The Master was having a great deal of trouble reading the clay tablets a courier from the city had delivered.  His frustration was causing him to not enjoy his noon meal.  The plate of figs, humus and cold roast goat sat on the table only half eaten.  Finally he gave up, ‘I’ll have the scribe translate these for me; after all I never was much of scholar.  Better to let him worry about this, a trip to the harem and empty my stones in that new concubine is a better way to spend the afternoon.’

Master was approaching middle age; at twenty-nine years he had out lived many, and was considered a bit of a sage.  He was a prince of the old kingdom with a large estate which he managed with the help of some seventy five individuals, goats, sheep, cattle grazed on the land, orchards, olive groves and emmer fields stretched between the irrigation canals.  By the standards of the times he was wealthy.  He had copied the style of the Greek conquers and was clean-shaven; which gave him a youthful appearance.  A very practical and pragmatic individuals, when the Greeks had invaded years before he could see that there was no possibility of his kingdoms small rag tag army resisting, so he did the thing that was best for him and welcomed the Greeks with open arms.  He fed them, entertained them, and as a result he retained his land.  Though no longer a prince, he still lived like one.

In the middle of his musings on visiting the harem his overseer requested an audience. “Come in Theodor.” Responded the master.

“Master you are well.”

“Yes fine, and yourself?”
”As good as my condition will allow.”  Responded the overseer.  The overseer was a giant of a man, fine featured and black as tar.  The Master had purchased him from an Egyptian trader, who had said he was a prisoner of war from south of Egypt, and had been gelded when captured. 

“You have a small problem Master.” 

“And that is?”

“The cook has been in the harem.”

“Which of the concubines has he been after?”

“The new one.”  Referring to the latest addition to the Master’s harem.

“That is sad, she was a gift from the Greek General.  They are very tender when they are that young, but she wasn’t that good.”  Said the Master still in a musing mood.  “It has been a long time now hasn’t it Theodor since we have had to do this?”

“Yes it has Master.”  In a non-committal manner.

“What of the harem eunuch he did nothing to protest or protect my interests.”

“Master he is of no value, the cook probably bribed him with sweets, or extra food, he is getting fatter by the day.”

The harem eunuch had been emasculated and was as smooth as a girl; he had survived the rough treatment of his genitals, and now took interest only in food.  Unlike him Theodor had kept his male member, which was still functional.  This fact had never been lost on the Master, who pretended not to notice that Theodor serviced his harem at will.  Since he could not sire any children the Master let this violation pass in return for loyalty.  Theodor was as close to the Master as any living human being, he not only managed the estate but also was a confidant.

“Is she with child yet.”

“That I do no know Master, but if not she soon will be since the cook is sneaking into the harem almost daily now, he is getting very bold.”

Momentarily changing the subject the Master said:  “How is my son doing with Iglath?”

“Ah your boy likes the harem also, he is at her opening daily.”  Grinned the overseer.

“We will have to get him a harem of his own, it is bad for a man to have but one woman, on our next trip to the city we will get him something new to occupy him.”

“Very good Master, and now?”

“Ahhh, yes, and now.  Get my brothers the surgeon and the scribe, assemble everyone outside the gate and tell the butcher to bring his ax and whips, we must do what must be done to maintain order.  And, oh yes, bring my son, it is about time he took part in these judgment’s someday it may be up to him to overseer these proceedings.”

“How soon Master?”

“I think haste is in order, one must be able to trust one’s cook.  How long before he decides to poison us all and take over the estate.  Blast, why couldn’t he have stuck with the scullery maids.”

“It may have been the excitement.”

“Well I am sure we will be able to provide him with excitement this afternoon.”

As the overseer left to make the preparations the master again fell into a contemplative mood.  ‘I wonder if my son is planning anything, or is he to enraptured by Iglath’s little spot to think of that just yet.’  This was constantly on the Masters mind.  With no formal lines of succession and wills having no power, impatient male children could sometimes hurry their father off this mortal coil.  In the Masters case when he saw his father was dying of natural causes he moved swiftly.  Selling all of his numerous sisters as concubines he used the minas of silver he obtained to have his half-brothers castrated, as the only intact male he was formally recognized as the owner of the estate.  Only two of his brothers survived the operation, one was now his scribe and the other his surgeon.  Neither was vengeful, they would have done the same thing to the Master, he just acted first.  ‘In many ways my son is like the scribe at that age.  I wonder if one of the young boys in the harem is planning any surprise for him.’  With thirty children of whom ten were boys there would be a mad scramble for the estate should he die.  His oldest son was fifteen; he had sired the boy when he was but fourteen years. The mother died from the water fever later and the household servants had raised the boy.

Finally with a weary sigh the Master got up and proceeded to the area outside the walls of the compound.  Along the way his entourage, the scribe, the surgeon and his oldest son joined him.  A set of chairs  had been set up on a platform with a canopy to protect them from the glaring sun.

Taking his seat the Master waived his hand to Theodor who announced: “Come and view the Master’s mercy and judgment.”
”Tie the scullery maids to the whipping post and give them twenty lashes each.”  Intoned the Master.

The butcher and his assistance quickly and efficiently tied the three women to the overhead whipping rail, stripped them completely naked and proceeded to whip them.

When the butcher completed his task the Master intoned:  “That is your punishment for failing to service the cook, in the future you will service any man that wants you.  Butcher taken the harem eunuch and give him fifty lashes, when you are done he will be you new worker to bury the offal.”

The other members of the estate were enjoying the show, those with a little presents of mind were worried, since there were no formal charges, the Master just intoned a sentence and it was carried out, would they be next in line at the whipping post.

The butcher finished with the harem eunuch who collapsed when he was cut down.

“Butcher the harem, strip them and apply ten lashes to each of them.”  The Master commanded.

This was more than the crowd had expected.  The field hands were mainly intact males and all became excited by the sight of the women being stripped and beaten.  Iglath the oldest of the harem at nineteen was indignant and fire boiled in her eyes as she was tied to the rail.

“Not the young one butcher, bring her to me.”  Said the Master.  The butcher led the young Greek girl to the stand.  “Come here my dear, I will not have you tortured.”

The harem girls were not used to such treatment and put up a terrible racket, screaming crying and cursing at the butcher and his assistants did their work. 

When the final blow fell the Master again spoke:  “Give Iglath ten more.”

“Father, that is cruel.”  Said his son.

“No son, necessary, Iglath has an important job to do this afternoon, and I want her in the right frame of mind to do it properly.  But this is your first time, have a glass or two of wine it makes these affairs easier to get through.”

If Iglath was indignant before, the extra ten blows sent her into a wrathful state.

Finally all of the harem members were cut down they milled around for a moment or two.

“I have been robbed, my property used and stolen from me, and you have all betrayed me, thank Ishtar that your punishment has not been worse.  Now, women of the harem take this one to the block.”

The nine women now knew what was about to happen, they grabbed the young girl before she could run or protest and dragged her to the block that was used to butcher goats.  One of the women held the young girls head out by the hair so that her neck was completely exposed.

“See my merciful judgment upon this woman, she shall not be tortured, butcher remove her head and place it on the pole.”

The butcher was taken aback by the request, and so he missed horribly on his first swing.  The second swing was better and the girl was beheaded.  The concubine that was holding the head quickly placed it on the pole.  The cook was now getting nervous and was backing into the crowd of estate workers.

Theodor with a short brass sword cut off the cook’s line of escape and marched him to the wall.

“Butcher strip him and tie him to the frame.”  Said the Master as Theodor joined the group under the canopy.  The Masters son after seeing the beheading was working feverishly on his fourth glass of wine.

The cook fought, to no purpose, the butcher and his men soon had him secured stark naked to a frame, his arms outstretched and his legs spread apart.

“Butcher give Iglath your knife, Iglath, remove the cook’s stones.”  The crowd had been waiting for the final act, they would all now relax since they now knew they would not be next up for a whipping or a meeting with the ax.

Iglath’s whose face had up to this point been covered with pure hatred, begin to grin as the butcher gave her the knife, she hurt and now someone else would hurt also.
Still naked she walked slowly across the sand to the trussed up cook.  She reached out and fondled his balls, then played with his dick.  “Your going to loose these cook, I’m going to cut them off you.  You’re the reason I got twenty lashes.”  Still massaging his balls she moved close so that her body touched his, she moved her legs apart so he could feel her sex on his leg.  “Feel that cook, that’s what got you here, are you ready to loose your stones?”

“No, Master mercy.”

“NO MERCY, you stole from me.”  Intoned the Master.

Iglath still close to the cook inserted the knife into the cook’s scrotum and then reached in and pulled on of his balls out.  “Oh cook, you have such large balls, they must be full by this time.”  In spite of the pain, the cook had an enormous erection.  Iglath cut the other side scrotum and pulled that ball free so that now the cook’s gonads were in the open.  Pulling them as far as she could she slashed with the knife, she spun around with the severed balls in her hand and held them aloft.  The crowd went wild and applauded, the Master’s son lost it at this point and vomited off the back of the platform.

Iglath was enjoying the applause the whipping now forgotten in the frenzy of castrating the man. 

“Iglath, remove his manhood.” 

Grinning evilly Iglath turned to the cook and taking her time slowly sawed off his penis, to a delightful cacophony of screams from the cook.

Leaning over the Master stage whispered to Theodor, I think Iglath is enjoying this too much>”

“Yes Master I agree.”

By this time Iglath was prancing back and forth in front of the crowd the knife in one hand and cook’s balls and cock in the other.  There was blood in the air and a heightened sexual tension.

“Surgeon, stop the cooks bleeding.”  Said the Master.

The surgeon ready for this, proceeded to the cook with a bucket of tar from a nearby seep and proceeded to cover his groin with the thick mixture.

“Iglath, open his bowels for all to see my judgment.” 

Still prancing back and forth Iglath danced up to the cook.  “Are you missing these yet cook?”  Showing the man his organs,   “Don’t worry you won’t need them where you are going.  Iglath inserted the knife in his groin and with expert skill inserted two fingers into the cut so that the knife would not damage the intestines, then opened the cook’s belly to the rib cage.  When the cut was completed she reached in and pulled the intestines out they hit the ground with a sloppy noise. 

The Master nodded to Theodor and turned to his son:  “Iglath is mad.  She will want you later tonight, she will be in a frenzy, after you have emptied your stones in her, strangle her.”

“Father, I can’t do that, I love her.”

“You love the thing between he legs, all moist and wet, but I am telling you she is now a mad dog, and neither you or I or any other male here is safe while she is alive.  If you cannot bring yourself to strangle her, Theodor will wait outside and you signal him when you are satisfied and he will strangle her.”

“No father, I will not do that.”

“Son, I am older and wiser than you, this must be done.”
”You are wrong father, she would never hurt either of us.”

“No son, I am afraid I have over estimated your skills.”  Then in a load voice:  “Butcher, tie my son to the frame and strip him.”

More entertainment, some of the field hands were already mounting their handmaidens.  This was too good to be true, the Master’s son on the frame.

The boy was drunk and really didn’t put up any resistance.

“Iglath, remove the boys stones.”  Said the Master.

“With pleasure Master.”  Giggled Iglath as she proceeded to the frame, she was bloody from the cook and smelled worse than a herd of goats.  “Well little master, with the small balls, they are mine now.”

“Iglath please.”  Whined the boy.

“Oh he is begging, well I will make this quick.”  She grabbed his sack pulling hard and slowly sawed through the skin and membranes.  This was accompanied by a high keening wail from the boy.

When the balls were off she danced in front of the crowd again showing off the balls.

“Now remove the boys manhood Iglath.” 

Iglath danced and pranced in front of the boy, pulled his penis out from the body and slashed at it with the knife, the brass knife now dulled by over use required several strokes to complete the job.

“Surgeon, see that my son does not bleed to death, put a straw in him and see if he is strong enough to survive.  Son, your lesson was a hard one, but you will take it to your grave, never again question my judgment.”

There was silence.

“Your answer son?”

“Yes father.”  Came a weak painful reply.

“Butcher give Iglath fifty more lashes, this time on the front.”

The crowd went wild, it had been years since they had seen a spectacle like this.  The Master was thought of as a kind and gentle man by the standards of the area, and this afternoon allowed many pent up frustrations to be released.

Iglath passed out as the butcher shipped he breast, stomach and genitals.

“Surgeon,” said the Master when the butcher was finished  “salt in her wounds, she must be awake.”

The surgeon had one of his assistants throw a bucket of water on Iglath, then he proceeded to rub salt into her from the front.  She came to screaming and writhing in pain.

“Women of the harem, take Iglath to the block.”  The eight remaining concubines lost no time in cutting Iglath down and dragging her kicking and screaming to the chopping block.

“We have amongst us a mad dog, and it is my judgment that the estate must be made safe from this mad dog.  Butcher remove her head.”

This time the butcher timed it carefully and removed Iglath’s head with one blow of the ax.

“Scribe, write down what has transpired this afternoon, tell of my mercy and judgment in the affairs of this estate, so that in the future none shall question me.”

The Master had been excited a by the affair himself, so he left Theodor to supervise disposing of the mess, he took three of his concubines back to his quarters.  They bathed in his pool and he emptied his seed repeatedly in their mouths as he felt the need to humiliate them.  He had rather liked Iglath himself, but one must do what one must do and do it first.  He finished several cups of wine, and kept the women busy sucking him until his manhood was bleeding sore and would no longer respond to the most passionate mouth..  A well-ordered estate required strong action from time to time.  He would have to start paying closer attention to the younger boys in the harem, perhaps one of them would be able to do what must be done, at the proper time.

The cook was left to slowly die on the frame, wall, late that night jackals came and finished him.  The son was apprenticed to the scribe a job well suited to eunuchs.

After seeing that the mess was cleaned up properly, Theodor retired to the harem where he entertained the five remaining ladies. He loved to scare them with the threat of the chopping block; it made them eager to please.

II

The next morning the Master awoke with a hangover, he called for the surgeon who prepared him an infusion of willow bark tea.  After drinking the bitter concoction he felt much better, and order that the wine cellar be opened and a holiday be declared in honor of his mercy.  For the next two days the chores of the estate were neglected as the members conducted and old-fashioned orgy.

However try as they might, the scullery maids were not cooks and their preparations could barely be recognized as food.  So more wine was drunk.

By the third day all were spent and everyone needed to rest.  The estate began to return to its normal routine.

On the fourth day the Master was eating a breakfast of fruit when Theodor arrived for their morning meeting:  “The fruit is the only thing left that can be eaten, the rest tastes like dung.”

“You are correct Master, there are all ready grumblings about the food.  The butcher is the loudest so far.”

“Advise the butcher that his ax can be used on him after his castration.”

“That should silence him.”

“I shall rather miss Iglath, but we did the necessary thing, she was becoming too fond of the knife.  Tell me how many children did she have.”

“She gave you two daughters and a son Master.”

“There is little to made from that.  Does the boy have any potential?”

“Only for cruelty, he is a small bully who when he is not torturing the other children, tortures the farm animals.”

“Then have my brother the surgeon castrate him and sell the three to the next  west bound caravan that passes the estate, take whatever you can get for them.  The boy might harbor ill will towards me for having his mothers head removed and placed on a pike.”

“Very wise Master, my own thoughts are that the boy probably would have swung the ax had you asked him.”

“Better still to be rid of them.  It is bad enough that these things must be done to protect the estate, but to enjoy them as the field hands do is inexcusable.”

“Yes Master I shall see that the boy is taken care of.”

“Good, now to the matter of a cook, let us prepare for journey to the city.  We need to replace the cook quickly before the scullery maids poison us all.”

“Very true Master, who shall we take to the city.”

“The usual, my brothers and yourself, leave the harem as I would like them to remain here and contemplate their actions.”

“We will need a guard for them.”

“Use the butcher, he is the foulest smelling man on the estate, none of the harem would let him near, and he will scare them into compliance, make sure he has his ax for good measure.”

Theodor chuckled at the thought of the foul smelling butcher amongst the bathed and perfumed women of the harem.  “That will be quite the sight Master.”

“Yes it will, and tell him that if one of the women smells like rotten meat when I return he will pay with his stones, I will have them cooked while they are still attached.”

Both men now were laughing openly at the image presented.  After they recovered their dignity Theodor went about his duties, of  having the boy castrated and informing the various necessary members to prepare for a safari to the city on the following day.

The Master having complete trust in his overseer; proceeded to the harem for the day.  He planned to see how many of the eight remain members he could impregnate. The women were eager to prove their loyalty with the image of two of their member’s heads resting outside the compound walls on pikes.  They petted and fawned over the Master and were happy to see him use their sex again rather than their mouths.  By evening the Master had fallen into an exhausted sleep, he had been able to service six of the eight harem members and once again he was sore and bleeding.  ‘Not bad for an old man like me.’ He thought as he rested his head on a soft belly and slept.  He awoke once during the night with an erection and immediately moved to finish off the two women  he had missed, then he slept until mid morning.

The Master was sore and limping as he mounted his chariot to begin their trip.  Getting a late start would mean the trip might need three days.  Grumbling to himself:  ‘The women just spread their legs and I do all the work, perhaps I should whip them all as another lesson.’

The journey began.

The entourage arrived at noon on the third day.  The Masters chariot and horses were cared for, and the encampment outside the city wall was set up.  After two days on road the Master and his brothers were anxious for a bath and meal.  So they immediately went to the bathhouse while the workers set up the camp.  Removing the trail dirt and freshly covered with sweet oil the three went to a tavern for dinner.

The meal was excellent and they overate.  The Master ever alert called the tavern owner to the table praising his fare and inquiring if the cook might be for sale.
The tavern owner replied that he was but a poor merchant and that his wife did all of the cooking and that he wouldn’t part with her services for a talent of silver.

Then the haggling began.  A price was finally agreed upon and the tavern owner’s wife was sold to the Master.  By this time Theodor had arrived and was given the task of bringing the woman to the camp.  This was no small feat since she weighted in at about 300 lb and didn’t wish to leave the city.  Theodor was able to convince her to accompany him by explaining it would be better to be a cook at the estate then to be resting in two pieces outside the city gates.  She reluctantly accompanied him after tracing her husband’s ancestry back to an un-natural mating of a sheep and a jackal, then expounding on his fondness for goats.

It was late by this time and the entourage retired for the night.  The next morning Theodor was sent to scout the slave markets for a good eunuch as a harem attendant. He found a large Dravidian captured in India during the war there, the man had been emasculated and seemed to fill the bill nicely.  The Master had the surgeon examine him and when assured he was in good health negotiations began to purchase the eunuch.

With the main part of the journey accomplished the Master left it to the scribe and the surgeon to gather a long list of supplies for the estate while he and Theodor toured the city.  The two men had a pleasant afternoon acting as tourist do, walking through the parks by the river, seeing the ruins of the Ziggurat.

As the afternoon waned they headed back towards the gate passing as they did a slave market.  This market specialized in the concubines.  The feminine smells made the Master realize he was in need of relief. Since he was eleven years of age and spouted seed for the first time, he had a woman every day, at times when the fever was upon him it would be five or six times a day.  By age fourteen he had two concubines and two children.  The differences in each of the members of his harem helped add to this, since what bull mounts the same cow everyday. The three day abstinence he had enforced upon himself by not bringing a concubine to relieve this problem was beginning to tell up on him.  He would never consider visiting a brothel in the city; such places were for commoners and soldiers, not the place for a Master.  Now he was faced with two more days without relief.  Most would think nothing of going behind the tent and tossing off, he had never in his life masturbated; there had always been a concubine, nursery attendant or his mother to do this for him.  Suddenly he was anxious and worried.

He and Theodor perused the selection; most were course, hairy and vulgar, more fit for duties in the field than as nubile concubines.  Perhaps some desperate small farmer would buy them.  Then the Master spied an unusual site, she was large, muscular and stared both of them straight in the eye.

“What ever do you suppose that one is Theodor?”

“I have no idea Master, but she is certainly no concubine.  She looks big enough to pull a plow.”

“Go see the slaver and ask him?”

The slaver came trotting out already to make the deal of the century.

“Oh gracious one, how wonderful of you to grace my humble establishment.”  Fawned the slaver.

“Yes, we were passing and saw this woman, if that’s what she is in your selection and became curious as to her origin.”  Replied the Master.

“She is a warrior, captured by the Greeks and brought here for sale. She would make an excellent addition to any harem.”

“What as?” Asked the Master.

“Well as a guard of course, she is quite accomplished with weapons of all sorts, spear, bow, sword, and as I understand it is also a very accomplished wrestler.”  Was the quick reply.  The slaver left out the fact that she scared him half to death and that he kept her bound so she would not escape.  He then mentioned that she could be bought for a very small amount of silver.

“Hmm, what do you think Theodor?”  Said the Master who was mildly amused by the slaver.

Stifling a laugh himself:  “Well Master she is certainly big enough, if one of the oxen became ill we could use this one as a replacement.”

“Well slaver let me look over the rest of your stock while I give this consideration.”

The slaver started to grab the Masters gown, but Theodor quickly stepped in between to prevent him from becoming a nuisance.

The Master walked between the rows of bound women, the smell of the feminine occupants was making him more and more concerned with getting back to the estate and his harem.  Then he spied her.  She was totally different, golden skin rather than brown, soft brown hair around her face, slanted sky color eyes stared back at him, tall, lean, but still very much a woman. When she spied the Master looking at her, she did something that made the Master’s heart skip a beat.  She raised her leg and put her toe in mouth and began to suck it.  This exposed her feminine charms for the Master to view.  Her mons-Venus was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.  The man in the hood was long and protruding, the area was covered with a light coat of brown hair, and the opening was pink, moist and inviting. He found a desire he had never had before in his life, the desire to bury his face in that opening and worship it.  As the slave continued to suck her toe, her little man swelled, the lips bulged and her opening began to pulsate inviting the Master in.

Shaking himself out of the trance he had been in, he called for the slaver and inquired as to her availability.

“She is a Sythian sold by some desert dwellers, she is a virgin.”

“We cannot of course take you word for the last, I will have my surgeon examine her.”

Again the haggling commenced and a price contingent upon the surgeon’s inspection was agreed upon, and the slaver through in the large female warrior as a bonus.

Theodor retrieved the surgeon who made an examination of the girl. 

“She tells me she is sixteen years old.  But is not a virgin, I would say she has had at least one child judging from the stretch marks on her stomach.  The girl is free of body vermin and no signs of disease.”

“Thank you brother.”  The deal was completed. 

The deal was completed, and the Master turned his new charge over to his brother and instructed him to buy her new clothing and take her to the baths to be cleaned.  Then he and Theodor led the large female warrior back to the camp.  It was soon discovered the warrior spoke not a word of their language.  So Theodor was given the task of instructing her.

The master was like a child waiting for a new toy, by the time his brother came back it was dark and the city guards were about to close the gates.   With his tent lit by several small stone lanterns he led the fascinating girl into his tent, and called out for a tray of sweet meats and fruit to be brought for they could sup.  It went without saying that the Master was not to be disturbed.

The girl that had fascinated him at the slave auction, now completely captivated him as he gazed on her, washed, hair combed and in a fine linen gown.  She grinned at him and sat down, on the blankets.  Once again she lifted her leg and placed her toe in her mouth, and the Master gazed upon the area with which he was enrapture.

“You like.”  She said.

“Yes, it is beautiful.”

“Show Tania how much you like.”  She whispered.

The Master kneeled and for the first time in his life used his mouth on a woman’s sex.  The girl let out a moan and spread her legs wide to give him access.  “Lick it Master, suck Tania.”  She held his head and caressed his hair, making little giggles and squeals as  her cleft moved against his face.. 

The Master couldn’t get enough of this, then her body went rigid she clamped her legs closed and wrapped them around his head and begin to move her sex against his mouth so fast he thought she would catch fire.  He was having a hard time breathing when finally with one final scream she relaxed.  She took three or four deep breaths then she was on him like a cat.  Her hands under his gown searching for his manhood she guided him into her spreading herself open then she dug her nails into his butt, and they were off.

The Master was used to his own women, quiet, retiring demur, they opened their legs and you mounted them, you plumbed their depths but they did not move.  This one moved like a galloping horse, his manhood was milked like a cow, she screamed she moaned as she felt his seed enter her she went completely wild, scratching and biting him.  He would never go back to the harem again.

They lay there both covered in sweat, he was spent, never had he felt anything like this woman.  She was quiet for a moment then she got up and kissed the Master, inserting her tongue and his manhood responded.  She kissed and licked her way down his body till she came to his manhood.  She licked him, cleaned him, sucked his stones, give his member little bites and when he was hard she mounted him again like a rider on a horse and pumped him dry.  Once again she screamed, yelled and grunted.  The members of the party outside the tent could hear these noises and assumed she was putting up a fight and the Master was trying to subdue her.

Once again the Master seed exploded into her. This time as he shot, she scratched his belly and arms. 

She rested for a moment or two as she felt him soften in her.  “You like.”

“Yes, in all my years I have never felt anything like you.”

“I clean you, you clean me.”  She grinned and moved her well-used womanhood to his mouth.

Before this evening had anyone suggested the Master kiss a woman between the legs, or lick her, or have her mount his face, the Master would have had his head removed on the spot.  Now at this time and this place, it seemed like a wonderful idea to lick clean the area he had just shot his seed into.

She mewed to him, petted his face, encouraging his tongue.  When she was ready again, she reversed herself, locking his head between her thighs she took his member in her mouth and began to suck him.  So the Master who had been with over one hundred women, learned something new.

Even with his pent up sexual frustration, the Master only lasted five times, he had met his match.  He slept through the departure time, and did not awaken till the sun was high in the sky.  She awakened about the same time and gave him a sly grin, she reached under the covers and discovered he was hard with the need to urinate, so she mounted him before he could say a word.  She rolled them over and he was taken for another wild ride, with more noise scratching, biting and pumping.  The Master thought ‘This must be what a lion feels when he mounts a lioness.’

Acting like he was eleven years old again and had just gotten his first insertion, the Master with much hemming and hawing announced that they would stay another day, to get more provisions.

After a quick breakfast, he took his new toy to a private bath, where they both played in the water.  While she was sitting on the side of the large pool, he once again put his mouth on her womanhood and made love to this the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

That night after he had knelt between her legs and explored every corner of her with his tongue and lips, she pulled him to her and introduced his manhood to her bowels.  This would never have occurred to the Master, as this was something done to male prisoners to humiliate them.  With her mouth she screamed as if in pain, yelling for him to stop while her hands and nails grabbed his buttocks and pulled him in tighter.  She screamed until she was horse and reached release. Taking his seed into her nether area.. 

Three days past, and finally with encouragement from Theodor they started the return trip to the estate. 

Tania’s use of the language improved with each passing mile, the exotic accent only added to the Masters infatuation.  He had been so used by her womanhood, that he sometimes dozed as he rode in his chariot. 

Upon their return great concern was expressed over the length of the absence.  Stores were put away, the new cook introduced to the scullery maids, this delighted her as she now had three assistance to help her.

Theodor came to the Master and asked:  “In what part of the harem do you want the new concubine Master.”

“She will stay in my quarters.”

A somewhat shocked Theodor had her slim belongings moved to the Masters chambers.  “Shall I check the harem to see if any of the women smell like the butcher?”

“No don’t bother, but summon the temple priest I want him to bless this union with Tania, she will be my official wife.”

Theodor was shocked beyond belief at this turn of events, but kept his mouth closed.

“Put that new big woman in the harem, perhaps between her and the new eunuch the women will be left alone.”

“As you wish Master.”  Theodor went about his business, and the Master went back to Tania’s business.

The union was blessed and the Master declared another holiday with much feasting.  He was most impressed as was the entire estate by the new cook’s culinary abilities.  He made sure to visit the kitchen often to praise her and see that she was well treated.  A fondness seemed to grow between her and the large woman that guarded the harem.  The Master knew there was some goings on in the harem between the women, kissing, fingering, but that sort of thing just relieved tension.  He did not visit the harem, he was still trying to get his fill of Tania.

A year passed and three of the harem concubines gave birth, the Master had done well during his last sojourn.  Then a fourth gave birth.  The Master visited the harem and the nursery, accompanied by Theodor. 

“Theodor, this last baby looks nothing like any of my other children.  Question the mother.”

“How thoroughly Master.”

“Very thoroughly, I will not raise another man’s child.”

A day or two later Theodor report back to the Master:  “It was the butcher, when we were overly long on returning he told her that we may have been killed by bandits.  I should have check on our return.”

“No it is my fault, assemble everyone outside the wall, and give Tania the seat on my right.”

“Yes Master.”

The Master went to the harem where he asked the large woman guard to accompany him.  Then to the kitchen.  Finding the cook hard at work, screaming orders at her three assistance he asked her:  “Can you use a knife and cleaver well.”

“Why yes Master.”

“Can you sever a leg of goat with a single blow?”

“Easily.”

“Good, bring your cleaver and your knife and come with me.”

The master with the two fat women walked to the assembly area. Theodor called the assembled group to order.

Addressing the crowd the Master spoke:  “I am a merciful man, and only do what must be done.”  He walked to the harem and taking the miscreant concubine by the arm led her to the large guard.  “Take her to the block.”  He instructed the guard.  Turning to the cook he instructed:  “When she is in place, use your cleaver and remove her head.”

The large guard had no trouble putting the small concubine on the chopping block.  Grinning wildly the cook severed her head with one a two handed blow of the cleaver.

Before the girls body stopped twitching the Master commanded the butcher to the front.  Thinking to run he turned but was met by the large woman who manhandled him to the Master.

“You have dishonored my house, you have failed in your duties.  Cook remove his stones.” 

Kicking and screaming did the butcher no good, the large guard held him tightly as the cook castrated him. 

“Now remove his manhood.”

The cook quickly and efficiently sawed off his manhood with her knife.

The Master stepped down from the stand and went to the body of the executed concubine and removed the sash from her gown.  Handing the sash to guard he said:  “The butcher want to remove this so badly, give it to him, strangle him with it.”

The guard grinned as she wrapped the cord around the butcher’s neck and turning so that the crowd could see slowly strangled the butcher.  She took her time and made it last. 

When the butcher finally succumbed the Master instructed that the bodies be hung from the walls for the jackals.

Taking Tania by the hand the Master retired to his quarters, again with just the slightest bit of excitement from the proceedings.  The crowd would celebrate all night.

Once they were by themselves Tania jumped up wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him with and urgency and passion that was unbelievable.

“Oh Master, that was so exciting, you are wonderful.  REMOVE HIS STONES, REMOVE HER HEAD.  Master oh Master kiss me, get on your knees and kiss me I am on fire.”

The Master did as he was instructed and began to lap at her like a hungry dog.  If she had been excited in the past tonight she was in a frenzy.  She wanted him in every hole all at once, she screamed, cried, howled and scratched like a demon.  At one point she even mounted his face and let loose a stream into his mouth, then begged him to relieve himself in her mouth.

The next day his quarters smelled like the stable, but he was too tired to care.  He ordered the maids and housekeepers to clean the room and air it out.

Things fell into a routine his fascination with Tania became an obsession wondering what new delights she had in store for him. 

Tania had been at the estate now for a year and a half and the Master still could not get enough of her.  One morning at a breakfast meeting Theodor mentioned the harem.

“Ah yes, the harem, I had forgotten it existed.  What have you to report.”

“The women are not as restless as one would suppose, the guard is servicing them.”  Actually Theodor was also servicing them but could not keep up.

“The guard you mean the eunuch is servicing them?”

“No master, the female, the big strong female services them with her mouth and her fingers.”

“Amazing.”

“You should do something Master.”

“I know I should, but they really don’t interest me since Tania came.  By the way Theodor had you ever thought of returning to your home land.?
”Yes, Master, but I know that is not possible.”

“Perhaps it is, you have been a good and faithful servant, and should be rewarded. Find amongst the staff someone to take your place and when they are trained I will make you a free man and reward you handsomely for your services to me.”

“Master that is beyond all of my hope, I shall start the search today.”

Theodor almost floated out of the room. 

The following day the was a dispute over canal repair between two of the Master’s neighbors.  The Master because of reputation for fairness and mercy was called on to settle the dispute.  He took Theodor and just on a whim took the large female harem guard to see what she was like.  They were gone most of the day. They returned to chaos.

Upon his return the Master found Tania beaten and bloody, her clothes torn locks of hair missing and body that was badly bruised.  The Master in a rage summoned the harem eunuch to explain what had happened. 

“Master your consort visited the harem, I was outside and heard a terrible sound.  When I came in to see the source, the concubines were beating her, I separated them, and tied your concubines.”  Tania verified that this was the case and had it not been for the guard the seven remaining concubines would have killed her.

Judgment and mercy left the Master as he bathed Tania’s wounds and comforted her.

At first light Theodor assembled the estate staff, and the concubines still tied were dragged outside the wall. 

The Master ordered his blacksmith to chain all of the female children in the harem together.  Addressing the assembled concubines he stated:  “These will be sold as slaves.”

He then ordered his eight remaining sons to be brought forward and to stand next to their mothers. 

Then with the cook and the large guard he went to each of his sons and directed the cook to remove the boys stones and when this was done his manhood.  Working quickly and efficiently the cook castrated the boys as the guard held each one. Pulling their sex out from forward she used her cleaver and chopped boy stones and manhood off with one blow. The mothers screamed and cried, the crowd applauded.

“None of your whelps shall rule this estate whores, if they live they will be sold as eunuchs.”  He told the concubines.  His brother the surgeon tarred the boy’s groins, inserted straws and had them placed in the dung heap. Then at his direction a scaffold was erected of large beams, and ropes were brought forth and strung over the crude affair. 

One by one a slipknot was placed over the neck of each woman.

“My mercy has been sorely tested and it is my judgment that these whores must die for their crimes.  Cook open their bellies and spill their guts upon the ground.  Guard hang them.”

It was a bloody slow process as one by one the women were gutted and strung aloft.  The death was slow and painful.  The crowd loved it, the ground littered with the genitalia of the Masters sons, and his concubines slowly strangling in the wind.

The Master took Tania back to this quarters after the last of his concubines was pulled aloft.  Bruised, hair torn or not Tania was a wild woman once again.  She stayed on the Master until he finally fell asleep from exhaustion. 

‘Perhaps there will be a peaceful time now.’ Thought the Master.

Theodor settled on the Dravidian eunuch as his replacement and began to teach him the intricacies of running this large estate.  With no harem to guard the large woman was sent to the gates to act as commander of the Masters small force.  She terrorized the soldiers in the guard company.

Things settled into a routine and there was peace.  One evening as the Master was in his favorite position on his knees with his head and mouth on Tania’s sex, she said:  “Your kissing the baby you know.”

Looking up somewhat startled the Master said:  “What.”

“I am with child, don’t stop, get your mouth back on me.  Keep licking me, move so I can have your seed in my mouth, I want to taste what the baby will be like.”

With the aide of the surgeon the pregnancy came off without a hitch, and a beautiful baby boy was born.  A celebration was declared and holding the boy aloft to his staff and neighbors declared him to be heir and the new Master.

Theodor came to the Master to tell him that his replacement was well trained.  The Master prepared to free his long time slave and reward him for his service.

It was about a month since the baby had been born and the Master was wondering when he could get back to Tania’s womanhood.  He had been out in the fields and returned to the compound and began to search for Tania.  She was not in their quarters, nor in the kitchen finally he settled on the harem as a good place to look.  The vision he saw left him speechless. The large guard was reclining on a pile of pillows  completely naked, between her legs was Tania, licking and sucking the hairy orifice with obvious pleasure.  The guard tapped Tania on her shoulder, she looked up grinning from ear to ear, her face dripping slime for the big woman’s cunt.  “Oh hello, wait just a bit while I finish this.”

“WHAT? THEODORE!” Shouted the Master.

“Be quiet, he can’t hear you he is outside by the wall, along with the scribe and the surgeon.  But don’t worry you will be joining them shortly.”

At this point the Master was overpowered from behind, two rough pairs of hands grabbed him and tied him tightly.

“Meet the new estate manager.”  Said Tania as she got up and showed the Master the eunuch that Theodor had so carefully trained.  The cook who was standing by grinning had helped him. 

“I do so hate to rush you, but I can run the estate now without you.  You and your tongue are no longer needed, I have the guard to satisfy me, watch what we did when you weren’t looking.”

Tania and the guard made love to one another with their mouths while the Master looked on in wonder. 

When they satisfied one another he asked:  “How long has this been going on?”

“Since before you bought us dear, you do like me, but she is better than you at giving me pleasure, and now my son shall rule this estate, without you of course.”

“It is time, meet your fate like a man, for your son’s sake.”

The Master was lead to the outside wall where the entire staff had been assembled.  Hanging from the wall were the dead bodies of Theodor, the surgeon and the scribe, the Master almost cried at seeing this.

“Sorry we couldn’t castrate them for your pleasure, you had already done that.  But Theodor was relieved of his manhood before we went him on his final journey.  We have a new scribe, your son, who you had emasculated,  he will record today’s proceedings.”  Said Tania.  Then turning to the crowd she held her baby aloft and shouted:  “You have all heard that this is your new Master, I will act as his regent until he comes of age.  Now see his judgment and mercy.”

Turning to the eunuch Tania directed him to take the Master to the scaffold.  The guard quickly fixed a noose around his neck and drew it tight.

In what was a well-rehearsed movement Tania turned to the blacksmith and beckoned him forward with a pair of large iron tongs.  Then turning to the cook she commanded:  “Remove his stones.”

In an exquisitely slow manner the cook castrated the Master. First she slowly cut away the skin, then pulling each stone far from the body she cut the cords. When the cook held his stones aloft the crowd applauded, they were applauding the Master who had not uttered a sound, he was dripping sweat and every vein in his body could be seen, but he did not cry out, he was the Master.

“Remove his manhood.”  Commanded Tania.

The cook again taking her time she slowly cut off the Masters penis.  There was no attempt to staunch the flow of blood.

Again the crowd applauded the Master for he still had not uttered a sound.

“Now remove his sex.” 

The blacksmith came forward pried the Masters mouth open and with the tongs pulled his tongue out.  The cook stepped forward and cut out the Master’s tongue.

Now unable to make any sound beyond a soft gurgling sound the crowd was silent.

“Open his belly.”

The cook gutted the Master.

“Hang him.”  Intoned Tania.

Not satisfied to let him go this easily, Tania had the rope slackened and tightened several times over the course of an hour.  The Master was still alive.

When she felt that the crowd was duly impressed, she ordered the Master cut down.

“Take him to the block and remove his head, and place it on the pike for all to see.”

The eunuch and the guard dragged the Master to the block, where the cook was anxiously waiting with her meat cleaver.  His intestines dragging behind his now limp body.

His last thought before the cleaver separated his head from his neck, was: “Well, I would have done the same thing, I was just too slow.”

Holding the baby aloft Tania addressed the crowd after the dull thud of the cleaver removed the head:  “All hail the judgment and mercy of your new Master.”

Much later that night after the celebration Tania and the large guard sated from furious love making in the Masters quarters discussed the days events.  “You are now in charge until your son is eleven or twelve years old.”

“We have no need of a new Master with stones and manhood.  In another month or so, when we have a new surgeon I will have my son castrated, once the surgeon has completed the task he will be executed.  No one will know the boy is a eunuch, and I will rule here forever.”