The Greatest Harem

A Lem/T-Mec Production

Story written by Lem

CHAPTER TWO

"The palace! I am in it."

He bolted out of the pillows he'd been laying on and he began exploring. The palace was more grand than he had dared to imagine. There were great halls and arched ceilings, a banquet room thrice the size of his old one, and a bath beyond compare

Only one thing bothered him. Where was everyone? He called out in frustration, "Witch! You have deceived me! I can not be sultan without subjects."

"You have subjects aplenty, oh great one," her voice responded. It did not seem like a shout, but it was very loud, making the crystalline structure vibrate with her beautiful tones.

He looked to and for, but could not see where the voice had come from. "Then where are they? And, for that matter, where are you?"

"Right...here," she giggled. "But perhaps you'd see me best if you came out to the balcony.

"I am the sultan. You are to come to me!"

"I'm afraid I cannot do that."

He proceeded to the balcony, stopping first to grasp a scimitar hanging on the wall and unsheathe it, so that he may to tear her to pieces if necessary.

"You shall pay for this in--" His breath left him. Standing on his balcony, he saw his harem transformed into a gigantic room in which his new castle was in the center like an ornamental fountain. And this harem was complete with women, all 100 feet tall, or they would have been if they were standing up. The sun was just rising, and they slept still, forming mountain ranges of femininity.

The genie also appeared, and was also giant sized. "As you see, all your subjects are all right at hand, especially your favorites."

He shook his fist in helpless rage. "You, you have made a midget out of me!"

"I promised that you could inhabit this fine castle, and as it is only a doll house, this was the only way it could be done."

"I do not wish it to be a doll house! I wish it to be giant-sized! And myself as well."

The genie stifled a yawn. "All very good and well. But you need to hold the ring to wish, and that is back in your bedchamber. Farewell, tiny one. I leave you with a kingdom much greater than it was before...at least from your perspective."

"Stop! Come back!" He shouted, but she was already gone. He tried to compose himself. He was still sultan by divine right, after all, none could deny that. And only the pettiest of chieftains ruled through brute strength. If only the evil genie had not left him here! When he thought of he had treated his women...

He must get out quickly, that much was true...

But there across the room, he saw one of the giantesses stir, raise herself, and stretch her towering form in the light of the new day. The sultan scurried into the deepest recesses of his miniature castle and hid behind a tapestry.

Tanzi felt her closed eyes exposed to the warm sunlight of dawn. Slowly, the red haired, green clad beauty got to her feet, ready for a new day. Then she noticed the slightest movement from the corner of her eye. A rat?

But what she saw made her temporarily forget about that. There, in the center of the harem, was a beautiful toy palace! The tiny sculpture glittered in the morning's light, drawing her like a girl to a puppet show in the square. It was the first distracting object, other than other beautiful women and rubies, that she had encountered since she had entered the harem years ago.

She tapped a moccasined foot against Sara's shoulder. "What, Tanzi," moaned the new girl, "can't I sleep longer? The Sultan --" Then her words broke off as she followed Tanzi's gesturing hand towards the new addition to the room.

"Aiiii!" she shouted with girlish abandon and bounded towards the toy palace. "A doll house!"

"A what?"

"A doll house, like I saw once in the marketplace being sold by a westerner. They are tiny houses in which tiny dolls live. Oh, how I wanted one since I was a girl! And this is a palace!" The young woman slid her hands up and down the walls and gates like she was cuddling a new pet.

Inside the palace, the excited girl's squeals pealed like a giant reed, so that the sultan feared the walls would tremble until they shattered. Peeking through the threads of the tapestry, he could see the gigantic shadow of her willowy form darkening the room. Then he froze as he saw her giant blue eye fill a window in the hall.

Tanzi was now more interested in Sara's excitement than in the object itself. "Why would the sultan give us such a plaything? His rules about distractions for us are so strict; perhaps it is a test to see if it takes our minds off the cultivation of our forms and our attentions to him. Sara, I think we should --"

"Oh, please let me play with it! This harem is so boring most of the time! Besides, if it is a gift, he would be angry if we did not enjoy it."

"I suppose, but why are you rubbing it so? I would think you were blind."

"Ha-ha. Not blind, I'm trying to find the hinges." Tanzi stared blankly. "The opening," explained Sara. "Do you see all the beautiful little rooms and furniture in there?" The sultan tensed up again as a new eye, a green one, went past the distant window. Do not worry, he reassured himself, their hands are far to big to penetrate this palace without destroying it, and they love it far too much to do that. I shall be safe in here.

Tanzi backed off, and whistled. "It's beautiful. The most skilled artists in the world must have crafted it."

"Yes, but doll houses are meant to be played with, so there is always a special way to open...ah, here it is!"

Again, the sultan's heart jumped, but this time it was due to a rumbling earthquake that made him cling to the tapestry just to keep from falling.

A blast of light invaded the throne room as the entire castle was cleaved in the middle and opened like chest laid on its side. Through the tapestry he saw the gargantuan raven locks and rounded face of Sara, and beneath that, her bosom, the size of which was striking to him even when he had been taller than her. His fear began to be intermingled with a desire that made his heart race. He pulled against the tapestry mightily to keep his trembling form under control.

Tanzi looked on in wonder as Sara explored the open palace. "Oh, isn't just perfect, Tanzi? Look, it has furniture, tapestries, everything! and all the little rooms are connected by hallways and stairs, just as they should be! That doll house from the west cannot compare."

"It's dazzling, I agree. But where are the dolls?"

"Oh, you're right? Where are they? Oh, that would ruin it, if there were no dolls." She began to shake with fret. From his hiding place, the sultan's eyes grew wide as he saw her form shake, her breasts, almost as large as the throne room he was hiding in, separating and colliding. He gripped the tapestry tighter, until his feet were lifted off the floor.

"Perhaps we can make some."

"That would be terrible! A doll house this perfect needs perfect dolls!" She shook again.

Suddenly, the tapestry in the throne room fell to the floor, bringing a miniature man with it. The man seemed to move among the wavering folds, then climb under it.

Tanzi and Sara blinked as tried to make sense of what they saw. "Sultan?", Sara said after a pause.