(The Sheik of the country had taken a woman prisoner because she was caught giving a bomb to an assassin.)
His tall frame blocked the light from the door. White robes and a headdress that hid most of his black curly hair falling to his collar, a bronze skin, a small moustache and goatee and eyes that burned with hatred. Normally the type of man most women would love to see looking at them. Now however he looked like revenge on two legs accusing her to be part of some bomb plot.
Her eyes spit fire and she hissed "Why would I? Do you think it matters to me if you live or die and if you rule this country?"
He slapped her in the face and she quieted down sinking to the floor.
He said to her "I am going to do you an offer and that is only valid until I come back from talking to the head of security who your behind already met yesterday. Either you go to the gallows for plotting to murder a lot of people from this country or you agree to become my slave of the bedchamber."
"That will mean that you will be a prisoner in my palace and will have to come every time I summon you to my bed to pleasure me. What might even result in you having to do the opposite as what you plotted for namely swell up and give me sons. You will have to live in my harem and for this world you will be death. You will repay me for what you did the rest of your life, but you will live and be clad in jewels and satin. Think about that and I will hear your answer when I come back."
She shivered. How the hell had she ended up here? She had only done a fellow countryman a favour by delivering a package at the big parade because he had to go home in a hurry as his mother had been taken to hospital with a heart attack.
Before she had known it she had been dragged to this prison and interrogated. First somewhat nicely and polite, but when she had stuck to her story the officer had ripped her cloths to pieces and tied her to a table and with all her private parts in the air had started to whip her with his belt. He had grinned when she was struggling to breath and had put his hand on her pussy saying "You are lucky whore that the sheik has forbidden to rape you. My children were there too and would have been killed by your actions. We will hang you. Maybe by that time he will lift that order."
She had laid on the floor of her cell all night with her burning bottom upwards crying her eyes out. How had she ended up here? And now this ruler of the country whom she only once had been introduced to at a formal do at the embassy was telling her she was facing the noose or his bed. Her mind raced. Was there any way out? Her legal mind was telling her that the death penalty was the end of everything and every other option held a chance to be free again.
The door opened. He held out his hand and asked her to choose and she grabbed it. It felt warm and strong against hers and she suddenly realised that one day the rest of that muscular body would probably hold her as tightly.
He had covered her with a long cloak he seemed to have brought with him expecting her to choose like she did and put her in the back of a car with tinted windows that had driven her off. After like 10 minutes it stopped at his seaside palace and the door was opened by a huge black man.
"I am Idriss the head of the harem. Please do get out of the car and follow me," he had said.
She followed him into the main hallway and then towards a enclosed garden with a gate guarded by two equally big black men. The gate opened into a long rectangular tiled shaded courtyard with a fountain mumbling in the middle. On both sides the courtyard was lined by long balconies with many rooms on the left and on the right side it seemed by larger spaces.
Idriss said: "Your room will be waiting on the left but first you definitely need a bath."
He took her by the arm and pulled her to the right to what turned out to be a luxurious bathing area with a big pool and a Turkish steam-bath. The rooms were filled with all kind of beautiful women, ranging from nude to dressed in thin garments and with skin from olive, bronze to chocolate brown, who looked at the foreigner walking in with surprise and then started to chatter to Idriss.
"Be quiet," he commanded. "This English woman is here not like you girls because you choose to live this life but the Master took her as his slave instead of having her killed. Azziza get her washed, shaved, oiled and dressed so she at least looks and smells like one of those beauties here."
An elderly lady walked to her and pulled her rags over her head. The sudden nakedness made her nipples stiffen and she felt herself blush feverishly under the gazes of all those girls who were staring at all her private parts and giggling behind their beautiful bejewelled hands.
Azziza took her to the steam-bath and poured pitchers of cold water over her to wash away the grime of the prison. Her whole body became covered with goose bumps. Then she put her down on the warm stone platform in the middle and washed her hair with delicate smelling shampoo and scrubbed her body with soap.
The warmth and the steam of the room made her sleepy but all of a sudden she almost jumped when she felt Azziza starting to shave her mount and labia. A young helper stretched her leg to the side and helped to hold the flesh stretched for the razor. She felt so embarrassed and closed her eyes in shame.
The razor kept moving over her sex. Just when she had the feeling they could not open her any wider the low voice of the Sheikh had her jumping. Opening her eyes she saw him and Idriss standing next to her taking in the view. Her face turned bright red but as she was pinned down by the women there was no way she could try and cover herself.
"I had been wondering if your nipples would be like pink rose-buds and I see I am right." He bent down and stroked her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger. "So your name will be Rosebud here, slave." "Idriss I really like her white velvet skin. She is not supposed to go and swim in the sun.""Azziza have her oiled and perfumed and made ready for my bed tonight."
"But Lord" dared Idriss to say, "she is completely untrained in the arts of the Harem..."
"I know but she is here as punishment and choose to be my slave so I want to make my claim of ownership straight away and when we have her branded and pierced tomorrow you can go and start training her while my cum is already in her womb and hopefully a son already growing under her heart."
