CHAPTER ONE -- PREPARING THE MASTER'S WIFE
Bagoas strode confidently though the courtyard of the Taourirt Kasbah. He was a powerful personage in this Palace. Physically powerful, because he was careful to keep fit by exercise, unlike many of his peers; mentally powerful, because his youthful experience had hardened his mind until now concentration and focus came to everything he did; monetarily powerful, since in a world where a single gold piece represented riches to most men, his clothes jingled with several pieces of gold; and in a powerful position in the household of a powerful man.
He left the courtyard at an extremely ornate door, carved and painted by master artists, and with the Hand of Fatima in its center. Ascending a flight of stone stairs, he came to another ornate door. Two guards with large scimitars snapped to attention as Bagoas approached and opened the door. Passing in, Bagoas was in a lavish chamber, decorated with hangings woven of camel's hair and silk. Beautifully embroidered pillows littered the floor. On four sides of the chamber were archways, two of them hung with tasseled curtains. The side on the East, closest to Mecca, had a lattice work door in front of its curtain.
Bagoas clapped his hands twice commandingly. Quickly the curtains covering the two archways were pulled back, and in each stood a beautiful girl clad in a long clinging gown. One was Saiesha, a black Abyssinian beauty whose white teeth flashed behind her dark lips. The other was Maria, a fiery Spanish girl with light brown skin, long black hair, long black eyelashes, and flashing black eyes.
Bagoas, indeed, was in the harem of the Governor of Ouarzazate, an important desert Oasis of the Moors. This meant, of course, that he was like the guards at the door, a eunuch. These days he never lamented what he had lost when he was less than 10 years old, because he knew that giving up his balls had brought him to his position of power as Overseer of the Governor's harem. Women of beauty meant nothing to him, power meant everything, so he was careful to serve Governor Glaoui's every need.
"The Governor has important guests for dinner tonight, praise Allah," he intoned. " You slave girls must prepare the Governor's wife to appear at the dinner." Both girls pressed their hands together and bowed to Bagoas respectfully. Saiesha's clinging white gown, and Maria's red one, had low cut necklines that showed off their breasts prettily as they bowed, but Bagoas cared nothing for that.
He turned to the lattice door, and tapped respectfully on it. The curtain behind it was pulled aside and the Governor's wife stood behind the lattice. She was a tall dark Moorish beauty. Her name was Durrah, the Pearl. The large dowry the Governor had sent to her father, as well as her stunning good looks, caused the Governor to call her his Pearl of Great Price. Like the slavegirls she was dressed in a clinging gown, but hers was of saffron color trimmed with gold braid. "My lady, the Governor requires your presence to meet his guests at dinner," he said, bowing low as he did so.
Durrah swung aside the lattice and stepped into the central room. "Then the slaves shall help me prepare," she said. Both slave girls dropped to the floor giving her deep obeisance. Had a true man ever penetrated to the harem (which would have cost him his life) he would have noticed that the open necks of their gowns fell down showing the round mounds of their naked breasts beautifully, and kneeling down also pulled the gowns taut over their butts displaying them to great advantage. But alas, they would never see a man in here, and Bagoas did not even notice their womanly charms.
The Pearl stepped imperiously into the center of the room. Without giving a moment's thought to Bagoas, she slid her robe down over her shoulders, displaying her large round breasts, and then dropped it to the floor. As the Moors preferred she had a bit of roundness to her belly, and below that her pubic mound plucked clean of hair lying over her dark slit. The slave girls took her hands and assisted her to lie face down on the pillows.
They then took up pots of unguents scented with precious myrrh and began to rub them into her body. One girl knelt on each side of the Pearl, and started massaging her neck, then her shoulders, then her back with the precious scent. They worked down almost to the mounds of her behind, and then moved down to massage her feet, then work up her legs past the knees and along the thighs. Reaching the cheeks of her ass they rubbed the unguent over the mounds, and then carefully down into the crack so even that place smelled sweet. Bagoas chuckled inwardly as he saw their fingers gently touch the rear part of the Pearl's pussy slit. He knew she had done nothing except share dinner with her master for some days, and wise in the ways of the harem women he knew she would be feeling building sexual tension. If the slave girls pleasured their mistress a tiny bit it was none of his concern.
One of the girls touched the Pearl's shoulder lightly, and the Arabian lady rolled over for the remainder of the unguent. Thus relaxed on the pillows she displayed her female charms in great beauty, from her full round breasts with their dark nipple tips, down over her rounded belly to the soft clean pubic mound, and the top of her dark female lips between her full thighs. It was enough to drive any man wild, but no man except her husband would ever see it. Bagoas was less affected by the sight than the slave girls were.
