Three Rivers (44 page)

Isabel, who had been ashamed of her body and exposing it all of her life, could not believe that there she lay, all relaxed, not caring who did what to her. She was now happy with herself and her body. Why had it taken so many years for her to be free?

The little old woman went to Isabel and spoke to her in Arabic. Doreya translated. The old woman told Isabel that she would go into her with her hand. Isabel saw that they were the tiniest, softest hands she had ever seen, almost the hands of a child. The woman explained that she would go all the way up inside Isabel, that she would take her uterus, her very womb, in her hand and massage it. Isabel would have much pleasure. Isabel was not to worry and was to come all she wanted. Isabel was not the first woman she had prepared for a man. If she came, fine, and if she wanted to come more she had only to ask Doreya, who would suck on her clitoris. “We are all women here and want only to give you pleasure.”

After the old woman had massaged her sexual and reproductive organs and the walls of her vagina, she would then wash Isabel and dry her. She would finally go in again with a special ointment. Isabel was not to be frightened when she felt herself contract considerably. The ointment, the woman explained, would make her very small for her wedding night.

Isabel lay there, completely submissive. She was not so sure that she wanted to be small for her wedding night, but at the moment she was past resisting.

The first time the small, soft hand of the woman went up her cunt, she was so filled with her own wetness and was so open and ready to be penetrated that the little woman was able to push through her juices and high up into Isabel with no problem whatsoever. Isabel could feel her juices running out along the woman’s wrist and down her arm as the fingers worked caressingly inside her. It was the most extraordinary, wonderful, soothing sensation that she had ever felt. The woman was magnificent. Her hand and wrist were not much thicker or bigger than the largest cock that had been in Isabel, and she was most clever and adept at her work, managing it with no pain to Isabel at all.

To have one’s dark recesses kissed and rubbed with kindness was the dream of every woman. It was the most
rare and wonderful pleasure; Isabel could not help but come in the most relaxed and euphoric way.

She actually felt the woman’s tiny fingers go into the very opening at the neck of the uterus to massage and squeeze it. The woman pulled her hand out, and it was wet up to her forearm. She went to a bowl to wash her hands and arms, then returned to Isabel with a sponge, scented water and a syringe, quite large, which she inserted into Isabel. By squeezing the rubber bulb on the end, she washed her with soothing herbal water.

Isabel was told how to contract her vagina until all the water was pulled high up inside her. Then, as she relaxed, the water was expelled. Isabel had very strong muscular control in her vagina, and so she was able to suck the fluid high and push it out in great spurts, washing herself beautifully and pleasing the old woman.

The woman’s fingers were like feathers as she spread the ointment inside Isabel. This time there was more difficulty for the woman because the vagina, all washed clean and dried, was more contracted. In a few minutes, after the woman had withdrawn her hand, Isabel felt her insides contract even more as her vagina grew smaller. It was a strange sensation. Her outer lips were rubbed with a different ointment, as was her clitoris. Isabel jumped with excitement; her clitoris was that sensitive. The old woman smiled and said something in Arabic. All the girls laughed.

Juju whispered in Isabel’s ear that the old woman had said she was lovely and that she would have a wedding night as if she had never had a man in her life. Sir Alexis would be very pleased. When Isabel was being opened up, she would think of how remarkable the old woman was. They all laughed, including Isabel.

Juju now checked Isabel’s nipples, and she was delighted because they were still almost a quarter of an inch long and staying out that way. She said to Isabel, “Sir Alexis will be very happy tonight, Madam; Sahid is a very clever man.”

Isabel now turned over and the old woman did her expertise on Isabel’s anus. When she had finished, she wished Isabel happiness and then left the hammam.

Isabel felt wonderful. Every bit of her body was at ease. It was as if she were coming down from some amazing trip. She felt wonderful, happy and ready to go.

Juju and Maryka shed their clothes, led Isabel into the bath and began washing her. At one point Isabel began to laugh. She could not help but smile to herself as she thought,
oh, Ava, would you not die of anger if you were to see this scene? And Kate, you silly old thing, could you accept this? If only I could persuade you both to share this happily with me and enjoy your lives for once
.

Isabel felt quite childish and broke away from the girls to swim across the bath. They grabbed her, and in their broken English told her that there was no time to play, or she would be late for her wedding.

They took her from the bath, dried her off, scented her body and felt very proud when they saw that her nipples were indeed longer, and staying that way. They rubbed more ointment into them until it was absorbed. When she was dried thoroughly, she slipped on her galabia and then sat on one of the chaises with her feet up. The door was opened and at last came the hairdresser, the manicurist and the pedicurist to do their work.

After Alexander had left Isabel in the hammam, he went on to the guestroom that he always used when he was at the Roda house. Everything that he had told Isabel was true. He was in love with her. He did not know how or when it had happened, but sometime during her first visit to Cairo he saw a change in her — a sensuality that reached out to him, and he found himself fascinated in a way that he had never known before.

He had been tempted to stay and watch everything that was being done to her for her wedding day. He had no jealousy in him about Alexis being the one whom she was marrying. He was a strong man and would never torture himself for one second if he could not have something.

As he walked to his room, he thought of the little old woman and how she would open Isabel wide, only to tighten her. Just the thought of making Isabel scream with passion from his caresses aroused him. The thought of filling her with semen, working on her sexually in various erotic ways, aroused him even more.

He wanted to sleep, but he wanted a woman as well. That in itself was incredible after the night that he and Alexis had just had together. He thought of that whore and how Alexis and he had fucked her. She was incredible
to be able to take both of them into her at the same time. It was fantastic their both coming in one cunt at the same moment. He wondered if one day he and Alexis would do it to Isabel.

Ah, the sensual Isabel … Yes, he would have to call for a woman.

As soon as Alexander was in his room, he spoke with the madam of his favorite bordello and told her what he wanted in an hour’s time and where and how to send her to him. He then undressed and went to sleep.

Gamal arrived with the girl and a tray of hot, sweet coffee an hour later. He looked the girl over and then said, “Gamal, come back for her in an hour.” After Gamal left, Alexander sipped his coffee and had the girl undress.

By the time he had the girl dress herself again, he had taken her in every way that he had wanted to take Isabel. He was not only a well-versed lover but a clever one as well. He even made the whore beg to be fucked by him.

Later Alexander was dressed in his best, light-weight, gray pin-striped Saville Row suit, his Lobb shoes, Turnbull & Asser shirt and a perfect French tie as he paced back and forth through the huge entrance hall of the Roda house. The car was waiting outside. He had sent a servant twice to hurry Isabel along. Alexander could see up the grand wide curving staircase to the balcony above where Gamal stood outside Isabel’s bedroom door, waiting for her to emerge.

At last he saw Gamal move and the door open. Isabel hurried along the balcony and down the stairs. She was simply ravishing. Her chestnut-brown hair, shining like silk, was parted in the center and swept back softly away from her face, falling in soft, large billows down around her shoulders. Somewhere down low, around the nape of the neck, stuck in among the waves and curls, were the three little diamond hair clips that he had given her. Her makeup was exquisite: She looked soft and sensual, yet fresh and young, and her eyes, with their pale lavender shadow, looked bigger and more soulful. In them was a twinkle of such happiness that just looking at her made Alexander smile. She swiftly and elegantly traveled down the stairs.

Her dress was the color of the Sahara sand. It was an antique Fortuny, pleated silk dress and moved perfectly
with every step she took. It was a sheer piece of soft sculpture in flight. On her feet were sand-colored, high-heeled, open, braided, suede sandals. Her ruby-red toenails and fingernails were accents of sensuality and part of her outfit.

In her ears she wore diamond earrings and on her fingers, the magnificent diamond rings. Around her neck were the Saladin Diamonds, all three strands of them, and close to her neck, on the rim of her dress, she wore her diamond bumblebee. She was more than ravishing. She was transfigured.

Alexander thought her wedding dress the most beautiful he had ever seen in his life. He hoped that she would not be too warm. Although the heat was cooling down at this hour, it was still a very hot day. Then he noticed in her hand an ivory-handled, ribbed fan of fine, sand-colored silk and a Cameron compact and knew that she was prepared to handle the heat.

Alexander watched every move she made and wondered how this beautiful, sensuous, intelligent Isabel was going to manage to keep out of the limelight once the marriage was common knowledge and international society focused on her. He went to meet her at the bottom of the stairs, and when she asked if he thought she looked all right, he could not help but laugh. He kissed her on the cheek and told her that she was more than all right.

He tucked his arm under hers and they started through the front door. On the veranda, a chauffeur whom she had not seen before went down the stairs and opened the door to the long, large, comfortable Rolls Royce. It was a dark, rich olive-green.

As soon as Isabel got into the car, she noticed them. The tiny Lalique vases in brackets at each end of the seat, filled with miniature lotus flowers and trailing white, heavy-scented jasmine. The interior of the car was in white glove leather. On the seat was a large cushion of the same leather, which Alexander picked up to tuck behind her. It had the initials I.W.H. elaborately and intricately embroidered in olive-green silk.

As they drove away, Isabel saw the entire staff of the Roda house line up in salutation along the path to the gates. It was a sweet gesture, and she rolled down the window and smiled at them as she passed.

Alexander laughed and rolled the window up, saying,
“You had better stay cool. It is twenty miles to Memphis.”

Isabel sat back and turned to face Alexander. She stretched her long legs out and put them up on the little upholstered footstool. “My, I think this is the most luxurious of Alexis’s cars. Beautiful isn’t it? It seems to just purr along, and the air-conditioner is so silent, one hardly realizes it is on.”

“I am sure Alexis will be pleased that you like it,” Alexander grinned. “Why not pull on that little handle attached to the back of the front seat?”

Isabel did, and enchantingly, a perfect little desk of burl walnut appeared. Inlaid in the top were the initials I.W.H. in silver and gold.

“It is beautiful, Alexander! And how sweet! He had my initials put on the desk-top. What an extraordinary thing to do.”

Alexander told her to look in the panel that pulled out from the center of the back of the front seat. She pulled the knob, and out slid a charming small bookcase with a dictionary and one of each of her Meredith Montagues. Tucked into the corner of the little car library was a vertical drawer. She opened it, and inside was an envelope addressed to her in Alexis’s handwriting. Quickly she opened it, suddenly wanting him very much. It read:

“My darling, the man driving the car is called Anwar, he is your own personal chauffeur and the car that is carrying you to me is my wedding gift to you. I hope you are happy with it. Love, Alexis.”

Isabel sat silent with pleasure. She handed the letter to Alexander and continued looking at all the intricate details of the car.

She folded everything back into the seat and said, “I am getting too excited. He does spoil me terribly. I don’t think I should see any more for now.”

Alexander bent forward and put away her letter, took her hand and kissed it. He reached over across from him, and from the back of the front seat a little door dropped down. He offered her a nonalcoholic drink. She said no, she was fine. From the little bar, he poured himself a Scotch and soda. He closed up the bar and set his glass in the built-in niche next to him.

He sipped his drink and they talked as Isabel’s Rolls Royce glided on its way to Memphis. It could not have been a more perfect day. The heat outside the air-cooled Rolls was going down as rapidly as the sun. The sky was clear and blue and the air was extraordinarily translucent. Everything on the road to Memphis was lush and green, with vast groves of great tall palm trees. The city with all its concrete and noise was left far behind by the time they arrived in Memphis. They had passed through a few little villages and had seen Egyptian country life, with its simple fellahin and their carts and oxen; farm people tilling the soil richer than any other soil in the world.

Then there was Memphis. Before they drove into the village, she saw in the distance the chain of step pyramids of Sakkara. Sakkara is the City of the Dead. The necropolis contains over fourteen pyramids of mastabas and tombs, along with art objects and engravings dating from the Thirtieth Dynasty. It was there that the oldest mummy and the oldest papyrus were found. These pyramids predated those of Giza.

Alexander told her that he would take her there, for he knew Sakkara very well, and the museum archaeologists would be more than happy to show her things that were rarely seen. For example, the Scrapeum, the most curious tomb of the whole necropolis. It was dedicated to Apis the Ox, and the animal was mummified in exactly the same ceremonial fashion as a human being.