She told me that if I was pure the paper would not melt, that it is my fault, but how can I help that?’
‘They put some kind of chilli packet, inside your vagina?’ Evie couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
‘Yes. It melts, and you feel it carried deep inside you. The pain is indescribable, but the al-iksar makes it, worse… better. You want the hurt somehow. You don’t know what is pleasure or pain any more. I don’t know what it contains, but the pain… I screamed and screamed and they all just stood, watching, until they were sent to bed.’
‘Oh my God, this is unbelievable.’
‘I was left there, in agony, all night, writhing against my bonds. Unable to make it better, letting the pain wash over me. I would have given anything to just touch but I couldn’t even close my legs.’ Her voice dropped to a whisper, as if confessing some dark secret. ‘Some of the women, they sneak back. They whisper such things as they touch me.’
Evie had stopped writing any notes, she just stood, staring at Qadira, who was lost in the memory. ‘What things?’
The woman blinked, slowly looking back at the doctor, as though coming out of a trance. ‘Secret things. I cannot say.’ Her eyes began to focus properly. ‘They touch me there. Then touch themselves. They are the ones who suffer. It is allowed.’
She had so many questions but once again the eunuch had drawn near. ‘Then what?’
Qadira lifted her shoulders. ‘It wasn’t until just now I could even walk, and so they sent me to you.
Evie sat there in stunned silence, imagining the scene. This beautiful young woman, bound, pleasured, and then so sadistically tortured. It shocked her to discover her own body responding in totally inappropriate ways.
‘I… can give you some painkillers.’
Her patient shook her head. ‘I’m not allowed those. I’m just here to be checked before I’m belted.’
‘That is enough, Qadira. You got yourself in this trouble. Keep your mouth quiet,’ ordered the eunuch.
Evie glared at him and he backed off a little. ‘Can I at least put some soothing salve on her?’ she almost shouted at the guard.
He shrugged and stepped back.
Evie fetched some soothing ointment from a cupboard and opened the container, putting some in a bowl. ‘This might hurt at first, I’m sorry if…’
Qadira stared at the bowl. ‘It’s not the pain I’m worried about.’
‘The al-iksar, it has left me…’ She looked at Evie with pleading in her eyes, ‘Please, don’t let me cum. Promise me. Yesterday was nothing compared to if I cum without his permission.’
The guard just growled and Qadira lay back, turning her face away.
This is insane. What the hell have I got into here? She scooped up a fingertip of the salve and began applying it to her patient’s swollen, red outer labia. Every little touch caused her to make little whimpers. When Evie got to her inner labia the whimpers turned to primal groans of pleasure.
Evie could see where whatever they had put inside her had dripped down, leaving dark stains like henna marks. She dabbed more of the lotion below and paused, ‘It seems to have irritated your anus too.’
‘Yes,’ Qadira said, pushing her hips up a little, ‘that was coated with the al-iksar. They warned me that it might be the only place I get it in future. That I’d be one of his anal-only—’
‘You shall not speak of this,’ barked the eunuch.
Evie shot him an evil glare but didn’t dare ask more. Anal-only what? ‘I’ll apply some there if it will help?’
‘Umm…’ her patient hesitated. ‘Okay, it is sore just… it will be very, sensitive too. But it’ll be fine. Thank you.’ Qadira lifted her hips and as Evie touched her finger to her swollen rosebud the woman groaned. It wasn’t a sound of pain, but of pleasure. It can’t feel that good, surely? It looks so sore. But her lotioned thumb continued to make light circles over the spot and her patient, though making an excellent effort to hide it, was clearly responding sexually. What on earth can cause this to feel so good? Evie pushed back on her examination stool and pulled off the glove. The sound evoked a whimper of disappointment from her patient as she relaxed and lowered her bottom back to the padded table.
Evie sat back, pulling on a fresh glove, letting the stimulation subside before coating a finger with the ointment. ‘I’m going to slide this inside your vagina now.’
‘Oh fuck,’ Qadira squeaked in anticipation, trying to calm her breathing.
‘Just tell me if you need me to stop.’
‘Mhmmm.’ The concubine was clutching at her top, trying to remain in control. The moment Evie’s finger slipped inside her swollen, puffy vagina Qadira groaned, arching her back. ‘Oh fuck, oh no, oh no!’ Evie felt her clenching hard on the half-finger she’d managed to slide in. Her eyes were wild with arousal. This was so much more than the experience with the other women yesterday, she could feel Qadira’s sexual energy, the fight going on inside her body and mind to keep control. A sudden desire filled Evie to see what happened if the concubine lost it. She pushed her finger deeper, up to the knuckle, as Qadira writhed and twisted on her. Evie slowly slid the finger out, and then, letting her curiosity push her rational thoughts aside, pushed two inside.
‘Oh my God, oh my God!’ Qadira yelled. ‘I’m going to cum, no, please, no, I mustn’t, I can’t!’ The desperation in her voice mixed with fear brought Evie back to what she was doing. She began to pull her fingers out. ‘No!’ the woman screamed, ‘no don’t move them. Please!’
Evie kept her fingers completely still, suddenly wracked with guilt for her unprofessional behaviour. But stuck, literally, with her fingers in her patient, not daring to move them a tiny bit.
Slowly Qadira lowered her back to the examination table, her breathing going from fast pants to something slower, easier. ‘Okay,’ she whispered, ‘thank you.’ Evie took that as a signal to slowly slide her fingers out, still accompanied by her patient’s soft moans.
‘I’m sorry about that, I hope you’re okay.’
The woman nodded, closing her eyes. ‘That feels better, it really does. I’m sorry I nearly…’
‘You have nothing to apologise about.’
‘We would have both been in trouble if… that had happened.’
‘Surely not,’ Evie said.
Qadira fixed her with a firm gaze. ‘It is the first rule of the seraglio. It is never to be broken.’ She looked at the eunuch who was once again advancing across the room. ‘Thank you, doctor. I hope to see you again soon. I must go now.’
‘But I didn’t even put ointment on the other marks.’
‘They will heal.’
‘You didn’t tell me how you got them?’
Qadira pushed herself up, sucking air in as she sat on her bottom. ‘They do it afterwards, to make you clench.’
‘Clench?’ Evie realised she meant clench on the parcel of chilli or whatever it had been. ‘Holy shit,’ she said under her breath. All this because she dared touch herself? Surely it can’t be that hard to have some privacy? ‘How did you get caught?’ Evie blurted out.
The woman paused, then laid her hand on Evie’s arm, leaning in close, whispering her confession. ‘I wanted them to catch me.’
‘Are you done?’ said the eunuch from beside them, making Evie jump.
He came alongside Qadira and was surprisingly gentle, helping her off the table. Evie blocked the way to the door. ‘You cannot beat her again, she needs to heal.’
The guard looked puzzled. ‘Beat her? No, that is done with.’
‘She said she’s to be belted.’
The guard snorted and shared a look with the concubine before the woman spoke. ‘That is not the kind of belt I meant.’ Her hand went down to press on her dress between her legs. ‘I wish it were,’ she added, more to herself than the doctor.
The eunuch took Qadira’s hand. It seemed strangely affectionate given he was meant to be her guard. Qadira was gently led out, Evie watching her go through the doors that she was forbidden to pass. ‘Then what the hell kind of belt is it?’


Evie had no more patients for the rest of the morning, and so was left to her own devices, writing up her notes, sorting out her supplies, making the treatment room and office just the way she wanted it.
At lunchtime Zaara appeared with some delicious food and fresh dates and figs that tasted better than Evie knew was possible. But all the time something the morning consultation was on her mind. She used her computer to look up the word Qadira had used, saydalani, and sure enough it just meant pharmacist, but it led her to discover an entire history of pharmacy she had never heard about.
She looked for the other word Qadira had used, al-iksar. ‘Elixir, of course,’ she said aloud when she worked it out. This must be what’s having these effects on all these women. I must find out more.
Evie stood, frustrated that she wasn’t being given access to information that she needed to give good care to these women. As she paced around her office she came to the door and noticed that the entire outer courtyard was empty. There was no one to be seen, and the eunuchs who would normally be guarding the outer doors were absent.
Cautiously she approached the long wall in which was set the doorway that marked the boundary of where she was allowed to go. They didn’t say I couldn’t listen, or peek though. There was nothing to be heard by the door, but Evie moved along the wall to where there was ceramic latticework through which she could look if she went up on her tip-toes. Inside was a corridor, and on the opposite wall was another lattice. Although her pounding heart was filling her ears, she could still hear something going on. At first she thought she was imagining it, but after a moment she heard a moan, a deep, sexual moan. It was soon joined by another, and perhaps a third or fourth. Each seemed to repeat, on random cycles, sometimes joining together, other times spaced out. Along with the sounds, she smelled a musky, spicy fragrance that she couldn’t identify, but she wanted to identify. She pushed her nose to the grating, breathing in, and instantly felt her nipples harden under her top, pressed against the wall. She had a sudden urge to rub herself against it, to lift her top and grind them against the rough surface, but then the groans got louder, distinctly sexual now — women being pleasured.
She stared through the lattice, sure that if she could get close she’d be able to see enough to satisfy her curiosity. Bolder now, driven by the sounds and scents, she approached the double doorway. Quickly, she tried opening it. It wasn’t locked. She cracked it open just a couple of inches, the scent was even stronger here, and it was mixed with something else, the distinctive smell of sex. She could spy the latticework just down the corridor. She had to know what was going on. Checking behind her again, and then putting her head through, looking up and down the corridor, she saw no one.
With an impetuous dash she ran inside, sneaking up to the wall, her heart in her mouth. She still had to go on tip toes to see anything, but sure enough, this time, in the softly lit room beyond, she could see more.
Seven or eight women were on the floor. Some sitting, some lying, a couple on all fours. They were all naked, eyes closed, their hands caressing their breasts or tracing over their own skin. None were touching the others.
But every single one of them, whether kneeling or lying back or forwards, had their hips and crotch encased in some kind of sleek white devices. She’d never seen anything like them. They looked like you could sit, or slide into them at will. No markings or controls hinted at their purpose. But the women’s reactions told Evie all she needed to know. These women were being pleasured. She could only imagine how from the sounds they made. Some of the machines gave off quiet noises, vibrating or suction or more piston like sounds, that made it easy to guess that they were sex machines. Fucking machines like nothing she’d ever seen or imagined.
She saw that there was an open door at the far end of the room, and by it was the only device that was not in use. I have to get a closer look. Evie crept along the corridor, her senses alert for anyone coming near. She peeked around the corner and found it empty again, the entrance to the pleasure room just beyond her.
She crept on her tiptoes, right up to the door, leaning just her head around and was rewarded with the device up close. It wasn’t much help though. The interior was just a curved plastic cover too, like a bucket seat, designed to sit on while kneeling. ‘Damn,’ she said under her breath, suddenly realising just how exposed she was. This was crazy, I must get back.
She turned, her breath catching in her throat. Stood right in front of her was one of the eunuch guards, and behind him, a woman she was sure was one of the prince’s wives. She wasn’t dressed anything like she had been at the dinner. She had a turquoise leather corset on, with a matching set of thigh straps, cuffs and a high collar. Her top was a fine mesh that did nothing to hide her breasts, and in her heels she towered over Evie. Her raven black hair hung down to her waist. The commanding woman smiled like a cat who’d just caught a mouse.
She put her finger under Evie’s chin, closing her gaping mouth. ‘Oh doctor, I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.’


So, there you go, how do you think it's shaping up? What did you like? Anything you'd change? What ideas do you have for how the story can develop?
In the next part Evie has to deal with the ramifications of her snooping, and Ted reaps the benefits. She also has a close encounter with one of his wives, and starts to discover what the true meaning of desperation is.

I think this story is shaping up well enough to turn into a book so while these last two parts have been visible to everyone, (although only paying subscribers can comment) future ones are going to be for my Fan Club and Book Club followers. So sign up to read the rest!

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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.

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?

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Cover the cost of distributing Advanced Reader Copies professionally and anonymously via the BookFunnel service
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This goal lets me dedicate a day a week to writing and publishing, rather than just fitting it in between other work.

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