The Sheik and the Slave

“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.