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Henry was less than happy. He didn’t see how there could be a board meeting without one of the principals present. Victoria had been adamant though. Lauren was indisposed and quite unable to join them. They were meeting in the west wing of the Kalinin’s palace. It had been set aside for the household of Koreni Kalanis when he had first come of age but it was beginning to become cramped
Part of the problem was that the Kalinin’s son had insisted on five wives initially, even when the most a Kushtian would normally aspire to was three and then a further five concubines had arrived. Added to which Victoria had insisted on her own extensive quarters and with the arrival of those of the Korenis household bequeathed to the Kalinin it had just got a whole lot worse. Koreni Kalanis wasn’t sure what he was going to do about it. He had broached the matter with his chief wife but Victoria had not been keen for them to move away from his father’s palace. “It confers status on us,” she had said. “And that makes it easier for me to help you.”
So, the household of Koreni Kalanis continued to occupy its cramped quarters. And, as far as the board meeting was concerned that meant he and Victoria were meeting in one corner of the great hall of the seragla, surrounded by the comings and goings of Koreni’s wives, concubines and doenyes. In one way Henry didn’t mind; the girls were certainly decorative enough. On the other hand it wasn’t too easy to concentrate.
On the far side of the room, Koreni Kalanis was relaxing with four of his wives. His head was cradled in Emma’s lap, Gerri busy with her head between his kegs as he ran his hands through her auburn hair and the two Melanie’s engaged is a display of Sapphic lust for his amusement. In spite of these distractions his gaze was fixed to Victoria as she stepped into the room; her dagger like heels protruding from beneath the slim cut trousers of a grey, chalk stripe, suit. A sharp white shirt and thin black tie gave her the air of an efficient business woman but what really astounded Henry was her veil. The lower half of her face was hidden by an elaborate metal yashmak formed by interwoven golden chains and coins.
Her eyes gave Henry a piercing look over the veil. “Do we really need to do this?” she said.
Henry, unwilling to be discouraged by her impatient tone, sat silently for a moment. Apart from anything else he was enjoying the sight of Koreni’s principal wife. She had managed to combine western and eastern styles in a way that spoke of both elegance and decadence, of primness and extreme sexuality. As she sat on the cushions beside him, she unbuttoned her jacket revealing a matching waistcoat that was cut to emphasise the swell of her breasts. Henry caught himself wondering for a moment if he should have been quite so reassuring to Anch. Victoria lounged back, the pointed toe of her stilt heeled shoes was placed with precision an inch or less from Henry’s own foot as much as to say, “Get the answer to that wrong and you’ll have very sore shins indeed.” Victoria took one of the pipes from the hookah that stood between them, threading it behind the edge of her yashmak. Henry watched her chest rise as she inhaled deeply from the pipe. The stream of smoke that she let into his face was perfumed heavily with the scent of hunashif.
“Well?” she said.
“I’m sure we can wrap it up without too much difficulty,” Henry said. “But I do need to give the bank confidence that their position is still protected.”
Victoria turned her face towards him. Her eyes seemed piercingly blue for an instant but with another suck of the hookah pipe the hunashif seemed to soften her attitudes. “Hmmm? Well, let me reassure you if I can.”
She moved a little closer to him but, engaged as Henry was, he was unwilling to be diverted.
“Perhaps you could summarise the position with the business. Especially since the demise of Mr Koresh.”
Victoria sighed, took another suck on her pipe and began. “We have completed the first round of recruitment and met the requirements for our initial clients. We have, of course, a little work to do in providing our new recruits with the introduction needed as potential Kushtian wives …”
“A sort of finishing school?”
“Hmm? Mmmm.” Victoria nodded.
“The costs were included in the business plan?”
“Mmm,” Victoria nodded again.
Henry was happy. This was just the sort of detail that Mr Kerrish would want. “So, no difficulties so far then?”
Victoria batted her eyelids at Henry. “No, nothing significant,” she said.
Henry was beginning to understand why the bank didn’t make loans to women. It was almost impossible to tell what Victoria was thinking behind the yashmak. The coins and chains danced mesmerically in the light of the seragla and her blue, kohl rimmed eyes told Henry very little more than Victoria was saying. Even so, he wasn’t going to let that go. “Significant?” Henry pressed, latching on to the one remark that seemed to offer an opening.
“One of the girls is not yet convinced that her original interest was correct,” Victoria’s assessment of Natalya’s state of mind rather understated her views, she would have thought. “But all will be well. The client concerned is happy for us to make sure that she is completely happy with the idea before the two are joined together. Apart from that we have been able to bank the first tranche of payments from our clients as no doubt you have seen. We adopted, you will recall, a phased payment system and our clients have been happy to go along with that.”
Henry knew. He had ticked off the payments from the bank account statement. “It has certainly made sure that cash flow has met plan,” Henry said. “That is helping me to ensure that the bank is able to continue its support.” If there was only one drop out in this first round, Henry thought, the business will have done surprisingly well. He had half expected the thing to be a complete fiasco.
He looked up to see that Victoria had loosened off her tie and unfastened her blouse to the point where it met with her waistcoat. The dark shadow of her cleavage seemed to draw his eyes magnetically as she took another puff on the hookah and stretched languorously. “Is that what we need to discuss? Hmmm?” Victoria asked. “Can we have done with business?”
In spite of the allure of Victoria’s décolletage and the sparkle of her eyes over the yaskmak, Henry was determined not to be distracted. “One more thing,” he said. “We need to regularise Lauren’s position, I think. Now that the shareholding of Mr Koresh has passed into the hands of Mr Kalanis, he is the sole shareholder for the business. Lauren was Mr Koresh’s nominee; you Mr Kalanis’s. The bank needs to know what is intended for the future. My feeling was that Lauren’s contribution to the operational side of the business was as important as your own, Mrs Kalanis.” Henry felt that reintroducing some formality would help return the discussion to a professional level. “Will Lauren continue to be involved in the business in some way.”
Victoria smirked behind her yashmak. Her intentions were that Lauren would be very much involved in the business although perhaps as stock rather than staff. She still hadn’t decided yet, it all depended whether her tight little butt and naturally perky tits presented a threat in the Kalanis household or not. It remained to be seen if she was going to stay or whether, as was a distinct possibility, she would have another role entirely. Victoria turned to Henry. “I think her main focus at the moment is resolving the problem with the girl that I mentioned earlier,” she said. “She’s going to be most anxious to put that right.” Another draw on the hookah provoked a giggle.
Henry could tell that Victoria was becoming progressively more fuddled by the hushanif but, he felt, he had got what he had come for. “That’s very good news, Mrs Kalanis,” he said. “I’m sure that the bank will be happy with that.”
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Hushna Hannish felt he was beginning to make an impression on his charges. If this first set of women were well trained, there would be a bonus and the opportunity for further amusement, he had been assured.
As far as Hakshim was concerned it was the best job he could imagine. Sure, they were only Russian girls but their bodies were good to look at and better to enjoy. And he could remember the behaviour of the Russians when they had run the country, this was a chance to pay them back for some of their arrogance.
Husna felt the same, he’d watched from hiding, terrified of being discovered as a group of Russian soldiers had raped his sister. He’d enjoyed this opportunity to take some revenge.
The seven girls were naked now, chained by their necks to rings in the wall of the small cell under the Kalanis seragla with the traditional ancluses, shackles, locked around their ankles. The woman Victoria had proved most inventive in the other restraints that she had been able to make available, Husna thought. He particularly liked the ring gags; the way that they stretched the mouth open, leaving it ready for the attentions of his cock. Now, though, they were quiet of their own accord and it was time for them to start learning how to behave as good Kushtian girls. Quiet, respectful submissive was how Kushtian men liked their wives and that was how these girls would be trained to behave.
He got Hakshim to herd the girls out of their cell into the larger room. Hakshim was becoming expert with the short tailed whip, using it to drive the women forward or to steer them to a particular spot. Under his directions the seven were soon standing, backs against one cold stone wall of the room, with their hands held up behind their heads. One of the girls bore the scarlet tracks across her belly and breasts from where the whip had shown her what to do. The others had soon fallen into place, to Hakshim’s disappointment.
“You will all cover your heads and faces,” Husna announced, pointing to a pile of dark cloth in one corner of the room. “Your husbands will be interested in your cunts and tits, even in your arses perhaps,” he smiled seeing the effect his words had on the girls, “but you must learn modesty when it comes to your faces. Do it now!”
The words were barely out of his mouth before a snick from Hakshim’s whip encouraged the girls to move quickly. They quickly fell on the dark cloth, each grabbing pieces and arranging them to cover their heads and faces. Hakshim encouraged them back against the wall as soon as they were ready.
“Better,” Husna said addressing the seven veiled but otherwise naked women. “You will soon learn modesty like that.”
“They need names. Names for things we can see.” Hakshim volunteered. “This one; Dark Nipples.” He reached out and squeezed the tits of the first girl in the line, bringing a distressed whimper. “This one; Heavy Tits,” he laughed.
Husna joined in the game. “Thick Lips,” he said grasping the third girl by her prominent labia with a resulting distressed cry form the girl concerned, “and Blonde Cunt.” The fourth yelped as Hushna took hold of a handful of her pubic hair. The other three turned towards the two men in expectation of further humiliating attention. “This one - Pit Belly – you could sink your cock in this one’s navel.”
“What about the last two?” Hakshim made his way along the line to the remaining two girls. He ran his hands across the buttocks of one of them. “Pock Arse, this one.”
“Sure that’s not your teeth marks? What about this one then.” Husna played for while with the last girl’s tits and belly, parting her thighs with his hand. In time, in spite of her distress, his fondling brought about a moistness between her legs. “Huh!” he exclaimed as he felt the slippy secretions on his fingers. “Honey Dripper. That’ll do for her.” Hushnah confronted the girls. “Know your names, now do you?”
Vague mutters of assent came back to him.
“Well, call them out. Let us hear you. We want to be sure you’re getting things right.”
“You start,” Hakshim struck out with his whip at the first.
“Ahh!” she exclaimed in pain, “Dark Nipples, Sir.”
The others sang out in turn; “Heavy Tits.”
“Th – th – thick lips, Sir.”
“Blonde Cunt.” Husna though he detected defiance in the slight pause before the girl’s response but she would soon learn.
“Uh – Pit Belly, Sir”
“Pock, Pock Arse,” the next sobbed.
Then finally, “H – h- Honey Dripper.”
“Very good,” Husna Hannish approved. “Make sure you remember them. You’ll find that you have plenty of other things to learn.”
Hakshim smirked, he was looking forward to helping with their further education.
© Freddie Clegg 2009
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