During the competition each contestant would be required to walk round the outer edge of the Throne Room unaccompanied, in her abaya. Then
she would be required to remove the all-obscuring garment and to parade again, dressed in anything the contestant chose, or nothing if that
were their choice. Then she would again don the abaya and the next contestant would do the same routine. Finally all the girls would strip
naked so that they could be closely examined by the Emir for physical defects. That would conclude the first day.
For the fourth round, the ability to take punishment there were three choices, six strokes of the dog whip, three strokes of the birch
or two strokes of the bastinado. In addition to the decreasing number of strokes for the more effective instruments, the scoring would also
be skewed. For the dog whip the maximum points would be six; for the birch, nine; and for the bastinado, ten. Marks would be deducted
for any excess of movement, of noise, or for failure to count strokes. Refusing any strokes would automatically reduce the score for that
round to zero. After some protests, the rule on counting was relaxed because several of the potential entrants came from houses where that
was not practised.
In the fifth round, the contestants in pairs simultaneously would be allowed one hour to give pleasure, in public, to the Emir in any
way they chose which did not involve penetration. No points scores or rankings would be announced during the first five rounds, because the
Emir did not want any serious arguments to break out.
For the semi-final the four women would be deflowered, again in public, by the Emir. This would not be a simple ritual defloration.
The competitor would be expected to make a big production of arousing the Emir, displaying and offering herself, arousing herself and then
arranging herself as she saw fit for the final act, the penetration. Points would be gained for an artistic performance. Any entrant found
not to be a virgin at the defloration stages would be disqualified, subjected to female circumcision, have her vagina sewn almost totally
shut and be sold as a field slave. Needless to say, her sponsor would be disgraced utterly.
The final, over two nights would be twelve hours in the bedroom of the Emir, when the two finalists would have every opportunity to
persuade the Emir, by any means they chose, to award them the first prize.
During the period of the competition the women would stay in the harem of the Emerald Palace which would be opened specially for the
purpose, and each contestant could be accompanied by one eunuch from her Master’s harem. After the competition the losers who had not been
disqualified would be taken into the Golden Palace harem, with all but one of the girls acting as hostesses for the Emir’s visitors from
time to time. The winner would be effectively head concubine, inferior only to the Emir’s wives. The one girl not going to the Emir’s
Harem would be given to the winner of the Guests’ competition as a prize.
The Earl and Countess of Bargoed were the next arrivals and they took up residence when they landed from England. Naturally, they requested
a concubine on the first night, though they did not specify which, and concubine number two was supplied. She had not been properly briefed
and assumed that the Countess was another concubine brought in by the Earl.
When she asked, ~ What does the old goat like? ~ the Countess flew into a rage at the disrespect and number two found herself
unaccountably over a whipping bench with the added indignity of being shackled for her punishment.
Hiss … CRACK!
The Countess herself laid into her with a riding crop and this was not held back. She managed to keep silent for the first stroke, and
then offered, ~ One, Master. Thank you Master. ~
This further incensed the Countess who snarled, “In English, worm!”
Hiss … CRACK!
After the second blow she made another mistake in saying, ~ It is forbidden for a woman to flog. ~
The Earl intervened and said, “You are being flogged by a man. His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever, has
Hiss … CRACK!
Finally the concubine realised that she was making a lot of mistakes and said, “Three, Master. Thank you Master.”
“That was number two. You didn’t count one of them,” came the contralto voice of the Countess.
Dropping the riding crop she took up a multi-tailed whip.
Sississis … CRACKACKACK!
The concubine screamed in agony as nine tails struck her already well striped globes, turning the whole area into a mass of bruises
interspersed with spots of blood where the whip tracks crossed the riding crop bruises.
Sississis … CRACKACKACK!
The next blow, delivered again with all the power the Countess could muster, fell entirely on the upper thighs, rendering them into a
patchwork of black and red agony. Her screams were prolonged and all thought of counting was forgotten as she almost fainted from the
The Earl intervened to placate his wife, and almost suffered a blow himself. Concubine number two was taken away and number seven,
better briefed on the couple she was to serve, replaced her for their pleasure that night.