Harem Girl

Harem Girl by Phebe Bodelle

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Authors: Phebe Bodelle
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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

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