Harem Girl (6 page)

Maybe an hour
later I heard another door open, opposite the one that had closed
on me before. Next thing the sack was taken off my head and the
sight I saw just about knocked my socks off, five naked women
ranging from white, fair skinned to black as the darkest night.

“Hola,” An
olive skinned girl said.

I shook my
head.

“Bonjour,” a
brown skinned girl said.

Again I shook
my head.

“Do you speak
English?” The white girl asked.

“At last yes I
do.”

“Welcome to
Sheik Abu´s little harem.”

“What?”

“You my girl
are the Sheik’s latest acquisition for his growing love nest.”

“There’s been a
mistake, I’m not meant to be here, I’m on holiday with my friend
Beth.”

“No mistake
darling, we were all on holiday and here we are. Now if you don’t
mind let’s get those clothes off you, you stink.”

I sniffed
myself and yes I did smell a little the worse for wear but I
wrapped my arms around myself and stood up.

“I’m getting
out of here,” and walked to the closed door. It was of course
firmly locked. I walked over to the other door and entered a large
room with low beds scattered all around and a low table in the
centre surrounded by cushions. There was only one other door off. I
went to it passing into a gloriously appointed bathroom with a
sunken bath, seven showers and what looked like two gold plated
toilet bowls and bidets. The place was exquisite.

The girl I took
to be Spanish said something in her native tongue and the English
girl answered in Spanish.

She turned to
me saying, “Maria told me to tell you the full story so here it is.
We have all been abducted, Belen the French girl has been here the
longest, about eighteen months, Maria just over a year, me six
months, Justine the black girl five months and not forgetting Misha
the half caste girl about nine months.”

“Where are
we?”

“No idea
really, somewhere in the Sahara desert we presume, the Sheik calls
it his weekend retreat.”

“Who is this
sheik?”

“To give him
his full title he is Prince Dhakwan Abu Fathi Habib, third inline
to the throne of Bahrabi. We my dear are his concubines, his play
things, his fuck partners.”

“Bollocks to
that, he can fuck off.”

“Don’t be too
hasty, we all said that in the beginning but it’ll be a lot easier
if you play along believe me.”

“So what can he
do?”

“Don’t be so
naive. I was beaten into submission, Maria was starved, Justine was
electrocuted and Misha was staked out in the sun to burn during the
day and freeze at night.”

“What about
Belen?”

“She’s French,
you know what they’re like, she gave in without a fight.” She said
in a whisper. “Probably the best course of action as it turns
out.”

I sighed. “What
about escaping?”

“If we could
get out of the complex, which I don’t think we could, which way do
we go? That plane ride we all took was about a half hour or so, one
hundred and fifty to two hundred miles across the desert. It’s a
death sentence to even think about it.”

She said
something to Maria in Spanish who disappeared into the
bathroom.

“She’s gone to
run you a bath, then we’ll get you something to eat and then I
suggest you put your head down, you must be tired.”

“Do you have
any clothes?”

“Nope, we can
wear a pair of knickers during our monthlies and that’s it.”

I shook my
head, what had happened to me?

I decided to go
along with the bath, food and bed and woke up some time later
alone, the other five girls had disappeared. I scrunched myself up
into a ball on the bed and sobbed my heart out cursing Stephen, if
he hadn’t have gone off and left me none of this would have
happened, men they are all bastards, users, get their end away and
then go off and do what the hell they like, bastards.

When the
sobbing stopped I sat on the edge of my bed and looked around. The
room was luxurious in an Arab style but the beds and mattresses
were of the very highest quality. Then I spotted the door I had
entered the room through. It was unlocked and I found myself in a
small entrance hall, this had been where my journey from Giza had
finished. The door facing the bedroom door was still firmly locked
but the door off to the right opened out into a long corridor with
two doors off to the left and right. The first on the left was an
entertainments room with a very big telly and cinema style seats,
opposite was a gym, down the hall a bit was a kitchen and opposite
that a sauna. At the end of the corridor were double doors and much
to my surprise they were unlocked, I walked out into the sunshine
to the most beautiful garden you could imagine. It was vast, the
size of two football pitches at least with a central path from
which led off eight garden rooms separated by high hedges. The only
downer was the twenty feet high wall surrounding the place, topped
off with razor wire. Totally naked I walked down the central path,
the very hot sun was more or less overhead so it must have been
about midday, I must have slept for about four or five hours. I
found the girls in one of the gardens sitting under an arbour
covered in grape vines providing shade from the searing sun. The
arbour was surrounded by a small aqueduct where water trickled
past. No expense had been spared making this garden into a wondrous
oasis.

I sat down,
“Hello ladies,” I said.

“Hiya,” The
English girl answered. “Feel a bit better after your snooze, I’m
Moira by the way and you are?”

“Susan,
Sue.”

“Hello Sue,
welcome to the party.”

“I’m still too
stunned to believe this is actually happening.”

“Well believe
it girl, this is your life.”

I looked at the
other five girls and realised that apart from skin colour and our
faces we were in fact very similar, our figures were almost
identical.

Moira suddenly
said, “you’ve spotted it haven’t you, The Prince likes a certain
type of woman, and we’re it.”

“When do I get
to meet The Prince?”

“Who knows,
sometimes it can be two or three weeks before he arrives, other
times a couple of days. You’ll know when you hear a helicopter, and
then be prepared.”

I looked at the
other girls, “do any of you speak English?”

“Yes a little,”
Maria said, “we all learn the other people’s language. It is
something to do.”

Misha said, “My
English good, no.”

“Yes very
good,” I replied.

I quickly
slotted into the routine, older Arab women came in three times a
day to cook meals for us girls, but there were always plenty of
snack foods available in the kitchen if we wanted them. Everyday
other women came in to change the beds and clean up, they worked
hard but only spoke their own language, or at least that was the
way it seemed. We watched films as we liked The Prince supplying us
with hundreds of the very latest movies on disc. One of the gardens
had a pool so inevitably we all went swimming once or twice a day
to cool off and then there was the gym.

Moira warned,
“keep yourself trim and fit Sue, there was another girl here, Olga,
she let herself go and started to put on weight, she was warned but
one day she just disappeared, what happened to her we’ve no
idea.”

I took the hint
and worked out for an hour every day, this was bad enough and I
definitely didn’t want to head into another unknown.

I had been in
the complex for ten days when we were sitting in the garden when we
heard the thump, thump, thump of a helicopter approaching.

“He’s here
girls, come on.” Moira said and with that the five girls stood up
and practically ran into the building, straight into the bathroom
and under the showers. I followed along watching the action.

“What the fuck
are you lot doing?” I asked.

“He likes us to
be clean, perfumed and with wet hair, he has his little ways.”
Moira answered.

“He can go fuck
himself.” I cried out.

“Sue all you’ll
get for resistance is a world of shit. My advice is just go with
the flow; your life will be a lot better that way.”

“No fucking way
Jose, never.”

After drying
themselves off and brushing their hair the girls all went and sat
at the central table appearing to me to be eager to see The Prince.
I went and sat on my bed anxious to prove I was not going to play
the guy’s game. A few minutes later three old Arab women walked
into the room a right ugly old bitch pointed to me and indicated
she wanted me to follow her. I sat still defiance in every fibre of
my being. She waved me towards her again, I glared at her. Next
thing she walked over to me, smiled and then slapped me across the
face, I stood up and lunged at her but instantly the other two
women grabbed my arms. They were surprisingly strong and held me
fast. Bitch one then gave me another crack across the face and then
I was being frog marched out of the room, through the entrance hall
and the always locked door, down a corridor, up a stairway, along
another corridor and then pushed through a doorway into a
spectacularly decorated bedroom. I fell on my knees on the floor,
so angry I could have cried.

Then I looked
up and saw him. “You!” I shouted.

He was the Arab
who smiled and toasted me with his raised coffee cup in the cafe in
Alexandria.

“Yes, it is I,”
he said in a very public school British accent. “I saw you there
and decided I wanted you for my harem.”

“You’ve got no
fucking right.”

“On the
contrary I have whatever rights I decide.”

“Not in my
country.”

“We are not in
your country, we are in mine.”

That deflated
me somewhat.

“So what is
your name?”

“Go fuck
yourself.”

“Your defiance
is quite amusing Mrs Susan Monk, but it won’t amuse me for long so
I would suggest you change your attitude and quick. Here in my
little country estate I am supreme ruler and what I want I get and
to put it simply I want you.”

“I’ll fight you
every inch of the way you dirty bastard, and how do you know my
name?”

He waved his
hand in dismissal, “a very simple matter, Mohammed my servant.”

So Mohammed was
in this all the way up to his scrawny Arab neck, another
bastard.

“You have two
choices Susan, if I may call you that, one you can submit to my
desires willingly or we can do things the hard way.”

All the while
this conversation was going on I was aware of my nudity and just
knew this filthy cunt was appraising my body.

“One more time,
you can fuck off.”

“On your head
be it.”

He walked over
to a desk in the corner and rung a little hand bell; instantly four
burly men walked into the room, the first men I’d seen since my
arrival. The Prince said something in Arabic and next thing they
grabbed me and laid me spread-eagled on the bed, my arms and legs
held fast. The Prince approached the end of the bed taking his
clothes off as he walked; he stopped a few paces from the end of
the bed and gazed down at my fanny opened up for him to see.

“You see Susan
I can do as I please.”

He then walked
around to the side of the bed and grabbed my left tit.

“Yes very nice,
I’ve chosen well.” He smiled, “breaking you will be exactly the
same as breaking a horse, kill the spirit and compliance
follows.”

He slid down
his trousers and pants and his cock sprung out, rock solid and
ready for action.

“Now,” he said
walking over to a sideboard, “I don’t want to damage you in anyway
so we’ll lubricate your vagina a little I think.”

He daubed
something on his fingers and came back to the bed putting his hand
between my legs smearing me with the lotion. I squirmed as he
touched my cunt but to no avail. I was about to be raped and that’s
all there was to it. He got between my legs and slowly slipped his
cock into me, I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else
but him inside me but it was impossible his thrusting took over my
being, that’s all there was in my world, him, his prick and me
being used. It didn’t take long and he started to grunt as he
climaxed. The ordeal was over and I had won. How wrong could I be?
The prince grabbed an arm and the guy holding it took off his
clothes next thing he was rutting away at me. All five of them
fucked me, raped me. I can do this I kept telling myself, just go
along with it and it will soon be over.

When the fifth
guy had finished with me The Prince asked. “So are you now ready to
comply with my requirements Susan?” His manner was so blasé it
sickened me.

Though the
tears were streaming from my eyes I screamed out, “fuck off you
dirty bastard, all of you dirty filthy bastards.”

He said
something in Arabic and I was swiftly turned over and laid on my
front. The Prince walked back to the sideboard and once again
daubed some more lotion on me this time my backside. Now Stephen
and I have engaged in anal sex from time to time and it was from my
point of view a very intimate and pleasant experience to do with
your husband, this was different The Prince was going to force
himself into my arse. I clenched it as tight as I could but soon
his probing opened me up and then I had his prick sliding in and
out of me. He lasted ages this time and I was grateful when I
finally felt him stiffen and groan as he climaxed.

The Prince
swapped places with one of his servants who was about to enter my
bum when I said, “okay, you win, I’ll do whatever you want.”

I’d given in so
easily, I was mortified, but I didn’t want another prick up my bum,
no way did I.

The Prince
waved the men away and they quickly disappeared and turning to me
said, “Now kneel in front of me, suck my manhood back to life until
it spurts the fluid of life, prove yourself to me.”