Mortdecai screamed out loud as the branding iron was placed on the lower of his back by a well dressed English lady so everybody would know he was the property of the Sultan Jaipur.
It had been almost a year since he was turned into a woman by Lizzy a New Orleans witch who ran a tavern on the island of Jamaica after being caught trying to do his men out of their rightful share of treasure.
He was sentenced by the Pirate King and sold to compensate his men for their loss.
He spent his first 10 months as a woman naked and chained in the cabin of Solomon an Arab merchant who treated him kindly as long as he did what he was told.
Solomon did not want to deflower his valuable cargo so Mortdecai was forced to dance and entertain him and spend every evening on his knees pleasuring him.
By the time they reached Mauritania he was getting quite used to it and quite good at it.
Solomon kissed him goodbye as he was led away in chains and naked by one of Solomon's men and taken to a very large palace and was handed over to a very stern looking English lady who said what is your name dear?
Mortdecai had to think quickly he wasn't sure if people would recognise his name in these regions and just answered Susan.
He was led through the gardens to a smaller palace that had three men guarding the entrance and could not believe his eyes as he entered the building.
There must have been over 200 scantily clad young women lounging around listening to a very fat harp player.
The woman welcomed him to his new home & told him that he was not allowed to leave the harim without permission of the Sultan.
He was bathed covered in oils and spices and dressed in fine white lingerie before having his hands tied round a post his back exposed before he felt the most intense pain he had ever felt in his life as he sank to his knees in tears comforted by one of the other ladies who told him the pain would go away as she handed him a opium pipe and he drifted off.
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