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 surrounded 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 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 blase 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.