Harem Girl (7 page)

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.

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, his 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.

I closed my
eyes for a moment enjoying the relaxed feeling you get after a good
fuck and make no bones about it The Prince was a great fuck,
excellent in fact. I began to realise why the other girls were
always so keen to join The Prince, they wanted a good seeing to and
who could blame them. We girls did mess around with each other from
time to time but there is absolutely nothing like a good prick up
you to satisfy your cravings.

I wondered if I
should say anything to the man, did he want to talk or was he like
a lot of men a silent one.

Five minutes
passed without a word being spoken and then he sat up, “Thank you
Susan that will be all.”

I got off the
bed and headed to the door, as I opened it I turned and smiled at
him, he smiled back and then I closed the door. The three crones
were there to escort me back to our room. The were talking in
Arabic and cackling away, I can’t say for sure but I reckon it was
something like The prince gave this Western whore a good seeing to,
she won’t want ever to go back to her own kind, possibly,
maybe?

Over time I
actually began to wonder if this life wasn’t so bad, okay I was a
prisoner but apart from that what worries did I have, food and
drink were plentiful, there was plenty of entertainment, the girls
were good company and my language skills were coming along no end.
Once every three or four weeks I had great sex with The Prince and
between times one or other of the girls would see to my needs, and
me to her. Is that the so called ‘Stockholm Syndrome’ or was I just
adjusting to my fate. I just knew it was not worth getting into a
lather about or depression could and would set in which wasn’t
going to do me any good at all.

Once in a while
The Prince would actually join us ladies in our room for a feast.
The old crones would bring in platters of the finest foods and even
bottles of wine and he’s spend an evening with us, telling us
stories and jokes. He was a very personable man and in any other
circumstances I think I could have fallen in love with him, perhaps
I already did love him just a little.

Three months or
was it four, without a calendar it was difficult to keep track of
the days passing and we were joined by another woman, Jackie an
American lady. She was truly striking looking and had a figure the
carbon copy of us other six ladies. When we released her from the
sack and bindings in the little vestibule she immediately accepted
the offer of a bath to freshen up some food. After a rest we
explained how life went on in the house and Jackie very quickly got
with the programme and said she would do exactly as we advised. I
thought she was a little odd giving in so easily and so readily but
it takes all sorts, look at Belen. The following day we introduced
her to the garden and after a very thorough walk around, where she
could almost have bee accused of surveying the place the seven of
us were in the pool splashing around and having fun when we heard
the whump, whump of a helicopter approaching.

“This is it
Jackie, you get to meet The Prince.” I said.

“Wanna bet.”
She answered, I looked at her odd.

“Girls listen
to me, we are about to be rescued, out of the pool and over there
behind that low wall, duck down there’s going to be a very big
bang.”

We all looked
at her.

“Move it
ladies, come on.”

We ran for the
wall and took cover and I realised that the helicopter noise was
much louder and with a far deeper tone, also if I was not mistaken
there were two of them, military helicopters. Moments later there
was a whoosh followed by an almighty explosion and when it was over
Jackie shouted, “Follow me.”

We ran to the
wall farthest from the house where a huge hole had been blown, as
we did so men dressed from head to foot in black streamed into the
compound, they were all wearing helmets and carried weapons. Any
body looking for trouble was going to get it from these guys and
make no mistake. I turned round for a last look at the house and
saw the three old crones at the door looking at us, gesticulating
for us to return, huh no chance. WE stumbled over the rubble and
through the hole in wall and two huge black helicopters sat with
their rotors still going, a guy at the side door waved us towards
him and helped each of us up and into the body of the machine. I
watched as the men in black started to retreat back through the
opening in the wall and splitting up between the two helicopters
and climbing aboard, as soon as the last man threw himself inside
the engine note changed and we lifted off. A guy sitting at the
back of the passenger area threw us each overalls, we girls were
still naked. One guy strapped himself into a safety harness with
his gun trained on the compound; anybody coming out into the open
would be headed for trouble. A few minutes later when we were
safely away from the area the guys started to remove their helmets
and there as large as life was my Stephen, I looked at him amazed
and he came over and swept me into his arms, holding me like the
most precious thing he had ever seen.

The engine
noise was too loud for conversation but Stephen managed to shout in
my ear. “This is my last job, okay?”

I nodded
enthusiastically.

After a ninety
minute flight we landed on a U.S. aircraft carrier somewhere in the
Mediterranean and from there were flown to Cyprus and onto our
homes countries. There were plenty of hugs and kisses between us
girls as each set off on the final leg of the journey with promised
to keep in touch.