Misha said, “My English good, no.”
“Yes very good,” I replied.
I quickly slotted into the routine, older Arab women came in three times a day to cook meals for us girls, but there were always plenty of snack foods available in the kitchen if we wanted them. Everyday other women came in to change the beds and clean up, they worked hard but only spoke their own language, or at least that was the way it seemed. We watched films as we liked The Prince supplying us with hundreds of the very latest movies on disc. One of the gardens had a pool so inevitably we all went swimming once or twice a day to cool off and then there was the gym.
Moira warned, “keep yourself trim and fit Sue, there was another girl here, Olga, she let herself go and started to put on weight, she was warned but one day she just disappeared, what happened to her we’ve no idea.”
I took the hint and worked out for an hour every day, this was bad enough and I definitely didn’t want to head into another unknown.
I had been in the complex for ten days when we were sitting in the garden when we heard the thump, thump, thump 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 daubed something on his fingers and came back to the bed putting his hand between my legs smearing me with the lotion. I squirmed as he touched my cunt but to no avail. I was about to be raped and that’s all there was to it. He got between my legs and slowly slipped his cock into me, I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else but him inside me but it was impossible his thrusting took over my being, that’s all there was in my world, him, his prick and me being used. It didn’t take long and he started to grunt as he climaxed. The ordeal was over and I had won. How wrong could I be? The prince grabbed an arm and the guy holding it took off his clothes next thing he was rutting away at me. All five of them fucked me, raped me. I can do this I kept telling myself, just go along with it and it will soon be over.
When the fifth guy had finished with me The Prince asked. “So are you now ready to comply with my requirements Susan?” His manner was so blase it sickened me.
Though the tears were streaming from my eyes I screamed out, “fuck off you dirty bastard, all of you dirty filthy bastards.”
He said something in Arabic and I was swiftly turned over and laid on my front. The Prince walked back to the sideboard and once again daubed some more lotion on me this time my backside. Now Stephen and I have engaged in anal sex from time to time and it was from my point of view a very intimate and pleasant experience to do with your husband, this was different The Prince was going to force himself into my arse. I clenched it as tight as I could but soon his probing opened me up and then I had his prick sliding in and out of me. He lasted ages this time and I was grateful when I finally felt him stiffen and groan as he climaxed.
The Prince swapped places with one of his servants who was about to enter my bum when I said, “okay, you win, I’ll do whatever you want.”
I’d given in so easily, I was mortified, but I didn’t want another prick up my bum, no way did I.
The Prince waved the men away and they quickly disappeared and turning to me said, “Now kneel in front of me, suck my manhood back to life until it spurts the fluid of life, prove yourself to me.”
I knelt down and took his softening cock into my mouth, it tasted of cum but I sucked it for all I was worth. It didn’t take long for it to spring back to full hardness and I bobbed my head up and down its length. I pulled away and licked the knob head and all around it. One time I actually looked up into The Prince’s face and smiled. I wanted him to enjoy this I didn’t want his pals to come back in and force themselves back into my bum. When he was close to coming for a third time he grabbed my hair and held my head rigid and fucked my mouth with an ever increasing pace. He was like a steam train ramming into me until once again he moaned in pleasure at the release of his cum pulsing deep into my throat. I didn’t let go and showing my compliance by licking his cock clean. I used my tongue
