The Sheik and the Slave

But Safiya’s smile faded. The rise to queen came at a price.

Her uncle visited her nightly and never took no for an answer. He had initiated her into oral sex and thrilled to watch the lovely girl on her knees with his cock in her mouth. He had even taken to lighting a candle in the darkened room and watching her in the looking glass. He would watch, fascinated, as her pink lips moved over him and his cock plunged deeper and deeper into her warm mouth.

A short, squat and hairy man, Khaldun seemed to delight in the fact that he alone had sexual access to his lovely niece. He watched her jealously during the day and was always wary of anyone near her. As a young woman, she was surrounded by older women, and no men ever saw her. But he was jealous nonetheless.

He enjoyed the sexual control he held over her and knew that Mohammed had no interest in her whatsoever. Unlike his brother, he knew that the little slut must quicken with child soon, or any chance they had of being linked to the prestigious family would be done.

Khaldun knew with certainty that his niece was pregnant, as her bleeding has ceased. But as Mohammed had been drugged the only night he had slept with the girl and had not ejaculated, the child she carried was his own.

He enjoyed watching his little niece squirm underneath him as he plowed into her. She was a slender thing, with small breasts and hips. He loved wrapping her long hair around his hand as he took her from behind. He was also fascinated with the looking glass and often moved it close to them as they fucked.

As the first man to have her, besides the one quick thrust of Mohammed’s, she had a tight little snatch, and he wanted her to remain his alone. He had told none of this to his brother, her father, and visited her secretly at night.

This night, he admired the globes of her tight ass and moved his hands over them. He thought of anal sex, which was a degrading and dirty act that only whores performed. He had never been one for it, but he wanted his niece entirely his. He wanted to conquer every part of her and that would be the final act. Once his manhood was inside her ass, she would be his. He plunged his cock deep into her tight vaginal passage and moved onto one knee to grab her hips.

Her breasts bounced with the movement, and Khaldun climaxed loudly, coming into his niece’s passage and pulling out while his thick white ropes of semen splashed onto her ass.

His niece covered herself and moved away from him.

“I don’t want this anymore,” she spoke softly.

Khaldun smiled, as his niece looked defeated. She was no longer a happy young girl, but a woman, defeated, and a slave to his whims and, more importantly, his cock.

“I think you will do as I say, my little cocksucker,” he said to her.

“Don’t call me that. You have no right. I will be mistress of all of this soon and you will be cast out,” she muttered.

Khaldun kneeled before her and smacked her cheek lightly.

“You will be queen of nothing if you don’t shut that mouth when I say and open those thighs when I say,” he threatened.

She inched away from him.

“You are breeding already, and we both know the babe in your belly is mine. So watch yourself, Safiya. You are my little toy. No one else cares for you but me,” he said. His hands trailed along her slim thigh and he pushed one fat finger into her slick wet passage.

“You be a good girl. You please me greatly and that’s all that matters. Don’t get so high and mighty. The sheik cares nothing for you. But I will watch over you,” he said.

His hand threaded into her hair.

“You were always my favorite niece,” he said. He kissed her quickly on the mouth and then left.

***

Mohammed sighed. It had been several weeks and still he had not been able to leave Arabia for England. He chomped at the bit to be away from this place and on his way to recovering Katharine.

The young girl Safiya was breeding and it was confirmed. He remembered very little of the night, but he did recall pressing her thighs apart and penetrating her. He even remembered breaking her hymen, but that was all.

Mohammed spent the time in Arabia pondering much of what occurred with Katharine. He desperately wanted to know who had hired Jean Baptiste. It unnerved him that someone hated her enough to want her out of his life. Who on earth had followed them from Arabia to England to fulfill such an evil deed?

He had already given Daleel instructions to release the harem girls with dowries to marry or settle their lives outside the palace. Each was given money according to her time spent within the harem walls and her age. The older women had less of a chance to marry, so more money had been settled on those women. He tried to be extremely generous to the women, some who had even served his father. He wanted them all settled and would continue to help them monetarily until their deaths.

He knew that Katharine would only agree to a true marriage of one man and one woman, the European style. She would not consent to a multiple marriage, and he was willing to live that life.

He had been in contact with Lord Fairfax, and he hoped that the Bow Street Runners would discover something more than Abdullah had.

***

Abdullah was smiling and rubbing his hands together in glee. It was all coming together. Mohammed had stalled returning to England, as the young girl was indeed pregnant.