Harem

... Agnes staid and helped Ami clean up the floor. (That was a new one. While there hadn't been many, Ami's previous ... men, had always cleaned up after themselves.) Agnes then lead Ami up to the dorm. Several of the girls were getting ready for bed.

Agnes directed Ami to the center of the big bed and she crawled in. Ami had never been able to sleep naked before but that didn't prove to be a problem this night.

... The next thing Ami knew was that somebody was pulling her feet telling her to get up.

... It was dark and quiet in the dorm and Ami guessed she must have fallen asleep. She looked around and found Gina silhouetted by the light coming from Jason's room through the bathroom-hallway. She was amazed that she didn't freak out and could realize where she was. The only naked woman she'd ever spent any time around was herself but now there was a naked woman at her feet and she could smell the room was full of other naked women.

... Gina lead her to Jason's room where the master was naked and sitting to one side of the bed resting against the back wall like a king. Gina and Jason indicated that Ami should climb onto the bed. (What did they have planned for her now? She couldn't imagine any new indignities, except of course for having her sleep interrupted.) She climbed onto the bed. The satin sheets felt cold and slippery against her skin. She couldn't help but like the feel.

... Jason encouraged her to roll onto her back and rest her head on a pillow. And then Gina separated her legs. (One should never worry about reaching the limits of anything, especially indignity.) Ami was frightened and ashamed. She'd never had a woman between her legs and to tell the truth she'd only had a man go down on her once. She felt dirty and exposed, especially as Gina bent her knees up and placed a pillow under her bottom. Her vagina pointing at a woman was bad enough but she was sure Gina was also looking at her anus. (Ami wished she'd taken a shower before bed, she wished she was still in bed, her bed, asleep.)

... Gina very gently stroked her pubic hair. "She's got a lot of hair."

... "We'll take care of that tomorrow. What do you think, stripe or mustache?"

... "I think I like her looking as natural as possible, triangle and like the tits we can always go for more later if you think we need to." Gina's fingers gently spread her labia. Ami knew that Gina must be looking right into her, that she must see wetness, Ami was so ashamed. She felt Gina's finger enter her and then spread the wetness over her labia and up to her clitoris. Ami wanted to cry, she wanted to toss and turn and say no. Her grandmother had always insisted that Ami and Aaron smile while they were being punished because the punishment was for their own good. Ami didn't think this invasion of her private self was for her own good but she put on a smile anyway. It was the most difficult thing she'd ever done.

... She woke when Jason got out of bed this time. He got up and went into the bathroom. Ami heard the sound of him peeing and then a brief shower. It was dark outside and in but she could just see a gloaming through the windows. The bed was otherwise empty. She didn't know when Gina had left but she wasn't there now. Ami didn't remember falling asleep, she didn't remember anything but Gina's tongue inside her. Had she orgasmed and rolled over like a man and fallen asleep? God, she hoped not. She realized that she had no physical privacy left but she prayed she hadn't orgasmed, she didn't want her body betraying her too.

... Jason came out of the bathroom with a towel, drying his hair, and went out through the double doors onto the balcony. He went down the steps and crossed the garden to the laundry room. Ami watched him go and she waited to see what would happen next. A little while later he returned, still naked carrying dry clothes. She played dead, watching with the underside eye only.

... Jason opened huge, hidden, walk in closets on either side of the bathroom. He emerged with more clothes and went down the hall to the dorm. When he returned he carried a few dirty items. He went into the other set of closets and returned with more clothes. He went back out onto the balcony and around to the left. She saw him open other French doors and disappear for a few minutes and then continue on, each time with fewer clothes in his hands.

... He eventually went down the far stairway with the dirties and back into the laundry room. (The Master does the laundry?) He eventually returned, still naked and came back up the stairs by the master bedroom. But instead of re-entering the bedroom he opened the door directly to the left of the bedroom and went inside, closing the door behind him.

... Well, she was awake now, what to do? She got up and used the toilet. The dorm was still quiet but there were "clothes" lying on each of the vanities. (Should she put them on? Lord knew she needed a bath but if she started one now, would she wake the other girls. She didn't want anyone else around if she could help it. But if she put on the "clothes" she'd certainly get them dirty, probably not something that would be appreciated. She could go around naked, she'd been forced to last night but did she really want to get caught naked? Well if no one was up who would catch her? Besides, she was hungry.)

... She slipped down the interior staircase to the kitchen where she made herself some toast and coffee.

She'd never been any good at making just one cup or even two. What should she do now? She could wait for some of the girls to get up and find her naked in the kitchen (or David or Frank. That was to be avoided, she agreed with Agnes on that.). She could wait until Jason smelt the coffee and came to investigate (and ask why she had made so much). She could take him some.

... Last night she had taken solace in the thought that the things she had done had not been of her own volition. Taking Jason a mug of coffee, especially while naked, would be such a good little harem girl thing to do. But if she did it on her own, she would be acting on her own volition and if her motivation wasn't to BE a "good little Harem girl" but to make him THINK she was ... If she play acted the part, experience had told her that while the military may say never volunteer, people who did volunteer usually avoided the worst jobs, which were given to people who had to be ordered to do anything. So if she pretended to go along she could better her lot, and pretending would be an act under her control. (Trust her, it all made sense.)

... The windows to the study Jason was in were curtained. She knocked and heard him call, "Come in." She entered with the mug of coffee.

... He was sitting at a desk with phones and computer terminals, it appeared he was following some stock market. Ami set the coffee down on the desk beside him. He looked up and was surprised to see her. "Thank you dear." He kissed her on the lips. "Now go ahead and take a shower and get dressed." Well she had almost avoided new orders. Jason she realized was always thinking a few steps ahead, if she was going to avoid orders entirely she would need to also.

... The hot water felt good. There must have been twenty types of shampoo in the cabinet by the shower, once Ami found how to open it. She washed her hair and thoroughly washed the rest of her body. She paid special attention to washing between her legs. She'd heard so often about how bad women smelt and while she'd always been cleanly her cleanliness had never been put to the test like it was yesterday.

... Perhaps she dozed, anyway she didn't hear the others until they opened the shower door and came in. There were three of them and they turned on three more shower heads, one to Ami's right and two on her left. Ami wanted to run out of there but she didn't want to make a scene so she washed her torso again. The girls wet their hair and their bodies and then started on their torsos with bar soap. Then they started on each other's bodies with soap.

... Ami stepped out of the way. One of the girls looked after her and smiled. There was a back or two that she could have started on innocently enough but she saw a hand slip between a pair of legs and she didn't think this activity would remain innocent.

... She stood in the hallway with a towel. She put on the act and stood there drying her hair and body. She was determined to show she wasn't half so nervouse as she felt. She made sure to thoroughly dry between her legs though she wanted to skip it. Two toilets and three sinks weren't enough for seven women. Ami dodged into the bedroom before she saw too much.

... A white thong and sheer top had been laid out at her vanity. She slipped them on. What did she have to hide after last night? She didn't know, but wearing something that showed her breasts still made her uncomfortable.

... In the kitchen everyone was making their own breakfast. Ami expected, from previous experience, to encounter several bizarre diets and at least half the girls should have been vegetarians. What she found was sausage, bacon, eggs of every kind, ham, steak, fried tomatoes and fried potatoes, gobs of orange juice and not much in the way of bread products. These girls were protein-aholics.

... Ami put a quesaunt and jam on her plate and had a glass of orange juice in her hand as she was leaving the kitchen. Persephone grabbed her arm and another girl dumped a huge helping of scrambled eggs and sausage on her plate. "Got to keep your strength up."

... "Oh but I nev-"

... The girl gave her a meaningful look and Ami shut up.

... Jason joined them for breakfast, Ami wasn't sure who'd made his breakfast but she was sure he hadn't. He ate the same protein rich diet as the others, but then semen is mainly protein and ...

... Who ever made Jason's breakfast remained a mystery, who cleaned up after him didn't. Ami took his plate to the kitchen as he took a fresh cup of coffee out to the table in the garden. He was wearing a button down shirt and loose slacks. David waited for him with papers and the ever present cellphone.

... Ami came out onto the patio. She had no idea what to do. There were girls in the pool, in the hot tub, in the lap pool, sitting half in and half out of the pool. Reading, playing cards, playing backgammon, playing volleyball, etc. etc. And then there was Jason's voice, caught again. "Gina, what do you think of this?"

... All of her rear-end was hanging out of the thong he'd given her to wear and he had a hunk of it between his fingers.

... There can't be a woman in the world who is pleased with the way her ass looks. Ami couldn't understand how thong swimwear had become popular. There were men of course who liked seeing a woman's ass and Ami knew there were women who liked to please men but none had charmed her to the point where she would wear thong swimwear. She'd worn thong undergarments for a couple of boyfriends but never enough to become comfortable with them. And now her worst fears had become real. Only seconds onto the patio and not only was Jason staring at her ass but he had found it wanting. (Well if he didn't like it he could have left it covered. But of course denial was not Jason's way.)

... "You see this crease?" He was rubbing his finger along where her bottom joined her leg. "Shouldn't this be deeper?"

... Gina got out of the pool. Her skin was golden and her boobs were perfect globes. She had a thong on that accentuated the length of her legs and as she passed behind Ami she saw that Gina's ass was firm and so was the back of her leg, no jiggling with her foot falls.

... She felt Gina's fingers take a large chunk of her rearend between them. "She's got good tone. I think it's just a layer of baby fat."

... "Joseph could suck that out easily couldn't he?"

... "I'm sure, but if you have her butt and her tits done at the same time she'll be stuck on her feet for at least a month. I think there's a good chance that the right kind of exercise will take care of it. And if not, well it's not a bad ass as it is." (Oh, gee thanks!!) "It'll wait until we have the chance to get to it. The tits though, I always recommend exercise for the tits but I feel certain that a bead is the best thing there."

,,, "Thank you dear." Did Ami heard them kissing behind her? Could she go now? "You always know best."

... "Ami dear, I want you to do laps in the pool all morning. And when you get out be sure to put your thong back on and lie on your stomach. You need some color and I want you to start working on some suntan lines." Was that all? "Go on now." That was all. She probably could have avoided that last instruction if she'd turned and given him a smile but it might have killed her.

... Well, she was to be naked again and just when she was feeling uncomfortable showing what she was. She'd thought the thong was a swimsuit but she guessed not. It seemed the thong was a suntan stencil. She'd lived in Florida all her life but she'd never gotten a dark tan and while she'd had tan lines before she felt sure they were nothing like what her future held for her. Would she become a golden body like Gina? She doubted it.