The shoreline front had lapping ocean water rolling up tamed from making its way into the cove-like setting onto the expansive beach bursting in crystallized white sand. The sloping beach gave way merging to the higher ground with manicured green grass kept freshly trimmed touching the cement of the open large patio.
The area with an oversized grill and bar an outdoor pool was surrounded on either side by gas-lanterns that when lit would provide light well into the evenings.
The sprawling complex had a series of connected buildings with rooms for the harem women and t-girls at one end. The sultan’s quarters had a northern exposure that protected it from the constant eastern breeze that came through every evening at a steady pace when the sun went down. Two massive looking guards stood watch outside the entrance tasked with letting in only those approved by his highness Bashim.
All the males on the security team knew better than to treat the harem girls as their own playthings. The lone neutered eunuch on the staff given the number ‘7’ replacing his name had once been a palace protector who had erroneously forgotten the strict order. No male guard there wanted to be castrated as he had experienced.
Madame Ishtar had all the harem girls accept themselves as sisters treating each in a loving manner there to fulfill two purposes. The first was to relish their femininity doing whatever they could to enhance their beauty and sexuality and submissive natures.
The 2nd and primary focus was to seek ways to please the sultan and all male guests he may invite to his island retreat.
When not performing their slave duties for the sultan instead of being frowned on sexual interaction between the women was encouraged within reason. It often kept them in a stupor-like state reaffirming their status as mere luscious or in some cases both voluptuous feminine playthings.
For the new harem girls and t-girls the first month had them kept naked aware what scanty outfits the others were permitted to wear had been earned and spoke to their place on the sultan’s pecking order as it were.
The tall Shisha smoking pipe was centered in the one corner surrounded by floor pillows that lay on a large padded mattress. It was enough it could accommodate 6 or 7 bodies at a time. Taking a few hits in the morning the mixture of flavored herbs mingling with marijuana provided a constant buzz that kept many a harem girl’s senses dulled creating a docile feeling while addling their brain functionality.
Along with the Muslimah trans sexual Helinah known as slave Cici the full-bodied t-girls Shakira and Kayla took their t-girl sister ‘Gigi’ under their wing even more so than then the other harem girls. The three were tasked with monitoring Gigi’s female hormones and t-blocker dosages. Though all the harem girls knew they would get in the good graces of the head female Ishtar the more they brought out Gigi’s femininity.
With brief moments of rebellion early on in the 1st month or so the ‘Gigi’ persona soon started holding sway way overtaking whatever ‘Nigel’ personality remained as it made its way towards being near totally eliminated the next few months.
The hint of opium was addicting enough to draw the girls to the hookah pipe to partake in their daily feeding of locally grown weed.
Gigi’s body felt so nice being made smooth lounging on the cushions he turned to see the three t-girls join him along with the genetic girls Nura and Sahar. Seeing their beauty was enough he tweaked the expanding nipples and areolas on his chest.
The womanly folds of her vagina glistening the feminine delight Sahar lowered her pussy to his mouth. With an element of envy Gigi had grown attached to licking all of the women’s vulvas. Twisting her vivacious body the harem girl moved so Shakira could nuzzle at her sumptuous breasts as the harem girls sprawled out.
Nura took to scissoring her vagina against the thigh of Cici as the slave girl licked Gigi’s slit of a crack between his butt cheek. Thinking herself as much a woman as the genetic females Kayla could feel her penis press against the restriction of her chastity cage. Her large milky breasts swayed gently in tandem made easier from the nipple piercing and the sliver chain that kept them linked together.
Sahar screeched out
“Sister Gigi…my sister Gigi…your tongue feels so feminine…kiss the lips of my pussy with yours…ohhhh I love being a woman…..ohhhh you will too….it is the wish of our master…..eewwwww my climax ….yesssss….it’s so nice being a kept woman.”
Gigi could feel himself falling deeper into the world of the feminine a look at his painted nails on his hands and thin arms made him feel so girlish. Sahar ran her hand over the smooth softness of Gigi’s face. The series of laser hair removal treatments had left him with the look of a female once the hair follicles had become eradicated never to return.
The prettiness of his face was aided by the female hormones it had taken effort yet now he could apply his powders and colors as though he had always worn makeup.
Sahar spread her legs as Gigi pivoted moving his back to lay on her thighs while cooing out from the feeling of slave girl Cici’s tongue. Giving Cici better access the transwoman licked pushing her tongue deep within past the rosebud entrance. It made Gigi feel like he had a pussy. Sahar bent letting her breasts slide along Gigi’s lips. Lifting back up her own hands played with Gigi’s budding b-cups.
“You’re ready for the Madame’s gift…soon Ishtar will take you away for a spell….wait until you return….you’ll be even more a woman.”
He took in the words yet wasn’t entirely sure what she meant. Suddenly he squealed out.
“Eeewwwww, eeewwwww…oh Sahar sister Cici is bringing my wetness out…..eeewwww.”
The others there slithered close to see if they each could taste some of his oozing cream.
He’d grown used to ‘climaxing’ without having the joy of his penis in a pussy kept semi aroused his penis locked in the chastity cage now oozed out like a vagina dripping its wet juices along its labia.
Saher kissed Gigi.
“You’re going to love your gift.”
Anticipating the return of the Sultan Ishtar looked at the slave Cici as she readied for her morning duties.
“Here let me help collect your hair in back…I do love how much the sun has bleached your hair to its light blond look….tell me again harem Girl Cici…you’ve been here how long?”
The beautiful Cici gave a slight jiggle to her perky pair of b-cups holding still she watched in the mirror as Madame Ishtar let the comb glide through her shoulder length hair. The inquiry was a test so often the harem girls forgot the length of time that it ceased having any meaning.
“I’m not sure Madam Ishtar…I think its 7 months …no wait pardon me I think its 9 months then again perhaps it’s a year.”
“It seems Omar that male friend of Master Bashim’s you serviced during his last stay took a liking to you….yes he expressed a desire to own you and bring you back to Kuwait to live in his palace. I suppose you being of Muslim faith added to your attractiveness ….so many muslimahs like you have been blessed to be docile t-girls turned slave.”
Ishtar took up the makeup brush dipping it in the powder she ran it along the lovely Cici’s cheek-line shading it highlighting the natural blush.
“His cock…you did enjoy bringing it to hardness…..I think it comes naturally to harem girls like you that are so feminine-passive when in the presence of a male like him.”
Cici thought back to the afternoon her and the other two slave girls Aesha and Emira were summoned to his quarters. The three naked girls slipped onto the comforting floor mattress awash in colorful pillows.
Emira was bent over her back on the floor her rear end held up on display as her legs ran above her head with soft textured rope holding them in place. Her arms pushed straight out along her body being tied preventing any moment on her part.
Aesha was tasked with using the switch to administer strokes to her pretty butt and that of Cici’s while she sucked his cock. Her mouth slid up and down the shaft aided by his strong hand keeping it on her head as she slurped at his stiffness. There was no other way to say it the harem girl was a born submissive and loved pleasing males demonstrating her prowess for sucking cock.
Deep in her heart unaware it was called transsexual she had known since an early age she wasn’t like all the other boys. Living in Glasgow she took to dressing up in feminine clothing when she thought she could get away with it as she grew into adulthood. Sometimes it felt like she was living two lives. Coming out would prove difficult as her family and friends didn’t want to lose the person they knew as a male.
Attending a gathering at the usual mosque afterwards the hajib scarf attractively wrapped around her head her eyes caught the attention of Sultan Bashim’s procurer of women Ahmed. Willingly signing off on an agreement a week later Cici was at Bashim’s Caribbean island retreat.
Madame Ishtar enjoyed running herd over the harem girls for the sheer rush of the power trip.
“Tell me slave Cici…your sister harem girl Gigi…do you miss her? …you girls are soon to see her return……she has been given a gift by me enhancing her beauty.”
“Yes Madame we miss our sister Gigi… like many of my sisters here she has a strong desire to possess a large pair of breasts.”
Ishtar knew it was a common trait among males turned trans harem girls to want to have large full breasts the more feminine they became.
“….if I may ask will I be receiving a gift like her?”
“I’m afraid your future owner Sultan Omar will make that decision…as to Gigi....”
To think she would be traded like chattel and turned slave in a palace in Kuwait sent a quiver down Cici’s spine.
“...Yes Gigi returns…. you’ll see her shortly…she has come back this morning in time for her collaring if she passes the test.”
Clapping her hands she summoned all her harem girls.
“Come now my girls…finish with your powders and coloring….his majesty the Sultan is ready to inspect before having the harem girls that need it be given collars.”
One harem girl was a pretty as the next as they we led out. The array of colorful harem girl costumes span the spectrum each wearing a matching bejeweled head-dress from crisp white to baby blue and deep purple to the light orange and dark crimson and bright yellow sheer harem pants. Their bare mid-drifts exposed highlighted the thin tapered waists.
Slave Gigi’s eyes lit up on seeing her sister harem girls. 7 months on hormones it had been 3 weeks since she was scurried away in the darkness of the night for her procedure. The moment the other slave girls saw her they took in the sight of the results of the breast augmentation.
Gigi had hair extensions added giving his deep brunette locks a 22” length yet it was the new pair of d-cup breasts that stood out the most. Stepping into line the other girls welcomed Gigi.
“The sultan will be pleased…he loves gurls with large breasts and small penises.”
With the long fingernails colored in polish Gigi’s thin arms dangled along the side of his body. Every step the former male took he could feel the gentle sway of the milky breasts giving him further reason to believe he would never return to what he once was.
The sultans bedroom area had a sheer jeweled drape in back in front the circular large cushioned couch was shaped in a half moon. Silently Bashim watched as each slave girl moved forward before bowing after kneeling to kiss his feet. A simple point of his finger had the girl moving to find a place on his couch.
Nura, Rhianna, Saher, Shakira, Najila all took spots on the velour piece vying to be the closest to the sultan.
As Gigi bent to his knees he could feel the weight of his new breasts almost pulling him down to the floor. A wave of estrogen flowed through him as he lowered to kiss the feet of Bashim.
“Ahmed you have done well and pleased your master…this one here…what’s her name?....lift slave girl I want to inspect….remove your sheer lace covering.”
Her butt having taken on a roundness previously absent Gigi slid her colorful thong off.
The tall male Ahmed smiled at hearing the sultan compliment him once again on his selection.
“She is harem girl Gigi….your highness.”
Bashim’s hand cupped the pair of balls hanging below the locked chastity attached to Gigi’s penis.
He motioned for the eunuch called ‘7’ to bring him the carafe of wine. Designed to make him feel neither masculine nor feminine like the neutered slave that he was he’d been given a number. A late-night dalliance with a harem girl he’d been caught shagging had been the catalyst. It was the last time his penis aggressively asserted itself in a typical male sexual fashion.
Moving towards his master silver plated he could feel the pair of earrings dangling off his ears on his bald head that once were his balls. Slowly he poured the sweet wine into his master golden chalice.
Bashim looked at the behemoth muscled up male guard standing near.
“Tanzier would you like one of my harem slaves?”
Disciplined to the point his eyes remained forward resisting the urge to gaze at all the beauties he replied.
“Only if it is your wish sire.”
Bashim let out a laugh.
“More wine 7…see how he doesn’t move…..you lacked the discipline to truly be a palace guard…now you are neither kindred spirits with the feminine or masculine…just a mere servant toiling at the wishes of your master.”
He motioned for Gigi to bend forward.
“Let me feel my new possessions.”
As his hands reached out to play with Gigi’s breasts the harem girl had a feeling swarm over her that was all she was ….a mere feminine plaything there to please her master. The t-girl’s hands held behind Gigi let his breasts sway back and forth.
Looking over the shoulder of the sultan Gigi saw a large lithograph behind the sheer covering. Appearing to be a hundred years old or more the picture had 4 naked fair skinned white women being led in chains by an Arabian soldier moving past a sitting older master.
Wiping his mouth on his sleeve Bashim looked to Madame Ishtar. The woman immediately clapped her hand three times looking at the slave girl.
Najila let her body move serpent-like slithering to the ground she lifted up and began to lick Gigi’s crevice of a slit between her bottom cheeks. Still holding bent over the t-girl squealed out in delight. First she felt a finger enter her that was followed shortly by another. She next felt some kind of phallus enter her.
Gigi stared at Rhianna has she stroked the sultan’s penis keeping it wet with lube.
Najila began pumping the bulbous handle of the piece letting it expand inside Gigi. The sensitivity of his breasts expanded the more Bashim played with them.
Just then the anal plug was removed as Bashim spun slave Gigi around. In front of everyone Gigi was lowered down onto his hard cock slick with lube. His weak hands settled on the massive thighs of Bashim moving up and down the t-girl slave took to lowering back and forth aware she was being deflowered for the first time. Her large breasts moving in motion she discovered new nerve ending being awakened inside her anal canal.
It was a unique experience as Gigi no longer cared if her caged penis creamed she was more delighted in feeling the sensation of being penetrated. His hands held her at the hips suddenly she felt his cock pulsate and expand. Moments later Gigi could feel the hot cream being pumped inside her.
Feeling drained Bashim let his back fall to the pillows behind him.
“She pleases me ..have her collared Tanzier.”
Still erect holding perfect posture the guard replied.
“As you wish master.”
A feeling of being at one with the other harem girls swept over slave Gigi. What ever he had been before was gone now Gigi was officially a feminine plaything of a t-girl in the home of her sultan Bashim.