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Part III – Constanza's At The Sublime Porte
Thus, almost two years after she set out from Germany, I met Constanza . My father had been called back to Istanbul and congratulated by the Vizier, who happened to be his cousin. My father had met the Italian insult and done them one better. The Vizier laughed until he lost control of his bladder at the thought of the Italian's receiving their daughters' intact hair and their ravaged beyond belief daughters. The girls had all gone mad from their abuse. When he saw the beauty of my father's gift, the eunuch summoned me from the palace. Few infidels realize that the wife of the pasha can leave the seraglio but only to visit her closest family and then only with a massive retinue. Since my father was the most powerful man in the western empire and my cousin was the Vizier, none would argue with them. And Selim was too befuddled to care.
When I arrived, the Vizier told Constanza and her maid, whose name was Blondie, to strip. After the horrors that they had witnessed, they complied. I was bemused by the grace with which the seventeen year old young woman removed her cumbersome western infidel apparel, albeit with the help of her maid. Constanza had a slim but beautiful body. Her breasts, although fully developed, were not large but never-the-less immediately attracted the stares of all the men. Even my cousin the Grand Vizier. Pleasing breasts although not as voluptuous as mine. Very pleasing nipples, although not as large as mine. Her buttocks were feminine and her legs slim. Above it all was a crown of long curly yellow hair. Constanza was clearly a thing of wonder to behold. She was instructed to sit on the end of a chaise lounge, lie back and spread her legs. These were then lifted and further spread by two of my slave maidens to facilitate my inspection. I first visually examined her nether region and then thoroughly explored her manually. I reported, to my amazement and the amazement of all that she was flawless. No scars and a virgin intact! My father retorted that the corsairs obviously feared him worse than they feared the Italians or even Allah himself. When he said he wanted a present fit for the Pasha, he meant it.
Blonde, Constanza's hand-maid was also examined. She had a remarkable fluency with language and in the year and a half of her captivity had acquired a passable command of not only Arabic but also our somewhat more difficult Turkish language. She said that she was nineteen, two years older than Costanza , and had she served her since she was eleven and Constanza was nine. Blonde, as befitting her name also had yellow hair, but while Constanza's hair was a dark yellow, Blonde's hair, even her nether hair, was pale yellow. Blonde's body was full and voluptuous, ever fuller than mine. Her breasts were large as were her hips and thighs. Suprisingly , at that time, her waist was narrow, smaller in fact than was Constanza's . Of course, in later years this waist thickened and Blonde became quite corpulent. But that is another story. My final amazement was that Blonde too, had an unbroken hymen. Quite a matched pair for my Selim , two blond infidel virgins, one of high rank.
So my father, my cousin and I sat down and discussed our plans over several glasses of truly superb red Hungarian wine. For although the Magyars had thrown off our yoke, they were willing to trade to us their “Bull's Blood”. We jokingly maintained that since the infidels called it “bulls blood” it could not come under the Prophet's injunction forbidding the fruit of the vine. Obviously, we would gain favor from my husband by presenting him with a beautiful and exotic concubine. However, she must be used to manipulate Selim but not to the point where he became so besotted with her that she would bend him to her wishes. And above all he must never stud a son upon a concubine. Even though the spawn of a concubine should not be in line for the throne, yet such offspring might always be used to complicate matters during times of turmoil. Long into the night we discussed family matters and just before we broke we decided to present Constanza to the Pasha early in the morning when he was relatively clear headed. We had the infidel brought in and bade her maid to make Constanza thoroughly clean. For presentation to Selim she would be garbed in her most sumptuous dress, the one that she would have worn for her presentation to the court in Naples. I figured that nothing would get my husband's attention like the slow and elegant removal of so many layers of clothing, ribbons, lace and lacings. It was so nice to be able to explain this to the maid without the intermediary of an interpreter. This would be interesting.
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