Harem Girl

by Phebe Bodelle

  “Fuck me Diego please.”

  He climbed up my body and slowly slid his prick into my sopping wet cunt. His face glistened from my cunt juices. Fully inside me he leaned forward to kiss me and then started to fuck me slowly almost pulling completely out of me before sliding in again slowly, it felt wonderful, this was fucking at its best. Diego was going to take his time and ensure that this little lady fully enjoyed the benefits of his cock. He got into a lovely rhythm fucking me long and slow and I responded by wrapping my legs around him and pelvic thrusting into him at the same pace so he knew he was doing exactly the right thing to me. I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm and increased my pace, Diego responded and very shortly after the climax exploded sending wave after pleasure wave coursing through my crutch. I wrapped my arms around the man and moaned out my pleasure. He carried on pumping away and within seconds started to groan as he shot his load deep inside my cunt, brilliant.

  Diego pulled me into his arms and we lay side by side on the narrow bed and I looked over at Beth just as her face screwed up in orgasmic pleasure, she whimpered out her joy, no where near as verbal as me and then just lay arms spread eagled while Juan finished off.

  The guys turned out to be very satisfactory lovers and would do to keep us girls out of mischief in the long evenings aboard the boat.

  The next day the boat docked at Palermo in Sicily for a five hour lay over, just enough time to see a little of the town in a tourist bus, like the Quattro Canti in Madqueda Street, the san Domenico Church and Pretoria square with a bit of time left over to buy some souvenirs, a coffee a bite to eat, the pasta was wonderful and then back on board for the twenty four hour cruise to Athens. That was going to be a ten hour stop over so Beth and I would have more time to do all the touristy things.

  The weather was beautiful as we steamed across the Mediterranean so Beth and I decided to catch some rays by the pool on the upper deck; I tell you these cruise ships are very well appointed. We lay side by side on two sun beds chatting away about our two Spanish lovers, both of us were topless.

  “What about swapping the guys this evening?” Beth asked.

  “Mmm I don’t mind if you don’t although they might object.”

  “Huh I shouldn’t think so this isn’t some long term romance, just a bit of cruise nooky as far as I’m concerned.”

  “Me too and variety is the spice of life after all.”

  We both laughed. I looked around and saw that the crowd of sun worshippers were thinning out as they prepared for lunch.

  “I’m taking my bikini bottom off.” I whispered to Beth. “I got used to being nude at Judy’s.”

  “Well I will if you will.”

  “One, two, three go.”

  In unison we pushed down our bikini briefs and I immediately closed my eyes, I didn’t want to see if we had suddenly become the centre of attention. You know even that little scrap of material feels inhibiting after you’ve lain naked in out in the sun so taking my bikini bottom off was liberating. After a couple of minutes I braved opening my eyes and found that nobody was taking any notice of Beth and me, so be it nude sunbathing for me in future.

  Over night on the long trip to Athens Beth and I did swap the boys and I needn’t have worried they were just as keen as we girls to sample the delights of another woman’s body. Juan didn’t have quite as good a technique as Diego but he still left me orgasmically satisfied at the end of the night. Beth the lucky cow managed two climaxes from Diego so I knew the following night I wanted him back.

  “I’ll fight you for him,” she joked later.

  “No fucking way madam, share and share alike and tomorrow it’s my turn.”

  On the way to Athens the guys informed us that the Greek capital was their destination. They were leaving the boat and flying to Madrid that evening for an onward connection to Brazil. Beth and I were a bit surprised at that revelation; we thought the guys had exactly the same itinerary as us. Still we made the best of a bad job and after I fucked Diego and Beth, Juan we made them swap and after the change over and giving the lads extended blow jobs to get their pricks back into working order once more had the pleasure of a second fuck with a different partner. I tell you that Judy one had a lot to answer for, Beth and I were now officially tarts, lovely.

  Athens was stunning, we had time to see it all, a bit of an exaggeration I am aware but you know what I mean. Again we took a tourist bus to see The Acropolis with a quick trip into the museum, off to Syntagma Square, beautiful, we then drove past the Helenic Parliament building scene of so many news clips in the last year due to demonstrations against the European Union’s imposed austerity measures and finally Monastiriki Square, again beautiful.

  Then it was back on board for the cruise to our next stop in Turkey at Antalya.

  The stop over in Antalya was another four hour rush. I’d flown into Antalya one time with Stephen when we had a fortnight’s holiday in Side, the one where he had to disappear in a hurry for a job, and knew it was a tradionally Turkish town but with only a few hours off the ship we inevitably only saw the tourist area, Hadrian’s gate, the Hirdirlik Tower and The Fluted Minaret to name a few. Still a lovely thimble full of proper Turkish coffee with the necessary glass of cold water went down well along with a portion of ultra sticky baklava and then it was back on board for the trip south to Alexandria and the delights of Egypt.

  Perhaps it was just as well that our lovers had departed so we could have a good night’s sleep. Beth and I needed to be up early when we arrived in Alexandria, we had signed up for an excursion to Giza to see the pyramids and the Sphinx and to experience a true Arabian Night. We just had time in Alexandria for breakfast at one of the portside cafes that we were led to by our tour guide. It was a pavement cafe, very busy and the eight others on the tour plus Beth and I were the only Westerners there, the rest were all Arabs. While we were sitting there enjoying the food and coffee a black Mercedes pulled up and out stepped a very distinguished guy in full Arab style clothing, he was obviously a toff of some sort because he had people fawning all over him. He was led straight to a table and the waiters were double quick to serve the guy. He sat there looking around watching the dhows as they spread their sails and headed off out to sea, then he scanned the customers in the cafe and his eyes settled on me, we made eye contact and he smiled, I smiled back and then he raised his coffee glass in a toast and went back to watching the harbour. A few moments later he waved a man over to him and said something, the man turned around looked at me and quickly turned away.

  Aye aye I thought what’s going on here was I about to be asked to swap my life to be come a concubine for some Arab prince? Moments later the guy stood up went to his Mercedes and it zoomed off; so much for that little fantasy.

  Ten minutes later a mini bus pulled up and we tourists were ushered into it for the two and a half hour drive to Giza and tourist heaven. Fortunately the air conditioning in the mini bus worked superbly and on good roads we were soon approaching the fourth largest city in Egypt. The urban sprawl was enormous, we seemed to be driving through suburbs of the town for ever and then in the distance we caught our first glimpse of the pyramids, all conversation stopped as we took in the magnificent sight.

  The whole place was overwhelming, our tour guide explained and gave us the history of everything we could see, The Great Pyramid of Khufu, the smaller Pyramid of Khafre, the smaller still Pyramid of Menaure, the Tomb of Khentkaues 1 and of course not forgetting The Sphinx.

  Towards dusk we were ushered back to the minibus and taken to our accommodation for the night, a bloody tent!

  Chapter 4

  The Bedouin tent inside was a revelation, it was without any doubt whatsoever the most luxurious tent I’d ever seen in my life. The floor was covered with thick rugs of the highest quality, drapes of the finest silk hid the tent’s walls. On the far side from the entrance were ten proper beds made up ready for us ten tourists to go to pilly cush later. Low tables were placed in the centre of the tent su
rrounded by dozens of cushions. I couldn’t find a grain of sand anywhere which was remarkable seeing as we were surrounded by the stuff. The staff here must have worked extremely hard to keep the place so clean. Outside western tables were placed under awnings with proper western chairs. I’ve never particularly liked the idea of camping ever since I got soaked and freezing going for a jolly with a boyfriend one Easter back in the U.K. All he wanted to do was get inside my knickers but I was so bloody cold I kept my clothes firmly on, needless to say we parted company on our return to civilisation. When this trip was advertised as a true Bedouin experience I thought we would be going to a hotel and have a bit of entertainment some Arab food and that would be it I never thought for a moment we’d be sleeping under canvas, but if you do have to then this was definitely the way to do it. Behind the main tent there was a second large tent which were the showers and western toilets, unbelievable, hot water was provided by solar panels, this company had thought of everything. To the side and downwind of the outside tables a huge barbecue pit had been set up and delightful aromas promised a lovely feast a little later.

  We all put our bags by our beds and then assembled by the outside tables where cold drinks including beer and wines were available. Beth and I got tucked into a particularly flavoursome bottle of chilled sauvignon blanc and enjoyed the distant views of the pyramids. Our fellow explorers, okay I know that’s a bit over the top, were a chatty bunch and time quickly passed when Mohammed asked us to be seated for the feast. And what a feast platter after platter of the finest foods were laid on the table, we started with Molokheyyak a green soup followed by Kebdah a fried liver dish, lamb kebabs, Mahshi Haman, roasted pigeons stuffed with rice would you believe, Samak Makly a grilled fish followed by fresh fruit or ice cream for desert if you wanted it.

  After the meal we all sat chatting under the stars until one by one they started to disappear off to bed.

  Much later Beth and I were left alone until she declared, “That’s it I can’t keep my eyes open any longer I’m off to bed.”

  “I’m just going to finish this off,” I said holding up my glass, “and I’ll join you.”

  All alone I marvelled at the millions of stars up there in the black sky. Mohammed wandered over and started to collect the empty bottles and dirty glasses.

  “You okay Mohammed?” I asked.

  “Fine thank you,” he replied. “You are enjoying this experience?”

  “Wonderful, I can’t believe there are so many stars up there.”

  “There is light here madam. Come with me there is a wadi not far where there is total blackness; there you will see the sky truly as Allah meant it to be seen.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, it is a wondrous sight.”

  Just for a second it crossed my mind that it would be crazy for me to wander off into the desert with this Arab, but hey holidays are all about doing different things.

  “Why not my man, lead on.”

  “It is not far, perhaps three hundred metres.”

  Mohammed switched on a torch to lead the way. At first the going was easy, the sand was hard packed but after a hundred yards the sand softened and turned to powder, my feet dug in with every step. Eventually we came to a kind of cliff with a gap in it we walked through and along the length of a small valley.

  Mohammed shone the torch on a flat rock. “Sit madam.”

  I sat down and he switched the torch off.

  “Now you can see Allah’s sky.”

  I looked up and here in the total blackness the sky was alive with a million, no a billion stars. It was a magnificent sight, one that I committed to memory and then a hand was clamped over my mouth, my arms were held to my side and tape wrapped around me. I struggled but three or four strong men held me fast. Tape was fastened over my mouth and a heavy cotton bag that stank of onions was put over my head. Finally my feet were taped together and then I was bodily carried off. I tried to wriggle free but it was to no avail, there was no escape. I was carried like this for perhaps half an hour and then unceremoniously dumped into the back of some sort of vehicle. It set off and all I could hear was the droning of the engine.

  I hadn’t felt any fear up until this moment but suddenly got very scared, where was I being taken and why? If this was for a ransom of some sort they were out of luck, I was a working girl along with everybody else I knew, nobody was about to pay for my return. I was lost, why had I been so stupid to walk away from the campsite, nobody would miss me until the morning and by then I would be miles away.

  The ride was very bumpy, my head banged against the metal floor of the vehicle every so often, I was finding it very difficult to breath inside the cotton laden air of the bag and on top of that I wanted to pee, desperately. Every bump of the vehicle increased the discomfort until in the end after a particularly harsh jolt my bladder let go, the relief was instant but the shame came on immediately. I hadn’t pissed myself since I was three and here I was my crutch soaked and nothing I could do about it. I tried to scream but the gag and bag prevented me. The journey dragged on so much that I even felt a hint of boredom it was so monotonous.

  Suddenly after what seemed like hours the vehicle stopped and the engine was switched off. It was very quiet for a few moments and then I could hear mumbled voices in Arabic. I tried shouting again and then heard laughing, bastards. We waited there again for an age and then I heard another engine in the distance and eventually recognised it as a plane. It got closer, louder and then the sound stopped. Next thing the tailgate was being opened and once again I was picked up and carried a few yards and once more dumped unceremoniously into another vehicle which I assumed was the plane which was confirmed as the engines started, it swung round and I felt the G forces as it accelerated for take off. The flight was only short I think, a half hour or so and then I was bundled into the back of another vehicle and a few minutes later once more lifted up and carried, not very far. I was put on the ground, a door closed and there was total silence. I lay there for ages straining to hear any sound at all, nothing. It was then I burst into tears my plight was so overwhelming. Here I was God alone knew where, alone and abducted, was my life now over?

  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 bl
ack 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.