The Sheik and the Slave

Fajer used his hands to move Yasmeen’s ass onto the pillow, which popped her ass into the air for a better angle and view. Her ass was slim and round. He enjoyed her squirms and muffled cries.

Fajer had never been married and enjoyed sleeping with his concubines, but he especially enjoyed raping and using women. He considered them the weaker sex and hated women like Yasmeen who didn’t know or chose not to abide by their rightful place. His cock was the equalizer that would show Yasmeen who indeed was boss.

“Squirm, lovely princess. Fight me,” he taunted her. His hand whipped out and slapped Yasmeen against her ass, coloring it red.

She shook her head and he chuckled. The Moors were growing restless, both wanting a piece of the princess. Fajer’s liver-spotted hands cupped her breasts and roamed down the length of her delicious body.

He settled himself between her spread thighs and his cock was positioned between her ass cheeks.

Yasmeen cried into the pillow and struggled, but Fajer took his cock in hand and pressed it into her ass. It slipped into the tight hole and he sighed. She was as tight as a virgin on her wedding night. The sheik had never fucked her there.

“Yes,” he said hungrily. His cock slipped in further and further, and Yasmeen tried to dislodge his fat cock.

He suddenly held her lower hips in both hands and slammed into her tight asshole. He began banging away into the tight virgin ass. His hips slapped into her ass again and again as he forced his cock up into her.

Yasmeen was crying out into the pillow. He pulled back once and then slid his meat back into her. She cried once more, but then he felt her suddenly push back into him. She wanted his touch. Fajer nodded to the Moor on her right. The Moor released her arm and untied her gag. He moved himself beneath her head, and suddenly Yasmeen was suckling on the black Moor’s enormous cock.

Yasmeen filled her small mouth with the Moor’s huge cock and he fucked her mouth. She moved her hand beneath her body to massage her clitoris as Fajer fucked her ass.

“Oh, yes, yes. Harder, Lord Fajer. Harder,” she said, moaning into the man’s cock as Fajer and the Moor stuffed her.

The second Moor released her arm, positioned himself underneath her hips, and shoved his thick meat into her hungry pussy as Fajer continued to fuck her ass. Her pussy constricted around the thick cock and she cried aloud.

The three men began pumping her harder and harder. Fajer was pulling her asshole wider and wider as his cock pumped into her while the Moor in front of her was fucking her mouth. The other Moor was pushing his cock deeper into her, as he split her open with his thick, dark meat.

Oh Allah, Allah, Yasmeen moaned to herself as the hands everywhere roamed her body and she became the sexual orifice for the men. She was no longer a woman with a mind and spirit. She was the ultimate toy for men to use to satisfy their appetites. She was a mere vehicle from which men would be able to achieve their release. She existed for their sexual needs.

Fajer finished first, quickly climaxing inside her ass and then pulling out. The Moor before Yasmeen came into her mouth and then onto her face, spilling thick white cum on her while the Moor buried deep inside her tight cunt climaxed inside her. The four people lay exhausted in a tight heap of body parts and wet, sticky bodily fluids.

Katharine lay curled on her side, sleeping peacefully on the pillows and blankets, completely undisturbed.

***

Mohammed threw the glass into the wall. The frustration at his uselessness was driving him mad. It had only been two days, but already he felt like time was running out. Who had done this monstrous thing and why? Had Kat been kidnapped by ruffians wanting to exact their revenge on him? Was she being held by men who wanted money for her return?

Or worse yet, had she been spotted or seen by someone whose lust would never be sated until she lay underneath that man, struggling and raped, over and over again? The thoughts drove him crazy. Where was she? Suddenly outside the room he heard a knock. Bashasha was admitted into his presence.

“Forgive me, my lord. But it has come to my attention that my lady Yasmeen is missing also,” Bashasha told him.

“What?” Mohammed asked, turning to the older woman.

***

Yasmeen and the others were fast asleep when Katharine awoke. She felt disoriented and her head swam. Where am I? she wondered. Then, she remembered. Yasmeen and her hired ruffians had kidnapped her. She looked around and saw the two Moors, the fat man, and Yasmeen all naked and sleeping soundly in a massive heap. Disgusting, she thought.

She was able to escape Yasmeen and the men by cutting the ties that bound her wrists, but she had no idea how to make her way back to the palace and Mohammed.

Chapter 8

Katharine’s hand was bleeding. She had used a small spear that had been on one of the Moors to free herself. In her excitement and haste to be away, though, she had also sliced her right palm. She wrapped a purple scarf around her palm to stop the bleeding.

She pushed back the flap of the tent and looked outside into the desert. Her heart sank. It was pitch black for miles and all she saw were the sand dunes that dominated the desert Rub' al Khali.

Katharine flung herself out into the night. She would rather die in the desert than leave her fate to Yasmeen. She was in God’s hands now.

***

Bashasha had been summoned before the sheik.