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Slaves of the Sultan Book I:
The Incarceration of White Women

by Allan Aldiss

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ISBN: 9781907833014
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Allan Aldiss has written many stories about life in make-believe harems. However, this one is different. It is about life in a real harem: the harem of Abdul the Dammed, almost the last of the Sultans of Turkey, who about a hundred years ago was the all-powerful Ruler of the still vast Ottoman Empire.

1 - The Sultan Relaxes





PROLOGUE



Allan Aldiss has written many stories about life in make-believe harems. However, this one is different. It is about life in a real harem: the harem of almost the last of the Sultans of Turkey, who only a hundred years ago was the all-powerful Ruler of the still vast Ottoman Empire.

The organisation of this harem is well known and the vast, luxurious, building that housed it, the harem quarters of the Dolmabahçe Palace in Istanbul, has been restored to its former glory.

It was looking round this intriguing and relatively modern harem building that made Allan decide to write a story featuring some of the European girls, including two well educated young English girls, who might well have been secretly incarcerated in it.

The result is a well researched historical novel with erotic overtones - not a mere story of floggings and beatings, but very much a real story of subjugated white women. It is based on fact.

This then is an Allan Aldiss story with a difference.



Dramatis Personae



His Imperial Highness Abdul Hamid II - Sultan of Turkey and of the Ottoman Empire

His Highness the Kizlar Aghasi - The Chief Black Eunuch

Agha Selim - The Commander of the Syrian or Green Orta

Tulip - One of Agha Selim's assistant eunuchs

Agha Kasim - The Agha of the Gedekli

Agha Vazid - The Agha of the Innocent Virgins

Agha Ali - The Commander of the Balkan or Blue Orta

Agha Manju - The Agha of the Curved Bellies

Shu-shu - The Sultan's pet white eunuch dwarf

Agha Turki - The Commander of the Greek or Blue and White Orta

Madeleine - A French slavegirl, formerly a governess

Helene - A Greek slavegirl, married to a rebel

Jane Carmichael - An English slavegirl

Fazileh-hanum - A Turkish slave dealer

Helen Hamilton - A friend of Jane

Ayab Bey - Equerry to the His Imperial Highness



Historical Background



Before the First World War the Ottoman Empire was a police state with a vast network of spies, stretching from the Caucasian Mountains to the Sahara Desert and from the Balkans to the Red Sea. Sultan Abdul Hamid II was revered by Moslems as the Padishah, the All-Highest, the Shadow of Allah on Earth. But he was known in Europe, and among his many Christian subjects, as Abdul the Damned.

Like many dictators he was obsessed with fear of assassination, particularly by members of the large and oppressed Christian provinces of the Empire. He only felt really safe in the harem quarters of his two modern palaces: the Dolmabahcheh (modern Turkish spelling: Dolmabahçe) on the edge of the Bosphorus, and the Yildiz (modern spelling: Y?ld?z) set in a park on a hill above.

These harems held his collection of white concubines, mainly Christians, who were kept cowed and constantly at his disposal by his black eunuchs. Their names quite unknown outside the walls of the harem. So were those of the four Kadins, the Sultan's favourites and often the mothers of his sons.

For centuries the Sultans had never married. Thus, like all the earlier Turkish Sultans, Abdul Hamid II was the product of a union between a Sultan and a slave woman. His father was the then twenty year old Sultan Abdul Mejid. His mother was a blond Circassian slavegirl, Pirimujgan, who had first come to the Sultan's notice as a dancing girl in the harem of his brother-in-law, a Pasha.

His sister, noticing her brother's interest in the girl, had given her to him as a present for the Moslem festival of Eid. Pirimujgan was now dead, her brief period of glory as the Valideh Sultana, the mother of the Sultan, was over - and the dreaded Kizlar Aghasi ruled the harem alone.

Abdul Hamid's grandfather was the great reforming Sultan Mahmud II, who had finally broken the power of the Janissaries, the elite corps of white soldiers seized as boys from the Christian provinces of the Empire and raised as fanatical Moslems.

A Sultan, of course, never publicly acknowledged the identity of his women. But it was generally accepted that that Mahmud's mother had been an aristocratic French slavegirl: Aimée du Bucq de Rivéry, a cousin of the Empress Josephine, the first wife of Napoleon.

Aimée had been captured by Barbary Corsairs whilst returning to her parents in France from a convent in Martinique in the Caribbean. The corsairs took her to the Bey of Algiers, who was so struck by the girl's beauty that he sent her a present to Sultan Abdul Hamid I, who promptly incarcerated her in his harem.





Chapter 1 - The Sultan Relaxes



It was a warm Spring evening in Constantinople just a hundred years ago. The Sultan was sitting back in his favourite armchair in the large villa that housed his harem in the park-like complex of the Yildiz Palace. He was relaxing after a busy day, listening to the pretty woman kneeling at his feet. She was reading him a salacious French novel.

It made a change from the usual displays of half naked dancing girls that the eunuch commanders of the various Ortas or brigades, into which his concubines were divided, vied with each to put on to arouse their Master's jaded libido.

The Sultan, a slight saturnine figure with a prominent hook nose over a long moustache and the piercing eyes of a ruthless voluptuary, smiled as he listened to the young woman's voice. Glad to be out of his gold encrusted uniform, he was relaxing in a loose silken robe. Like all educated Turks, he was fluent in French; how delightful it now was to have a well educated, if reluctant, French slavegirl to read him the arousing story.

But the Sultan's real joy came from actually owning this beautiful Frenchwoman, whom he had allowed to keep her name: Madeleine. A feeling of power surged through his loins as he looked down at this once free European woman, now kept helpless, locked up in his harem, isolated from the sight of other men.

Through the elaborately barred window he looked out onto the well tended park and beyond it down onto the vivid blue of the Bosphorus, and up onto the green hills beyond. It all made a beautiful sight.

An equally beautiful sight was the twenty eight year old woman herself. Tall, with dark hair, flashing eyes and a good figure, she was despite her French nationality wearing the green coloured harem dress of a slavegirl of the Syrian Orta, which was largely made up of Christian Lebanese girls. However, she was now loaned to Agha Kasim's team of Gedekli - a dozen of the most beautiful young virgins, often still uncircumcised, in his harem. These were mainly blond girls from the Caucasus and were the Sultan's specially trained maids-in-waiting, or body servants.

The Sultan smiled as he remembered his delight when the Agha Selim, the Commander of the Syrian Orta who had bought her, had told him that thanks to her strict convent up-bringing she was still a virgin. Normally she would have been put into the Court of Innocent Virgins, her beauty lips carefully sewn up to preserve her virginity. And to preserve innocence she would have been kept isolated from the other harem slavegirls who would have had already encountered the Imperial manhood.

Here, deliberately kept untrained in the arts of love, she would have been kept under the supervision of Agha Vazid with half a dozen other virgins from different Ortas - but with one thing in common: none of them would have even seen an erect manhood. They provided a pool of beautiful and innocent virgins, each awaiting deflowering by the Sultan.

They made an interesting change from the well trained concubines of the various Ortas. The Sultan would periodically amuse himself by looking down at them from behind a lattice screen as he discussed with the Kizlar Aghasi which was ready for plucking - or rather for her virginity to be offered up to him as she lay chained, helpless and horrified on his bed.

Then, after deflowering, she would have joined the girls of her Orta. Thus she would have had no opportunity to tell her still innocent previous companions what had happened to her - and what awaited them.

However, as this Frenchwoman was rather older than the run of his innocent virgins, he had decided as a rather erotic joke to incorporate her temporarily into his other team of virgins: the Gedekli. These virgins, sensuously half naked, with their beauty lips carefully sewn up and sealed with the Imperial seal, served in the Sultan's private apartments as his Maids of Honour. Here they were responsible under their experienced eunuch overseer for dressing and bathing the Sultan, for cleaning him after he made love or relieved himself. They washed his clothes, served his food and coffee, ritually washed him before the frequent regular Moslem prayers - and even, sometimes, aroused him with their fingers and tongues before he enjoyed one or more of his concubines, or took a virgin from the Court of Innocent Virgins.

They were also responsible for bringing him refreshments when he was enjoying one or more of his concubines and for attending on him by day or by night whenever he answered a call of nature.

The Gedekli might still be uncircumcised, but their beauty lips were also kept carefully sewn up by Kasim, a young eunuch Agha in charge of the Gedekli, to keep them pure and unable to masturbate. Kasim had only recently been promoted to Agha, but like his colleague, the Agha of the Innocent Virgins, he knew all about the naughty tricks that young uncircumcised white girls could get up to.

The Sultan smiled as he remembered how for the first time, Madeleine, her breasts held close together by their nipple chain and with her beauty lips carefully sewn up and sealed with the Imperial seal, had come running to his call to dress him for yet another audience with the French bankers.

He recalled how Kasim had then used his long whippy cane to make the shocked and innocent young Frenchwoman kneel down at his feet and, for the first time, reach up degradingly to hold the Imperial manhood in one hand, as he relieved himself into the jar she was humiliatingly holding in her other hand. Then, even more horrified, she had been made to lick him dry and later to attend on his further even more intimate ablutions, washing him clean with her fingers in the Turkish manner.

Perhaps even more satisfying had been when he had told her that he was about to see a group of her countrymen. He remembered how she had begged him in vain to give them a message for the grieving nuns in her former convent back in France.

'Freedom for you may for the moment seems very close,' he had angrily told her, 'but it in fact it is as far off as ever. You're going to remain here hidden in my harem as a slave forever. Understand?'

With a sob of despair that had delighted the Sultan, the woman had nodded.

The Sultan reminisced over how this Frenchwoman came to be in the Syrian Orta. Her parents had died and she had stayed on at her convent school in France as a teacher. Wanting to resist the constant pressure from the nuns to take the veil, she had accepted the chance of going as Governess to a rich Greek family in Beirut. After five happy years there, she had saved up enough money to return to France and, now with good-sized dowry behind her, to find a handsome husband.

But fate had intervened.

On the Turkish passenger ship to Constantinople, from where she was going to take a ship to Marseilles, she had been spotted by a scout from a leading firm of white slavers. Such a pretty and rare bird, he had decided, would be wasted returning to France to be Governess in a Christian household when she could be kept caged in Turkey in the harem of a good Moslem.

He became even more determined to get his hands on her when it became increasingly clear on the voyage that she was a well-educated and intelligent woman. A lusty Turk would enjoy bending such a woman to his desires all the more. Moreover, once locked up in his harem, his black eunuchs would of course make sure that she now dedicated herself to his pleasure with no thought of her own. The slaver had therefore bribed the Captain to issue a death certificate, stating that the girl had fallen overboard and been drowned the night before they arrived.

The slaver was a close contact of Agha Selim, the Commander of the Syrian Orta of the Imperial Harem. As she had been on her way back from Syria, he had offered her to him. Sensing a highly profitable opportunity and a way of getting one up on his great rivals, Agha Ali, the Commander of the Balkan Orta, Selim had snapped her up - despite her high price as a rare French slave. However, the dark haired young woman had proved to be pouting and self opinionated and it had taken young Agha Kasim several canings to break her into slavery and into her new degrading duties. Clearly she had also resented being supervised by a eunuch younger than herself.

Even now, looking down at her, the Sultan noted how her green coloured transparent silken pantaloons, through which gleamed her long legs, also scarcely hid the marks of a recent caning on her soft plump bottom - a sign that she had failed to treat her eunuch overseer with the instant obedience and proper respect that he expected from the young virgins under his control.

Kneeling up with her knees respectfully parted, her green cutaway harem pantaloons disclosed as with all the Gedekli the laces of her carefully sewn up beauty lips with the Imperial seal hanging down between her legs. The Sultan smiled secretively. Although she did not yet know it, those laces were due to be cut later that night to enable him, after she had been well oiled, to take her virginity - she would then, of course, have to leave the virginal Gedekli and rejoin Agha Selim's Syrian Orta.

A similar green coloured and embroidered bolero discreetly disclosed her firm breasts. A short light chain joined rings through her nipples, holding her breasts close together to give the cleavage that the eunuchs like to see on a white slavegirl. It was, moreover, a cleavage that served a useful purpose - forming, when the Sultan's fancy took him, a tight cushion for his throbbing manhood.

Round her neck was locked a collar of well polished steel. A lead had been fastened to the back. This lead was held by Tulip, a young eunuch overseer from her parent Orta, standing behind her. Each of the senior eunuchs in charge of an Orta had several junior eunuchs on their staff, often mere youths. To these they would delegate control, supervision and training of individual young women, or groups of women.

Like all the other eunuchs of the Imperial Harem, Tulip was proudly wearing a red fez on his head and was dressed in the Stambouline, a long black double-breasted morning coat, black trousers, stiff upturned white collar and black tie, worn by officials of the Ottoman Empire. Except for his red fez and black face and hands, he might well have been a well-dressed young gentleman in Paris or London. It was a dress that deliberately contrasted incongruously with that of the half naked young white Frenchwoman whose lead he was holding - as, of course, did his jet black skin.

In Tulip's free hand he was also proudly holding, like a military officer's swagger stick and as a similar sign of his authority, a long whippy bamboo cane with a curved handle. It was a cane that he had learned, despite his small size, to administer well and painfully to the backsides of the grown-up girls in his charge.

Here the cane was intended to ensure that the Frenchwoman showed proper respect to her Master. Tulip smiled as he saw that even whilst reading aloud, her eyes would occasionally dart back for a quick nervous glance at his cane. Yes, she was behaving well - as befitted a concubine of the Green Orta.

Moreover there was little chance of her in her nervousness disgracing him before the Sultan, for when collecting her earlier from Agha Kasim he had asked whether she had emptied herself properly that day. Glancing at his big wall chart on which all the Gedekli were listed, the Agha of the Gedekli had confirmed that she had.

Then attaching his lead to her collar, Tulip had taken her to the Gedekli's Turkish toilet. Standing over her, cane in hand, had made her spend a penny to his satisfaction. One could not be too careful, he reflected, with a new concubine.

In the left hand button hole of Tulip's Stambouline gleamed, like a military regimental cap badge, the green crest of the Syrian Orta of which he was an officer. In the right hand button hole, like the military badges of rank of officers, glittered a little golden Arabic numeral "3", which showed that he had been promoted to the rank of Three Stroke Eunuch. This was the first step up the ladder and gave him the right, without reference to his superiors, to administer three hard strokes of his cane to any girl in the Orta to which he was attached. If he showed zeal in disciplining the white women in his charge and in standing no nonsense from them, then he might expect to be promoted to the rank of a Seven or even Twelve Stroke Eunuch.

As a further security measure, the Frenchwoman's wrists were joined by a length of well-polished steel chain. Even in the secure and well-guarded harem quarters of the two palaces, behind the very high walls that surrounded the harems, Christian concubines were always kept manacled and on a lead in the presence of the Sultan - lest they be tempted to attack their hated Master.

Manacled with their hands held in front of their bodies, these Christian girls could not harm him even when, in accordance with the traditional Turkish manner of humiliating a Christian girl, they were made to kneel on all fours before their Master offering their raised washed-out and scented bottoms to be sodomised. Nevertheless, as a further precaution a young black overseer would as now be holding them by a lead attached to the rings at the back of their collars.

The manacle chains linking their wrists were long enough for an overseer to make the girls step over them when the Sultan indicated that for once he would like to penetrate one or more of them more normally or enjoy a little oral sex. In these cases, their young black overseer would make them lie on their backs in their Master's bed with their hips raised and their mouths open - as this Frenchwoman's would be later that evening, with her hands safely held chained behind her back, until the Sultan ordered her overseer otherwise.

These precautions were all signs of the Sultan's almost paranoid fear of being assassinated.

The Sultan felt a flash of anger as he remembered how that very afternoon, he had had to listen to a delegation of French bankers droning on about his profligacy and the need for retrenchment - just as the infuriating British Ambassador was also wont to do. But, listening to the Frenchmen, he had laughed to himself at the thought of how their faces would have dropped if he had told them that not only did he have an educated countrywoman of theirs secretly locked up in his harem, but that, unknown to her, he had told his eunuchs to get the woman ready to have her virginity taken later that very night.

If only, he thought, he had been able to do the same when next time the British Ambassador had had the effrontery to lecture him on the size of his harem and the need to abolish slavery. But the day would come...



The woman's voice stopped. Then reluctantly keeping her eyes respectfully lowered in the presence of the Commander of the Faithful, she reported: 'My Master, Sire, that is the end of the chapter.'

There was a rattling sound from her manacles as she humbly lowered her head to the floor, flinging her shiny long hair forward between her manacled hands. She had obviously been well trained by the eunuchs in charge of the Greek Orta.

Her long white back gleamed under its thin silken coverings and her slender waist made a vivid contrast with her raised bottom and swelling hips. Once again through her transparent harem trousers could be seen, across the cheeks, the fresh marks of the cane - testimony to the strict discipline of Kasim, the Agha of the Gedekli.

'Tulip!' said the Sultan, addressing the eunuch youth standing behind the kneeling woman and holding her by her degrading dog lead, for it was usual to give young eunuchs the names of flowers.

It was a harem rule that the Master did not demean himself by giving orders directly to one of his slavegirls, but instead gave them through the eunuch who always accompanied a concubine in his presence.

Moreover if the eunuch commanding a girl's Orta thought that it was likely that the Sultan would then honour the Orta by using her for his pleasure, then he would send one of his younger eunuchs to take charge of her - for the Sultan, like most Turkish Masters, found it less restricting to enjoy a girl in the presence of a youth rather than an older eunuch. Despite their young age, these youthful eunuchs still enjoyed the rank of an officer to emphasise their ascendancy over the white concubines.

With his other hand, Tulip was holding the well polished black leather retaining straps of the muzzle that he had earlier slipped off the woman to allow her to read aloud. Normally new Christian concubines, even those in the team of Gedekli, were kept muzzled in the presence of the Sultan to prevent them from annoying the Sultan by importuning him for their freedom - quite apart from trying to bite him.

'Yes, Tulip,' continued the Sultan, speaking in Turkish. 'I think it is time for a little pleasuring.'