HAREM 1: SERENA'S ARMS 
 
What follows is the first in a series of stories about the harem  
of a sultan in ancient times who had an unusual taste in young  
women with muscular physiques. 
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Serena strained at her task, her muscles bulging but not giving an  
inch against the assault of her attacker. She knew her body and  
mind were up to the challenge and so did her opponent, who began  
to weaken under her muscular onslaught. 
 
Sultan Ben Kharem was unique in his appreciation of the "weaker  
sex", just not the weaker examples. He had at an early age  
developed a taste for girls who physically advanced for their age,  
not necessarily due to any sexual maturing, although he had not  
complaints about anyone who was well endowed. Rather, his unique  
taste dealt with the uniquely muscular specimens of the fairer  
sex. 
 
Early on he took an unusual interest in the muscled and lithe 
female acrobats who performed in his father's court and could  
climb poles, contort themselves into various unusual positions,  
and generally perform feats of strength and agility normally  
attributed to men. 
 
What had really sparked his interest was when an acrobatic troop  
performed one evening, a troop that included a young, extremely  
fit girl barely in her teens, if that. As Ben Kharem sat at his  
father's side staring at her impossibly wide shoulders, muscularly  
defined body as she performed strength moves with ease, he grew  
more than a bit aroused. Her arms swelled with their exertion and  
when she walked about the stage on her hands, her deceptively slim  
legs expanded to twin columns of bulging, muscles. 
 
Although the various girls his father would provide him with would  
relieve him of his immediate sexual tension, from that night  
forward he could never be completely satisfied by anyone who  
didn't possess the muscularity he craved. 
 
As the years progressed and Kharem grew from a boy to a man and  
became Sultan, his appetite for extremely muscular girls also grew. 
The new Sultan began stocking his harem shortly after assuming the 
position, sending out scouts to the far corners of his kingdom and 
even beyond their borders with one command. Entice, buy, or steal 
any female sixteen years or older whom possesses an unusual degree 
of muscularity for her age, and bring her to me. 
 
The scouts went far and wide. The command was not a simple one, as  
most females are not meant to have muscles, especially at an early  
age. The scouts checked farms, villages, slave auctions, caravans,  
and big cities. Whom they found and brought sometime pleased the  
Sultan, and sometimes they did not. But still they looked. 
 
Once huge scout named Fat Omar happened upon a rundown farm where  
no men lived. The man of the house had died for unknown reasons  
leaving the mother and young daughter to work the farm by  
themselves. The mother tended house while her seventeen year old  
daughter Serena plowed the fields. The hours of walking behind the  
plow, gripping the handles and pushing it when the plowhorse  
slowed had not been wasted on her. Although she was deceptively  
slim, Serena's forearms had even at her age developed into large, 
hard examples that would have done a modern bodybuilder proud. Her  
skinny, adolescent legs had thickened into powerful female dynamos  
with calves that rested atop tiny ankles, and thighs that were  
well developed and looked capable of crushing anyone whom got  
between them. 
 
Omar wanted to make certain his discovery would please the Sultan.  
Calling the girl from the field, he commented on her muscularity  
and asked just how strong she was? Serena, although shy and not  
used to attention, picked up a thick branch and asked Omar to try  
to bend it. He strained but could barely get it to move. Serena  
took the branch from him, took a deep breath, and slowly began  
bending it into a U-shape. Her chest, shoulders, and back bulged  
from the effort, but it was the young girl's forearms that made  
Omar stare in amazement. Both forearms thickened even farther and  
grew in size, with large veins appearing from their undersides.  
Serena's face grew red from the exertion, but the branch bent  
further and further until it snapped. She tossed the halves down,  
wiped the perspiration from her face with one bulging, muscled  
arm, and smiled at Omar, "How was that?" she asked. 
 
Omar was suitably impressed, but he had to make sure and asked her  
if her legs were as strong. Serena thought for a moment, then  
grinned to herself and asked him to climb on her back. Omar, who  
weighed close to 350lbs. looked at her dubiously and remarked,  
"Are you sure your legs will hold me?" Serena smiled at him with  
a devilish grin, and pulled up her dress to display her legs. The  
scout looked and stared openmouthed as she stood on her toes and  
tightened the muscles. Her calves leaped outward into mounds of  
female strength and her quadriceps grew until they doubled in size  
and definition. 
 
The scout shrugged and climbed on her back. Although his large  
size and weight was an obvious burden to her, Serena was able to  
easily carry him around and then do a dozen deep squats and calf  
raises. Omar knew then and there that this young, powerful female  
would make the Sultan very, very happy. He negotiated with her  
mother and girl for enough money to let her mother live  
comfortably for the rest of her days. 
 
Serena didn't know what all the fuss was about; wasn't everyone  
her age as strong as she? Omar returned with the girl to the 
Sultan's palace and introduced her to him. The girl didn't look 
like much and Karem was suspicious until Omar ordered the girl to 
strip and display her muscularity to her new master.. Serena was 
embarrassed by her nudity but cooperated by standing on her toes, 
then tightening one muscle group at a time. First came her calves, 
then her thighs, stomach, chest and finally a double bicep. The 
farmwork she had performed over the years had hardened but thinned 
much of her. Serena's upper arms, and stomach were obviously 
muscled, but not unusually so. However, her uneven muscularity 
showed off her large legs and forearms to their best benefit. As 
her muscles leaped into view one by one, the Sultan instantly 
realized her potential. He ordered her cleaned up and sent his 
private physicians to attend her with specific instructions on her 
exercise and diet. 
 
A year of special diets and hours long exercise add noticeable  
size to her frame. Her height increased to 5'2" and her weight  
went up from 100lbs to 125lbs, all of it muscle. Serena's arms,  
back, and stomach gained considerable mass but her genetics kept  
them from increasing at the rate of her most muscular parts; her 
legs, chest, and forearms increased in size and definition far out  
of proportion to the rest of her. The small farm girl's legs  
filled out to the point that each step she took caused them to  
swell into musclebound columns of adolescent power. Her forearms  
were similarly packed with rock-hard muscle that threatened to  
split the sleeves of the blouses she wore. And her chest showed  
size and definition that made even the most muscular guard  
envious. While her upper arms didn't gain nearly as much size, her  
triceps stood out whenever she leaned on an arm and her small,  
baseball-sized biceps balled up in stark relief whenever she  
lifted anything. The muscled youngster's tiny waist V-ed up to a  
hard back that displayed sharply defined muscle whenever she  
moved. When she stood fully erect her muscle-capped stomach seemed  
to disappear into her rib cage, but was iron hard to the touch. 
 
In addition to the diet and exercise the Sultan's physicians put  
Serena on, she was also instructed in the ways a woman could best  
please the Sultan. She was conditioned to obey and enjoy anything  
her master told her to do and looked forward to serving him  
completely. Unfortunately, she also learned that she would not be  
allowed to do so until she had proved herself in the Circle of 
Combat. 
 
The Circle of Combat was a small arena where the Sultan  
entertained himself and friends by staging fights between slaves  
and members of his harem. Afterall, why not take advantage of all  
the muscle that filled his harem? Most fights were wrestling  
matches but could easily degenerate into free-for-alls. Serena  
looked forward to proving herself. 
 
Serena learned that she would soon be given the chance to fight in  
the Circle and if good enough, serve her Master in his bedchamber.  
She had been wrestling the other girls, whom ranged in age from  
12-25, and were all similarly built. Due to her inexperience  
Serena lost all her matches in the beginning but began winning as  
she gained experience and strength, until she got to the point  
that she never lost. The Sultan kept tabs on all his girls and  
learned of her progress, so he had her scheduled for combat. 
 
Just prior to the combat, Serena fought a 5'5", 120lb., 15-year  
old oriental girl named Sho Lin. Sho had been in the harem for  
several years and had attained a slim yet hard muscled physique, 
especially her arms, shoulders, and back. Her heavy upper arms  
contained large biceps and triceps, her shoulders were extremely  
wide and capped with hard muscle, and her back was wide and  
covered with thick muscles. The rest of her was slightly  
underdeveloped when compared to these parts but belied her  
strength, which she used to her advantage against Serena. 
 
Since many of the girls sported certain body parts that were more  
developed than others, they played to their strengths whenever  
possible. Serena naturally used her immense legs and forearms to  
win matches by crushing her opponent between them. 
 
At the beginning of Serena's match with Sho Lin, the heavily  
muscled farm girl quickly took the upper hand--or in this case the  
upper legs. After grappling a bit without either girl gaining an  
advantage, Serena hopped into the air and wrapped her legs around  
Sho Lin's chest, then threw herself to the right, forcing Sho to  
lose her balance and fall backwards onto the ground. Serena  
thought the end was in sight and tried working the muscular  
oriental up farther between her legs prior to locking her ankles  
together and finishing her off. Sho was too quick for her though, 
and managed to get both hands underneath the leg that was crossing  
her chest directly below her breasts. With a tremendous heave she  
pulled at the leg, her already large biceps standing up in  
enormous, mountainous peaks of youthful female power, peaks that  
ran the entire length of her upper arms and looked as large and  
rock-hard as the wall of China. Sho Lin used these weight-trained  
muscles to "curl" the leg up and off her, then slipped out of the  
leggy embrace. 
 
She immediately moved behind Serena intent on giving the  
musclebuilder a taste of her own medicine. Sho knelt behind Serena  
and wrapped her legs around the girl's waist. Then she locked her  
ankles together and tightened up, her hard, sinewy thighs bulging  
outward and threatening to meet in the middle of the other  
musclegirl's stomach. Although Sho's legs weren't nearly as big  
and powerful as Serena's, they were deceptively strong; strong  
enough to do the job of imprisoning the smaller girl between them.  
Serena futilely tried uncrossing Sho's ankles, but her long, hard  
calves proved too resilient to Serena's attack. The pretty  
oriental lay behind Serena, arched her back, then gritted her  
teeth and clenched her small fists in her effort to keep Serena 
trapped. Sho's muscled chest leaped up and her already tiny waist  
disappeared into her rib cage as her chest rose and fell with the  
effort. 
 
Serena countered by tightening every muscle in her body. Her  
thighs instantly grew to immense proportions, threatening to break  
through her skin, and her calves bulged outward. Her stomach  
muscles snapped outward and her chest, back, and arms bulged with  
the effort of trying to break the muscular hold that was being  
used against her. 
 
Sho Lin continued applying her viselike hold on the younger  
bodybuilder, but her grip was weakening so it was time to play her  
trump card. She slid to Serena's right, then wrapped her heavily  
muscled right arm around the girl's throat. Serena knew what was  
coming next after having watched the muscular oriental in other  
fights, but could only yell, "No!" an instant before it occurred. 
 
The oriental musclegirl gripped her right wrist with her left hand  
and flexed her right bicep, causing it to leap to full size right  
into Serena's throat, cutting off her air. Serena tried grabbing 
Sho's upper arm, but could only get a few fingers of each hand  
between her throat and the immense bicep, which she would later  
swear was made from living rock because of its denseness and size. 
 
Sho knew that once she got one of her muscled columns around  
someone they were doomed, and she eased up a bit to enjoy the  
sensation of beating a girl as strong as Serena. Sho flexed and  
unflexed her bicep, making it dance a muscle dance of young female  
power, which the younger girl could only uncontrollably admire.  
Eventually Sho grew weary and tightened up on Serena, causing her  
to black out within a few seconds. She instantly released the  
defeated girl and watched in satisfaction as her muscles began  
twitching as she came to. 
 
According to custom, the defeated girl must acknowledge the  
dominance of her victor. Sho, who was immensely proud of her  
muscles, required Serena to feel Sho's flexed arm, kiss the bicep,  
and recite, "You are the more stronger and more muscular. I submit  
to you." Serena kissed Sho's mountainous bicep with her open  
mouth, lingering longer than necessary. After all, her arms,  
although quite muscular were not as impressive as Sho Lin's and 
Serena secretly admired and lusted to possess them as her own. 
 
Now it was the day of Serena's combat in the Circle and she was  
looking forward to proving to her Master her strength and right to  
share his bed. Her opponent was a black slave named Marimba. The  
slave was 6' tall and well muscled after working in the Sultan's  
gold mines for several years.  
 
The match was supposed to be over when one person was pinned.  
Marimba had been promised his freedom if he could defeat his  
opponent, but knew nothing about her. When she walked into the  
Circle completely clothed in a robe, her opponent looked at the  
small figure and laughingly exclaimed, "What am I to fight, a  
little girl?" Serena didn't like hearing this, but liked even less  
what the Sultan then said to her. "I hope this match goes better  
for you than your battle with Sho. If not, I shall have to return  
you to your farm." 
 
Upon hearing this Serena grew angry and proclaimed to the small  
group there to witness the event, "I dedicate this match to the  
Sultan, which will be to the death--or more precisely, the kiss of 
death!" 
 
Marimba laughed and answered her challenge, "If it is your death  
you want, so be it," then flexed his arms and did a lat spread to  
show her his strength. 
 
The slave watched the girl smile at him then arched her back then  
slowly opened and dropped her cloak to the ground. What he and the  
spectators saw next made them gasp in astonishment. Underneath the  
cloak stood a short, adolescent female with some of the most  
muscular bodyparts they had ever seen. Her arched back accentuated  
an already large chest which strained at the flimsy top covering  
her young breasts. Below that sat a tiny waist and concave,  
muscled stomach that slowly disappeared even farther into her ribs  
as Serena breathed. Beneath that came a slim pair of hips and a  
small pair of glutes that accented the mammoth, bulging thighs and  
calves, which Serena further caused to swell by flexing them and  
standing on her toes. 
 
Marimba looked at her uncertainly then laughed, "Ha, a little girl  
with little muscles!" Serena replied, "You are about to see just 
how little these muscles of mine are!" and advanced slowly towards  
him with her arms out in the classic wrestler's stance. Each step  
the muscular youngster took caused her quads to flex obscenely in  
anticipation of wrapping themselves around the man-slave. 
 
The man waited calmly until she was just within arms' reach. He  
then suddenly lunged for her but Serena was too fast for him. She  
jumped lightly in the air, wrapping her legs around his waist and  
her arms around his neck. Marimba responded instantly by forcing  
his arms between her legs and pulling them away from from him  
before she could tighten down on him. He then flipped her over top  
and behind him, but she managed to hang on with her sinewy arms  
pulling him backwards to the ground on top of her. 
 
Serena was lying facedown on the ground with her opponent lying on  
her face up. She quickly hooked her legs over his and rolled him  
over onto his stomach then turned over to face him and wrapped  
herself around him again as he pushed up off the ground and stood  
up. 
 
The muscular adolescent tightened her grip on Marimba's waist and 
put him in a full nelson. She then pushed forward forcing him off  
balance and down onto the ground again, this time on HIS face, but  
with her muscular limbs firmly imprisoning him. 
 
Serena pushed his face into the dirt and whispered into his ear,  
"How do you like my little girl's muscles? I'm only an eighteen  
year old girl and you are a big, strong adult male. How does it  
feel to be outwrestled by me?" Marimba could do nothing but grunt.  
Try as he may he couldn't break the wrestling hold and grew angry  
at himself for being dominated by this child, no matter how strong  
she was. 
 
Serena grew tired of toying with her opponent and released him  
after giving his waist an especially hard, long squeeze that  
results in two "cracks" being heard by the audience which they  
felt were his ribs breaking. 
 
The musclegirl jumped off him and walked away. Marimba got up  
slowly and stood there feeling his bruised ribs and shaking out  
the pain in his shoulders. He decided to quit toying with her;  
since she had declared the contest to be to the death, he would 
kill her as quickly as possible. 
 
With a bellow Marimba ran at her. Serena stood her ground, timing  
her response until they were the proper distance from each other.  
The crowd saw her flex her knees slightly then fall onto her back  
just as he reached for her. Marimba bent down to grab at her and  
Serena's huge, veined legs shot up and wrapped themselves around  
his neck. She instantly crossed her ankles and tightened up,  
effectively imprisoning his neck between her thighs. As her  
muscles flexed they expanded to the point her opponent's head  
disappeared completely between them. 
 
Marimba grabbed for her thighs but he might as well have been  
trying to fight two pythons, as their muscular grip on him was  
unbreakable. Displaying awesome muscle control for someone her age  
and size, Serena sat up until she was sitting atop his shoulders.  
The girl then straightened out her legs to gain the most leverage  
and cut off the supply of blood to her opponent's brain. He began  
staggering around the arena blind, pounding on her bulging, rock-  
hard thighs, but weakened as he became dizzy. 
 
The slave sank to his knees and the musclegirl slowly lay back  
until she was lying on the ground with her larger opponent above  
her. At this point Marimba found some additional strength and  
renewed his attack on her legs. In turn, she grabbed his wrists  
with her small hands and pulled them off her legs, bringing them  
around and underneath her legs, her chest and forearms bulging  
from the effort. Serena smiled and laughed to herself thinking,  
'God, am I strong. It won't be long now before I keep my promise  
to my Master.' 
 
By this time Marimba had weakened almost to the point of  
unconsciousness. He had ceased to struggle against the muscular  
assault of this little dynamo who had imprisoned him with her  
ironhard legs and arms. 
 
Serena was just getting warmed up so the short bodybuilder used  
her overly developed stomach to situp in a crunch and pull him  
slowly towards her. When the outmuscled male was within reach she  
loosened her python grip and grabbed his head with her hands. Her  
small, hard biceps rose from her arms and peaked as she pulled his  
head down to hers and gave him a deep, long kiss. Marimba regained 
consciousness and tried breaking away by grabbing her arms, but  
his hands only found two incredibly hard, dense, and powerpacked  
biceps that didn't budge. It was at that point he knew he had no  
chance against this youthful muscle maiden. 
 
Wanting to end the match, Serena finished the kiss and pushed his  
head back up between the top of her thighs, then renewed their  
attack on his life. Out of strength and options, her beaten  
opponent went slack almost immediately. Serena was overjoyed at  
her victory but wanted it to be complete by displaying her  
dominance over the larger male. 
 
The teenage musclegirl rested her thick forearms on the ground to  
stabilize herself, then slowly straightened out her body and legs  
until they were pointing up at a 45-degree angle, with Serena's  
muscles supporting her opponent's upper body. His hands hung  
limply at his sides and he was either at this point unconscious or  
dead, but still she maintained her muscled grip. 
 
Serena had already displayed phenomenal strength and muscular  
control by first defeating a much larger opponent, then lifting him 
up using her lower body, but she wasn't done yet. The powerful  
young girl wanted everyone to know just how strong she was and how  
helpless this bragging man had been against her. 
 
Summoning the last of her strength, she pulled herself up to a  
near headstand with her and his weight resting on her shoulders  
and forearms. Her body was near vertical and with his being  
supported by her legs, formed an inverted "V". The girl's form was  
perfect with body and legs forming a straight line, toes pointed  
into the air, kegs bulging with youthful strength. 
 
Her normally muscularly-smooth body flexed and bulged from both  
the fight and effort needed to maintain this last display of her  
absolute dominance. The muscular girl's position alone dared her  
opponent to upset her balance, but Marimba was not in any  
condition to do it as he had stopped breathing. 
 
In a last example of her power the young muscle-maiden snapped her  
legs towards her head, launching Marimba over and behind her,  
flipping him onto his back where he went through the death twitch.  
Serena stood up placing her hands on her slim hips, breathing hard, 
her deep, muscled chest rising and falling from the exertion. 
 
The Sultan and his audience sat stunned for a moment. They had  
never seen such a young girl so thoroughly defeat a much larger  
opponent or humiliate him so well.  
 
Later, in the Sultan's bedchambers Serena rested comfortably on  
his bed awaiting his pleasure. She wore especially tight clothing  
so as to further impress him with her strength and muscularity,  
not that he wasn't already VERY impressed. 
 
When the Sultan entered she sat up, spread her legs, planted her  
hands on the bed between them and raised her body until it and her  
legs were supported by her hands alone. Her thighs swelled with  
the effort and threatened to split her pantaloons, which she fully  
intended on doing anyway. The Sultan was mesmerized by her  
youthful strength and flexibility but gasped when she flexed her  
thighs ripping her pants seams, her huge thighs splitting the  
material which fell away from her. Her legs were bare to the  
crotch displaying raw power, their muscles bulging in all 
directions. Karem's hands and lips instantly went to them,  
worshiping their hardness, size, and strength. He found their  
center and Serena moaned and trembled as he played there. She had  
to redouble her efforts to hold the position and her thighs  
further hardened and grew in muscular definition. The front of  
each thigh curved upward like rocky ridges daring the Sultan to  
climb them with his hands and mouth. 
 
Serena smiled at him with her little girl smile that rose above  
adult-sized muscles. After holding this gymnastics pose for what  
seemed an eternity, she hopped up onto her feet and put her legs  
together, then flexed her legs again. Remembering Marimba's  
impressive back, the youngster copied him by spreading her lat  
muscles until her back was in a wide "V", then threw back her  
shoulders, thrust out her chest and tightened these muscles. Her  
thin top tore and fell away from the force subjected to it leaving  
her entirely nude, her small, high breasts thrusting forward,  
beckoning him to touch them. 
 
The Sultan disrobed quickly and walked up to Serena, placed his  
hands under her rear, lifting her up. She instantly wrapped her 
bulging columns around his waist, but gently, her muscles smooth  
and hard under his hands. He walked them to the bed and sat back  
on it. She released her grip and mounted him. The Sultan was  
generous, always insisting the girl satisfy herself before he, so  
he allowed Serena to rock herself to her first orgasm, her muscled  
thighs trembling and pulsating with the sensation. 
 
At his request Serena then stretched out her legs until her feet  
were beside his head, pointing her toes which made her calf  
muscles stand up in large, hard mounds. The Sultan kneaded these  
mounds with his hands, feeling and enjoying their incredible  
hardness and size while she sat back on her hands, her triceps  
bulging outward from her slim arms. The muscle girl threw her head  
back and moaned softly as his member went in and out until he  
joined her second orgasm with one of his own. 
 
Serena spent the night with her master, then rejoined her fellow  
harem-mates the next morning. Sho Lin was among the first to  
congratulate her on her victory. 
 
Next: The Arms of Sho Lin