The Sheik and the Slave (6 page)

The women viewed her as a foreigner and none associated with
her. She had denied an easy life for the sake of a servant
’
s life and none could
understand her. She dreamed of England with its green hills, wintry nights, and
her father
’
s love.
She missed her friends and her family, and wondered if she would see any of
them again.

She bathed and massaged Gameela, who was one of the sheik
’
s favorites. She was a
slender woman with small breasts and hips; she loved to pleasure him with her
mouth and swallow his essence. She spoke a broken English that she had learned
from the sheik himself. It was rumored that she might be the second wife to the
sheik, but Bashasha dismissed this as mere gossip.

“
You
are silly woman,
”
Gameela spoke to Katharine.

“
Indeed?
”
The flimsy garments Kat
was forced to wear revealed more than concealed, and the loose pantaloons and
sheer garments that covered her breasts were a pale pink, which made her seem
even more pale and blonde. Tiny bells encircled her ankles and marked her as
property. His property.

Katharine dipped her hands into the scented oil and massaged
Gameela
’
s long legs.
She kneaded the flesh and stopped right before the young woman
’
s bottom.

“
The
sheik is great man and lover,
”
Gameela continued.

Katharine ignored her words and moved to massage her arms,
neck, and hands. She thought of England and London as the other harem women
talked in small groups inside the harem. A few women were in the pool bathing
and the sky shone through the windows in the ceiling, making the water warm and
comfortable.

A eunuch passed by, deep in talk with Bashasha, and she
smiled lightly at Katharine, who smiled back and nodded.

Katharine wondered not for the last time about her home.
What time of day was it in England? What was her father doing? Was he worried
about her? Did her mother care? Had anyone told her mother? Of course they
would have once Sarah had returned home to the townhouse without her
sister-in-law. What was Francie doing? Were her sisters and Charles well? She
wondered if Sarah was pregnant yet. Did the world move on without her? Did
anyone miss her?

Katharine finished the massage as Bashasha approached them
and said,
“
Go,
Gameela. Return to the sheik
’
s
room in one hour to retrieve her, Katharine.
”

“
Yes,
Bashasha,
”
Katharine
said as she watched Gameela slink down the hallway. Kat returned to the inner
sanctum of the harem.

The harem was beautifully decorated in tiles of aqua, green
and yellow. A large pool dominated the center, with the skylight shining into
the pool to warm it. The room was pleasing and cool to the eye, with two
stories and several private rooms where the women rested on the second floor.
Harem women were not the only ones who spent time in the rooms. Mohammed
’
s mother and sisters
visited and gossiped in the room, as well as the eunuchs who escorted the women
throughout the palace grounds.

Large native plants were situated throughout the harem,
including several date trees. There was a small area for musicians to set up
and a little stage for dancing when it was requested. Several harem women were
gifted dancers, and Mohammed would have them dance when visitors came to his
palace.

“
You
make things very hard on yourself, little one,
”
Bashasha said quietly.

“
Because
I don
’
t whore for
him?
”
Katharine
asked. She almost kicked a small vase as she turned a corner, with the older
women falling close behind her.

“
You
could be mistress of this all. I have seen the way he looks at you, Lady
Katharine,
”
Bashasha
whispered to her.

“
I
won
’
t whore for him.
I want to return home. How long before he lets me go?
”
Katharine asked and stalked to the corner,
where her small mass of pillows and bedcovers lay. She wasn
’
t allowed a room and
bathed in public. She was reduced to a servant
’
s
life. She lived a solitary life and only allowed Bashasha near her.

“
You
only make things more difficult for yourself,
”
Bashasha said, and then she left the young beauty alone.

***

“
My
lord,
”
Gameela spoke
sweetly to Mohammed as he watched her approach.

“
Gameela,
”
he replied. Mohammed
watched her strip in front of him. Her small breasts bounced lightly as she
walked to him. Her hips were slim but they didn
’
t
curve out as the little white witch
’
s
did. He closed his eyes and saw the blonde hair falling down her back and the
sea blue eyes. He wanted the little blonde. His cock hardened at the thought of
her.

Gameela smiled as she watched him harden and felt certain he
would take her as his second wife. Her tiny nipples twisted into tight buds as
she sat before him.

He watched as she settled herself on the pillows before him
and her little fingers tugged at her nipples. The brown buds puckered and she
lifted one to her lips, twirling her tongue around it.

Mohammed watched as she put her small fingers into her tight
little cunt. She was one of his favorites for many reasons. She swallowed his
manhood and seed, for one. Also, her little pussy was tight and responsive; it
constricted when he was inside her, and the walls were delicious. She had
learned well the art of tightening herself when he was inside. Her hair fell
about her waist and he touched the long strands.

He watched her small fingers encircle her little snatch and
enter it. She was dripping wet and her hairless pussy glistened as he admired
the lips of her vagina.

Gameela watched his cock lengthen as the blood poured into
it. His cock was magnificent and Gameela loved being called to serve him. She
hated the thought of the other harem women having him, but such was the way of
men and women. A man could serve many women and impregnate many women
–
not the other way
around.

She moved to him and brushed her hair across his cock. Her
fingertips moved lightly along his shaft. When he made no move towards her, she
leaned forward and touched her lips to the pink head. It jerked in reflex and
she enveloped it with her lips. Her tongue swirled around the cock
’
s head and down the shaft
and she moved along its length. It thickened and filled her throat.

His hands touched her head and urged her down the entire
length. He leaned back and groaned. Gameela smiled as she continued to suck
him.

***

Bashasha returned to where Katharine slept and woke her.

“
It
is time to retrieve Gameela,
”
she said.

Katharine awoke in the midst of a wonderful dream, in which
she had been walking through the vast gardens that surrounded her home and her
father had been calling to her from across the green. He was warm and loving as
he smiled to her, but now she awoke to a hot, foreign world. Her cheeks were
flushed as she adjusted her clothing to try and hide her curves and breasts in
the almost see-through fabric. She felt naked without the tight corset she was
so accustomed to.

“
Why
does he ask me to go get the women? It was always the eunuchs before I came,
”
she asked Bashasha.

As a virgin, she felt cheapened and dirty as she went to
retrieve the sated-looking women in a room smelling of sex and semen, and
feeling those dark, hooded eyes on her whenever she appeared to him.

“
Silly
child. Don
’
t ask
foolish questions,
”
Bashasha admonished her.

“
No!
”
Katharine whirled around
to face the small woman.
“
Why?
Why do I have to go to fetch the women? Why me?
”

Bashasha pulled the beautiful blonde with her as she neared
the door.

“
Bah!
You know why,
”
she
replied.

“
No
I don
’
t know. Why?
”
She waited for the harem
mistress to answer.

“
He
summons you to see you. To watch you and undress you with his eyes. To bring
you to heel so that you can see the woman he has just made love to. You know
why, little one,
”
she spoke quietly, pushing her into the corridor.

Katharine knew it was true. He was always watching her with
those dark eyes. Her scant clothes provided little protection as he probed her
body and longed to take away her innocence.

Gameela arched her back as his cock sank into her. She
gasped at the largeness of him. He pulled her firmly onto his cock as it
penetrated deep into her body. Katharine walked into the room and waited behind
the latticed screen for Gameela. The long flaps of curtain were silent, as she
had made her way into the interior of his private room.

Katharine watched with large eyes as Gameela rode the sheik.
From where she was standing, she could only see the woman
’
s small brown ass and her
long dark hair falling down her back. The sheik was lying beneath her but to
the right of Gameela so when Katharine entered, he saw her. His hands gripped
Gameela tighter and as he plunged into the woman, but his eyes were on
Katharine.

Katharine locked eyes with him, even as he performed this
most intimate act with another woman. Just as his cock remained inside Gameela,
his thoughts and his mind were with Katharine. He wanted the blonde
’
s tiny pussy surrounding
his cock. He wanted her bouncing on top of him and climaxing on his cock.

Katharine could not look away as he pulled back and Gameela
immediately withdrew to her knees. She took him in her mouth and tasted her
saltiness on him. The sheik
’
s
hand splayed in her hair as his eyes stayed on Katharine. His dark eyes watched
the blonde in the shadows as the dark-haired girl
’
s
mouth took his cock. Katharine blushed pink in the dark.

Katharine watched the sheik with Gameela and suddenly couldn
’
t help herself. Her hand
moved into her loose fitting pants and her small finger delved past the tiny
curls and into her tight, wet pussy. She was wet and wanted him. She knew it
was wrong, and knew she shouldn
’
t
give in to this madness. She was ashamed of herself and abruptly she pulled her
hand away, but it was too late.

He had seen her touch herself and he quickly emptied his
seed into Gameela
’
s
warm mouth. Gameela swallowed delicately and left quietly.

Gameela did not wait to walk back with Katharine, sensing
something in the air between them.

“
Come
here, princess,
”
Mohammed said to Katharine.

Katharine lowered her eyes in shame. She should never have
done such a rash thing. She didn
’
t
want to be near him and she hated it when he called her princess, mocking her
past life and position.

She could not run. What would be the silly point of that? He
would only have her brought back.
Until I find a way to escape
, she
thought,
I must bear his existence
.

His dark eyes devoured her as she came close, and his dark
skin glistened with sweat.

“
I
’
ve asked you not to call
me that,
”
she told
him sullenly.

Mohammed grinned.
“
Lie
back upon the pillows here with me,
”
he said. He remained seated and at ease, his manhood growing hard again as he
watched her.

“
No,
”
she said. She bit her
lip to stop from arguing with him.

“
Now,
”
he commanded. He never
argued with her. He side-swiped her disagreements and told her the same thing
in another way.

Katharine looked at him angrily and lay back upon the
pillows. Her blonde hair sparkled against the dark, embroidered pillows.

“
I
don
’
t love you. I
don
’
t even like you,
”
she whispered to him,
but she couldn
’
t
look at him.

“
This
matters? Your body was made to receive a man and bear children. What is love
and like?
”
Mohammed
asked. He admired her elegantly-shaped face with its high cheekbones and lush
lips.

His hand touched her breasts and her small nipples, and they
tightened in response. She could not hide the evidence of her arousal.

She turned her head to the side, away from his eyes and
touch.

“
How
could you understand?
”
she asked him.

Mohammed
’
s
long brown finger touched her nipple and Katharine gasped.

“
Your
body does not know love, like, hate, lust. It wants to be sated. Your body
needs what I can give you,
”
he continued. His hand moved lower and covered her small mound. It was warm and
wet; when he moved his hand against her, she arched her back, not realizing it.

His cock bounced at the thought of her little pussy tight
and surrounding him. He had to have her. Mohammed straddled her hips and looked
down at her.