Shah had stopped walking. His hands had fallen to his sides. He had fallen into a reverie, which was a mirror image of the woman's own quiet seclusion. The voices of his companions were indistinguishable from the murmur of the pool's fountain. Shah heard nothing and saw nothing, but this one beauty who, in an instant, had captured his heart. When she took her hand from the water's surface, she looked directly into Shah's eyes, as if she had been aware of his gaze for a very long time, but had only chosen to acknowledge it at that moment. Oh! That look!

what else had been said between the two doctors. Dr. Farmun emphasized that he didn't think Dr. Polak had anything in particular against Ziba, or that he had abandoned their hopes because he had been made Shah's personal physician, but, he told her, the longer Ziba's illness continued, the greater the chance Shah would forget about her. Dr. Polak had said, "I know you are a countryman of mine, and cannot live in Shah's Harem. I do not know what the outcome will be, but I hope that all three of us will be safe and sound."

As soon as the shadow of the majestic, appealing, dignified, formidable castle fell over their carriage, Ziba was stunned by its beauty and glorified greatness, how the mystic castle of Qajar appeared to hold up the sky. The great walls surrounding it sent shivers through her spine. She turned towards her father and asked, "Is this my new prison? Did you sell me for anything worthwhile? Was it in exchange for commanding this castle?" Sayf-Al-Molk looked at his daughter with an innocent and penetrating gaze. He was silent and his eyes were watery. Two tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. He closed his eyes and let the tears course down his cheeks. Ziba felt the sting of her own words in her father's heart, opened her arms to him, and kissed his tears away, until she too, was in tears. When Sayf-Al-Molk was able to talk, he said, "I regret bringing you here. I wanted you to see the world. I understand and sense your grand ambitions, and hope I will be able to fulfill them. My second mistake was introducing you to Mahd-Ulya. I wanted you to see the grandeur of the Kingdom, which, at your age, would be very

Aldawla in Qajar castle's mirror hall. Ziba decided she would wear her best creb-doshin dress, which was long and sky-blue. Though simple, the triangle opening of its colour would give a beautiful appearance to her chest and extremely narrow waist. Her high-heeled shoes would make her figure seem even more striking. She would wear very natural make-up, and her golden curly hair would fall over her long neck and drape over her rounded naked shoulders. Her face would be full of joy, happy, receptive, warm and cuddly. Her eyes would be inviting and penetrating at once, as she very formally received Dr. Farmun, like a Queen. In reply to his inquiries into her health, she would simply give him a meaningful look.

PICTURE NO. 19. ZIBA PUSHED HERSELF FROM HIS ARMS, HOLDING HIS FACE BETWEEN HER TWO PALMS, KISSING HIM LIKE A LITTLE GIRL, SHE COQUETTISHLY WHISPERED, "I WANT MORE."

was not enough for you?" Farmun suddenly jumped, holding Ziba's entire body, kissing her from her fingertips, to her toes, whispering, "You don't know how difficult it is to tear myself away from you, even for a moment."

Ziba began to dress and get ready for horseback riding. Farmun opened the bedroom door a crack. Seeing that the corridor was empty, he slipped into his own bedroom, getting ready. The two met downstairs for breakfast. An hour later, Ziba asked Sima to join them as they hunted. She didn’t want any of the castle guards’ thoughts given over to suspicion, and didn’t dare leave for an afternoon’s ride with Farmun alone. When they had left the castle far behind, Sima kept her distance. She spoke with the guard who watched the party from a distance. Farmun rode his horse close to Ziba’s, took her hands and felt Ziba’s joy at the hunt. Ziba drove her horse into a canter, putting some distance between them, and smiling, teasingly. Farmun spurred his horse after her, unting Ziba. It was afternoon before the two of them stopped next to a tree. The autumn sun beat down on the hilly expanse, and the small stream that coursed next to them sparkled as if with

kept me for a year, before deciding there was no use. Finally he sold me to you people, so he could have piece and tranquility with his wife and children.” Ziba suddenly stood up and opened her arms, embracing Deljou. She squeezed the girl to herself, kissing her, and saying, “You are the girl I’ve been searching for, for a long time. But don’t pull out any knives with Shah, you’ll lose your head.” The two of them burst into laughter.

art. This has been a moment of glory I will remember for all of my life. It will warm my body and soul. I have danced for you with honour, dignity and love.” Shah wrapped Nicole’s cape around her shoulders, so she would not catch a chill, when the fine sheen of sweats covering her cooled in the evening breeze. Shah smiled, and said, “We enjoyed your artistic performance. You have so much intelligence and talent in such an adorable body, it’s an extremely rare combination.”

50: SHAH’S HUNT, DAY AND NIGHT

Early in the summer, Shah found himself under a lot of pressure to resolve the problems in Herrat. After weeks of continuus meetings in which he received representatives, Shah was exhausted. There seemed to be no solution in sight, unless he accepted defeat, and defeat was not something Shah could easily accept. He’d simply wanted to get away, to recuperate and clear his mind, the unnatural heat of the spring was not helping his mood.

and women were separated. Even the eunuch, Aqasi, could not help, saying, “Even the first lady of the harem cannot see Shah, because the doors between the cars are locked.” At departure, Verdi walked beside the train until he saw Nasim and Delkhosh behind the window. He communicated with expressions on his face, and with the gestures of his hands. The window was firmly locked. When the train was about to leave, Verdi boarded. He was so upset he immediately went to sleep. Between Tsaritsin and Moscow there was nothing for Verdi, he woke, ate and slept, only to go through the cycle again. Sometimes Verdi stared through the window. In the women’s car, they closed the curtains. The women were not even allowed to look outside. Verdi slept most of the time.

Verdi was familiar with his cousin’s feelings, he knew Shah’s vulnerabilities, what saddened him, what brought about his utmost anger, and what filled him with joy. For years, he had been trying to level with his cousin about his own feelings, especially when Shah showed his more primitive feelings, be they positive or negative. After a long silence, Verdi began to speak, with fear and reservation.

impressions, later on, about enjoying a gorgeous and voluptuous European girl, who has nothing in common with your culture. These girls are looking forward to experiencing the King of a majestic and mystic East, which reminds them of A Thousand and One Nights.” As the subject of the conversation came around to girls, the two became more friendly while continuing their private, heart-to-heart talk. Finally, Shah spoke, “I would like you to be with me, as my private consultant, the one closest to me, at all of my gatherings. I want you to help me be more European. You are a smart and sensual man, who has a talent for creating a lot of interesting situations in order to get what he wants.” Verdi reassured Shah, saying, “At tonight’s scheduled reception, I will touch the ground.”

Paris, and began to show off his talents. The two took the centre of the dance floor. He swung the Princess round the floor, executing a series of difficult moves, as if they had been dance partners

4: THE BITTER-SWEET TASTE OF REVENGE

The train of Shah’s Harem had left Moscow hours ago. Like wounded animals, crawling through the darkness, the women dragged their defeated bodies and downcast souls towards the borders of Persia. The monotonous grinding of cold iron scratched at their ears as the train skulked away from Moscow. They were furious and embittered, and had been rejected not only by Europe, but had been discarded by Shah, their husband, who’d chosen to remain in a Europe which had cast them out. Each of the women felt anger to the core. A heavy silence fell over the train, as if it were carrying corpses. The cars which carried the ladies, eunuchs and members of Shah’s party, were under the supervision of Imam Jum,a, the chief Clergy of the harem, who’d himself married one of the ex-Shah’s wives. He was a reliable man, considered trustworthy enough to see the harem through the Persian border.

focussed on exciting Linette. Linette was always in his arms, and competed with Lida to have the most dances with him. When they returned to the hotel, without resistance, Linette accepted Verdi’s invitation to come to his room for a moment. The moment extended into noon, the next day.

Verdi didn’t realize the time, he had completely lost contact with the world. When his eunuch knocked on the door, and brought the two girls in, Verdi was fully awake. He wanted to know what had happened between them and Shah. Lida and Linette both raced to speak at once. They undressed, preparing to crawl into bed with him, each talking a mile a minute. Verdi gathered Shah was ecstatically happy. He had not thought Verdi and his eunuchs would be able to sneak the girls into his room through the servant’s quarters. On his way out, the eunuch told Verdi, “Shah wants these girls again tomorrow night, and every night there after, if I presume

11: SHAH IN ENGLAND

On the 20th of June, 1873, after a one-hour journey by train, Shah arrived at Windsor Castle, the residence of Her Most Exalted Majesty, the Queen of England, on the 36th anniversary of her reign. The Prime Minister, Lord Morley, and Shah, passed through crowds which pressed up against either side of the road, threatening to swallow their carriage. They passed through High Park and entered Windsor Palace’s rose garden. On the Palace steps, Shah was welcomed by Her Majesty, the Queen.

            Afterwards, Verdi accompanied Shah to his carriage. After seeing Shah off, he returned to Berit’s room. Verdi was curious. He wanted to know how Berit had been treated by Shah, if Shah had enjoyed her. Berit was naked when he came in and jumped into Verdi’s arms. She pointed out different parts of their body, wanting to show everything that had transpired between her and Shah. It took them the entire night

PICTURE NO. 114.  IN THE FIRST ACT OF THE BALLET, LABELLE PLAYED THE ROLE OF A PRINCESS, A WOMAN WHO WAS IMPATIENT IN LOVE. WHEN THE PRINCEss went ON STAGE, HER MOVEMENT WAS SO DELICATE AND ARTISTIC, VERDI COULDN’T KEEP HIS EYES OFF HER FOR THE WORLD. he KNEW IT WAS A RARE PERFORMANCE, PERHAPS THE BEST OF THE CENTURY. AT THE END OF THE PERFORMANCE, BOUQUETS OF FLOWERS COVERED THE STAGE.

different. He wanted to breath fresh air, walking the streets of Paris, before visiting the ballet studio, where he wanted to once more, watch the girls change and shower. Later, he watched them rehearse and chatted with the ballerinas, getting to know them. Each night, he invited a few of the ballerinas to join him as he visited Paris’ best theatres and shows.

it all in, then roamed to her deep inviting cleavage; one which one could not take his eyes away from. The girl was an open challenge to Seyyad. All of the women were constantly vying with one another, hoping to get an appointment with Seyyad. Neggine would disappear into the crowd as soon as the sermon had finished. The previous week, he had had the luck to search out ghosts for Sima, who always sat next to Neggine and appeared to be her best friend.

24: Au Revoir au Paris

Two nights before leaving Paris, Shah requested the presence of Verdi. The two of them sat alone in Shah’s suite, talking about their most pleasurable memories from the trip. Shah quoted a proverb, “One tells the truth when one is drunk.” Shah leaned closer to Verdi and said forcefully, “I must tell you I want Paris, and I want my throne.” Verdi lifted his glass and replied, “Is Paris summarized by Magnolia, Lizette and Lucy?” Shah gave him a big grin, “It’s true, they gave me great pleasure. But Paris, for me, is summarized by Versailles, Champ d’Elyssee, seeing how the fire burns on either side, hearing half a million Parisians screaming Vive le Shah du

specialty. You know how to deal with each person. With a single look, you can tell if the fruit is ripe. You might even take a taste, before passing it over. Whatever this one turns out to be, enjoy it. As long as this situation doesn’t escalate, and I can leave without a scandal, I’m happy. I have not forgotten those French newspapers accusing us of putting holes in our dinner plates! What would happen if they accused us of raping a French girl? You must, when we have more leisure, teach me this art of loving, how you manage to get around a girl who is unwilling.” Verdi apologized for any trouble Shah had had, as he retrieved Magnolia’s dress. He stepped backwards from Shah until he had left the room. When Verdi returned to his room, Magnolia was still in a deep sleep. He undressed and slipped under the blankets. Magnolia stirred in her sleep, feeling his

On Thursday, the 31rst of July, His Majesty had an audience with Dr. Pollak. Shah saw a beautiful woman in Dr. Pollak’s company, but was unable to place her. Dr. Pollak introduced her as Princess Ziba, before introducing her husband, Dr. Farman, and their son, Nader. Shah looked into Ziba’s eyes with astonishment. He immediately recalled his great love for her. His heart filled with desire and passion. Verdi had been away for a week, only intensifying Shah’s desperation for some form of connection. Shah not only missed his cousin for the sake of Verdi’s conversation, but as a result of Verdi’s absence, hadn’t had the company of a woman in seven days. Shah greeted Princess Ziba, and she told him she was extremely happy to see him, saying, “You are an extremely distinguished friend. My life in Austria has been very happy. I am content. I work with my husband and enjoy raising my son. He wants to go into medicine, just like his father.” Shah wanted to know if she would return to Persia for a visit, and Princess Ziba politely replied, “I do not see an opportunity for a visit in the immediate future.” Shah felt very introspective and examined his own feelings. He still had a tremendous desire to capture her. She was probably the only woman he had loved so much, and never possessed. Princess Ziba shook hands with Shah, and excused herself. Shah watched until she had disappeared from him, once more.

Two nights later, the Ballet was premiered in the presence of His Majesty, the Shah of Persia. After the performance, the audience clapped and cheered enthusiastically. The early editions would hail the performance as “breathtaking and elliptical.” All of the reviews were good. That night, Nicole introduced Bina (eyesight) to Shah. Shah, knowing who she was, and her importance, paid a great deal of attention to her. He hoped to see more of her.

2: A GLAMOROUS RECEPTION IN TURKEY

On the 9th of August, 1873, Qabuli-Pasha, the Ottoman Emperor’s ambassador to Austria, was received by Shah. After the formalities were dispensed with Qabuli told Shah, “My government has instructed me to accompany His Majesty to the Port of Brindisi.” They would traverse the territory of Bavaria, taking a large steamship along the Danube river, arriving the next day in Bologna, Italy. From there, they had arrive next at the Port of Brindisi where the Ottoman government vessels would convey Shah and his companions to Constantinople. Shah and his companions were content to be coming close to their homeland, and saying in a place in which the social mores and customs were familiar. They were all a little homesick. Shah was happy to have his meals prepared by the Sultan’s cook, and immediately felt at home, speaking Turkish. On the 16th of August, Shah passed by the islands, setting down on the shore of Greece. He was glad to pass the land, which had given birth to Aristotle, Plato, Socrates, Hippocrates and Alexander the Great. It was the land of ancient philosophers and poets. On Sunday, August 17th, Shah cruised the waters of Turkey, near the town of Dardanelles. On his left was Asia, and on his right, was Europe. In Dardanelles, Shah was welcomed by the Prime Minister of the Ottoman Empire, who formally welcomed His Majesty into their land. Later that day, Shah’s vessel entered the sea of Marmara. On Monday, August 18th, they were able to see Constantinople at a These recollections didn’t inspire Verdi with his usual amorous mood. Instead, he began to feel tense. It was as if he had a terrible problem and couldn’t bring it to mind. He felt release only when an idea passed through his mind. Although he was hesitant to accept this idea at first, it remained there, niggling at the corners of his mind and teasing him, so he could not refuse it.

slim waist, which rose into full breasts punctuated by ochre nipples. Verdi introduced himself to her as Sarvar, and she smiled, telling Verdi her name was “Mahtaab (moon shadow).”

As Verdi took to his new role, he gradually forgot himself. He became confident in his role as a eunuch, and handled himself with assurance. He no longer hesitated with the girls. As

Bina, who he feels will offer a service to the harem ladies that has been badly needed. So long as the Seraglio Chief is on our side, we don’t need to worry about anything. But please, take the greatest precautions where your safety is concerned.” Verdi felt the eunuch’s affection.

When Verdi retired upstairs, he first opened Bina’s bedroom door to see if she was awake. Her light was still on and her lights shone at him through the semi-darkness. She sat up in bed. Verdi’s eyes fell on her beautifully shaped breasts, teasingly concealed in a thin nightie. Her Sultan loved to see his women bathing naked in the swimming pools, or dressed only from the waist down. As I am given to understand it, the previous Sultans, especially Sultan Murad, loved to see women’s breasts at all times. The present Sultan passes much of his time watching naked girls. I understand this isn’t possible in His Majesty’s harem, especially because of our traditions and religion, which are much stronger in Persia than in Turkey. The Sultans here do not depend on the advice of Mullahs in running affairs of state. On the contrary, Mullahs are a form of entertainment, and have no say in the running of the country. There are other differences too. The Sultan has a very few active wives, called Sultanas. The rest of the harem have little or no expectations of having any sexual contact with the Sultan. It leaves them free to pursue their own pleasures. And, as a consequence, they are far less demanding. Neither are they disappointed or

reluctantly dressed Laneh’s beautiful body in a see-through negligee and took her to Shah’s bed, wishing her luck. "I will be waiting outside to take you back to your apartment."

Shah was looking around the hall to see who the other girl was. His eyes captured the eyes of a joyful happy voluptuous, giddy, light-headed, funny girl with shiny eyes, kneeling in front of him, and trying to kiss his hand. As Shah took her and helped her up to sit beside him, with a look of desire, her light mood affected Shah, who began to feel the same lightness and joy as she. Shah asked her name. She whispered deliciously, "Melaahe (Tender Affection)." Shah took a liking to the meaning of her name, and started to tease her. Opening the conversation, in a very light seductive manner, he asked her, "Where are you so tender? Which part of you?" Melaahe answered, "It is to your honor wherever you would like me to be." And Shah replied, "I can feel it. Do I need to speak of it aloud, and spoil the dream?" Shah laughed and Melaahe was laughing too. Her cheeks turned red and blossomed. She smiled, as joy and excitement went to learn how to do it themselves. Verdi was eager to invite them that very afternoon, but, as the younger girl pointed out, there was to be a reception in the Hunkar-Sofasi (Hall of the Sultan) the next evening, and so it would be best for them to visit the following day.

For the first time in two weeks, Verdi returned to his residence early in the evening. He was in a happy, jovial mood. Bina was glad to see the change in his disposition, and his care, as happens with most men, had fallen to her as the woman of the household. That night ended the

to do the same for her; lucky guy. Heaven has not seen such a girl.” Verdi’s eyes opened with joy on hearing of the request and told Bina he would go downstairs within five minutes. He then returned to the bathhouse and told the girls to get dressed and go to their rooms.

Verdi wore one of his nice eunuch suits and went upstairs. As soon as his eyes met this tall beautiful, shy and reserved girl, with shining skin, his eyes did not see anything else but her, and only her. “Princess Astra.” Verdi bowed charmingly, and came quite close to her, so he could see her fresh joyful skin and her passionate, captive eyes. Bina left them alone and Verdi announced he was at her service. She fixed Verdi’s attention, with a sweet soft trembling voice and said, “One of my friends referred me to you. She said you are very skillful in cleansing body hair painlessly, and it lasts a long time.” Verdi did not want to take a risk of giving her another option or another day without adding her awards with his hands. While she was bending over, she

of me, but I can’t see you or play with you? It was you who told me men and women should be equal, but you’re are not living according to your words.”

Verdi was stunned. The only response he gave her was, “Another day.” Coquettishly, Shah-Naaz began performing for him. She jumped up and down while splashing his body with water, and sat on his lap from time to time, grinding her hungry hips down on him. She continued to demand he show himself to her. Though her antics had begun to affect him, Verdi remained silent. Finally, tired, Shah-Naaz leaned against Verdi while sitting on his lap. One of her hands slid down under the surface of the water. He felt her fingertips trace over his belly, passing into the waistband of his briefs.

Half an hour before dinnertime, an exquisitely dressed Bina walked towards the inner sanctum of the Sultana’s palace. Verdi walked a few steps behind her, as was the custom with eunuchs. The pathways close to the Sultana’s door were inlaid with gold. When they entered the Sultana’s castle, they were surprised to find it deserted. All of the concubines, eunuchs, and servants had been dismissed for the evening. The sole occupant of the palace was an elderly nanny, her eyes occluded by cataracts. She had heard them approach and was waiting at the door when they arrived. Beckoning to Bina, the stooped nanny silently led them, by memory, through the

Sultana’s palace to her elegant living room. The Sultana reclined on an opulent divan, a flowing chiffon dress, the colour of passion, draped over her body. The dress was so long, the fabric spilled onto the floor at her feet. She was breathtaking. Verdi’s eyes were drawn along the thin

poolside, to protect them from the fray. Soon after, the ladies became bolder, and also left their dresses behind. They were acutely aware of Shah’s gaze and wanted to be adored and admired by his eyes. Each of them hoped to be called to Shah’s bedchamber.

with beautiful marble. As the class sat and watched, Lylaa gave a signal to Mahroo, the tall beautiful girl, to start.

The first twelve girls, who had been washing Sultan for a while, stood up in line. They approached Verdi in pairs, as if he was Sultan. The first two stepped forward, and removed his clothing in a very proper and polite manner. Verdi became self-conscious being totally naked in front of so many girls, but when he felt Lylaa’s pleasure in her adoration, he felt reassured. Then, two by two, the girls approached him. They started to take different parts of his body, washing him with soap and their bare hands, as he sat on the marble bench. Brave Verdi was melting; there was pleasure in their tactful touches, but he was too embarrassed to enjoy it. When they took him to the pool to clean his body of soap, he became more relaxed and started to enjoy the sensation of the girls’ hands on his body and the pleasure of seeing them naked.

warm and full of loving care for him, as he continued with compliments of their beauty, music and songs. He asked them if he could join them for supper and they welcomed him.

As they walked out of the building toward the building with the dining room, Verdi started a conversation with the singer. First he wanted to know her name. A heart warming voice, whispered, which sounded like music from a bird, ‘Azaadeh (Freed).” Verdi

For the rest of the afternoon it was a harem in hell. A hundred girls rushing to clean, and do their hair, having their make-up put on, and getting dresses for the evening gala of Sultan’s harem. Sultan welcomed his new concubines to take care of him and his immediate private needs twenty-four hours a day. Bina was helping a few girls at a time to put on their make-up or correcting their make-up, as they were trying to do it themselves. Verdi had a ball moving from one room to the other, from the indoor swimming pool helping the girls to get dried, setting their hair, and helping to put their make-up on. He joked and laughed with them, as they, piteous, would come into his arms. As the evening was approaching, they were rushing to get ready and were anxious to get a good seat. And for those who were performing, they were ready for the rehearsal. Suddenly, he heard the noise of screaming and hitting, as a few girls ran to the grand hall, where the girls were having their make-up done. He saw two girls tearing each other apart. By the time he reached the hall, the girls were completely dishevelled, trying to strangle one another in the pool.

Verdi felt like shouting and demanding them to separate. He realized though they would not listen to him, and continued their fight, which was much more intense than he thought. Some girls were encouraging the fight while others were petrified. Verdi jumped into the pool and tried to get between them. He tried to open their fists to get their hands out of each other’s hair so as not to hurt them. It was not before Verdi took a number of fists, that he was able to pick up the

Shah looked with full eyes and open mouth then said, “I thought only a Sultan Abdul-Hamid and I have a harem, but I seen now this is the true Harem. Girls in their natural state, all of them, the most beautiful and chosen, the best figures”

Shah was drowning in the heavenly view that no fantasy of his had ever been able to create. There were so many girls, with such beautiful silvery bodies. Shah whispered, “I don’t think I have ever seen anything like these figures and beauties ever in my life.” Then Shah took Verdi’s hand and asked him to look at their beautifully shaped breasts, as half of the moon with blossoming nipples. “Things I have never seen, could a painter be able to create such features?”

Suddenly, Shah screamed, “Come look at that girl who just came out of the shower! I wish I could lick the water of life off her delicious body with my lips and look into those eyes full of passion, with such a depth of captivity. Verdi, look! It’s as if the sun is in her body giving light to the universe! Look at that curvy, beautiful waist with those rounded buttocks and that hill of

Prince called the girls to his side, one by one. He found out their names then engaged them in small talk to get to know them more intimately. As he took his wine glass in hand, he would pass another to each girl, toasting to her beauty, charm and happiness. Each girl lost her sense of propriety and gave no resistance to this novel experience. His charm and good looks had completely won their confidence and they were falling over each other to catch his ear and tell him about their family background, how long they had been at this fine court and how they had gotten there. By the time he had spoken to them all, he had his eye on half a dozen of them that he felt the Shah would particularly enjoy--- more roly-poly and Rubenesque than he had secretly chosen for himself, but young, winsome, full of high spirits, sensuous, and not at all intellectually challenging.

Altogether, he found the governor possessed many lithesome beauties, including many top calibre musicians who played many kinds of instruments--- panduras, lyres, rebabs as well as the dulcimers, zithers and balaikas they had brought with them from Russia. Not only did they play aubades, baracaroles, cavatinas superbly, but also serenades, nocturnes, rhapsodies and pastorales, with great and tireless skill. Their dances included the Russian kazatska, with the

She was still moving, slowly now, smiling down on him, with a look of triumph in her smouldering eyes. He was not altogether surprised to find that if he had had to choose between these six luscious lovelies, she would have been the one. His hands now free, went straight to her full, pendulous breasts, which he pulled down to him, so that she fell forward onto her elbows, worth it. Finally, in his old age he felt he had done his duty to his son. Deljoo would have a good and pleasurable future in His Majesty’s harem.

her window on many occasions, looking longingly at his sweating torso. The strain of his work in the hot sun made him perspire profusely, such that his hairy chest and even his pants were streaming wet, showing off his manly body to great advantage. He was singing, as bricklayers do, to put themselves in a semi-hypnotic state, as his helper threw up the bricks, one by one, to his strong arms, to be placed on top of newly laid mortar. It was an arduous task, but it was his trade and he was used to it.

Prince stood up as the two girls were looking at him, and moved towards the, sitting near Suz on the marble bench. When Showleh stood up, Prince thanked her for her important achievement and took her hands and kissed her as she bent toward him. He then gave her permission to leave with her sister, who also got a long juicy kiss from Prince.

It was a crucial point for Prince to see if Suz remained sensual and relaxed being alone with him. He was reassured of this by a beautiful smile of accomplishment, which poured from her luscious lips. Prince began to commemorate her, and while praising her for her great achievement, which had been a deeply rooted issue since her childhood, he kept her attention to himself with a look of sincerity. Undiscerning to her, he slid his hand lightly over her breasts. It did not take long for him to notice that her breasts were swollen and responding to his tender

had become quite fatigued from cleaning the hair of one woman after another. Enjoying the heavenly scenery he was reminded of the century before, when the sensuous Sultan, since he spent most of his time watching them, ordered the girls to be naked and have no hair on their body.

When Verdi was in the midst of all, the girl who caught his eye that morning came out of the pool. At first, Verdi, with his sweet smile, told her how sensuous and beautiful she was. With a shy smile she replied, “Thank you very much.” She extended her arms over her head, showing her underarms, which were shiny and clean. Verdi stood up and took her arm, looking at her forearm and said, “How about here?” The sensation, which went through both their bodies,

He was envious of the Sultans of Turkey, with his free-wheeling Seraglio, contrasted with his own situation where he was limited by the powers of the Mullah. He cast his mind back to the time that the Mullahs had created a scandal with his sale of tobacco. They created agonies for him.

His revelry was interrupted by Aqua-Noori’s knock at the door. He was there with Bashi in tow and he left her with Shah. “Come here, my little beauty,” he said, but the girl hesitated and eventually moved slowly toward him with shuffling steps and her eyes on the ground. “What is the matter, Bashi,” he asked, “Why are you so bashful? I just want to see you.” Bashi took her eyes from the floor and in a whisper he could hardly hear, she said, “My sister, your wife, has noticed Your Majesty has been taking particular notice of me, and she warned me last night that if I become her rival for your affections, she will kill me, and I think she means it. Please let me go.

The next morning was Aroos’s turn to wake Melijak. Although Aroos had little personal experience with boys, she knew a lot about them from the talk of other girls as they gossiped every night. When her elder brother got married, she spied behind the bedroom curtain on them

appreciative and pleasing look and Lenia with a ruggish and ardent gaze which burned Verdi’s bones, as these little girls promised him something with their eyes. It was a promise of the most precious treasures they possessed. Verdi was aware that there was a tremendous pull between them, beyond their control.

to kill. Shah’s eyes always rested on the ladies who had generously showed their deep cleavage. The more they glamorised their cleavage, the more Shah’s eyes would penetrate through the valley of love, passion and promises, which would make the girls very self-conscious. The only

4: THE NIGHT OF SCHEHERAZADE

asked his father to present her. In tears Grand Vasier said that he was ready to give himself, but not her. Shaherazade declared that she had a scheme, and was able to persuade her desperate father who was also in danger by not providing Shahriar with a woman to be beheaded the following morning.

He presented his daughter to Sultan. When she made her way in, her beauty, elegance and captive eyes, full of tears and tender, loving feelings, stunned Shahriar. Shahriar became curious to know the cause of her tears. She told him, “I have a sister who loves me tenderly. I tell her stories every night, and since it is my last night, I beg you to allow her to sleep in the same room as me to see her beloved sister, and hear her story for the last time.” The Sultan consented to this petition and Dinazade slept in the same room. Shahriar experienced amazing love making, which was different in every way as this tender loving girl not only opened her body and soul, but Scheherazade always declined. This set the stage in Verdi’s heart to bring the dream of his life to reality, to capture the heart of an unbending woman. Many days and nights passed in the hopes of being in Scheherazade’s arms and hearing her stories. With her, Verdi would feel that he had brought the dream of his life to its utmost glory, having her, meant having the world.

before by Melijak, to be able to sleep with Shah. I became more curious, questioning her and she was animated and told me how she was prepared, saying when Melijak came to see them in the khazineh, they were shy and reserved, but he reassured them Shah was extremely nice and gentle. She said, ‘He told us we had to be very clean. He dropped his towel, the only thing he was wearing, and came into the khazineh, asking our names and getting to know us. He then touched the eldest of us and wanted to see if we were healthy and proper, which is important before going to Shah’s bedroom. He then stood her on the stairs of the khazineh and touched her whole body.

“This young beauty said, ‘My turn was last. He sent the two others outside to wait. He really adored my body and smile. He liked the way I looked, and told me how to look into Shah’s eyes, showing him love and passion. Then he started to touch me, putting his hands on me, briefly holding my face before moving his hands down to my neck, shoulders, then to my breasts. He told me, he had never seen more beautiful breasts than mine. His hands moved under the water,

‘I hadn’t seen him for a month, at which time I could look at him again. Gradually, he started to come to my room from time to time, just to talk. Until one night, I curled up on bed crying in agony from the pain of severe menstrual cramps. After he saw me, he ran and brought me a black pill, and said, “Your father gives these to the young girls he brings in as a maid. I took the pill. He kept his hand on my stomach while we sat in the darkness of my room until my eye got very heavy and my cramps subsided. He kept asking me questions I couldn’t answer. His hand remained on my stomach, massaging it. My body was too heavy to move; it was as if I weight a ton, but was floating in the air. I couldn’t open my eyes. I could only barely sense his hands beginning to move upward to my breasts. Whenever I came to myself, I felt his hands; one on my mons, holding them, the other, on my nipple.

‘I came to my senses the next morning. I was scattered all over my bed. I had no control over any part of my body. My eyelids were too heavy to open Ahmaad’s hands were still moving all over my body. Half of his body was lying on top of me. I was yawning constantly, as if he had dosed of and suddenly woke up, he kissed my lips fervently, and then held my face in his hands. He was calling my name, squeezing my breasts, which were aching. I lost consciousness again.

As if waiting for such an invitation to present itself, the confident, daring girl took a few sure steps, enjoying Melijak’s look of obvious adoration and appreciation in what he saw. While Melijak was staring at her beautiful legs, curved back and fully rounded buttocks, he reached out to feel her sensitive, edible skin and slowly turned her around, so his eyes were at the same level as her soft, flaring delta. It was giving him such excitement. Meljak needed to keep himself under good control and with a serious voice, asked, “Tell me if anybody has ever touched you here. It is very important to know this before you see Shah.” She replied, “Nobody but myself.” Melijak opened her thighs and began to examine her mounts and valley thoroughly, while saying he was examining the most important part of her body for Shah. With his soft, tender fingers he touched her lips and made sure that everything was to his taste.

Melijak was enjoying looking up at her, as she was standing on the top of the stairs above him like a bronze statue of beauty. Finally, he asked her, “How often do you touch yourself?” She

He slept between the two of them. The older one, Shud, held him from behind and the younger one, from the front. Shaya was deep in his arms, not wanting to let go of him, enjoying his sensuous skin. As Melijak was busy holding Shaya’s swelled breasts, her passion penetrated his every pore. He continued with sucking her nipples. He had never experienced such an overwhelming, sensuous girl. It was as though she wanted to have him absorbed into her and her into him. Still, he was pushing for more, as he was rubbing her delta with his knee. She became wild, making it difficult to keep her still. Melijak rescued her by moving his body over her,