Harem Girl

by Phebe Bodelle

  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 wor
ld, 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.”

  I knelt down and took his softening cock into my mouth, it tasted of cum but I sucked it for all I was worth. It didn’t take long for it to spring back to full hardness and I bobbed my head up and down its length. I pulled away and licked the knob head and all around it. One time I actually looked up into The Prince’s face and smiled. I wanted him to enjoy this I didn’t want his pals to come back in and force themselves back into my bum. When he was close to coming for a third time he grabbed my hair and held my head rigid and fucked my mouth with an ever increasing pace. He was like a steam train ramming into me until once again he moaned in pleasure at the release of his cum pulsing deep into my throat. I didn’t let go and showing my compliance by licking his cock clean. I used my tongue on every inch of him.

  Finally I looked up at him. “Was that good?”

  He nodded. “Stand up Susan. Next time I come I want you showered, your hair wet and as enthusiastic as you were just now. Do you understand?”

  “I do.”

  “Good, we will make your next experience far more enjoyable. Now tell Justine I want her next.”

  Bloody hell he’d already shot his load three times and he wanted more, he must be some kind of super stud!

  He rang the bell again and the three women from before led my back to our room.

  “Justine.” I said cocking my head towards the door. She smiled, she was actually happy going off to see the megalomaniac prince, it takes all sorts.

  “So what happened?” Moira asked.

  “I was gang raped, The Prince and four of his henchmen and then they turned me over and The Prince fucked me up the arse, I told him to stop when his buddies were about to start. I just couldn’t take any more.”

  The woman came and put her arm round my shoulders. “I think Belen was right, why suffer for the inevitable.”

  “He’s a cunt, a fucking bastard cunt.”

  “Yes he is. I know you won’t want to hear this but he can also be charming, kind and considerate.”

  “Huh I don’t see how.”

  “Next time if you acquiesce you’ll see.”

  I went and ran myself a bath, used one of the bidets to flush myself out and then lay in the tub soaking away the filth and degradation I felt. I pondered what Moira had said and realised she was right. I was a prisoner here totally under The Prince’s command. He could do with me as he pleased, or get rid of me, what had happened to the other girl who had gone missing, left in the dessert to die, murdered and buried somewhere in the wilderness? Who knew? If I was to get out of this at some time in the future then I would have to play a waiting game. There I had made my decision, next time The Prince wanted my services I’d blow his mind with my sexual prowess.

  Chapter 5

  It was three weeks before he required my services. He had arrived in between but called on Belen and Moira together, they told me he liked them to put on a girl on girl show before he fucked them both. They confirmed he had the stamina of a horse and had fucked them both twice, fanny wise and anal wise, it seemed our prince was into rear end buffing.

  The next time his helicopter arrived all six of us rushed to the shower to refresh and fragrance ourselves deliberately leaving our hair wet, if that’s what he liked then that’s what he’d get. Maria was called for first and then an hour later it was me. I followed the three old crones readily this time and walked into The Prince’s room with a smile on my face. He was laid on the bed still naked from his encounter with Maria.

  “Hello Prince,” I beamed, “Or should I call you something else?”

  “In my bed chamber you may call me Abu, if we should meet anywhere else just say Sir.”

  I nodded. “Abu, that’s a nice name.”

  “Thank you, now come to the bed. I must say Susan you are looking lovely today.”

  “Thank you, I’ve been looking forward to this encounter.”

  “You have?”

  “Yes, can we just forget our last meeting; pretend it never happened and start over.”

  “What meeting was that?” He smiled.

  I laid down on the bed beside him reached over and took his already half erect cock in my hand slowly pulling the skin up and down its length.

  “Is that good?” I asked.

  “Perfect.”

  He was on his back his head resting on his arms enjoying my attentions.

  “You know Abu there was no need to abduct me, if you had asked me to come in that coffee bar I would have.”

  “That would not be possible, all Western women are thought of as whores, a man in my position cannot be seen talking to a whore.”

  “That’s very harsh, we aren’t all whores.”

  “Your tongue makes a liar of you Susan. You are a married woman and yet you say you would have come with me, does that not make you a whore?”

  Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, I’d walked right into that.

  There was nothing further to say after that so I leaned forward and took his now hard cock into my mouth. I moved around and kneeled alongside his head so I could take his cock as deep as I could into my mouth. So I was a whore, I’d fucking act like one and give him the sexual time of his life. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, taking it deeper and deeper until I felt it touch my throat. I gagged a little, pulled back a bit and then plunged down again taking more of his cock, I kept at it until at last I felt his pubes on my lips, I bet there weren’t many whores who’d be willing to take that much cock down their throat. After a couple minutes of giving his prick the best oral I could muster The Prince did something that I hadn’t expected at all, he pulled my left leg over his body so he could get to my cunt with his tongue. Now that wasn’t in my script at all, I was there to pleasure him, give him his oats all be it as good as I could, me being pleasured was not what I was expecting but if he wanted to lick my cunt who was I to stop him. I determined that I wasn’t going to enjoy it but when his tongue caressed my clit my determination kind of dissolved, it felt nice, lovely in fact and for a girl who hadn’t had a decent bit of sex, any sex come to that, in weeks I then decided that I might as well enjoy it even if it was against my will. I’d stop short of coming though and perhaps finish myself off in the toilet once I returned to our room.

  The Prince was however a master craftsman at giving head and he worked my cunt over good and proper, h
is tongue examining every nook and cranny, probing deep into my hole and giving my clit a very thorough going over. When he eventually slipped a finger inside me, then a second I felt the first stirrings of that very pleasurable feeling welling inside me. I fought it, honest, I didn’t want to come but his ministrations were just simply too much for me and moments later my orgasm burst through me. I tried to moan but with eight inches of solid manhood stuck down your throat it’s difficult. I think I must have sounded like a strangled frog as my climax struck, I groaned my way through enjoying the wonderful feelings pulsing through my body. As soon as The Prince realised my climax had subsided he put me on my back, opened my legs wide and slipped his prick into my fanny, it felt superb and as he started to ride me I wondered why I had fought it in the first place. His technique, rhythm and prick driving into me were all in perfect harmony and my second climax started moments later. I wrapped my legs around his body and using the leverage this afforded swung my hips up to meet his thrusts, this time with my mouth free of cock I was able to scream out my alleluias for a fucking good climax. As soon as that climax died down he had me on all fours shagging me doggy style. I didn’t want to but knew I would, I reached down to my clit to give me that bit extra you miss when taking it from behind. I rubbed myself vigorously in time to The Prince’s motions. It took a little longer but orgasm number three was a right stonker, my whole body shaking with the passion. Then it was my bum’s turn to take his cock. He spat on it and used a finger to moisten and open me up a bit and then slid his cock straight in. This time it felt pleasurable, not sufficient for another climax but nice enough to just enjoy it. He pumped away at me for five more minutes until he started to groan and I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he shot his cum deep into my hole. Sated he pulled out and lay with his back on the bed. I turned over and lay beside him.