Brothels in Algiers, for the most part, had been confined to the waterfront and served sailors of all nations. The wealthy residents of the city had private harems, and needed no such services. But the flesh peddlers of the city had overlooked one important market. Algiers, being the chief city on the north African coast, entertained many wealthy visitors. These had no women available to them. Khalid el Bey was the fust to meet that need, and he became famous doing so.
The women in his House of Felicity were the most beautiful, the most skilled, and the most entertaining in all of Algiers. There were no two alike, for Khalid el Bey especially prided himself on offering variety. Though others had tried to imitate him, they had all failed miserably, leaving him with the undisputed title of “the Whore- master.” Not only did he own the House of Felicity, he now also possessed full or part interest in almost every house of prostitution in the city.
He was admired and respected by the other businessmen for, though very shrewd, he was scrupulously honest. Still, few men really knew the man, and his origins were a mystery. Though many thought him a Moor, he was actually Spanish. He had been born Diego Indio Goya del Fuentes near the city of Granada, the second son of an old and noble family. He was well educated for his time, and might have gone on to marry and lead the circumspect life of a sixteenth-century Spanish nobleman. Then fate, in the guise of a beautiful Moorish girl named Noor, had intervened in the young man’s life. They had been desperately in love, but Noor had been as firm in her faith, Islam, as any devout Christian was in his.
Diego Goya del Fuentes had long been betrothed. Now his sisters took malicious delight in teasing his fiancee about Noor. The fiancee, a prim, religious girl, felt it her moral duty to inform the Inquisition of the existence of the Moorish maiden. On the day that Noor was burned at the stake as a heretic, Diego stood helpless on the edge of the city square, his hooded face wet with tears, watching as the gentlest, kindest person he had ever known was burned to death. She was tortured cruelly, yet as the flames licked her graceful body, her sweet voice lifted in a song of praise to her god, Allah. That day, Diego Goya del Fuentes disappeared from Spain forever.
He wandered for several years through Europe and the Middle
East, finally settling in the city of Algiers. He changed his name to Khalid, the title “el Bey” being his by virtue of a journey to the holy cities of Mecca and Medina. He converted to Islam in honor of Noor’s memory, though he felt no strong religious leaning.
His feelings for women were ambiguous. On one hand, he re- membered his lost love and her gentle sweet ways. On the other, he recalled his sisters’ malice, and the cruelty and ignorance of his fiancee. Perhaps this explained why, though he enslaved women into the profession of prostitution, he was a kind and good master.
Skye had touched him as no woman had since Noor. Her help- lessness appealed to him, and this was why he now carefully in- structed Yasmin about her care. But Yasmin argued, “Why do you fuss so over this one girl, my lord? She is like a thousand others.” The Circassian voice was spiteful, and Khalid el Bey hid a smile. Yasmin had been in love with him for years but he felt no more for her than he had for the others. No woman had claimed his heart since Noor.
“Skye is like a child now,” he explained patiently. “Although she recalls some things, her loss of memory has wiped out all carnal knowledge. She knows nothing and has no prejudices. If we handle her carefully, we may mold her as we desire.” He cleverly empha- sized the we, and Yasmin leaned forward eagerly.
“This would really please you, my lord?”
“Yes, Yasmin, it would. Skye is not simply a pretty face or body. I sense a good mind behind those lovely blue eyes, and that is what her specialty shall be. Like the courtesans of ancient Athens Skye shall entertain the gentlemen with a skilled body and with her in- telligence as well. She will not be used for those of our clientele whose tastes run to the bizarre, but rather for elegant men, men of culture-such as the Ottoman commandant of the Casbah. Or perhaps the sea captains who come to us from the Italian states, France, or England. Together, Yasmin, you and I will make Skye an intriguing, exciting, much-sought-after woman.”
“I will do my part, my lord Khalid. I will teach her all I know. Even certain things I have kept from the others. Skye shall be unique, and she shall be perfection.”
He smiled his wonderful smile at her. “You have always exceeded my faith in you, since the very beginning, Yasmin. Thank you.” He twice clapped his hands sharply, then sent the answering slave for coffee. Turning back to the woman, he asked, “The women now in the House of Felicity are satisfactory?”
“Except two. The English girl, Sweet Rose, has fallen in love with one of her gentlemen, and consequently is balking at her job.
With your permission I can correct that, for the gentleman involved wants to buy her and add her to his harem.”
“Sell, but accept only the highest price for her. After all, we’re losing a good investment. What of the other girl?”
‘The gypsy Rhia is not adjusting, my lord. I think I must rec- ommend severe punishment in her case.”
“Why?”
“I sent her along with two other girls to a party of half a dozen young Turkish officers. They had requested they be allowed to play the rape game. We assigned them to the Suite of Clouds. It was arranged that, as the girls sat at their leisure, the Turks would break in and ravish them. It is a harmless game, and the officers involved are regular customers of ours, all highly recommended. While the other two girls fell in with the spirit of the game, shrieking and protesting prettily before yielding, Rhia screamed in earnest and fought wildly, severely scratching two of our guests about the face. Naturally they subdued her, and I am pleased to say that all six of them enjoyed her despite her protests. But the other girls, of course, felt slighted. They were angry that she should draw all the attention to herself in such a fashion. The officers complained, too, that afterward she wept as one demented. I finally had to remove her from their presence, and send in another girl.”
“Has she ever before partaken of this sort of fantasy, Yasmin?”
“No. She was, of course, half wild when she came to us. But she’s been treated well and has done very well with the gentlemen individually. I believed her ready for this sort of thing.”
“What is her specialty?”
“Oral gratification, my lord, and I understand she is quite good at it.”
Khalid el Bey thought a moment. “She was probably raped some- time in her life. The fantasy in which you placed her brought back the memory and hence her terror. Do not put her in such a situation again. Let her do what she is good at.”
“You are too soft, my lord. Rhia offended our guests. When they ask, what shall I tell them has been done?”
“Do not wait for them to ask. Send a message to the two who were scratched that the matter has been taken care of, and offer them each an evening of pleasure at our expense.”
“It shall be as my lord has said,” answered Yasmin.
Khalid el Bey rose from the cushions and helped the Circassian to rise. “You must return now, I know,” he said quietly, gently dismissing her. “You will come tomorrow and begin your instruction of Skye.”
“As my lord commands,” she said, bowing out of the room.
He almost sighed his relief. She was beautiful and loyal, but of late she had become clinging and presumptuous of their long as- sociation. He wasn’t quite sure what he would do about her. To free her would only give her ideas above her situation, for she was a slave, born of slave parents. He smiled, thinking back to those many years ago when he had gone to a Circassian breeding farm with an Egyptian friend. His friend was a slave merchant in Alexandria, a connoisseur of beautiful young men and women, who preferred buying directly from the breeder so he might have the best selection.
The owners of the farm had paraded before their valued customer and his guest a variety of exquisite virgins and youths. Yasmin had been among them, and Khalid’s friend remarked on her, saying that they had shown her to him in his two previous visits.
“Alas,” sighed their host, “she is lovelier than an April morning, but I cannot seem to sell her. I have just about decided to breed her with our best stud.”
“What are her bloodlines?” asked Khalid’s friend.
“Pythias out of Iris,” came the reply.
“Whew!” exclaimed the Alexandrian admiringly.
Khalid el Bey had no idea what they were talking about, but there was something touching about the little slave girl. “What is her age?” he asked.
“Fifteen,” came the reply.
“A bit old. Is she a virgin?”
“Sir!” The farm owner was indignant.
Khalid el Bey laughed. “I will take her, my friend. I simply wish to know what it is I am buying.”
An outrageous price was named which Khalid el Bey scoffed at, reminding the slave breeder of the girl’s age and the possibility of her being barren if he bred her rather than sold her. They haggled back and forth until finally a price was agreed upon that suited Khalid el Bey but, according to the merchant, impoverished him. The money was exchanged, and Khalid el Bey found himself the owner of a beautiful Circassian slave girl with long blond hair and Nile green eyes.
When they returned to Alexandria he set about introducing her to the joys of physical love. She had been taught its many arts but had never used them. She knew the human body and its sensitive areas well. Her skillful fingers could bring an impotent man to a firm and long-lasting erection. She could sing while accompanying herself on the lute. She danced well. And after several weeks in Khalid el Bey’s bed, she found that she performed very well there too.
Then one night Khalid el Bey had several guests in for the eve- ning, and when the meal was done she danced for the company. Afterward he sent her to her room, telling her that perhaps one or two of his guests might visit her and if they did she was to please them for that would please him. In fact four of Khalid el Bey’s guests came to her spacious quarters that night, and with each she was soft and charming and skilled. They left singing her praises, and Khalid el Bey rewarded his slave girl with a strand of coral beads. The next night and the night after and almost every other night after that, Yasmin pleasured her master’s friends. Then another girl, Alyia, joined their household. Where Yasmin was fair, Alyia had skin like a dusky rose, thick and waving hair the color of a raven’s wing, enormous brown eyes, and a pouting red mouth. To Yasmin’s fury, Alyia shared their master’s bed for several weeks. But then she too joined the Circassian in entertaining Khalid el Bey’s friends.
Several months later, Khalid el Bey left his two women in the hands of his friend, the slave merchant. He made a quick trip, and returned several weeks later with two more girls. He moved them all to the city of Algiers.
They were installed in a small, beautifully appointed house, and every night Khalid el Bey’s women entertained a variety of guests ranging from wealthy visitors to Turkish officers of the Imperial Ottoman Army who were stationed in Algiers. Within a year Khalid el Bey owned twenty beautiful women and a larger house. At the end of two years he owned fifty beautiful women who lived in two houses, and he had begun the construction of his present villa. When the third year drew to a close the villa was finished, and Khalid el Bey was the undisputed Whoremaster of Algiers. Two things were constant. Yasmin remained the head of Khalid el Bey’s women, gradually becoming less of a courtesan and more of an administrator and manager. And, there was not a girl who entered Khalid el Bey’s service who was not first tried by him. It gave each of them a close touch with their master, for during the time they served him per- sonally he loved and cherished them. He had never used force to bend a women to his will. Consequently his women all adored him.
With Skye he saw his greatest challenge. With the proper training she could become the finest whore he’d ever owned. Unlike the others, who all cherished the secret dream of being bought and married by one of their customers, Skye would have no such hopes as she had no knowledge of marriage. And if, as he hoped, she proved totally uninhibited, she could be taught some more exotic forms of lovemaking that would command a very high price.
The more he thought of her the more curious he became. Many times he had observed her secretly in the bath and in her bedchamber. Her figure was as lovely as her coloring, but it was her skin that intrigued him. It was flawless. Utterly flawless. Smooth, beautiful skin the color of rich cream, or was it old ivory silk? He longed to touch it with his sensitive fingers, his lips. Would it be soft? Yes, undoubtedly it would be soft. Would it be soft and warm beneath his mouth, or would it be cool and smooth? He shivered in antici- pation. Although he enjoyed his women, it had been a long time since he had actually looked forward to one, and it would be several weeks until he could even consider sampling Skye’s charms. He sighed, and went to his bedchamber. Perhaps the little houri who was to be his partner tonight could ease some of his longings.
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