The Sheik and the Slave

Mohammed laced his hands behind his head as Nahweh from West Africa’s mouth descended upon his hard cock. She bobbed up and down and he watched, fascinated, as her dark lips encircled his cock. His hips thrust forward and the young girl gagged slightly and continued. He was about to climax when Yasmeen walked into his private bedchamber.

“Be gone, whore,” Yasmeen said. She slapped the girl’s dark ass and Nahweh leapt from the bed and away from the couple.

Mohammed watched his wife as she circled the bed. He knew she ruled harem with an iron fist, partly from jealousy, but also because she hated the harem women and their place in his bed. She had a great need to prove that she was the wife over the harem women. Even the beautiful and benevolent Tuya, Mohammed’s mother, had accepted the harem and seemed to understand that a man had needs much more so than a woman.

“Careful, woman,” he told her, remaining where he had been, with his cock still throbbing hard and the girl’s spit still on it.

“You are no better than the whores that serve you, husband,” Yasmeen told Mohammed harshly.

He enjoyed her spirit, he thought, but she needed reminding of her place.

“If you deprive me of my sport, than you must replace her,” he informed Yasmeen, pulling her down upon the bed and thrusting his cock inside her. He moved inside her and came quickly. He pulled away from her and left the room quietly with no words.

Rather than feeling degraded at his treatment, Yasmeen lay upon the bed praying and begging Allah to give her a son.

***

Mohammed stirred in his sleep. Nada and Gameela slept on each side of him, naked and sleek in sleep. He loved women together and smiled as his hand wandered into Nada’s tight little snatch. She was the Arabian woman who preferred other women and greatly enjoyed her time in the harem. She was always ready for him, and he pulled her on top of him.

He sighed as Nada began to bounce up and down on him and his cock throbbed inside her. Gameela had come up on her knees and was twirling Nada’s dark nipple in her mouth. Gameela fondled Mohammed’s balls in her one hand, and in the other she fingered Nada’s tight little asshole.

Nada began to cum loudly, and he pulled out of her little cunt as Gameela knelt before him and swallowed his cock whole. Her blood-red lips took all of him and she swallowed his seed delicately.

Later, as Mohammed bathed, he thought of Yasmeen. It was not something he had wanted to dwell on, but it had been too long not to realize that Yasmeen was not going to have another child. By the merciful Allah, he was allowed four wives and there had been no male heirs and no more pregnancies. It was a bad sign.

He knew he must begin choosing his next wife. He thought of his neighboring cousins and their little Amira. She would be of an acceptable age soon and perhaps she would do. No, he surmised. She was too hairy and her hooknose was not attractive. Perhaps his Egyptian family on his mother’s side would know of a princess who would be acceptable.

He must give this much thought and ask his advisors. They would surely know of an acceptable woman to be his second wife, one who would be fertile and amiable. He wanted a woman who would understand pleasure, yet be a kind and loving mother.

***

The voyage was long and Katharine was fortunate to be one of the only passengers aboard. She remembered her father told that often ships were packed to overflowing with passengers to increase the pockets of those who benefited. Small cots would be lined up, and hammocks as well, so that people would be crammed together; disease and sickness flourished. Katharine was indeed lucky, as she had her own cabin and was treated well, even though she was a prisoner.

After a week at sea, the food turned moldy and the water was foul. She knew of one seaman who was very ill and another who had died. As there was no way to preserve the body, his had been thrown overboard with a small makeshift service performed by the captain.

A storm had arisen halfway through their journey to their destination, which she still did not know, and they had been blown off course. However, she had been told they were back on course and would arrive shortly. Where they were and where their destination would be remained a mystery. Katharine was completely oblivious.

She had spent the first few nights in a state of panic. She knew that she was sailing further and further away from everything she knew and everyone she loved. She had pounded on the door so much that first night that her small fists were red and bruised, but no one answered her. What kind of men were these who would do something so monstrous as to kidnap a woman from her home? The more she thought about it, the more she decided to keep to herself and not draw attention. They fed her, but the moldy food and water was not drinkable. The coffee fared little better due to the water used to make it, but she drank it to help keep her strength.

She began to lose weight and was only taken up on deck at nights to avoid the interaction with the sailors. Because of this, Katharine became very pale. But she was left unmolested, for which she was very grateful. As she stared into the vast sea with nothing around the ship but endless ocean, she worried and contemplated what was going to happen to her.

***

Bismillah Palace was the home of the Sheik and his great court. It was not only his residence but served to function as the seat of government where his people could be heard, conflicts resolved, and his realm protected. It was a beautifully constructed palace home to over 3,000 people and self-contained to function without the outside world. His audience and consultation chambers served to oversee the government and visitors, who were a constant flow into the palace. The palace was a vast place and had gardens, schools, a mosque, kitchens, a harem, and large pools for bathing.

The audience chambers were adorned outside with marble, and gold lettering glittered about the door with a verse from the Qur’an for those to see as they entered:

Verily! Allah commands that you should render back the trusts to those to whom they are due; and that when you judge between men, you judge with justice. Verily, how excellent is the teaching which Allah gives you! Truly, Allah is Ever All-Hearer, All-Seer.

Inside the audience chambers, the room was decorated with valuable Persian rugs in colors of rich garnet red and amethyst on the floors and tapestries draped along the walls. Beautiful tiles lined one wall in gold and cream colors and underneath a row of chairs for distinguished guests.

Court was beginning and the voices inside the chambers made a hum like bees in a hive. People were clustered in groups together and foreign men mingled with Arab men. Several ladies of the harem settled behind the intricately latticed screen to watch the court proceedings as the first case was heard. Yasmeen was dressed in gold and red, with her eyes heavily decorated with kohl. Her lady sat discreetly behind her as they watched an older man come forward and bow slightly in deference to Mohammed.

Mohammed sat in a carved chair facing the entire room and nodded for the man to begin.

“Sheik Mohammed Aksam Al Sabid, my neighbor sold me several goats and two have since died. I demand to be compensated.”

Another man moved forward from the crowd and spoke in an angry voice, “I sold this man healthy goats in good faith. That they have died is no fault of mine. No compensation is required.”