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Written by TMFU °2006
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Summary:
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"After an exhibition tournament in Dubai, our Russian tennis queen quite
suddenly finds herself losing control over her walk of life. A totally new
experience for the spoiled teen! Once the true magnitude of the plans around her
sinks in, she can't but seriously question some of her career choices which
undoubtedly provoked this terrible "Tennis Teen Terrorism". Will years of sports
psychology help her through the multitude of harassments ahead of her, and will
she eventually escape out of the hands of her tormentors?"
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(1) "AIRPORT DEPORTATION"

"Gimme just a minute, guys; I better go to the bathroom now, instead of on the
plane later. Hate to catch all that attention by having to walk to the back in
mid-flight... It's hard enough already to keep the captain from announcing that
I'm on board!"

Anna Kournikova laughed to her two companions, put her bag on the floor
and hurried to the girls' room.

It was just minutes before Flight 356 of American Airlines would take off from
Dubai International Airport.

The Russian was in the wealthy oil-state to play some exhibition matches that
surrounded this year's official World Tennis Association tournament. Her back
was still not up to the task of playing full competition, but some
single-setters in a more relaxed atmosphere were no big problem, especially
because she had her personal physiotherapist at hand. The organizers made no
problem of paying it all, on top of her sizable fee: tickets for her, the physio
and her bodyguard. A one-week stay at a top-class hotel. A limo with driver to
bring them everywhere they wanted... After all they had as much money as the
ocean was deep, and having Anna Kournikova on your tournament, EVEN just
the exhibition part, brought considerable worldwide prestige.

Anna had not accepted the invitation just for the money, though. From
the tournament of two years ago, she remembered the great time she had
had shopping in the exclusive local Super Mall. All the players would get
the opportunity to shop around in that palace of decadence. It seemed like
the pinnacle of the world's haute couture, jewelry and other lifestyle-stuff was
gathered there. Truly the favourite habitat for the expensive Russian. And in
return for a couple of pictures of her checking out some stuff (unpayable
publicity!), she could even choose some items and get them for free!  Such that,
also THIS year, Anna had walked away with quite a few exclusive robes  and &
rings...  Yep, those sheiks surely knew how to get the top of the WTA, both in
skill and looks, to grant them a visit!

At the moment she wasn't wearing any of that fancy stuff, though. 'Low profile'
was the clue if a celebrity wanted to travel somewhat relaxed. So Anna had put
on training pants and a corresponding running jacket, both in rather anonymous
grey colour. Although her perfect figure and proportions were still apparent,
her heavenly legs were hidden and would not glue countless eyes to them. Her own
striking eyes, she covered with a pair of dark sunglasses. Standard procedure
for a celebrity of her calibre. Only the two beautiful long ponytails, dangling
down on either side of her head, gave a clue. And a closer look would still
reveal her cute little nose & and  ears, the luscious mouth and the softness of
her face. But, certainly under these circumstances, people around are mostly too
busy to really pay attention. Except maybe from time to time a bachelor on the
lookout.

" - DONG - Passengers for Flight 356, please go to gate 11 as soon as possible.
The flight is on schedule and will take off at 17h50. Thank you!"

Anna hurried a bit more when she heard the announcement. Thankfully she was in
good shape and wearing running shoes instead of high heels. It was a pleasure to
those she passed by to see her frolicking through the masses, as light-footed as
only youthful beauties can. She rushed past a cleaning team with their
waste trolley, into the women's room.


When she returned to wash her hands, two servicemen of the cleaning team were
busy, cleaning things up. Anna didn't pay much attention to them and put her
hands under the water stream. She then bent over a little to put the water over
her face, to freshen herself up. It had been a hot, humid day alright!

Suddenly it was as if the lights were turned off and someone pushed
a fast-forward button; from one second to the other, everything went dark
for Anna when someone put a bag over her head. Before she could even scream,
her mouth was muffled.

"Mmmmmmhmhhmh!!"

A violent struggle followed; she tried to fight with her arms, aiming her elbows
at the invisible enemy. But the man from the 'cleaning team' who was standing
behind her, had her in a strong grip. Her arms were rendered completely
immobile. In an ultimate adrenalin-driven attempt, she managed to kick his shins
two times with her feet. The resulting unintelligible Arabic curse gave her a
short sparkle of hope. 'They' had obviously underestimated her athletic
abilities! She kept fighting, giving the best of herself to break through the
grip, but the next moment she was nevertheless roughly thrown to the floor on
her belly. The man landed on top, crushing her down, and a second person now
completely immobilized her legs.

"Mmmmmmhmhhmh!!" It hurt!

Anna was a little groggy from the blow and remained silent now. As she slowly
came to her senses again, she could clearly hear the laboured breathing of two
men, and a few words were exchanged in Arabic. The confusion was soon replaced
by immense panic when she could feel how one of the men started pulling down her
pants! In no time, he managed to drag down the training pants to just below her
ass. Anna tried to scream again but the sound was completely muted by the hand
of his companion.

Were they going to rape her? Not here and at this very moment, in a
crowded airport? This couldn't be happening!

For a few seconds, the men were talking to each other again. Then a couple of
rough hands started kneading Anna's ass cheeks, and next her panties were also
pulled down. A third hand joined in, groping at her defenceless tight golden
globes. The men were discussing (probably her ass) and laughed. Full of fear,
Anna was awaiting what would undoubtedly be the next step. A couple of scenarios
whirled through her head, each of them even worse than the other. It was truly
horrifying! When she was on the brink of hyperventilating, a totally unexpected
sharp pain shot through her left butt cheek. Apparently, the guy sitting on her
legs had stuck a needle into her and was injecting *something*. At least it was
not the kind of 'injection' she had been anticipating...

It was to be Anna's last coherent thought. Slowly her consciousness
started drifting away. Sights and sounds were gradually fading for our girl,
and within less than a minute the Russian became a sleeping beauty.

Without even bothering to pull up her pants and panties, the two men picked Anna
up and put her in some sort of sleeping bag. The bag was zipped up and deposited
into the waste trolley. After checking with their third buddy who had been on
the lookout outside, the well-trained team of abductors changed into cleaners
again. They drove the trolley out of the restroom, and past a physio and
bodyguard. Within a few minutes, the valuable cargo was on board of a truck
towards unknown destination...


" - DONG - Could Miss Kournikova please report at the gate. Flight 356 is about
to take off. I repeat: could..."


(2) "WELCOME TO UDAY'S"


A bright ray of sun fell through a window and lit Anna's face, slowly waking
her up. It seemed to take her ages to just become aware of it... What
a headache! It felt every bit like a serious hangover. Athletes don't make
a habit of drinking much or staying up late, and *when* it happens the
effects are usually substantial...

She turned her head a little to get the bright sun out of her eyes, and slowly
tried to open them. The big blur in front only cleared up very very slowly, and
with a lot of blinking.

A long winded moan escaped from the Russian's lips while she stretched her arms.
Not only her head, but her whole body seemed to hurt. When she managed to sit
up, yawned, and rubbed with her left hand over the painful spot on her butt, the
feeling of bare skin caught her attention. That's when she finally realized that
she was not wearing her night gown, but still a running jacket and pants. And
the pants and panties were dragged down!

"What the f...??"

More wasn't needed to speed up her heartbeat and let her green eyes open wide. A
sudden feeling of panic took possession of her. This was NOT the kind of state
in which a girl likes to wake up! Not that Anna didn't fancy showing some skin
from time to time, or that she was prudish (hell, NO!). But combined with the
painful muscles, the headache and the fact that she couldn't for the life of it
remember what had happened the night before, it rang her female alarm bell.

"Think, Anna.. THINK!! What happened last night?"

Every symptom was pointing clearly to a 'date-rape'. But surely, this couldn't
happen (or rather: happen AGAIN...) to a girl like her who had everything under
control?

"Who was I with? Was Enrique there? If only that black hole inside my
poor hurting head would open up a bit..."

She quickly raised and pulled up the pants. With her heart beating in
her throat, she checked herself out... Thankfully, the 'most important' part
of her body did not seem to hurt particularly. The fog around her mind was still
not cleared up though. Like when you wake up during a nightmare.
An uncontrollable crisscross of thoughts whirled through her head, until she got
to step one in the international guide for amnesia patients:

"Where are you, anyway?"Only now, Anna noticed that she wasn't in her own room.
Her bed was standing in a small corner surrounded by four bare walls. It had
much the feeling of a cellar. There was one small window, the one where the
sunray fell through, and it was too high to reach. It seemed like she had spent
the whole night on top of the covers. Like someone laid her down while she was
asleep (or unconscious?) and just left her. The whole situation left Anna
completely disoriented. In fact, she kept questioning whether she was already
awake now, or still dreaming a bad dream!

Walking a bit shaky still, she left the secluded corner and entered what turned
out to be the actual room, of which the corner with the bed was just a part.

If possible at all, what she saw made the mystery even bigger and
weirder! Things looked strangely familiar here. On the one hand because the
whole flat breathed a distinctly Arabian atmosphere. Anna noticed the
arabesques, Arabian ornaments, white walls everywhere with the typical beige
tint, furniture in traditional Middle Eastern style... It was familiar in
the sense that it slowly reactivated her short term memories of the Dubai
visit. But mostly the familiarity was caused by some of the other items put
on display here. A familiarity which, paradoxically, alienated her and
even freaked her out!

What made Anna's head spin, was that the room also seemed to attempt a
cheap imitation of her own one, back at home. Starting with an exact match of
the type and number of pieces of furniture. The pastel colourscheme was
clearly chosen to match her taste. There was a PC, just like at home, and the
desk that stood against one of the walls even had family pictures on top!
The walls themselves featured a few posters and smaller pictures. They
included some of her own posters, and pictures of dolphins. There was
a top-of-the-line stereo... with a couple of Enrique-CD's positioned to
catch her attention.

"What...???"

The Russian couldn't make head or tail of it. It was kinda spooky, even ... She
had never had lucid dreams like this before, she thought! But all the objects
felt pretty real when she reluctantly touched them.

Behind the desk, a big mirror decorated the wall. It gave Anna the opportunity
to check herself out. (which, apart from the messed-up hair, turned out to be
"ok", considering the hangover) Then there was another secluded area next to the
small bedroom, and a fitness bench, which not only looked totally out of place,
but also brand new.

Overall, the room was actually quite vivacious, with bright sunlight
falling through the rather big windows. It would have helped to give Anna
a comfortable feeling... if they wouldn't have had grim bars in front of them.

"The windows!"

Anna rushed towards the daylight, and with her hands clamped around the steel
bars, she looked outside.

As far as the young woman's eyes reached, an endless landscape of sand
dunes stretched itself out. Fading into a blur of fata morga like twirls near
the horizon. Absolutely nothing else was to be seen! There were no
birds singing, no wind was blowing through tree leaves. Just sand. And more
sand. A yellow-orange frozen ocean. The tranquillity and unworldly perfection
of it all, made it look like a surrealist painting. A dream, after all?



"What the water is to Alcatraz, the sand is to Al-Qae-Traz."

The sound of the sharp voice behind her startled Anna, and she quickly turned
around.

"I see our young lady is already up and running!"

Through the only door in the room, a man had entered. He reminded Anna of some
kind of pasha; a slim, tall figure wrapped in a heavy-looking long gown. On his
head he was wearing a huge turban. He had black hair, tanned skin and a
goat-beard. And didn't look particularly friendly, Anna thought... Nevertheless
the mystery man made a deep bow for her.

Although more memories were coming back all the time, Anna's mind was still in
the process of putting two-and-two together. Thus, she quickly decided to go for
the 'confident' pose. The one she had used to intimidate opponents on the court
(with mixed results...). She put up her best arrogant expression, raised her
chin and fearlessly faced the stranger.

"So, is anybody going to tell me what the hell is goi..."

Anna's voice broke off in mid-sentence when two big black men appeared
from behind the 'pasha'.

Their appearance had a remarkable effect on her. The confidence in her posture
melted like snow in the sun, and she backed off like an surrounded. Step by step
she withdrew, until her back and hands were resting flat against the nearest
wall. Her heaving chest indicated her wildly bouncing heart and rapid breathing.

The three men didn't say anything, but watched her with interest.

With her head slightly tilted down, Anna's frowned forehead accentuated
the predatorish look of her eyebrows. It may have looked like she was going
to attack them with a tiger-jump, but her eyes couldn't hide the fear
deep beneath them. They were shooting around panicky, looking for an escape
route.

The young Russian was trying to take on the human equivalent of the hedgehog
pose, as all-too-vivid memories about a rather unhappy experience flooded her
mind. The view of these two 'hairless gorillas' transported her back to her
short, but memorable, stay at Shaq Palace. [Note from the author: read 'A
Perfect Match' for better understanding]. A reminder that caused mixed feelings,
to say the least! Undoubtedly it had been an important night in her sexual
development. But certainly also an experience that had deeply confused Anna.
Because although she knew full well what she was *expected* to think of it
(being traumatized? Feeling guilty?), she had not found it entirely unpleasant.
One thing was for sure though; she would not repeat anything similar
voluntarily! So what worried her most about her current situation, was that the
two black giants right in front of her gave the distinct impression that they
cared just as little about Anna's personal opinion as Shaq and his friends had.
Surely the precursor of some rough times for the Russian cockteaser.

The man with the turban grinned at the young woman's unease. Their
first appearance never failed to intimidate the inmates!

"Please calm down Miss Kournikova, calm down," he finally broke the silence. "I
can assure you there is absolutely no reason to fear for your safety."

Anna looked the man in the eyes, but was clearly not convinced to believe him
right away.

"May I introduce myself to the lovely young lady? My name is Rashid."

Rashid indicated with his hands that the two guards should stay where they were,
while he himself moved a bit closer to Anna. She sure would have liked to back
off a bit further, but was blocked by the wall behind her.

"First and foremost, let me welcome you to our little exclusive community. I'm
sure that, just like all the other guests, you have many questions at this
moment. They will undoubtedly all be answered, over time. And time, sweetheart,
we have in abundance. A new life, full of servitude and self-deployment has
started for you today. A new and very satisfying chapter, after the emptiness of
your superficial tennis life. Over the next couple of days, you will become
familiar with the house rules, willingly or unwillingly. May I suggest you leave
your stubbornness to a minimum; it will greatly assist in making this a
pleasurable experience for all involved."

Rashid paused, taking a few seconds to enjoy the total confusion that came over
the new "guest."

"Good, good... I'm hopeful that our cooperation will go smoothly and
without major problems."

With that, he beckoned one of the servants, who came forward and draped a small
bundle of clothes over the chair by the desk.

"We will leave you now for a short while, as experience has shown us that most
young ladies need some private time to settle down. Let it all sink in quietly,
and you may also want to exchange your current rather unflattering uniform for
something more comfortable in the meantime."

He tapped the chair, before continuing with his closing statement:

"Once again, welcome to Prince Uday's Harem."

Anna remained completely silent. Her jaw had dropped, her face was a mixture of
perplexity and disbelief. Then, all of a sudden, a smile appeared on her pretty
little face. First reluctant, then blossoming into a loud burst of laughter.

"Hahahahaha... HAHAHAhaha..."

The trio of men had clearly not anticipated this kind of reaction and
didn't know what air to adopt.

"Hahaha.. Ok, so where are those cameras? You guys almost fooled me!
'Prince Uday', hilarious! Hahahaaa... And which of you is Ashton? You're such a
cool guy and I always wanted to tell you that you could have so much better
than that old tart."

Now Rashid was clearly daunted. They were trained to handle disoriented, scared
young girls. Not joking, self-confident blonde women like this one. There were
even visible signs of concern, but he quickly recovered and fell back into his
role of 'Maître d'Harem'.

"I can assure you that the sole purpose of the cameras is to ensure your safety.
They aren't but a necessary evil. You will get used to them after the initial
feelings of shame and inhibition."

"Hahahaaaaaa... Stop it!! I need to breathe HAHAHA."

Still, neither of the men gave any sign of giving up an acted pose.
Their confusion was all too apparent on their faces.

Anna's laugh and smile slowly died away now. Also because she started to realize
that the abduction part of the suspected 'setup' (another part of her memory
that had returned) would be way off-limits for a TV program.

"Wait a minute... You... you guys can't be serious? What is this anyway? Where
am I?"

Rashid got back his grin and motioned the two black men to leave.

"Very well; I can see your acclimatisation process has started. Please remember
to put on the obligatory two-piece. We will be back shortly with a roadmap
towards your first companionship with His Highness on Sunday."

With that, he turned his back to the flabbergasted Russian beauty and left the
flat without saying another word. The door closed, and Anna noticed it had no
handle on the inside.

Anna flopped down in the chair, her stare focussed at infinity. Rashid
was right: the process of becoming aware of the whole situation had only
just started. She had been too confused, and too many impressions had come to
her in too short a time, to properly register and compile it all at once.
The more she thought about it now, the more improbable it became that all
this was just a prank. There was no way that anyone would have bad taste
like this. It would cause a major scandal! What was the alternative? In any
case it was way scarier than a setup for one of those candid camera TV shows!
In what kind of nuthouse had she ended up? 'Prince Uday's Harem.' That
sounded like some fucking third class backstreet bordello! Something told her
that it could actually be worse still... To abduct a worldwide celebrity like
this, you needed resources. And to stick her in an 18-carat golden cage, you
had to have even MORE. Power and influence. And the mastermind behind it all
was absolutely unscrupulous, as already illustrated by that brutal and
fraught with danger abduction. As more and more details of that humiliating
scene were coming back to her, Anna shivered involuntarily... And her butt
cheek hurt again, even more so when she recalled the groping hands on her ass.

"Oh well," she finally thought,"let's not panic too soon. At least they haven't
started raping me, even though they had plenty opportunity, or chain me up on
the wall and torture me. Let's just wait and see." She wouldn't present herself
to them on a plate, that's for sure!

There was a positivism in Anna's thinking, brought to her since her early teens
by years of psychological training for her matches and tournaments. It had
helped her through some tough moments, and it would again! As she was drilled to
do, she kept feeding herself positive thoughts. And she was trying to convince
herself that this was one of those politically inspired abductions to put
pressure on her country, or to get a ransom. When they were as well-organized as
this one seemed to be, people were usually treated well. And they were released
after diplomatic intervention or when money was deposited. She was pretty sure
that neither would be a problem. The Kournikova family didn't exactly have
financial problems, and they had a foot in the Kremlin as well.

"Besides, would they give me fresh clothes if they had bad intentions? More than
likely, the team that kidnapped me consisted of a bunch of undisciplined morons,
who didn't follow their code of conduct. Their boss is not going to be pleased
when I tell him what happened!"

Still deep in thoughts, Anna had taken the little bundle of textile, left behind
by Rashid, from the armrest of her chair in order to check it out.

"Oooooh... They can't be serious!"

The Russian's eyes grew wide when she held the bottom of the 'bikini' in front
with both hands. She was known for putting on a show from time to time by
appearing on-court in scanty textile, but THIS was of another order still!

"If those perverts think I'm going to wear THIS!"

Apart from the white waistband, just about everything on this minuscule piece of
clothing was filmy. Design-wise, it looked like a Tarzan skirt: cut out over the
hips, and just a piece of cloth in the front and another one hanging at the
back. Suitable to perfectly accentuate a girl's behind. It was made of the
finest woven silk, and although it would undoubtedly keep out the mosquitoes,
hungry eyes had practically free access. An early morning haze looked
impermeable in comparison.

Anna didn't catalogue this under 'clothing'. The only comparable piece that she
had in her personal wardrobe was ordered from a mail-order company
for open-minded adults. And it would never go public for sure, not even
via sneaky paparazzi shots.

The Russian kept turning it around, and all the while her face
looked increasingly worried.

The 'top' of the outfit perfectly complemented this slightly upgraded loincloth.
Anna's peeking-through nipples would be the only features to break the uniform,
finely rastered look.

She was speechless.

If there had been any doubts left in her mind, they were now soundly eliminated:
you didn't have to be a genius to work out that first and foremost, the
mysterious Uday who seemed to own this place, was interested in *her*. More
specifically in her female charms. Any ransom or political pressure was probably
considered no more than a bonus. If he even bothered to exploit her abduction
that way at all, that is. There were other things to 'exploit.' It all left Anna
with mixed feelings. On the one hand she didn't really feel any longer as if her
life was in danger. After all, it made absolutely no sense to destroy your
favourite toy. The whole situation didn't smell like another decapitation video.
That caused an unmistakable feeling of relief. But once this worst-case scenario
was out of her mind, some other possible alternatives started to materialize,
and those were no picnic themselves! Was this going to be her personal
Guant-ANNA-mo? Although technically speaking no longer possible, it could still
become a 'defloration'-video instead, Anna pondered.

The prospect of figuring as some Middle-Eastern Sheik's personal sex toy didn't
exactly appeal to the Russian. Her immediate future suddenly looked pretty
daunting indeed...

To such a degree in fact that, for the very first time in her young life,
she found herself questioning the career choices she had made together with
her mother and agency. Overall, it had looked like a wise move, thus far.
Fully exploiting her Lolita-like qualities had been great fun, and had come
about almost completely naturally for Anna. She had probably sacrificed about
ten places on the world ranking in return for added exposure and easy money.
But it was a sacrifice she had gladly made, as the devotion by millions
of drooling fans had flattered her vanity and spiced her bank accounts. Both
of which she had plenty.

But, as she now experienced, there's no such thing as a free lunch. When you're
in the teasing business, wrapping the public around your finger with the help of
unfulfilled promises, there's always the danger of overplaying your cards.
Overconfidence leads to arrogance. Arrogance leads to an unwarranted feeling of
being in control and setting the rules of the game.

As her current situation seemed to prove, Anna had unconsciously
manoeuvred herself into a bigger game that was completely outside her control.
The kind of game she would never have thought likely or even possible. The
proverbial switch that she used, to turn into a teasing sex-kitten whenever
required or feeling like it, was now operated by someone else. And there was no
question in her mind whatsoever, that she would be pushed beyond the empty
promises this time... Her female intuition couldn't be wrong on that one!
Considering the scale of this whole operation, that Uday bloke was after the
Real Deal. Occasionally exposing a butt cheek or showing some cleavage while
tying her shoelaces wouldn't be enough! Sure, she had an extensive repertoire
beyond that; possibly even more extensive than her kidnappers expected. The
Russian was as open-minded as they come. But that was PRIVATE, reserved for her
own bedroom or occasion and company of choice.


(3) "SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE"


Anna had no real idea how long her mind had been rehashing these kinds
of thoughts, but it felt like no more than a blink of an eye when
footsteps approached the door. As it opened, she timidly moved her back against
the furthest wall again to maximize the distance between herself and
those filthy men.

As announced, it was Rashid who had returned with his militia.

"As you can see, your servant Rashid keeps his promises and has returned
to satisfy this young lady's curiosity," the pasha smiled, and bowed again
for Anna.

"Let me first give you the standard introduction, and if you still
have questions after that... just fire away!"

There was no vocal response from the girl, but Rashid recognised she relaxed her
manner and would follow his speech with interest.

"Ok then... Where do we start? Let us talk a bit about what you have
already experienced. As you may have noticed, you have yourself a new 'home'
starting from today. We are truly honoured to welcome you as the newest guest
at Prince Uday's Harem, housed at Fort Al-Qae-Traz. Together with six
other girls, from all around the world, you will be part of an ancient
Dubai tradition that goes back several centuries. A tradition that collects
the finest examples of female beauty and charm, in order to please the
current heir of the Sultans of the Deserts."

"As one of the founding principles of the Empire states, 'a true Prince deserves
a different virgin every day of the week'. Easy to say, but no mean feat to
achieve! Nevertheless, the successive courts of the House of the Deserts-heirs
have always met their targets. The collection process used to be a fairly local
affair until pretty recently. When the Great Sultan Aghlam the First initiated
the custom in the 17th century, he used to make his pick among the beauties
found at the local market. Or alternatively, he depended on slave-girls that
were offered to him by slave drivers who had an eye for the new market, and a
feel for His taste. Even back then, the Harem included the occasional white
European inmate as the ultimate symbol of the Sultan's status. Later, special
prospectors used to be sent out to collect the finest specimens from all corners
of the entire Sultanic Empire. Which leads us to today's times, in which the
ancestors of the Great ancient rulers enjoy modern communication like
television, and more recently the Internet, as a fast and all-encompassing
catalogue of potential concubines."

Awe and concern imposed themselves on Anna's facial expression. Every possible
scenario that she had considered, had underestimated the true magnitude of the
project that she was part of. Did she have to feel flattered or concerned??? No
matter how perfectionist they claimed to be, they already had made their first
mistake though. If they were looking for a virgin, they were looking in the
wrong place for sure!

"Sadly," the pasha continued, "today's rulers had to let go of the requirement
that Harem girls have to be virgins. No one escapes from the sign of the times."
he sighed. "About the best one could hope for nowadays, is a thoroughly cleaned
ex-virgin. When properly done, the difference isn't even that big, either."

The Russian gave him a wry smile; she got her first early warning that it wasn't
a good idea to underestimate the enemy.

"Since a few years now already, tennis coverage on TV gave the great Prince Uday
the opportunity to feast his eyes on a sexy young tennis star. A blonde nymph
who lightened up the courts, and every dick in its proximity, with her fresh,
youthful appearance. Her parading over the court, bouncing that tight ass to
openly advertise her fuckability, did not go unnoticed. What He saw in her, was
the current-day prototype of physical perfection, and the ultimate example of
girlish innocence."

"Concerning the latter, at least back when he started ogling her, "
Rashid specified.

"Soon, she became His obsession. And with the patience and perseverance that is
typical for a true Lord of the Deserts, unlike your typical Western want-it-all
and want-it-all-NOW, he set up a project that would result in Him owning His
dream girl."

Rashid didn't have to stick a name on this particular girl... Even in
the 'advertising her fuckability' observation, Anna recognized herself. Yeah,
it was true, so what? It was all in jest, wasn't it? A game she played,
and which the public *expected* her to play. Of course she was aware that
entire oceans of cum had been fired at her pictures and videotaped matches. She
was probably the only reason, besides porn movies, that modern video
recorders still had the slowmo repeat-loop piece of featuritis.

"I can not tell you how proud I am, that he entrusted ME, his humble
servant Rashid, with the responsibility to lead the task force. I still bless
the day that I decided to go for a law degree in Harvard. A decision
that brought me the necessary connections and knowledge of the English
language, which were two of the important qualities that handed me this job. My
heart was filled with joy when you finally arrived yesterday, nicely packaged
and completely undamaged. The culmination of several years of planning
and preparation. Starting up a file containing all the relevant
information about you, lobbying for a local WTA tournament, working out the
scenario for the abduction, training a professional team to take care of it...
It was a lifetime fulfillment."

Anna didn't believe her ears. It was all starting to sound SO absurd again that
a prank gained in plausibility.

The man's enthusiasm was all too apparent, raising his voice and gesticulating
energetically.

"But, let's go back to the practical side of things," he added, calming down a
little again.

"His Highness firmly believes that His lovers will only perform optimally when
they feel at home and comfortable; yes, tradition is not totally immune for
modern concepts. Today's women, and especially the Western kind, have different
needs compared to the typical Harem-girl of earlier eras. And the further from
home that they spend their new life, the more important it is to make them feel
at ease. As you not only set new standards in terms of beauty and fame, but also
in demands and distance (Florida is practically the other side of the world!), I
personally had to set new standards as well! Just look around you!" Rashid moved
his arm in a wide gesture. "This is the result of years of research and
collecting, plus some last-minute changes to fully optimize. If your fellow
female colleagues would be allowed in here, they would almost die of jealousy, I
can assure you."

Anna wondered where the other girls were housed... Would she get a chance to get
in contact? Were there other famous females among them? She tried to remember
any fairly recent disappearances of female celebrities, but couldn't think of
any. In any case, she no longer felt completely alone; a small consolation, but
a consolation no matter what.

"We have gone out of our way to offer you an experience that comes as close to
your stay at home, as possible.  There will be no need for the
typical home-sickness that used to be quite obvious in some of the more
recent supermodel-grade partners of His Highness. Not even during those
moments when you aren't busy with your obligations towards Prince Uday. He
also insisted on the fitness-bench, so you could keep your perfect body in
shape for Him to enjoy. Sadly, a tennis court would have been too much of
a security problem. Although I'm confident that it is not completely out of the
question in the future. That all depends probably on your capacity to sexually
entertain His Highness."

'Sexually entertain'??? Anna started to feel slightly nauseous.

"Now... even though one would expect any girl to be appreciative and enjoy these
fine accommodations, experience has shown us that especially the Western girls
can be quite ungrateful. So I have to add that you better file away all thoughts
and attempts to *escape* before the end of your term. It is impossible, and in
case you WOULD manage it outside, you would have nowhere to go. Which you
undoubtedly already realised when looking through the windows."

"W-wha... what's my term supposed to be?" Anna stumbled, finally able to
say something through her state of shock.

"Unfortunately, I do not have my crystal ball with me, dear. And without
a closer investigation, it's hard to give an accurate estimate right now.
The Prince can be quite unpredictable in that respect, anyway. In fact,
he essentially is no more than a big spoiled kid, taking girls like
biscuits from a cookie-jar. Sometimes he takes one bite and drops them,
sometimes he chews and suckles on them for months. But if you really want to
know what my gut feeling tells me: I expect you to do pretty well. If his
previous favourites serve as a reliable indicator, Prince Uday will find it very
hard to leave you alone the first few weeks. If I were you, I'd prepare
myself for a busy schedule. He'll want to keep you company as often as possible.
So prepare to be reserved for him several times per week, or even per
day, instead of just on Sundays. I'll say even more: some of the other girls
will probably be technically unemployed for some time, I'm afraid. I would
be honestly surprised if you didn't keep it up for a few months at least, if not
longer."

It was not what the Russian wanted to hear. But let's see about that, later!

"Frankly though, all this is no more than speculation. So much depends on the
Prince's appreciation and your potential for pleasing him. But watch out: any
attempt to sabotage will result in appropriate sanctioning! If you underperform,
you will be put under a less favourable regime. I can tell you that most girls
find their second breath surprisingly quickly once they experienced this! Most
of the time, mild motivational techniques, like linking the continued
availability of birth control pills to good behaviour, do the trick. If you know
what I mean. It happens only very rarely that we have to put girls out of
commission prematurely."

Anna didn't like the sound of this at all; but she also didn't feel
like protesting too loudly just yet. She was well aware that, in the hands
of Rashid, the black men were a true Weapon of Mass Rape. Not of the type
that is hidden. And he probably wouldn't think twice before using that
weapon against her, to make her walk in-line.

"If you do not have any further questions at this point, I would like
to continue with the briefing. You might want to take notice of some house rules
and "do's and don'ts". One of the most important is the clothing rule."

He shook his head at the Russian, who was obviously still wearing her own casual
outfit.

"We will have to take care of that shortly. Then, you should understand that for
the duration of your stay here, you can not make contact with the outside world.
We are aware of the fact that this has some unfortunate consequences, but we
will do our best to compensate. One of the next days, your close relatives will
receive a fictitious communication. It will make them believe that all is well
with you, and that you disappeared voluntarily to escape from the insane
media-attention."

Anna was surprised by the naiveté of this part of the whole plan. Everybody knew
she was an attention-seeker, who would NEVER try to escape from the public eye
because she was 'sick of it'!

"After a while, you will get the opportunity to send mail; closely monitored and
edited of course. As to your own freedom of movement: certainly during the first
few weeks, it is safer to stay inside. As soon as you have settled down a bit in
the routine, and when your will to escape has been broken, you will be aired at
regular times. And as already mentioned: the better you perform, the more
favours you can expect in return. It is entirely up to you, really; either you
cooperate and put in a good performance, or you get secured to what we call 'The
Wheel' and rolled into His Highness' quarters, such that you are completely
available to him anyway. My experience is this: most stubborn inmates realize
after a while that a bit of goodwill is to be preferred over merely serving as a
passive living inflatable doll. This is a true rewards-based community, and you
will learn to use this to your advantage, if you are a smart girl. But as I
said: we are pro-choice here, so you decide."

Anna *was* smart, but she wasn't all too sure that Rashid was talking about what
SHE understood under IQ. Neither did it seem to be EQ. 'SQ' was a much better
guess, she pondered. Yet another downer which ruined her temper.

"You don't look all that happy? What is that with these girls? It's always the
same!" Rashid sighed with acted disappointment. "Most people would be ecstatic
if they had the opportunity to spend a few months in a true palace in an exotic
country, bathing in luxury and every need alleviated with a snap of their
finger. You don't have to worry for a second about food, beverage... About the
annoying everyday responsibilities of the ordinary life. It is all being taken
care of in here. You can fully concentrate, even to a greater extend than on
your tennis, on the one and only responsibility that is left for you in here:
accepting His Highness' cum whenever he feels he has too much of it."

"S-sick bastards!" Anna exclaimed indignant. Rashidís abrupt change-overs from
polite and formal speech to language totally void of respect and decency, never
failed to shock.

"My advice is not to say such things in the presence of the Prince, dear."

As usual, Anna was not receptive for advice: "You have absolutely no idea what
you're getting into, slimy goatbeard," she threatened. "I've had a couple of
coaches who tried to tame me, before. Let me tell you they didn't have the best
time of their lives! Most of them are still in therapy. Anna Kournikova is her
own boss, and you can try to find out by yourself. If you don't mind pulling out
your greasy hair, that is!"

"Oh, you don't worry about the domestication, my dear. Our methods never fail to
produce results."

Without giving any more attention to Anna's vocal rebellion, he beckoned one of
the servants, who handed him a map with papers. Anna could see that it was
labelled 'Anna Kournikova'. She figured it had to be her 'file'.

"Let's see what we are dealing with exactly."

The man who seemed to have her fate in his hands opened the file and scanned a
few pages, reading some passages to himself. Of course he actually knew most of
the information already by heart. He himself had been responsible for the bulk
of the research. It was just pleasant to see the irritation in the girls when
they were reduced to a bundle of pages; to be totally ignored while they were
scrutinized on the basis of private detective reports and information that was
gathered by violating their privacy in the most unexpected and grotesque ways.
There was also the suffer due to unsatisfied curiosity; *everybody* was dying to
know what was in their file! To deny them that right, was one of the more
subtle house-tortures.

 From time to time, Rashid strategically mumbled that little bit louder while he was reading.

"That's good... no STD's, apparently. Not presently, and not in the
past either." He looked up into the girl's eyes. "Very surprising considering
the level of promiscuity you exhibit, if I may add. But a sure bonus."

Anna was appalled; not even her most intimate medical details were safe
from violation! Did they bribe her physician?

"Means we can skip any time-consuming treatments. Which would only have meant we
would have to feed you a while without being productive." He evilly smiled at
her, then looked down again to concentrate on the papers, and reverted to faint
mumbling once more.

"Ah, the issue of the injuries... If the quality of our intelligence was up to
the usual standards (better than current CIA standards at least), there should
be no reason for concern; even the young lady's back problem should not
significantly hamper her ability to assist His Highness in climaxing when he
feels the need. It's not quite as bad as it looked to the general public, is it?
Are you still wearing 'heat packs'?"

He smiled at Anna, who distinctively looked like she was being caught lying.
These guys were not easy to fool!

Then Rashid closed the file, taking out one single page.

"Well it all sounds pretty good. I don't think we'll have a lot of work on you
during the preparation period. But let's take a look at the planning for the
next few days."

Rashid reverted his concentration to the paper he had taken out of the file, and
nodded satisfied.

"Looks like my gut feeling was right; there's no mention of any plastic surgery
on the schedule. Apparently, Prince Uday wants you all natural, my dear. As an
aside: personally I think I would have preferred a moderate silicone upgrade to
your breasts. Not that it matters. It would have if the Prince had favoured the
'fore taster' concept that I mentioned to him once. I would have applied, no
question! In any case, 'all natural' means a short roadmap to your first night
partnership. You will be up and running before you even know it!"

Again, Anna returned him a devastating glance. It didn't sound like she had any
say in matters, which was a totally new experience for the spoiled teen.

"And that's not the only reason why you should feel proud. I won't go into too
much detail for the moment, to not spoil the surprise. But I can tell you
already that you have been chosen by His Highness to wear the Harem Jewel. I can
not stress enough how truly privileged the young lady should consider herself.
During the 15 years that I have been His Highness' servant, I have come to know
only two chosen partners who were assigned the famous Horseshoe jewel. Its
symbolic value can not be overestimated. Once you get to know His Highness (and
soon, you will have been infinitely more intimate with him than any of us), you
will learn to appreciate the honour. The honour of being considered of equal
value as His beloved thoroughbreds."

The Russian reached another level of speechlessness... She was worth no
more than a *horse*? Like, he had horses for jumping, and young women
for humping? Black stallions for racing, and blonde teenies for raping?
This whole thing became crazier by the minute; and Anna more incensed by the
same minutes.

"Yes, our beloved Prince seems to be quite full of you, probably as much as you
will be full of him at some point in the near future, haha, you got it? Yes, I
love English word games; always found them an excellent way to learn the
language. Anyway, concerning the Harem Jewel: I am actually not in charge of
this separate project; it falls under the responsibility of His Highness'
blacksmith, Tarek. The only other person here who talks more than three words of
English, and who followed a further training course for goldsmith. He's a good
guy and I'm sure you two will get along. At least I've heard from him that he's
looking forward to it."

Great! Another personal pasha in the Russian's crew...

"So, we'll have to hand you the Jewel after you've gone through the
usual routine. That's probably just one extra day at most; which means you
should be ready for Sunday, like I already said your day in His Highness'
weekly copulation schedule. It is yet another indication of how He sees you as
His top mating partner. That He considers you the destiny of His load, and
wants your pearl on His royal crown."

Rashid grinned defiant and added: "I hope this answered any questions you still
may have had?"

Anna was at the point again that her piled-up frustration and disgust won
it from her fear. She understood all too well which 'pearl' and 'crown'
this filthy man was talking about.

"Yes it does, stinking rat," she launched her offensive. "I don't need any more
perverted details to understand that I ended up in some retarded nuthouse, where
the Middle Ages still rule. If that sicko of a 'Prince' expects me to lower
myself to become his will-less sextoy, then he is really living in dreamland. He
will sooner meet his 40 virgins in Heaven, than make me get him up there," she
spat, her face colouring deep-red in the process. "This pearl is not for swine
like him."

"Tell him to take some evening classes in 'Respect For Women', first, DUH!"


"If you would have studied the Holy Scriptures, you would not say that," Rashid
replied. "Respect for the female is one of the ground rules."

"In Book III, it is written:"

"After Al'Abhar had returned from the fight with the Or-Ghun, he brought
the Flower of Fertility with him, and the Almighty created Woman around it,
to keep it alive. For into eternity, it would be there for Man to come
to peace."

"What a bunch of mumbo-jumbo!" the seething Russian reacted. "What idiot sucked
that crap out of his thumb?"

Rashid lost a bit of his cool, and looked stern.

"That will be enough. Did you really think we don't understand that these are
ancient, pre-scientific myths and need to be read that way? That doesn't mean
they don't contain a deeper truth, though. A truth that has since been confirmed
by the theory of the 'Selfish Pussy', in a much more modern and strictly
Darwinist way. I forgive you your disrespect for the Scriptures for now, as your
opinion will evolve during your stay here."

"I don't need no fucking forgiveness, wacko! And certainly not from a pathetic,
second rate servant like you!"

"Respect will come to you in due time, young lady... Let us for now concentrate
on getting you in line with the clothing house rule. We were not only here to
inform you, but also to collect the clothes from your previous life. And to help
changing, if necessary..."

Anna looked at him confidently, and replied: "Well, that will NOT be necessary,
thank you; I feel perfectly fine in my own clothes. You can take your 'clothes'
back with you."

As a statement, she threw the bundle to the ground, right at Rashid's feet.

She was real proud of herself, of her assertive attitude and words. This was the
moment to show them she was not to be toyed with! She would stand strong, and
negotiate a stay under HER conditions. Escaping may have looked out of the
question, but she had to stand up for herself and at least make her enforced
imprisonment as bearable as possible.

"I see..." Rashid threw back at her. "Maybe you need some help?"

He clapped his hands two times, and immediately the group of muscled black men
came into action and appeared from behind his back.

As before, Anna changed into a scared meek lamb as soon as the dark army
was mobilized. Under pressure of the acute danger, she backed down that
same microsecond.

"Hey, wait! Ok, ok... I'll put on that 'uniform' if it is such a big deal
to you. No problem, ok? Just give me a few seconds. But call those
gorillas back; they make me nervous."

"I see you are a smart girl. Very well, I will call back my men and you get five
minutes to conform to the Harem wardrobe standard, and hand me the training
pants and running jacket."

As soon as he motioned them, the team withdrew. Anna picked up the 'bikini' from
the floor, gave Rashid an unhappy look, and disappeared into her 'bedroom'.
Seconds later, she appeared again.

"Voila, I hope you're satisfied now," she sneered, and threw her own clothes at
his feet this time.

Rashid looked anything BUT satisfied.

"Don't play games with us, young lady. The rules stipulate clearly that
the Harem uniform for concubines consists of the bottom and top; nothing
less (most of the time) and nothing more. If my eyes don't deceive me, and
they never do, then it looks like you may have 'forgotten' to strip off your
own bra and panties. Please repeat the exercise, but *correctly* this time."

Rashidís eyes indeed hadn't betrayed him; but then, you had to be blind to Miss
Anna's scarlet-red underwear shining through the transparent mandatory textile.

"I-I... REFUSE."

Anna had a bit of a history of being stubborn and unruly at the wrong time [see
also: 'A perfect game'], and she was about to experience that this was one of
those badly timed moments! Even before she could realise her own stupidity,
Rashid had clapped his hands again, and five African madmen jumped at her like
hungry wolves on a group-hunt.

"Iiiiiiii!!!"

Anna produced a heart-rending scream, Sharapova-worthy, and was
granted approximately two seconds to turn around and try to run away. An escape
attempt without a future... Even before she could breathe in again to continue
her screaming, she found herself completely surrounded by the pack.

"Nooooo!!"

She planned to kick her legs and hit with her fists for all she was worth. But
immediately strong hands locked around her wrists, and her left thigh was
grabbed and squashed against a bull-neck.

"GET YOUR PAWS OFF ME! Aaaah!!"

Just a blink of an eye later, a muscled black arm also securely blocked
her remaining free leg, rendering her completely immobile.

"L-Let me GO, BASTARDS!!! I'll kill you all! Let me go, let me..."

No matter how obvious the final outcome was, the Russian fury
nevertheless proved her toughness and launched an attack with her only remaining
weapons: her teeth. Propelled by a swirling river of adrenalin in her blood,
her mouth shot out to bite the men who were overpowering her, trying to sink
her incisors into their flesh wherever she could.

But, although they may have LOOKED like a bunch of Neanderthals, Anna
was dealing with a well-prepared team of professionals here. Her
impulsive attack ended in a scream of pain, as the fifth man, who had taken
position behind her in their expert choreography of girl-containment, snapped
her head back and up with a violent pull on her ponytails. Anna's teeth
clapped together loudly as her bite completely missed its target. The shock of
the violent snap stunned her for a moment, and when she re-opened her eyes,
they looked straight at Rashid.

"I'm terribly disappointed in you, Miss Kournikova," he addressed her. "Didn't I
warn you that in this House, all girls eventually obey? Willingly or
unwillingly! You seemed intelligent enough to pick that up, and then you act
foolish like this? And all that for something as simple as a change
of clothes... You will learn that my wish is your command, ALWAYS. And in
case you are unable or unwilling to follow a command, we will help you."

With these words, he took a pair of giant scissors out of a deep pocket in his
gown.

"Why don't you come a little bit closer, so Rashid can help you?"

He wielded the scissors through the air, cutting imaginary pieces of clothing to
illustrate what was going to happen next.

To her utmost horror, Anna found herself walking towards the scissor-wielder; or
rather, she was being carried over... Despite redoubling her efforts to break
free, she resembled one of those latex action figures in the strong hands of
these men. They could bend her arms and legs in any desirable position (ok, so
it was almost impossible to move Anna's arms and legs in an UNdesirable position
anyway...). Indeed, she had about as little self-control at this moment, as
these toys. Anna, the life-size boy-toy.

"Thaaaat's right, good girl!" Rashid chuckled while the helpless teen was being
delivered. He sure knew how to add fuel to the flames of his
captive's frustration.

"GrrraaaAAAHHH!!"

Rashid looked facetiously at the writhing girl, continuing his
tantalizing scissor-trick while she was being moved ever closer. He craved her
anger and struggle. In fact, it was what he secretly hoped for whenever he
lectured the guests and advised them to cooperate. This was where all the fun
was! He blessed himself lucky that most girls found enough energy initially to
not let go without a fight. And to his great satisfaction, the Russian was
no exception.

"Perverts! Let me go. Do you have ANY idea who I am? LET ME GOOOOOO!!"

When the team delivered her within an arm's reach, he immediately worked
the blade between her soft skin and the straps of her double bra. The feeling
of the cold steel stopped Anna in her tracks, and the fear for cuts stopped
her breathing. During an awfully long moment, expertly stretched by
Rashid, awareness of the inescapable seemed frozen into the bewildered look
in Anna's eyes. Then the blades slowly closed...

- SNAP -

Both the ceremonial top and Anna's own breast holder below it split open, and
with the help of a quick push of the scissors, they slid down her lovely curved
back. For the very first time, the Russian's full front was exposed to complete
strangers against her will. The two firm, moderately sized mounds revealed all
their beautiful secrets and looked confidently into the world. The contrast with
their owner's shocked facial expression couldn't have been any bigger...

Only now, Rashid allowed himself to lower his eyes. He made a custom
of consuming as much of the guests' desperation and disbelief as
possible, before feasting his eyes upon their physical goods. But what a feast
it was!

"Allah be praised..." he mumbled at the sight of the exquisite pair of mammaries
facing him.

Anna's face flushed as she tried to cope with the humiliation. That, she could
just about handle. The sudden change in Rashid's facial expression was a bigger
source of concern. She noticed that his air of professionalism had been nothing
more than a facade, as it was now broken by a flash of bestial desire. Rashid
had suddenly also grown uncharacteristically silent; heavy breathing took the
place of his incessant lecturing. Apparently, something had been able to mess up
his script. And Anna could feel with her entire being that she was in even
bigger trouble now... She got the unmistakable impression that there was MORE
behind the Pasha's dedication to his 'project' than mere loyalty towards Prince
Uday. It was all too apparent that he had seen something that he wanted; and for
the men who were in charge of this nuthouse, 'wanting' was synonymous with
'getting'.

"P-Please S-Stop it right here. I-I will do it according to your rules!"

Rashid didn't even seem to notice Anna's pleading, and just kept staring at the
young athletic woman's lovely assets, as in some sort of trance. He
was breathing almost just as heavy as she now!

Anna's skin crumbled for a moment, when it looked like the vile man was actually
going to touch her. But at the last moment, his hand backed off, leaving
telltale signs of frustration on his face.

For a moment she thought she heard Rashid mumble the words "...not now...". In
any case, it looked like the black men around her, in the role of potential
witnesses of 'unprofessional behaviour' of their foreman, actually came to her
rescue this time. But for how much longer?

"Didn't that go smoothly? Now, let's continue with the job at hand..."

Tantalizingly slow, and with his hand shaking like a Parkinson-patient from the
exciting anticipation, Rashid directed the scissors towards the Russian's lower
body. She just closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable.

Once again she could feel the cold steel as it was inserted under the waistbands
of her panties.

"You don't have to blame anyone but yourself that I have to ruin
these; disobeying the house rules has consequences, young lady. Aren't you
lucky that we always have spare harem outfits available for occasions like
these?"

- SNAP -

With these words, the blades closed once again and robbed Anna from her
only remaining pieces of protective wardrobe. She was now the official
definition of vulnerable and defenceless, and was well aware of it! There were
no free hands to cover her previously secret places. Even the most basic defence
mechanism of closing her legs was not available, as the black men had her
practically spread-eagled. She could only clench her teeth. Which was of little
use...

From the corner of her eye (she had turned away her head in disgust) she could
see Rashid stick out his filthy paw at her again. Renewed waves of panic welled
up from her stomach. Was he no longer able to control his impulses? The Pasha's
hand didn't go where she feared it would, though, but instead brushed her left
hip and reached behind. With a broad, mocking smile on his face, Rashid dangled
Anna's scarlet panties right before her eyes.

"You better take a good look and say goodbye, as this will from now on be part
of my private collection, haha..."

Anna's face distorted in disgust as he brought the piece of lingerie, still warm
from the close contact with her body, to his nose and took a deep sniff.

"Aaaaah... Quite delicious! Who needs glue when you can sniff this? This won't
see a washing-machine anytime soon, hehe..."

The Russian didn't appreciate the poor joke and became combative again.

"You better learn to like it, creep! Because it is all you will ever get!"

Her stare could kill... Rashid even noticed subtle signs of contempt and gloat.
She clearly was a handful, which was more than he could ask for, he thought.

"Well, well... Our little devil has retrieved her voice? And already back to her
usual pretentious self. Didn't you oracle once you were like 'a menu in an
expensive restaurant: ordinary boys can read it, but not afford it'"?

He nodded towards the Russian's exposed crotch and continued.

"Granted, the Prince is not quite generous enough to share your valuable parts
with his servants. And since nobody else but you and me here understands more
than five words of English, I will even admit that I'm dying to fuck you until
you scream for your mommy. But still, *I* am not the one to be most pitied here,
darling..."

He licked his lips and smiled the smile of someone who knows more. Giving Anna's
small flare of confidence a blow, and putting her with both feet back into harsh
reality. Then he put the panties in his pocket and instructed the team:

"Mission accomplished, men. Leave our guest her new uniform and pack. We've lost
enough time with this nonsense."

Immediately, the well-drilled team released Anna and dispersed. One of
them draped a new uniform over the chair.

Headed by their vicious laughing leader, the brutal gang left Anna on her own
again. For several minutes after the door fell in its lock, she remained lying
on the floor motionless. With heaving chest, and hands and arms positioned to
protect her breasts and crotch.

Few experiences are more traumatizing for a young girl, than being
disrobed forcefully against their will. Strong character or not, Anna's lips
trembled from the emotions and shock. Long after Rashid's devilish laughing had
died away, she still found herself pricking up her ears. Listening carefully for
any sign of a possible return of that malignant bunch. For as much as this
was possible with a loudly beating heart.

A quarter of an hour must have passed when she finally found the courage
to stand up, and do the only thing she COULD do: slip into the pity excuse
for clothing that her violators had left behind. The only - unthinkable
- alternative was total bare nakedness. But the lesser of two evils was
still quite evil; when the young Russian beauty finally reluctantly
checked herself in the large mirror behind the desk, disgust was written all
over her face.

The view would have been quite heart-warming for any male observers. But Anna
herself was rather unhappy to find out that her blonde triangle of fur was
clearly visible through the thin material. With daylight at her back, even the
seductive contours of her camel toe became obvious. She shuddered when she fully
understood the implications. It made her nipples stand out even more through the
fine textile of the 'top.' Another lovely detail, which sadly totally escaped
her for the moment.

This time, Anna found it much harder already to think in positive
terms. Nevertheless she finally managed it, more or less.

"The good thing is, that this light clothing better suits the hot climate here,"
she deluded herself, almost believing it.

"And, be honest to yourself: you look kinda sexy in it, Murzik!" she
added, replaying one of her seductive poses for men's magazines in front of
the mirror.

Vanity is like a weed: it never dies!


And herewith came an end to Anna's first, but certainly not last, action-packed
day at Uday's Harem.

As the fatigue finally defeated her and pushed her to lie down on the bed, all
the happenings of earlier that day passed her mind. The total confusion and
dream-like state she had been in after she woke up. The surprise when Rashid
appeared to her for the first time, and the deep fear she felt during her
initial encounter with the guards. How she still managed to settle down and calm
herself afterwards. And finally the humiliating forced change of clothes.
Especially that last episode had left Anna with a strange awareness. She
couldn't pinpoint it at the moment itself. But now, in the quietness of falling
dusk, she realised what had been so weird about how it all happened.

Although she had been completely vulnerable, and surrounded by at least
five strong black men, not a single one of them had attempted to misuse
their total power over her. After the last piece of textile was cut from
her perfect body, she had been as available as a girl can be. Even the
most secret and otherwise guarded places were out in the open, readily
accessible for the strong hands that held her immobile. It was a mystery to her
why she was not physically violated in some way. Not that she was waiting for
that! But from experience, she knew that her lovers could NEVER keep their
hands to themselves.

For as long as she had been sexually active, just for fun or with her subsequent
boyfriend hockey players, her body had been irresistible to the boys. While many
girls had trouble to get their share of much-needed foreplay, Anna never had to
ask. Illustrative in that respect was that even the ball boys, who she seduced
from time to time, and who were known for their impatience and drive, would
usually all by themselves take the time to explore her in depth. They didn't
mind sitting through a little show, as Anna loved to serve them a short
striptease. It had to be that the mere vision of her perfectly balanced
proportions and flawless skin, was able to bathe the male mind in endorphins...
At least that's what it looked like to her, with that hypnotized, desire-filled
stare in their eyes. Next, they invariably went through the 'touch-phase'; hands
found their way all over her entire luscious frame, feasting upon the softness
and squeezing her tight bottom and tits. A manual excursion that always ended up
between her legs, where Anna hosted what had to be the most delicious pubic area
on the northern hemisphere. Her two puffy slices of flesh, together with her
habit to regularly 'forget' her undies that was responsible for those countless
pictures of on-court camel toes, were an open invitation to rub and leaf
through. Anna shuddered as she recalled the almost unbearable arousal when their
fingers slid through her meaty pussy lips. No single man withstood the urge to
feel her up deeply and to taste the sweet nectar of her arousal. No wonder
that she was always nicely juiced up by the time they copulated her! To put
it into perspective, in their case, one could argue that they understood it
was a unique experience. A once-in-a-lifetime chance that needed to be
exploited to the maximum. It did have its drawbacks, also; more than once, an
excited ball boy would shoot his cum and go limp before it even came to
penetration. Frustrating for penis-oriented girls like Anna!

But to get back to the topic at hand: even the guys she had been dating, and who
had enjoyed her intimate company day-by-day, showed the same
continued fascination for her physique.

Thus, the total control these guards had over their arousal (or was
it disinterest?), was quite puzzling. Had Anna maybe lost her
attractiveness somehow? It may seem strange that of all things THIS occupied
Anna's mind; but it was one of those aspects that alienated her. One of those
things that still made it hard for her to accept that this was not some bad
nightmare. She desperately needed some traces of normality to think straight
again. But so much was still weird and abnormal, that she just didn't seem to be
able to consider all that was happening to her, reality.

"Tomorrow," she thought while her eyes slowly closed, "tomorrow I will wake up
in my own bed, and all of this will have been a bad dream..."


(4) "DINNER FOR ONE"


Wrong on both accounts, Anna!

The young Russian produced a long-winded sigh of disappointment when
that realization was her first coherent thought after waking up... Initially,
she had kept her eyes closed. Afraid to find out that the 'bad dream'
theory would be falsified. But that ostrich tactic didn't help much; even
through closed eyes, the bright morning sun woke her up like the day before, and
was evidence enough in itself that she was not in her own bedroom at home.
She stared blankly at the ceiling while the harsh truth sank in.

At home, she also would never wake up THIS hungry. Indeed, Anna's belly made all
kinds of funny noises. Last time she had eaten had to be almost two days ago!
Just about the maximum period of time that this basic need could be disregarded.

'Basic needs'... Anna had a gut feeling that one of those other basic
human needs, sex, would not be much of a problem in the immediate future. Or
at least not the - amount - she would get.

But you can't live on sex alone! Surely, it didn't make sense to let her starve,
Anna thought. Or did the Prince prefer anorexic sex? Maybe he was even planning
to only provide her his own home-grown 'vitamins'?

The young blonde was disturbed by her own weird concoction. This was
not something to make fun about! Especially not in her current situation.

She produced another deep sigh, and summoned up her courage. She got
up, arranged the scarce textile a bit around her womanly curves, and entered
the living room to find something to eat. Quite unexpectedly, Anna
now experienced her first *positive* surprise: 'Uday's' turned out to have room
service! The desk was taken up almost completely by a huge silver plate that
contained an extensive collection of comestibles. Several people had to have
spent quite a bit of time on it. Even just delivering it to her room should have
taken a small staff of waiters. Exhausted from the busy first day, she
apparently slept right through the delivery.

She sat down and checked out the contents of the plate, with an ever
growing appetite. There was just too much to completely go through in
detail, really. "Hmmm... That actually looks quite good..." she mumbled to
herself, going with a fork through some kind of pasta with sauce and small
chunks of meat. That main dish reminded her a bit of Italian. Vegetables
(asparagus, onion, salad...) were arranged in several separate bowls. Still
other bowls contained a wide variety of (mostly very spicy) sauces. A matching
wine was served in a luxurious glass carafe. Anna's eyes were also drawn to no
less than three portions of chocolate mousse. She licked her lips. Once again,
their research was very effective (did they read about her affinity for
chocolate mousse in that magazine interview she did two years ago?) A selection
of exotic fruits, of which she only recognised the strawberries and grapes, gave
the dish the finishing touch. All this was, to say the least, quite different
from the leftovers which she had anticipated she would be fed! Hardly your
typical jail fare. But then, you could say a golden cage needed top-class
gastronomy to match?

It looked mouth-watering, indeed. Despite everything that had happened thus far,
Anna caught herself feeling some kind of appreciation. Maybe she had had the
worst, she told herself, and she would be treated more like a real 'guest' from
now on? But still, there was some reluctance, also. For a second - just a second
- the thought of poison entered her mind. A thought she quickly discarded. It
would absolutely make no sense, after all. But she could be forgiven a slight
paranoia after a day like yesterday.

The hungry hostage closed her eyes and took a deep sniff. Delicious
aromas spiralled up into her lovely little turned-up nose. Her stomach
responded with a long-stretched growl. It was high time to fortify the inner
woman!

Pushing away all reservations she had, Anna grabbed the cutlery and attacked.
The tennis star let herself go like she would never allow herself under normal
circumstances. She wolfed down the pasta, barely giving herself time to chew the
meatballs. The little available wine was gone before she even *realized* how
lavishly the cook had used his tabasco and Spanish peppers. All and everything
was outrageously hot, but also finger-licking delicious, and the room filled
itself with her cheerful and unbridled smacking. She was having a good feed
indeed!

Between two hasty mouthfuls, she noticed a small white note between
the delicacies, together with something that looked like a small pamphlet.

She licked off two fingers, picked it up, and read:


"Bon Appetit, pumpkin

          Rashid"

It was written in stylish, almost calligraphic letters.

"How attentive," she remarked to herself sarcastically. "Nice try, do-gooder!"

Was that cunning pasha trying to plant the first seeds of a growing Stockholm
syndrome? He was just a little *too* detestable for that to work, really. She
put a finger in her mouth, made an expressive throw-up sound to illustrate her
disgust, and threw the crumpled up note on the floor. She smiled to herself in
the mirror; it was just a small deed of resistance, but boy, did it feel good!

Anna continued her decadent blowout. The different savory foods disappeared into
the hungry prisoner at an unprecedented rate. She seemed to lack hands, how she
spooned through the chocolate mousses in record tempo, swallowing the grapes in
between. Not accidentally, she was known for her capacity to burn calories. Both
her own, and the calories of her lovers...

After digesting the copious meal, the Russian felt much better already. Quite
thirsty, also. Even more than just a bit thirsty, actually (there really hadn't
been much wine in the carafe).  But most of all completely energized! She let
out a loud 'burp,' picked one last strawberry, and relaxed in her seat. The
strong emotions had had some time to settle down by now, and with the help of a
full belly and the necessary sugars to activate her grey matter, Anna was
thinking clear again. It certainly also made a difference that they were not
dealing with the regular female here. Handling stress and pressure was simply
part of her being!

"Where is the weak spot?" she asked herself. "Every plan or complot has a weak
spot, just like every tennis opponent. This whole perverted setup is so crazy
that it must be full of gaping holes!"

She looked around the room in search of a possible clue. Something to break the
door open, or to force the bars in front of the windows. Or a weapon to FIGHT
her way out. Yes, when her violators were gone for a while, and when she
replayed the degrading scenes that she had to go through in her head, she became
quite combative again. But nothing useful seemed to be available. All pieces of
cutlery were plastic, for example, to make sure they would be useless weapons?
If she was realistic, she had to admit to herself that, with their superior
numbers, it was just plain foolish to think in that direction anyway. It worked
when she did those auditions for the Bond movie. With a few well-placed Karate
kicks, she had slaughtered a bunch of them. But, granted, those opponents
cooperated... The hairless gorillas wouldn't. Co-opulate maybe, but not
co-operate.

A way to communicate with the outside world then, instead? Anna wished
the intercom system allowed for outbound connections. Sadly, it had only
one button, so it looked like an intercontinental call was out of the
question. It wasn't but one of her sarcastic jokes, but strangely enough the
absurd idea pulled a little switch somewhere in that smart girl brain of hers.

"But, OF COURSE. Stupid girl. STU-PID girl!"

She called it out loud, even though she was the only person in the room,
and banged her fist on the desk.

"The COMPUTER!"

Her heart skipped a beat when the idea struck her. But just as fast she realized
it wouldn't be THAT simple.

"Hold your horses, Murzik... That you can fax, mail and surf on your own PC at
home doesn't mean it will work over here," she tempered her own enthusiasm.

Nevertheless she immediately seated herself behind the machine and checked it
out from a little closer. A first positive thing was that it looked
quite recent. Not brand new, but it *had* a flat screen and 'XP'-logo. Anna
booted it up, and now also found the post-it with apparently a username
and password. The amazing combination of how they totally pampered her on
the one hand, yet treated her without even the most basic respect on the
other hand, struck her once again. It must have been a huge effort to make
this room a reasonable replica of her own one. She probably represented
quite some value to them; but value of what kind?

The logon-screen had appeared in the mean time, and Anna managed to get in with
the name and password.

It had the usual package of software that you would expect on an office-PC. But,
and this was a serious downer already, sadly no mail. A big icon on the desktop
referred to some tennis game. Despite the situation, it made Anna chuckle.

"Yeah, right... As if I train with a computer game! Morons..."

The only other icon that she was interested in, and kept a little flame of hope
burning, was the well-known blue 'E' of Internet Explorer. She knew it did not
mean that the computer was able to get online, but a 'no' she had, and a 'yes'
she could get.

She sighed, paused a second, and then double-clicked the symbol. "There you go,
girl..."

To her total delight, Explorer started up just as she was used to at home, and
connected right away to the Internet! A sweet euphoric sensation overwhelmed the
Russian; she had OUTSMARTED these perverts. Hahahaha... what IDIOTS! That's the
kind of blunders you get when you mix up primitive underdeveloped ape-men with
modern technology. And this smart girl was going to exploit that! It was just a
matter of hours now before she would be located and set free. Then she could
kick Rashid in the nuts; a favour the FBI would certainly grant her, she
pondered. She would smile her smile to those officers, and they would be all too
willing to hold him while she kicked him exactly where it would hurt most!

Anna wanted to interrupt the loading of the current site, to go to a web mail
provider, when she noticed the site looked actually quite familiar to her!

"T-The perverts! Is sex really the ONLY thing on their minds?" she called out
aloud.

With their maniacal eye for every detail that would help to destabilize their
victims, these madmen had configured Kournikova
Fakeland [http://ffleetwebspace.free.fr/tmfu/intro.htm] as the browser's
homepage! Not that the content of the site managed to shock her; in fact she was
a regular visitor herself, and enjoyed the look inside the horny minds of
her fans. And didn't even her current fiancé Enrique admit once, in a
fairly drunk state, that it was this site which had awakened his feelings for
her? Maybe the mysterious Prince Uday had made a similar journey?

Anyway, this was not the time and place to check out the newest monthly update,
so Anna broke it off and pointed the browser to Hotmail.

She was in for a rather unpleasant surprise...

After tapping the <ENTER>-key, the hour-glass appeared as usual. But instead of
the popular web mail-site, another page was shown with some predefined 
text:

"You are not authorized to visit this URL"
"Please wait while you are being redirected to the homepage"

Within a matter of seconds, Anna was staring at her false nudes again. She could
feel the beginnings of a cramped awareness in her stomach coming up, but tried
mail.com next anyway.

The same scenario repeated itself, and the knot in Anna's belly became bigger.
No matter WHAT URL she tried, or no matter which external link on Kournikova
Fakeland she clicked, the end result was always the same: a new confrontation
with the realistic renditions of her sucking dicks, spreading her legs or being
double-penetrated...

After the 10th useless attempt, she began to grow sick of the site, and
the disappointment and anger finally won it from her cool.

"ENOUGH!" she bawled. The mouse barely survived when she threw it against the
computer-case in utter frustration. Her hands grabbed her face, and tears were
welling up.

"How will I EVER get out of this damn nuthouse!"

It was a short lapse. Almost immediately the competition conditioning kicked in
again, and remembering her lessons in relaxation techniques, she managed to take
a deep breath and calm herself down once again.

"Easy, Anna, eaaaaasy. Panic won't help you. Try one more time."

What she hadn't tried yet was Kournikova.com, her official personal site. It was
months ago that she had visited it, and even longer that she had offered any
personal updates. But normally speaking, it still had to be up-and-running to
keep the fans attached. With trembling fingers, she inserted the characters into
the address-bar and confirmed with <ENTER>.

Frankly, Anna considered this an attempt against all odds.
But, surprise-surprise, for the first time in minutes she no longer got to
read the demoralizing redirection-page, and was thrown right into her own
kingdom on the Net.

"Yessssssss!" she shouted with one of her broadest smiles on her face
again. "GOT YOU, suckers..."

Would this whole episode get a happy end after all?

Impatiently she clicked through the links to enter the user forums. Luckily, she
also still remembered the 'undercover' username and password she used to use to
follow-up what was going on in the forums ('Genie' and 'licklick' still worked
after all those months!) Arrived in the 'Fans' forum, she started a new thread
and threw her virtual message-in-a-bottle into the digital realm:

"Hello everybody out there! Please help me! This is Anna calling for help. I was
abducted in Dubai after the Open and I am being held captive. Please inform the
authorities. I will try to describe the place where I'm being held. Outside,
it..."


Anna stopped typing all of a sudden. Did she hear footsteps and laughing in the
hallway?


"Fuck! They mustn't see this!"

Rashid and his bunch were on their way to pay her a visit again, and she only
had a couple of seconds left before they would stand in her room. In panic, she
clicked the submit-button, followed by some random clicks in an attempt to get
out of Kournikova.com as quickly as possible. Right at that moment, the door
opened and Anna turned around as fast as she could.


(5)"THE WHEEL OF STABILITY"


As she had guessed correctly, it was Rashid again. But this time, he was
not only accompanied by two of his gorillas, but also by a bunch of
other people. Anna was genuinely surprised that there seemed to be women
involved this time. Or at least that was what she suspected under the four
black burkas behind the pasha. Only their hands were visible, and they
indicated that this was a bunch of old ladies for sure. One of them was carrying
some kind of jar with a black liquid; another held a wooden case in her
hands. Behind them was a man in a white cape. He had very untypical (for
this environment) reddish hair and a heavy moustache and beard. Lastly, there
was another servant who carried a plate with a big glass of water on it.

Water... It made Anna realize again how incredibly THIRSTY she actually
was after her meal. It had been as spicy as tasteful, and seeing the glass
with water without being able to immediately grab and empty it, was a bit of
a torture.

Rashid looked somewhat surprised when he noticed their female guest behind the
PC. As usual, he made his bow, then addressed Anna:

"I can see you're settling down already. Good, good... It's always better
to make love to a relaxed girl than to a stressed one. I have to underline
once again that there is no intention from our side to make you
feel uncomfortable. If you behave like a good girl, there will be no further
need for disturbing scenes like yesterday. I hope you have used your time
alone here to learn to appreciate the effort we have put into making you feel
at home. Does this equipment have your approval? This is actually His
Highness' own PC; a new one will be delivered one of the coming days. But we did
our best to already equip this temporary machine with some stuff that would
keep you busy during off-hours."

Anna stared at him with this 'I know nothing' expression of pretended innocence
on her face. From time to time she glanced at the servant with the glass of
water.

"What is *especially* soul-warming , is that you are also already getting into
the right mood, apparently!" Rashid added with an amused smile on his mug. "I
guess the special diet is already sorting effect."

A puzzled frown appeared on the girl's forehead. What the hell was the
creep talking about??? What mood? And what diet?

"I'm sure there's a deeper meaning to the fact that you were enjoying exactly
THAT picture which happens to be Prince Uday's favourite. His Highness will be
thrilled when I will report this to Him."

Anna turned around and now noticed that her panicked random mouse clicks
had opened the KOURNIKOVA BUKKAKE
fake [http://ffleetwebspace.free.fr/tmfu/fakepages/kournik0310i-tmfu.htm].
Not particularly one of HER personal favourites, and certainly not in
the prospect that it would be Prince Uday who was splattering his cum all
over her, and 'feeding' her his proteins!

When she faced the pasha again, the servant had come forward and offered her the
plate with the drink. The thirsty Russian promptly grabbed the glass and emptied
it with big eager gulps. Spilled water trickled down her chin and throat, and
over her chest into the minuscule top, letting it cling even closer to her
breasts.

"I hope you enjoyed your meal and had a good night's rest," Rashid
continued while he enjoyed the lovely sight, and the servant collected the
(few) leftovers of Anna's meal on the silver plate.

"We decided not to wake you up this morning; you look, and looked, lovely
in your comfortable two-piece, BTW." He smiled.

Anna felt UNcomfortable by the idea that she had been ogled while asleep on top
of the covers, that morning. She couldn't quite remember how she had woken up,
and could only hope that there hadn't been any secret body parts exposed to the
peeking eyes of these creeps. She took another gulp of refreshing liquid and
wiped her chin dry.

"Today will be quite busy, as will be the next couple of days; therefore, it is
our duty to keep our guest's energy-level up at all times. I must apologize that
we could not yet serve the young lady her favourite sushi. The special charter
that His Highness ordered, experienced bad weather and had to make an
unscheduled stop on the way from Tokyo. There will also be no chocolate
ice-cream, I'm afraid, for obvious climatological reasons. But I am completely
convinced that you will continue to appreciate the efforts put in by our
excellent 'Chef de Cuisine'. He is a man of high professional pride, and great
creativity within the boundaries of the aphrodisiac menu."

Anna wasn't quite sure what exactly to make of this. But it sure sounded like,
just like everything else she experienced here, even something as trivial as her
meals were part of a Bigger Plan.

"Like I said, this will be another busy day in your trajectory towards
your first companionship. I assume you read through the short pamphlet
already? It was put together specifically to address the inmates' curiosity. To
lift a tip of the veil, so to speak."

The Russian had indeed skimmed through it while digesting her meal. But 'lifting
a tip of the veil' was quite a euphemism, she thought. It was obvious that the
pamphlet contained a time-table of certain activities that were planned for her.
But the names of the 'activities' were rather cryptic and only meaningful for
the initiated. How the hell would SHE know what 'Decoration' and 'Purification'
were supposed to cover? If anything, the pamphlet had *increased* her curiosity
instead of satisfying it. Maybe 'confusion' was a better word than 'curiosity',
though. After all, Anna was well aware that 'curiosity had killed the cat' at
least once before...

Meanwhile, the servant had cleaned up the desk and returned to his place in the
team.

Anna was expecting Rashid to continue his endless rambling, but to her
great confusion he had stopped talking and didn't give any signs of opening
his mouth again. Instead, he was silently watching her, as if he was
patiently waiting for something.

Anna felt distinctively looked at...

"So... What's next, then??" she stumbled at last.

Still utter, uncomfortable silence as response. The women in burka, the guards
and the servant made just as little sound and were also fixating their eyes on
the confused girl.

"Say something again. ANYTHING! Don't just STAND there like that."

Anna was preparing to shout at them again when, to her own complete surprise,
the empty glass fell out of her hands and shattered into a thousand pieces on
the floor.

"What...?"

She held up both hands in front of herself, and watched in disbelief how
she could no longer close her fists! In fact, the arms now also slowly
dropped no matter how hard she tried to hold them up.

She looked at Rashid again, with questioning eyes.

"What...what is hap.. ??"

"HOLD HER!", Rashid ordered.

Fast as lightening, the two guards beside him shot forward and
intercepted Anna's body, which was falling forward and out of the chair, like a
rag doll. They caught her arms, just in time to prevent her from crashing
into the floor like a dead weight.

All Anna could feel, was a deep panic and disorientation, but she couldn't even
scream it out any longer! In a matter of seconds, it seemed she had lost both
her motorics and voice. All the while, she was nevertheless completely
conscious. She could also feel the grip of the two men around her arms, and how
her knees touched the ground, collecting some pieces of shattered glass in the
process. That ground was all she could see, since she was unable to lift her
head as well. Her eyelids seemed to be the only body parts she still had under
control.

Horror thoughts about some tropical virus or other disease flooded her
mind, until she heard Rashid speak again:

"It keeps amazing me how powerful this drug really is!"

He had come closer, and lifted Anna's chin to look her straight in the eyes. As
she tried to look away, avoiding his stare, she noticed how the burkas had also
broken their formation and were coming into action.

"I am really sorry we have to do it this way, darling. But believe me when I say
it is the only practically feasible approach. Try to concentrate on the positive
side: you won't miss a thing because you stay awake at all times!"

Indeed, despite her total lack of body control, Anna was as lucid as one could
be, fully appreciating any visual, audible and tactile stimuli.

"Consider yourself blessed that you got the best seat," he added.

Rashid let go of Anna's jaw and took some distance again while the two guards
dragged her limp form to some kind of carpet the women had spread out on the
floor. They arranged her face down, spreading out legs and arms and putting a
pillow under her head, which was turned sideways to allow breathing. Rashid took
position in Anna's line of sight to make sure she would at all times be fully
informed and in touch with him. Despite all the discomfort and uncertainty that
had taken possession of her, she also had developed a lot of curiosity that
needed to be satisfied. And he considered it his duty to take care of that.

"You will soon understand the necessity of the muscle relaxant. Although
it could be useful in many other situations, we try to strictly limit
its application to the absolute necessary. Usually that means a small dose
to facilitate the Decoration, which we will now start with."

From her fixed point of view, Anna was nevertheless aware that the four
women were sitting down around her on the carpet and had opened the jars. As
she had noticed before, they contained a dark liquid.

"Since you are a bit of a special case, entitled to receive the exclusive and
rare Harem Jewel afterwards, you needed a somewhat bigger shot to prolong the
effect. Which you were kind enough to supply yourself, thanks to the
thirst-enhancement trick."

Anna silently cursed to herself. "How stupid can you be, Murzik?"
Walking straight into the trap with her eyes wide open...

"As expected, you're a rather greedy girl, if I may say so. A weakness
which lends itself greatly to be exploited."

Meanwhile, one of the women opened the case they had brought with them,
and supplied paintbrushes among their group of four.

"In case the pamphlet wasn't clear about the Decoration, let me explain it in a
little bit more detail. You could use some diversion, anyway."

"Tradition requires that, for their first companionship, concubines' bodies are
decorated with holy verses and various traditional ornaments. This serves two
purposes. First of all the gracefully winding lines are supposed to act as
guidelines, subtly directing the lover's attention towards a woman's secret
places. Nowadays that is mostly traditional, of course, since His Highness
doesn't really need them to find a girl's treasures, with sexual education and
all."

"Great! A body full of pointers to where people should rather NOT go,"
Anna thought, while the women sat down around her. While one of them removed
her scarce clothing (they seemed to have hundreds of them in stock), the
others already dipped their paintbrushes in the henna-like ink.

"Secondly, the sacred verses act as a spiritual purification. They make
sure that a concubine is 'clean' in spirit and worthy of partnership with
His Highness. We'll come back to the physical side of cleanliness later..."

The first lines were stroked and Anna got goose bumps from the sensations of the
wet brush tips on her back. The women worked fast and accurately, methodically
stroking down a beautiful work of art on her tanned and (almost) unblemished
skin. Anna was clearly not their first job.

"And in your particular case," Rashid rambled on, "it is also an excellent way
to do something about that heathen tattoo on your lower back, for the time
being. I've given very specific instructions to cover up that despicable example
of decadence. Once the laser equipment has arrived, we'll get rid of it
forever."

Anna didn't like the idea of losing her highly fashionable lower back tribal.
But it was one of the lesser things on her mind at the moment! It was hard to
concentrate on anything else than the brushstrokes, anyway. Especially when the
ticklish sensations came near her bottom or armpits. And to think she probably
would be turned over as well...

Surprisingly soon, one of the women (apparently the Main Decorator) walked in a
complete circle around Anna to verify their work, and shouted some instructions.
Rashid responded by calling in the two guards again. They turned the totally
helpless Russian over, making her face the ceiling this time. Again, her arms
and legs were nicely spread out before the decorators went back to work.

"Like I said, you received a rather concentrated solution of the relaxant, since
we'll also have to hand you the Harem Jewel after the Decoration. It is the
first time that I arranged a Jewel assignment, so I am not sure it is the
standard procedure in that respect. But I figured it would be the best way to
help you relax, and to make work easier for Tarek."

Judging by the location of his voice, Anna figured Rashid had changed position.
This time strategically locating himself somewhere south of her rather extreme
spread. He had witnessed this before, and apparently knew all the best spots.
She tried to focus on what Rashid told, for as much as that was possible while
you're being tickled near sensitive spots like your nipples and venus mound. She
remembered him mentioning Tarek, the blacksmith, and supposed it had to be the
man in the white mantle. And she was still as puzzled as before about what a
blacksmith had to do with jewels! At least a 'jewel assignment' sounded like a
non-threatening subject. As most girls would, Anna was in fact getting genuinely
curious... And also somewhat flattered! Regardless everything else she was put
through by the mysterious Prince, a jewel WAS a sign of appreciation. Maybe he
was a prisoner of old-fashioned tradition, himself, and this was a first
attempt to make up for all the discomfort she had to go through?

"I estimate you'll regain command over your voice by the time the Decoration is
completed. It will take a bit longer to fully control your limbs again, though.
And believe me when I say that is a good thing for Tarek."

If Anna could have seen the devilish look on his face, she would have been very
worried indeed! But she could still only look at the featureless ceiling and
passively endure the wet tickling sensations of brush tips dancing over her
goose-bumped skin.

The stroking at last stopped altogether, and the Main Decorator informed Rashid
that their living canvas was ready. It came as an enormous relief for Anna. The
end of her unbearable tickle-torture! A girl as ticklish as her would almost
wish they would violently rape her, instead... While the burkas collected their
material and folded up the sheet, the two guards put Anna on her feet again.
Although that was more a way of speaking, since she still couldn't move a finger
so they had to support her. A slight tingle in her arms and legs indicated that
a return of muscle control was probably just a matter of minutes, though.

When she was standing up, Rashid came closer again and helped her raise
her chin.

"My compliments! You've been a truly sweet girl throughout the entire procedure.
It's going smoother and smoother all the time, haha..." He looked up and down
Anna's body, and added: "I can assure you that your new paint scheme suits you,
and above all should withstand quite a few sessions of steaming sex. After all,
it was specifically designed by the engineering department to not wear off
easily. Which brings us to another one of their products..."

Stepping to the side, he gave his guest a clear view on a
wheel-like construction that two more servants had meanwhile rolled in.

"Let us introduce you to the 'Wheel of Stability'," he grinned with
clearly recognisable joy.

The 'Wheel of Stability' was a circle-shaped metal structure, that looked about
two metres in diameter. In fact, it consisted of *two* wheels, of which the
inner was able to rotate smoothly on ball-bearings, when not fixed to the
external one. Attached to this inner wheel was an 'X'-shaped frame, with the
heart cut out such that four radial pieces of metal of about two foot long were
left. These each had two Velcro-strip type restraints, one on each end, to hold
wrists and elbows or ankles and knees respectively. The two pieces of frame on
the lower end pointed to foot-supports, two on each side to be precise. Another
extra pair was mounted on the backside. There was also a big box on the lower
middle, and a small box with a button on the upper left. Plus some wires.

Although Anna had never seen one before, she didn't need more than five
seconds of observation from a distance to develop a strong aversion for the
device.

"This here is going to be your best friend for the next couple of days," Rashid
introduced the cold metal structure to Anna.

"Well, that is unless you decide to cooperate fully in the remainder of
the preparation program. But you would be the first one to do so; therefore
it is a pretty safe bet to say that you will spend a lot of time in the Wheel."

He winked at Anna, who looked very unhappy, took a few steps back towards the
Wheel and tapped the frame. He noticed the Russian could now keep up her head
all on her own.

"This one was custom-made to best suite your excellent proportions, and it rests
on fixable wheels to move it with ease. As you can see, the foot supports and
arm/leg holders have been padded with velvet. We wouldn't want pimples to mar
your smooth skin when it makes contact with the cold metal. In fact, the whole
purpose of the design is to prevent the guests from hurting themselves, or the
staff."

Despite this example of its girl-friendliness, the device still made
the Russian's skin creep.

"But let's not test your impatience any longer. There is no better way to get
used to the Wheel, than to actually make use of it. If we want to finish the
Decoration smoothly, I think we shouldn't hesitate much longer."

Rashid had noticed Anna's first weak attempts to move her arms and legs.
He instructed the guards to put her in the Wheel now that it was still
easy. 'Hanging up' was a more appropriate way to put it at this time, since
her body was more or less hanging in the wrist- and elbow-constraints. He
nodded in satisfaction when Anna was strapped in properly, and even
personally arranged her two ponytails, letting them fall behind her shoulders,
so they didn't obscure his view on her nude front.

The Russian was able to hold up her head ever higher now. This allowed her to
fully witness the beginning of the final stage of the Decoration. And she didn't
exactly like what she saw!

"Nnn..nn..o-o-o.. Nnn..!!"

Anna's eyes widened, and in addition to some more writhing she also tried
to produce her first sounds. Although not quite intelligible yet, it was
clear that she was expressing distress!

That might have had something to do with the Main Decorator approaching her with
what looked like a big, sharp knife. Its long blade shining in the light
scattered onto it.

In the absence of muscle relaxant, Anna's body would have instantly frozen into
one big cramp. Now she didn't get much further than some feeble,
hardly noticeable twitching in her bonds. For the very first time since her
first eye-contact with the black guards, she was in real panic. The sum of
'old woman' + 'burka' + 'sharp knife' + 'tied up' + 'bunch of
medieval traditions' reminded her far too much about that horrifying documentary
she had seen on TV once. They did these unspeakable things to young girls.
Her stomach turned around at the idea of what was about to happen!

"Huuuuhh!! Hu-huuuuhh!!" she brawled while the sinister figure approached.

There was nobody around to help the helpless.


(6) "THE LORD OF THE RINGS"


The old woman kneeled right in front of her. Anna gritted her teeth, closed her
eyes and wished she would just faint. But she didn't. Next, she could feel a wet
sensation right above her pubic cleft. Was it a disinfectant? She still didn't
feel like looking down.

A shiver went through her body as she could feel the sharp blade being
held against her skin. She bit her lips, held her breath and shut her
eyes, preparing for extreme pain and mutilation...


The seasoned granny moved the blade, and sliced off... a couple of hairs
of Anna's already sparse blonde bush.


The Russian released the air she had kept in, and laughed nervously. What
a relief!

The old lady didn't seem to pay much attention to it all, and swiftly moved the
blade through the shaving-cream she had rubbed into the girl's pubic hair. It
clearly was a pretty standard job for her. In a matter of seconds, a nicely
trimmed thin line was all that was left. It wonderfully integrated into the
pattern of painted lines.

"Doesn't it look neat?"

Rashid had taken a mirror and was holding it in front of Anna's trimmed carpet,
giving her the opportunity to take a good look. She seemed pretty indifferent
about it. Her chest was still heaving from the strong emotions, and what counted
to her was that all of her intimate anatomy was still THERE in the first place!

"As you can see, the road to the Harem Jewel is now paved, if you excuse me the
expression," Rashid grinned. "It is time to introduce you to our local 'Lord of
the Rings': Tarek. She's all yours, Tarek!" He stepped aside.

With hard-to-conceal enthusiasm and eagerness, the man in the white mantle
now approached the tightly secured girl. Rashid nodded towards the two
guards, signalling them to immediately take position on both sides of the Wheel
and the big man.

Tarek (formerly known as 'Angus') was indeed big and rather rough looking. The
reddish hairs of his untended beard gave away that he was not a local. His heavy
accent wasn't even necessary to guess his Irish roots. Despite his shovels of
hands, he had a real talent for finer handiwork. Which was exactly what brought
him here and now, as a side activity to his horse training. As the trainer of
the Prince's thoroughbreds, he was respected by everybody. He also had a bit of
a 'reputation', though, after an incident a couple of years ago. One morning,
guards had found him asleep in the room of one of the guests, between a bunch of
emptied Whisky bottles (illegal in this place by themselves!). Apparently he had
fucked a new inmate in her Wheel all night long, effectively spoiling her for
further use by His Highness. No doubt this would have cost him his distinctive
head, or at the very least his manhood, if Rashid hadn't covered him back then.
In the end, consequences had been limited to a short but memorable whip session,
and the requirement that he would never be left alone again with a guest. A
compromise Tarek could live with. Yes, he -was- severely restricted in his
actions towards all these fresh dollies ever since, but it remained a sweet job
nevertheless! In any case, he knew he would never climb up to the rank of
Rashid. He wasn't quite professional enough to suppress his instincts, let alone
lead his own projects.

As his shadow approached her over the floor, Anna raised her head to face the
next threat to her physical integrity... Tarek's distinct Western European
looks, in some ways refreshing in this otherwise totally alien setting, did
little to take away her discomfort.

"That panic in your lovely eyes is totally unnecessary, darling, " Tarek spoke.
"It is not unwarranted arrogance when I tell you that you're in the hands of a
very experienced craftsman. Apart from his horses, I also take care of His
Highness' extensive tropical birds collection. I have ringed countless beauties
before, and I don't think it makes much difference that you are not feathered
hahaha..."

What did all this have to do with her? As usual, they talked in enigmas, Anna
pondered.

"Does the lady already enhance her femininity with a jewel?" Tarek asked.

Anna already had a very unflattering idea of these men, but now she
was genuinely surprised by the new level of stupidity she recognised. Around
her neck was, plainly visible for everyone with at least one eye, her
golden necklace with a delicate little heart-shaped jewel attached to it. She
was also wearing two gold plated earrings in the shape of little horseshoes.

"Do you need GLASSES, or what?" she replied, nodding her head to point with her
chin to the necklace. Why the hell was she answering a question anyway?? Maybe
because it felt good to have her voice back, even just a weak version.

Tarek smiled; "An understandable misunderstanding; more precisely, I would like
to be informed whether you already have any intimate piercings?"

The Russian was stunned...

"That is NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, assholes!" she screamed in anger
and with more power in her voice again. Surprise, dismay and discomfort fought
a battle inside her and fuelled her resistance. She was seething!!

"It was nice to meet you, but now turn around and get your sorry ass out
of here. I have absolutely nothing to tell you, beardy!"

But under that facade of strength, her courage was blown to smithereens. Gone
was the last hope to expect any decency from these madmen. Agony and contempt
was clearly all they had to offer her. Where oh where had she earned this?

"Excellent, excellent, " Tarek hooked in. Anna's resistance didn't ruin
the Irishman's temper. If anything, the irritating smile on his face got
even wider.

"Well then; since the young lady refuses to disclose the necessary background
information, the only alternative is that I disclose it myself and check
*personally* whether there is still some manoeuvring space down there. Not that
I mind, of course," he chuckled.

"You perverted ape! Keep your hands off me, shithead, or I'll make sure they're
cut off once I get out of this. Then you can enjoy those great laws in this
fucked-up country."

"Tsstsstssss," the red-bearded man mocked her with a soothing voice. "Surely you
understand that we can't properly execute the task at hand based on guesswork
alone? And even if you told me, I'd still have to take measurements anyway. No
matter how you turn it, you'll have to play open house for Tarek."

He came a step closer still, and without much further ado clamped his
right shovel between Anna's helplessly spread-eagled legs.

For a second, the Russian's voice faltered. Then she exploded in a
vocal fragmentation bomb, foaming with rage.

"You ugly sand-scorpion... Hypocritical turban-terrorist! Don't you touch
me like that!"

But her violator was not impressed, and thoroughly enjoyed these short seconds
of close contact between his hand palm and the girl's warm treasures. While he
kept his hand still, Anna did the rubbing herself by twisting in her bonds to
escape from the unwelcome touch.

"Back off, filthy freckle face!"

With the two guards keeping a very close eye, Tarek quickly released his firm
grip; giving Anna the illusion that her threats had made a difference.

The *real* reason was that the blacksmith was bound by very strict rules since
the infamous incident; most certainly was he silently imagining licking out that
tasty pussy pressing against his palpating fingers. Sure was he dying to
extensively explore the athlete's exquisite love hole! But both liberties would
no doubt cost him his head. In fact, ANY diversion from the strictly defined
Decoration-storyboard could get him into serious trouble. And his subject's
threats about the local laws would actually not be far off...

"Ah-ha,"  Tarek spoke while removing his hand again. "A quick check never fails
to be useful. Already I can tell we won't find much historical remains in there.
That's exactly how I like it: a clean sheet with all creative options still
available."

"Stop it, you..you.. COCKROACH!" Anna's blood pressure was getting
into dangerous areas now. But, as the near future would illustrate, by no
means near its maximum.

"Time to find out what we have to deal with here, in more detail, "
Tarek mumbled undisturbed. He crouched in front of her, his face just inches
from her crotch, and proceeded to perform the Toe Spreader.


The 'Toe Spreader', short for 'camel toe spreader', was a diagnostics touch to
accurately assess a girl's inner makeup. An essential part of the art
of intimate piercings. As such, it was the only allowed technique to investigate
a guest's private parts, and had to be kept to a minimum duration.


Tarek was very experienced at this. With a swiftness that indicated a lot
of practice, he turned his left hand around, and with the hand palm
resting upside-down against Anna's flat underbelly, he pressed index and
middle finger powerfully into the cleft between her opened legs. One on both
sides of her fat labia majora. Then he, equally forcefully, lifted his
hand upwards.

"Ooouuch!!"

The Russian screamed it out loud, and her entire face illustrated a new level of
shock!

Her camel toe split open in all its glory, exposing her deep-pink inner flesh to
the blacksmith.

Tarek kept the pressure up and intently observed the otherwise hidden features
of Anna's femininity. The delicate flesh tightly stretched under the pressure as
it was exposed to the outside air. Tarek hooked his right index finger behind
and under her clithood and made a small circle, to expose and arrange her inner
petals. Accurate knowledge of the terrain was important. No matter how often he
had done this to the girls, each of them was an interesting exploration again.
They all were overall alike, yet at the same time quite unique in the details;
the colour, the size of inner and outer lips and clitoris... And of course the
anatomy and its intricacies *remained* fascinating for a man, even after
investigating hundreds of samples. He looked up and smiled again when he noticed
Anna's teeth vibrating on her lower lip. Then he blew some air into her private
parts, straight onto her sensitive nub. Was it imagination or did it twitch
under the teasing breeze? What was certain, was that Anna herself, up there,
had noticed the new wind blowing through her. A grimace appeared on her
face; she was clearly aware of how she was indeed 'playing open house' for
Tarek. And he let himself in.

"Hmmmm...," the Irishman mumbled, concentrating on his job again, "that looks
like a size 4 will fit."

He rolled her inner lips between his thumb and index finger to feel
the thickness, and opened them up to observe how flexibly they closed
again. Size, strength, flexibility and moistness... It all mattered in
this profession!

"That, or a five at most."

Anna didn't know where she had it. This HURT; be it much more mentally
than physically. How much deeper can a girl be humiliated? Strangely enough,
the fact that what was happening to her was so absolutely unbelievable,
also seemed to help her to handle it all.

"A five it will be, " Tarek finished his investigation after carefully weighing
the evidence. "You're quite a strong girl, Miss Kournikova. You're in good
shape, and firm all over. It shows you work on your physique. Regardless the
innumerable times you must have been copulated already, you're still tight as a
small-change purse. My compliments!" It actually sounded genuine! He got up
again and released his grip, letting Anna's privates retake their original
shape. Not before exciting a little squeak from the stunned girl, by giving her
love curtains a quick pull.

It left Anna with a very uncomfortable feeling and a troubled face.
Hardly surprising; for beautiful young girls all over the world, having men
stretch your labia at will, without consent or consequences, was a strong
indication that their control over the situation was approaching a dangerously
low level.

Tarek had a sardonic smile on his face. The Toe Spreader procedure was,
of course, total bollocks. No such thing had ever been mentioned in the piercing
classes he had taken. It was just the cunning Irishman's way to get the most out
of the whole experience within the boundaries of the strict protocol. Nobody had
ever bothered to check whether all this was really necessary to properly fit an
intimate jewel. If necessary, in fact, he would fit a piercing as thick as a
pink into most girls. No technical limitations would keep him from doing that,
nor was he the kind of man to let ethical dilemmas get in the way! A girl's
flesh is surprisingly strong and can take almost anything, he knew. After all,
it was made to withstand ten thousand or so intercourses. You can't fault
millions of years of evolution.

Where did all this wisdom come from, while only a handful of guests had
ever received a Jewel?

To understand this, we have to go back to the blacksmith's very first Decoration
job. Without getting into details, let's say the Prince hadn't been too thrilled
with the results. In fact, the guest he had fucked in her Wheel all night, was
not the FIRST one Tarek had spoiled... In everybody's interest, then, the Prince
had allowed him to practice the art on out-phased inmates, with dummy stainless
steel 'jewels'. A great way to perfect technique, and at the same time it gave
the retired guests a souvenir that would always remind them about their stay at
Al-Qae-Traz. Everybody happy!

Today's jewel was far from "dummy," though. This was the real deal!

"Let's not test your patience any longer. I'm sure you're dying to know
your future golden companion," Tarek grinned, and he surfaced a small
luxury jewel case out of his gown, with a number '5' imprinted.

"It's quite obvious His Highness has a special place for you in His heart. And
understandable! Even in standard edition, out of the box, you're a nice package
indeed. But rest assured that after fitting this little option, you will drive
the poor chap almost insane! Compare it to how your boyfriend would react after
having new custom rims fit on his sports car, haha." He held the small case
right under Anna's nose, and opened it up.

There it was, sitting in its velvet seat. The Harem Jewel! Despite the
whole situation, Anna couldn't but admire the precious gem; it was
downright beautiful! With her knowledgeable eye, she immediately recognised the
high grade gold alloy. Probably 18 karat or more. The shape roughly approached
a horseshoe, luckily with the sharp edges rounded somewhat. But that was
not all: it actually had no less than five small diamonds embedded!
They sparkled eye-blinding, like only real ones can. The size didn't immediately
strike the Russian as 'big', but considering its future cozy home, 'small'
wasn't exactly the word, either...

The blacksmith recognised the twinkle in her eyes.

"I knew this little piece of art would make up for all of it; eyes don't lie,"
he whispered. "Let me add that it even complements your earrings!"

The Russian tried to look as if this was the least of her concerns, but
deep inside she couldn't deny that it DID matter. God dammit! Was it THIS easy
to manipulate her psyche and to buy her out??? It was still her deepest wish
to escape from this madhouse, and to let it bomb to hell as soon as
possible afterwards. But if there was a reasonable chance, she would like
to recuperate the Harem Jewel; be it not to wear it as it was intended by
these nutcases. If she could lay her hands on it, this whole adventure could
end up with a positive balance!

Tarek left the case opened and put it onto the desk. He took a deep breath. At
last the moment of truth had arrived. And he cared more than he would openly
admit! Yes, he was not the most tactful person, he was arrogant and generally
self-confident. But he also had pride and, besides hot young girls, he also
loved to fuck details. This was NOT an exercise, and it had to be PERFECT. No
ripped tissues, no imperfections... no damaging in general would be tolerated.
Neither by himself or by the Prince. Failure was, literally, not a viable
option.

From the bag he carried with him, he started extracting several items and tools.
With a mix of interest and concern, Anna watched him revealing a small
Bunsen-burner and attached can of gas, pliers of some sorts with two small metal
rings fit at the tips, a spray-can, a small bottle with a watery liquid, matches
and a pin with a very sharp tip.


Especially that last item made the young woman shiver in her bonds. The function
of most of the tools remained mysterious for the moment. But regarding the
perforated pliers and the pin, it wasn't all that hard to put two and two
together. Anna's stomach suddenly didn't feel all that great.

The Irishman meanwhile arranged it all on the desk, next to the jewel case, did
an internal inventory check, and then scratched his beard with a pensive look in
his eyes.

"Maybe it's better and more interesting if we move you towards the mirror," he
addressed the Russian. "So you can closely watch everything with your own eyes.
After all, our philosophy is one of openness."

He grinned and took one of the guards by the arm.

"And you, you will be my assistant."

The guard seemed to hesitate and looked questioningly at Rashid, who was still
watching proceedings, from a distance, with interest. As his foreman nodded in
agreement, the servant made himself available to Tarek.

"Just roll the Wheel a bit closer to the desk, if you want. And stand behind our
guest, because I'll need your help again real soon!"

The assistant needed Rashid to translate the part of the instructions
that wasn't illustrated sufficiently by Tarek's gesticulations. But as
everything became clear, the muscled black man released the brakes and pushed
Anna's Wheel to within two to three meters from the desk, with the mirror on the
wall behind it. For the first time, she could personally admire her
semi-permanent body art. Professionally done, she would admit when asked, but
not really her cup of tea to be honest.

All the while Tarek was carrying out further preparations; he opened the Bunsen
burner and held a match to it. As the burner ignited with its characteristical
sound, Anna almost jumped out of her Wheel!

"Haha... Relax, sweetheart, relax...; we're not here to burn brand you,
if that's your concern."

Tarek took the pliers-like tool and held the metal rings at the end, in
the flame.

"This is just to kill those nasty little bacteria; you're infection-free and we
want to keep it that way! Prince Uday values his personal hygiene and health."

"T-thanks for your concern, Neanderth- "

At the very last moment, Anna swallowed her insult. It cost her some
effort, since the idea that her health was only INdirectly of any importance,
was downright repulsive. But swallowing looked safer at the moment
than offending and provoking a brute who had several tools at his disposal
to seriously damage her.

"What did you say?" Tarek asked.

Not entirely by accident, he held the white-hot rings on the pliers dangerously
close to the Russian.

"No-nothing, " Anna stumbled while her face paled noticeably.

"OK, no offence, " Tarek replied. He sure loved to trifle a bit with
his subjects!

He redirected the pliers to the bottle, which contained sterilized water, and
put the ends into it to cool them down. Anna uttered an audible sigh of relief
as she heard the safe sizzle. Whatever the pliers would be used for, room
temperature was to be preferred. The blacksmith left them in the bottle, and
repeated the disinfecting procedure with the sharp pin.

"I think we're about ready now, " Tarek smiled. "What about you?"

Anna had decided to not grant them any response anymore, so no words came over
her lips this time.

"Nothing to add? Very well... Let's begin, then. We'll make something nice of
it, something the Prince can be proud of!"

He walked around the Wheel and demonstrated to the guard who would assist him,
what he was expected to do.

"I need our young lady to keep perfectly still, but she's not going to do that
by herself. So, on my command, I need you to stabilize her, like this." Tarek
grabbed Anna's ass; "Just hold her ass-cheeks and push forward; got that?"

The guard nodded and took his position. His huge hands clamped around
the athlete's firm peaches, and already he could feel every muscle in
there tense up. Tarek was probably bang-on that she wasn't going to keep
perfectly still without ass-istance!

Meanwhile the blacksmith had taken the pliers in his left hand and the pin in
the other, and crouched in front of his 'patient' again.

"Let's go fishing," he smiled at Anna, and slowly approached her
exposed privates with the pliers.

As expected, Anna tried to curve her body to maximize the distance between her
vulnerable crotch and the new threat. Even if she would have wanted
to cooperate, in the idea to get done with the inevitable as soon as possible, a
basic self-protection reflex of her body would have taken over anyway.

But as ordered, the guard immediately robbed Anna from her last degree
of freedom in the Wheel, and pushed her under body forward. The muscled
black man was much stronger than her back, and needed almost no effort.
And because of the mechanics of the whole move, Tarek's work terrain got
exposed optimally: Anna's privates spread open like a ripe melon in front of
him.

"Nnggggghhh...," the Russian gritted her teeth in frustration as the
guard easily overpowered her attempts to resist.

"That's more like it... A little closer still.. Just a little more.. STOP!" the
blacksmith instructed. "So here we have the little fellow... And HOP!"

- SNAP -

With great precision and force, the blacksmith clamped Anna's clit with
the pliers.

"Nooo-aaaawww!!"

"Just a couple more seconds, darling; the less you move, the sooner
this unfortunately unpleasant phase will be history."

"Grrrr... Get done with it already, bastard!" Anna spat, fired on by the sudden
adrenalin shot.

Her personal piercer inspected closely to make sure that it was done the right
way; the rings had to be located correctly so the perforation with the pin would
not tear anything, or damage important nerves. The pliers also shouldn't slip
off; not entirely out of the question, because even with the guard holding her
tightly, there was guaranteed to be some twitching at the 'moment suprËme',
Tarek knew.

As a final test, he increased the pressure a little more and repeatedly pulled
on the pliers.

"Who's the latex girl? Haha..."

Anna's face distorted into an ugly mask as her clit was stretched out a couple
of times, a couple of centimetres. A girl's flesh can take almost anything,
indeed.

"We're almost there now," Tarek commented to the Russian who had closed her eyes
by now. He moved the sharp pin ever closer, aiming for the small rings at the
end of the pliers.


"3...2...1... "


The next moment, an ear-deafening scream resounded through the corridors
of Al-Qae-Traz.


- Sharapova dethroned at last -





(7) "PRIVATE CONSULT FROM A PASHA"

Another day had passed, and all was NOT going well on the Middle-Eastern front.
At least not from the point of view of Anna Kournikova. We find our heroine
securely attached to the Wheel again, the Golden Horseshoe sparkling between her
thighs, peeping from between her slightly blood-engorged lips. Tarek had done a
magnificent ringing-job indeed, with few to none complications.

It had stung somewhat, but in retrospect Anna had to admit that it had
been nothing even close to warrant her subsequent death scream. In the
first place, the build-up of stress and the whole IDEA of the operation had to
be blamed for that.

After the Russian had 'received' her intimate jewel, the men had taken her from
the Wheel and kept her hands tied behind her back. "Precaution
against infections," Tarek had explained. It was better "not to masturbate
just yet." It didn't make a lot of sense to Anna at first. She saw it as
just another excuse to merely make life more difficult for her. After all,
that's what these men seemed best at. But that would soon change... The
initial throbbing ache had remained bearable throughout, but it had
slowly transformed into a maddening itch that was far more difficult to
handle! Especially without hands. Anna would have given ANYTHING to scratch
down there.

In the end she had rubbed herself against the edge of the desk in her room to
get some relief. A pretty embarrassing situation... Even more shocking was that,
in pure desperation, Anna had found herself lusting after something like a hard
pumping dick. No matter how hard she had tried to wipe those thoughts out of her
girl brain. Absolutely ANYTHING would seemingly do to get rid of the unbearable
irritation.

Anyway, despite much pleading her hands had remained tied up the rest of that
day. But that didn't mean that she had been left helpless and all on her own!
When it came to maintenance, she had absolutely no reason to complain: another
burka had come by to spoon-feed her another extremely spicy meal. After the
meal, she had even been bathed by a couple of them. Ok, so being hung up by her
tied hands onto the ceiling of a shower cell was not her own idea of 'bathing'.
But clean she was, and not a single square centimetre of her body had been
skipped. Not 'just' every square centimetre of her body had received the
attention it deserved. But, well, every square centimetre that was reachable
without the use of tools. And as she could witness, it was really remarkable how
deep old ladies' fingers could actually reach! Even after all that scrubbing,
her body paint had remained intact, though. Rashid hadn't exaggerated one bit
about its sustainability. Anna started to wonder how long it would take her to
get back her famous unblemished skin. One of the many god-given features that
had made her a lot of money already. Some of her endorsement contracts actually
depended on it, and it would be unrealistic to cover her entire body with
heat-packs to hide it. That trick was not really an option. Not this time.

After the thorough washing, the burkas had been considerate enough to apply a
disinfecting cream to her battered pussy, and again before she was put in bed.
Being well-fed, clean and disinfected; what more could she possibly ask?

"Would I even have a case against them in court???" She clearly hadn't lost her
sarcasm...


Thanks to her total exhaustion, Anna had actually had a pretty good night's 
rest, even with her hands tied to the bedposts. She slept through the morning,
and only woke up when two servants came in to remove her bonds. Although her
hands were free, there was no time to scratch. Well, there actually WAS enough
time, strictly speaking. But the Russian didn't really feel like it, in the
presence of these men. She was slowly getting used to her permanent state of
public nudity, but openly manipulating her intimate anatomy was still something
different. And they didn't grant her the necessary moments of privacy, since
after stretching her limbs a bit, it was straight back into her Wheel again!
Anna surprised herself with her obedience; it all went pretty smoothly, just
like Rashid would have liked it. Just a couple of days ago, this was
unthinkable! The first cracks in her resistance?

After securing her and a carrying out a quick check, the two
incommunicative guards left the girl alone.


Now that her emotional and physical rollercoaster ride came to a temporary stop,
the Russian had some time again to think her situation over. It didn't look all
that great, she had to admit. The message which she had (hopefully) managed to
post on her web forums, was just about the only thing that kept her flame
burning somewhat. Only, she hadn't had the opportunity yet to sit down at the
computer again to check out the outcome! No matter whether her outcry would be
successful or not, she was starting to face the possibility that she wouldn't
escape - completely - from the new 'duties' assigned to her. The famous blonde
had by now almost mentally accepted at least one 'companionship' with this so
called 'Prince of the Deserts'. Since it was scheduled within less than two
days, it started to look pretty unavoidable. How bad could it be, anyway? It was
not like she hadn't been fucked before. It also wasn't - by any stretch - the
first time that she would be copulated by total strangers, or even the first
time that she would get in contact with Arabian seed (more about that, soon).
About the only *really* unpleasant aspect she could come up with, was that she
would not be calling the shots. And even THAT wouldn't be the first time,
either. Another experience she had come out of alive and well. [Note from the
author: read 'A perfect match' for more details]

Slowly she had thus settled for plan B: perhaps she was going to sit through it
for some days, letting herself paw and defile a bit more by those
turban troglodytes, after which the Special Forces would enter and gloriously
set her free on prime-time television. She would then kick Rashid in the nuts
in front of a live audience of millions. Revenge can be sweet. Now - that
- would give a tremendous BANG, and boost her fame considerably on top
of everything! With some mental gymnastics, she would possibly even be able
to make herself enjoy some wild sex in the mean time. Although it would
be easier if she were British; then she would just have to close her eyes
and think of England to get done with it...

England, where her favourite tournament was held, in Wimbledon, she
dreamed away.

All in all, the anticipated sexual activity was actually not her
primary concern. A bigger question mark was the last item she had read on her
'road plan to companionship': the 'Purrification', or was it 'Purification'?
Not that the term itself indicated anything particularly unpleasant. But
the same could be said about the 'Decoration', and that hadn't turned out to
be Anna's favourite pastime. The Russian had learned to distrust any
obscurely named activity organized in this institute of perversion.

That, and the uncertainty about her 'term' at Uday's. If only she knew for sure
that it would merely be for a couple of weeks, she would sit through it. Then
again, Anna was too much aware of her own outright hotness, to believe that she
would be dumped after such a short period already. And pretending to be a poor
performer had already been covered by that terrible pasha as a far too
transparent and obvious tactic. No, if there was a way out, it was not to be
found in that corner.

She possibly had one more string on her bow: she could attempt to deploy all her
charms, to bribe herself out. Not exactly the best way to avoid sexual abuse,
but maybe she could at least limit it and concentrate it over a shorter period.
And from experience she knew how to play this game. It was known territory for
the Russian blonde.

	"If you help me out, I promise I will suck you dry."

	"We can have some fun together; you can get me, if you do me a
little favour."

	"I'll participate in your gangbang if you untie me and show me the
way out."

Anna started practicing different get-out lines.

Problem was: apart from Rashid and Tarek, all the men in this nuthouse seemed to
be either chronically uninterested thus far, and/or so primitive and ignorant of
English that negotiating was out of the question. The first group treated her
without even the most basic respect and even touched her against her will, but
acted as if they merely did their duty. There was no underlying desire to take
advantage of her vulnerability or to humiliate her. (as mentioned before, Anna
had also been a little bit surprised and even insulted by that lack of interest;
deep down she expected to be more desirable...) On the other hand, some of the
half-apes looked like they would fuck girls straight into hospital without even
raising an eyebrow. Rashid may have been a total creep, but in a way Anna was
glad that this clearly professional man was around when the primitive brutes
played a part in her drama. At least he seemed to have them under control.
Admittedly, that was the *only* positive thing she could say about that
Taliban-turd.

All this brain activity didn't change a thing about her precarious situation.
But at least thinking through different scenarios gave her SOME illusion of
control. Much needed control in an adventure in which she had been effectively
reduced to a passive object thus far. Hopefully, that phase was past her from
now on...


The sound of footsteps in the hallway, apparently one person, put an end
to Anna's private musings. Company was on its way once again...


Anxiously she focussed her stare on the door. Whoever was going to enter,
it probably wouldn't be someone with whom she would voluntarily spend
private time. What made her feel even more worried than usual, was that it had
to be one of these men all on his own. Up until now, they had always
approached her in a group, and her intuition had sensed that there was some sort
of social control at work that had prevented the worst. Without that
peer pressure to walk between the lines, she was fair game.

The footsteps stopped at the door. Agonizingly slow, and producing
an appropriate creepy sound, it opened and revealed Anna's visitor...

It was Rashid's sinister silhouette that appeared out of the darkness. He closed
the door behind him, and calmly walked towards the Wheel.

Anna tensed up. From one moment to the other, a cold came over her naked body as
if his presence made this hell freeze over. Despite his value in handling the
half-apes, the obnoxious pasha was definitely the one she favoured least. There
was something about this man that repulsed Anna like she had never before
experienced. Not even Shaq's buddy, fat Wilson, came close. He looked dirty, and
downright evil. In his heavy long robe, and big turban, he easily could have
modelled for the 'bad sorcerer' in one of those Aladdin Disney movies.

Not that Tarek, just to name another member of her 'staff', was the type of guy
she'd date. But somehow he did have his charm and authenticity, sincerity if you
want. He was definitely a brute, but you knew what you got. And from time to
time, she liked it rough.

It was different with this gent. As far as Anna was concerned, he was
pure viciousness with a thin sauce of false decency poured over it. Each time
he came close to her, every square centimetre of her flawless skin tried
to crawl away. Every muscle in her body would fight to get her out. It was
no different this time. Love was not in the air tonight, that much was for sure!

The pasha didn't say a word and just stood there staring at Anna from a couple
of metres distance, in his usual position with crossed arms and hands covered in
his sleeves. The eerie silence continued for an awfully long moment, only
slightly disturbed by the tennis-teen's nervous breathing, while the two
protagonists observed each other.

Then Rashid casually stepped closer. As his swinging heavy gown came to a stop,
the resulting breeze created goose bumps all over Anna's body. He stopped within
an arm's distance of the spread-eagled blonde and ostentatively checked her out
from top to toe. Even though he didn't touch her (yet?), his stare was already
enough to make Anna feel highly uncomfortable. The Russian could feel how his
eyes scanned her frame, taking their time and devoting extra attention to the
most 'interesting' features. She generally didn't mind being looked at. She even
didn't mind much being looked at *this way*. But not while being totally exposed
and unable to defend herself!

The abducted star nevertheless did her best to present herself as strong
and confident as possible under the given circumstances. She proudly raised
her head and faced her opponent. She was determined not to let go without
a fight, even though her situation looked more critical than ever. The fact that
Rashid, apparently the architect behind all her abuse, gave her the opportunity
to regroup herself somewhat, made her very suspicious, though. Did he have some
nasty surprise up his sleeves?

The 'creep', as she called him by now, mumbled approving to himself,
then swiftly moved behind Anna. Something the girl didn't like one bit!
Her facade of confidence was her only weapon, and now he walked around
it. Desperately she tried to keep him within her field of vision by turning
her head first to the right, then to the left... Rashid was well aware of
the effects that an invisible threat had on the girls. He couldn't suppress
a nasty little smile when he noticed how his captive lost her cool completely as
soon as she lost visual contact. He really savoured these moments of privacy
with the inmates. Anna, from her side, had more and more trouble to keep her
mouth shut. But she reminded herself that it was a psychological battle and
gritted her teeth. She had to be strong, but couldn't hide her agitated
breathing. It still was the only sound to disturb the uncomfortable quietness.

Things got *really* tense next, when she literally felt Rashid's rapid breathing
in her neck. She closed her eyes and tried to remember a prayer from grade
school. But all that happened was that the man took her ponytails, which were
hanging in front, and arranged them over her back. Probably to improve his view
on her front? He also superficially checked her Velcro-strips. When he was
convinced that his team had done their job, he stepped back in front again to
face his one-girl audience.

It felt as a small psychological victory to Anna when he was the first of them
to break the silence:


"Miss Kournikova," he started, "I have to compliment His Highness; that sucker
may be a dumb moron, but he sure has a good eye! You truly are an excellent
piece of fuck-ware indeed. I rarely get poetic, but right now what comes to mind
is that you must be nature's gift to the sex-hungry male. You're the perfect
lovemaking machine."

Anna's entire face illustrated shock.

No matter how obvious it had been to her, for quite some time already, that this
was turning into a case of prolonged sexual abuse, the words still hit her hard.
But within half a second, her astonishment was blasted away by
an all-overshadowing rage.

"Don't talk to me like that, you sad camel-rider," she spat. "You, and
your mentally retarded Prince, can go fuck yourselves in the dunes,
assholes! Fucking stupid nomads! Desert pigs!"

NEVER had she been addressed in such a humiliating, male chauvinist pig, way.
All wound up after minutes of silence, she let it all out.

"As soon as I get out, I'll book you two a nice tiny cellar in a super-max where
you can quietly rot away, bastards! That's where your sort belongs."

Rashid let the shower blow over. He frowned and looked serious.

"Sand scorpions! Retarded piles of rat shit!"

"That is definitely NOT where my name comes from," he calmly reposted.

"Crawl back deep into your hole, filthy maggot."

"I will, I will..." the pasha chuckled. "But allow me to find out first, then,
which of your holes I'd like to make mine." He was clever, all right!

Anna did not even listen and raged on, but the man walked right through
her avalanche of abuses. His hands appeared (Anna would soon wish that she
had never joked to herself about how his arms seemed glued together under
those sleeves), and as casually as if he was checking out some gropes at
the market, they cupped the famous tennis player's well-proportioned breasts.

Astonished, the Russian lost her breath for a second. Then her face became an
even darker shade of red than it already was, and she became even more vocal and
louder than before.

"Middle-Eastern sex-maniac! Table-cloth terrorist! STOP THAT!"

"That's not very lady-like language, sweetheart."

Rashid's raw hands massaged and molded the two attractive golden mounds, tanned
under the warm Florida sun. Judging their firmness and enticing the dark pink
nipples.

"Keep your dirty hands in those sleeves, you...you... SHITFACE!"

All on their own initiative (and much against their owner's wish), the sensitive
nubs proudly rectified themselves under Rashidís teasing manipulations. He
lightly rubbed his thumbs over their tip, sending electrical jolts through
Anna's chest and periodically interrupting her furious vocal outbreaks.

"Now aren't these two cute mammaries... I'm sure Prince Uday will enjoy
his titty-fucks. You don't get to wiggle your dick between such perfect
cushions every day."

"Cushions? CUSHIONS??? Show some respect, you flopped Persian carpet haggler!"

Anna broke into her complete arsenal of vocal threats. Every cell in her body
understood that it wouldn't get her anywhere. But it was all she had, and at
least being seething helped her through these moments of utter helplessness. If
her threats and booming had any effect on Rashid's fondling though, it was that
they made it more enjoyable for him. His heart rate accelerated in excitement as
his fingers felt Anna's anger and despair resonate through the body beneath
them.

"You better pray I don't get out of this machine, measly Muslim macho, or I will
serve your balls!"

Admittedly though, his ears did start to hurt under the continued
acoustic battering by now; so he decided this helpless sex-puppet's rear
deserved some closer attention next, and walked around her once more.

"Don't hide like an Osama-wannabe, Jordan Jerk. Face me, COWARD!"

Anna kept firing her insults at him until she couldn't possibly turn her head
any further. Standing safely behind her, Rashid admired her fairly muscled arms
and shoulders. He slowly traced their tanned skin with his hands, pinched her
biceps and then proceeded by cupping her tits again. The pervert enjoyed her
moans when he firmly squeezed them. He planted some wet kisses in her neck and
chuckled to himself; it was hard to decide what he 
liked most about all this: the exciting touch of her totally available flesh,
the unwanted invasion into her intimacy or her soft moans replacing that
annoying tirade. He sniffed the young Russian's delicious scent and tasted it
with his lips. What an incredible turn-on! Would he...?"

"OUCH!"

Anna screamed in pain as Rashid dug his teeth into her neck.

"Lousy cannibal! What do you think I am? A sausage or what? Animal!"

The pervert hadn't been able to contain himself. He just HAD to take
a love-bite! Rashid licked the bite-mark on her soft tanned flesh and
savoured the full-bodied girl taste. He couldn't possibly have chosen a better
way to freak her out... He traced his lips with his tongue, and with a long sigh
of desire he continued to the next stage. Slowly he guided his hands over
his captive's flanks, starting from her armpits, down to her strong hips.

"Firm and tout," he whispered admiring, "yet with flawless skin, soft to
the touch..."

He continued further down by bending through his knees, skipped her
much heralded bum for the time being, and stroked the smooth back of her
long shapely legs. They represented the perfect combination of slenderness
and strength.

The fluttering touches of the pasha's hands, especially on the inside of
her upper legs, tickled the Russian; talking about a confusing sensation!
The idea that he could look right into her secret place, from down
there, definitely helped to suppress an embarrassing laugh, though.

Rashid raised again. At last he diverted his attention to her famous
round behind, dropping his hands to explore the two beautiful firm
apple-shaped cheeks. His pulling and molding was rather 'virile' to put it
mildly!

"Ooow! Ouch! You're hurting me, idiot! Stop that NOW," Anna protested. It was
almost as if he was trying to tear off some lumps of flesh!

Not entirely unexpectedly, Rashid had no ears for her complaining and
kept squeezing and grabbing enthusiastically. He enjoyed the close
physical contact and the direct communication between their bodies, skipping
Anna's will... His fingers dug deep into her light-brown tanned skin,
leaving reddish strokes on it and letting it ripple in waves over her back
and bottom.

"Your body was created to be touched and fondled, sweetheart," he teased her.
"'Give to Man what belongs to Man', hahaha."

"Bastard!" was all Anna had to defend. She was starting to repeat herself.

"Why are you terrible people doing this to me? Why this tennis teen terrorism?
Is it to compensate for a microscopic dick?"

"You simply meet Uday's fuckability criteria, dear. I'm afraid there isn't much
deeper meaning to it, haha."

The molding and rolling hands stopped for a second, then Rashid lifted
her nicely rounded bum-cheeks up, and let them bounce a few times to judge
their firmness.

"Soooo tight," he blew into Anna's cute, elf-like ear, while he tightly pressed
against her back.

He looked down over her shoulder. Down there, between Anna's legs,
an interesting show was running: the top cover of the big box that was
mounted on the Wheel was highly polished, and provided an almost perfect
reflection of her crotch that was hovering above it. Totally excited, the pasha
clamped his hands onto the inside of her upper legs on both sides of her pussy,
and rhythmically stretched out the skin. It was an absolutely lovely sight
to watch her beautiful bald slit open and close, open and close, open
and close... Short fragments of pure delight, literally mouth-watering
indeed. As illustrated by the saliva that started leaking out of his mouth onto
the Russian's chest. And in her back she could feel him develop an
enormous erection under his gown. Yes, it undoubtedly was a real test of
character for the horny man to hold back from burying it up to the hilt into
this exquisite cunt, here and now.

Anna was disgusted, and silently prepared for penetration...

Still holding the orbs in his hands, Rashid placed his lips against the young
woman's ears again and whispered: "Excellent, just excellent... Rashid's
preliminary conclusion is that you have one sweeeeet ass, young lady. Tight, yet
fully shaped. Not a trace of saggy-ness," he continued. "Feels absolutely great
under the grab; but as a stress-ball you're utterly worthless, if you allow me
the expression. Squeezing them with my hands makes me all tense down there
instead, hahaha," he referred to his throbbing cock.

"You're a well-trained athlete. That will come in handy for the new 'sport' that
you will be active in. And I'm sure the Prince will appreciate your cushion for
his pushing."

A short and powerful "FUCK YOU!" came his way.

"Maybe I'll fuck myself ON you one of these days, baby," he turned the
jeer around. "I think you would do just fine as Rashid's little cum-container."

It was not the career Anna envisioned for herself...

"You don't have the BALLS!" she shouted, keeping up the vocal tennis.

"You're quite mistaken there," he replied with a sarcastic smile. "It would be
wrong to generalize. Not everybody is treated equal here, haha."

Still Anna's ordeal wasn't over yet: Rashid's hand landed on her tummy.
His touch made her belly tremble as she felt the warm contact points of
his fingers wander around over it. She shivered slightly, and the
occasional small golden hair on her body stood upright when he slowly circled
her big round bellybutton with his index finger. His hand palm now started
making ever widening circles on her tummy, getting closer to her 'special
spot' with each round. Anna started panting; this most definitely was some sort
of countdown to something very unpleasant! Each time his hand was pointing 6
'o clock, she kept her breath for a couple of seconds. She had to do something!

"Li-listen," she changed her tone. "I know you want me. You want me badly. Maybe
I can arrange something if you help me get out? We could spend some quality time
together, and I could keep you out of jail, also."

"Hahahaa," Rashid sniggered. "Remarkable how long it took you to decide
to mobilize your female charms. Highly predictable that it would get to
that stage, though."

Anna didn't like that reaction. Was he a couple of steps ahead of her, again?

"As if I need your cooperation to get what I want. Frankly, my dear, I
don't give a damn. On paper, the Prince is calling the shots here. But
realize that I'm running day-to-day business here, so if Rashid wants
something really badly, he'll get it anyway. Cooperation from the guests is
purely optional. Just give me a couple more minutes, and you'll agree."

- KNOCK KNOCK -

The pasha wanted to continue his exploration of her young body (there was
so much more to see and feel!), when someone knocked on the door.
Visibly annoyed, he had to stop his violations. He silently cursed.

"I'm so sorry that we have to stop our short session of pleasure right here; but
I'm afraid our friend Quam would not be pleased if he found you 'detonated'
already. I'll leave you in his capable hands now. Don't be too disappointed,
though. I'm sure we'll be close again, rather soon than late!"

The hands went back into the robe, and while he created some more
distance between himself and the tennis star again, he shouted the new visitor
to enter.




(8)"A PRINCE'S PASSION FOR PURITY"


Entered 'Quam.'

Anna had already met a diverse supporting cast thus far, but still
Quam's appearance surprised her. He was not quite as strong-looking as most of
the others. In fact, Anna caught herself thinking that he almost had
female features. He was of slender build, about as tall as her, and had a
somewhat Indian look about him, with his dark brown skin and raven-black hair
and eyes. Especially his hands were the exact opposite of Tarek's: his
fingers were long and looked frail and feminine. Just like so many of the
other people she had interacted with at Al-Qae-Traz, Quam apparently also
carried tools with him. He was holding an artfully decorated wooden case.
The Russian had no doubt that the fragile man and his tools had something to
do with the mysterious 'Purification'. What exactly, she would no doubt
soon find out, she figured.

Immediately after entering and greeting Rashid, the servant placed his equipment
on Anna's desk and started unpacking. Since the Wheel was oriented away from the
desk, she couldn't watch proceedings and was left in the dark for the moment as
to what exactly was coming up.

Maybe it was better that way...

One thing was for sure, though: for one reason or the other, Anna suddenly had
become increasingly aware again of the presence of the Harem Jewel. It had
started to itch more firmly. Was this some sort of precognition?

Meanwhile, Rashid had turned on the computer and, judging by the sounds behind
her, he was making a printout. He never failed to surprise her... She wouldn't
have associated his antiquated appearance with the capacity to use modern
technology. Were they maybe all just dressed up for the occasion, as an extra
show-element, and decent current-day citizens in real life?


"Huh!!"

Anna startled as Rashid, from behind her, unexpectedly waved a printed page in
front of her nose.

He grinned at her sudden jump in the bonds.

"I was thinking our guest might be interested in this update. I'm sure you were
dying to know the current status."

As he moved the paper slightly further away, Anna was able to focus her eyes. It
was a printout of the Kournikova forum. More specifically of the thread she had
started with her 'rescue me' message. Rashid didn't grant her nearly enough time
to take it all in, but the couple of passages she picked up were far from
uplifting. "Funny, real funny.. Don't let the door hit you on the way out!",
"Please admin... ban this idiot." The 'locked' symbol and final message by the
admin that the thread was closed were the icing on Rashid's demoralisation-cake.
The Russian hung a little deeper in her restraints...

"It was a good try, I admit. You're a smart little thing. But good is
not enough, haha. We would have intervened if necessary, anyway."

Anna was not amused, and closer to depression than ever.

"Come to think of it... What about this reply: 'Anna never reads this
forum, moron!' One would get the strong impression that you neglected your fans
a bit, lately. The poor kids are nowhere near as close to you as they used
to be, are they? Although I guess 'kids' is not the best way to address
them. After all, you seem to appeal to everybody, from age seven to 77 and
beyond. Drooling daddies, lascivious ladies, gross grannies, jerking
juveniles... I'm sure they're all longing for some coitus uninterruptus with
their wet dream dolly. I understand you can't service them all at once, but
maybe they'll get a chance later on when they queue up? Not the next couple
of months, though," he grinned.

Mentally undermined as she currently was, the Russian remained unusually silent
for her temperament.

"Right, let's get back to business then," Rashid changed subject. He sensed that
he had squeezed maximum enjoyment out of this particular little surprise.

"I have to remind you that this is the final day before your hand-over, so it is
time to finalize your cleansing; a Prince doesn't tolerate the smallest of
impurities."

"W-w-what? WHAT did you say?"

Instantly the fickle teen awakened out of her lethargy. What the fuck was that
retarded ape talking about? "Finalize her cleansing?" Anna had been practically
turned inside-out by the burkas, perfumed until there was barely oxygen left in
the same room. Right now, she was probably the most immaculate girl in the
world. Did this damn Prince have some kind of hosophobia?

"Ah! So you ARE awake after all?" Rashid chuckled. "I almost thought you fell
asleep!"

Anna returned him a hateful glance.

It was good to see that this teen cockteaser was a fighter who didn't give in
easily, he thought. After a blow, she was likely to flare up again for some more
fun! Those were his favourites.

"I know what you think, and your confusion is understandable. Please allow me
then, to explain a couple of things you might want to know."

Anna had indeed lots of questions left, but didn't exactly feel in the
right mood for another lecture by Rashid. Which didn't bother him in the least,
so he continued:

"It was the great Khalum of the first Prince, who declared 375 years ago: 'The
best way to clean a girl, is to make her clean herself'. Yes, he was a very wise
man indeed for his era. But what did he mean exactly with those words of
wisdom?"

Rashid paused, as if he expected Anna to think about it, or at least have a go
at a quick guess. When she didn't give any sign of opening her mouth to answer,
he went on:

"I will tell you; even back then, hundreds of years ago, he understood that the
only way to purify a girl's treasures from filthy stranger sperm and cum, would
have to work in the other direction. If you just rub, poke, scrape and rinse
out, you will clean to a certain degree. But at the same time some of the more
persistent impure stuff will actually settle itself even *deeper* into the
female anatomy."

Now Rashid was receiving some response from the soon-to-be-cleaned girl; he was
satisfied to notice the start of disgust on her face. But there was
also something else: recognition? Whatever, she was paying attention indeed!

"I'm sure a cum-magnet like you is all too familiar with that problem,
isn't it?" he added mysteriously, playing into the signals he received. "Yes,
even today these are very current issues, hahaha..."

Was the vile man just joking around, or did he know more? Or maybe he was just
extrapolating the intelligence information they had gathered about her through
the years?

"Yes, yes... I think we're on to something here, aren't we?"

Fact was, it was indeed not that long ago that the tennis teen had participated
in intercourse, with all the associated mess. The very morning of her abduction,
she had said goodbye to the local population the way she had done so often
before: by seducing one (or more) of them. It was the usual routine: noticing
the desire-filled stare in the eyes of two ball boys during a training, she got
that sexual feeling over her again. And when she was in 'that mood', she often
chose to indulge in it. Even more so when it gave her the opportunity to 'get to
know' a different culture or race. The oldest was called 'Yussuf', she
remembered. The younger listened to the name Brahim. They hadn't exactly
'resisted' her attempts to win them over. Because she barely had time for a
quickie, Brahim had to be content with a blowjob while his buddy fucked her. But
even in that short time, the two had dumped quite a bit of cum into her. Yes,
she *was* familiar with the problem.

"The Khalum's answer to this interesting problem was inventive
and ground-breaking, " Rashid interrupted her musings. "The idea was to use
a girl's own natural fluids, to flush her cunt. Brilliant concept, and
an example of out-of-the-box thinking only comparable to Einstein's
new understanding of gravity!"

Anna's face looked unhappier and more shocked by the second. Rashid was doing
again what he did best: insulting girls to the core.

"Now, mind you, this is not quite as simple as it sounds. In fact, the
great first Khalum did not even live long enough to see his concept
successfully at work. It was only after several more decades that the whole
technique was fully optimized for practical use. The main problems to solve were
the limited self-production of girl-cum in most females, and control over
its release. Both issues are of course also related to the state of arousal,
or *lack* of arousal, of the female subject. Since, as a general rule, they
are not very willing participants, it is not an easy task to get them
aroused, and *keep* them sufficiently aroused to produce the required amount of
body fluid."

Anna's eyes were growing wider all the time, and sometimes it looked as if she
finally was going to say a few words about her opinion in this matter. Whatever
was on her mind, remained stuck for the moment, though.

"The first important hurdles were taken with the development and fine-tuning of
the enhanced lubrication. If you will feel all physically aroused soon, even
against your will, then it will be thanks to hundreds of tweaks and experiments
on previous concubines. Experiments that weren't entirely without danger. We
carry the unfortunate victims within our hearts, but today all is perfectly
safe, also thanks to their sacrifice."

"You mean you... they...?" Anna stumbled.

"Sadly, they were no longer useful for the Harem and had to be released into the
public again, " Rashid expanded. "But in many cases their later daughters
compensated for the sad loss!"

It was an answer that somewhat comforted Anna, but immediately afterwards she
felt nothing but disgust again.

"That as far as the lube is concerned, for now. I will provide more
detailed information about it at the appropriate time. The other secret
component, the sacred 'Ndai Ohlung' (='Purifier'), will now be presented by our
friend here, Quam, who is the Master Cleaner of His Highness' harem."

The Indian servant had used Rashid's informative intermezzo to
prepare everything, and now made a step forward. He held the mysterious
'Ndai Ohlung' in front of him as if he was presenting a Samurai sword to
his master. As far as Anna could see, it was a tube about 30cm long, and
some 7-10cm around at average. It came in a beige satin suite with
strange, Arabic-looking signs on it.

Her mind was alternating between curiosity and concern when she watched how the
'Purifier' was deployed. As Quam unpacked it, a short hilt, coated with leather,
appeared. The tube itself looked like polished ivory and had numerous tiny holes
in it. It also was not straight, but had (intentional) bulges and bumps. The
overall shape did not leave much to the imagination and gave Anna a pretty good
idea already of how it was supposed to be used...

As if Rashid was reading Anna's inquiring mind, he continued providing
the necessary 'background information' to the rest of the ceremony. Maybe
even more fun than actually taking a more active part!

"The ivory Purifier was also there right from the beginning, be it in a slightly
different form. The choice for ivory was mostly in essence symbolic, referring
to the power of its original bearer, the mighty elephant. Since its hardness and
workability are outstanding to begin with, there was no technological reason to
change to another material over the years. In fact, Quam will use the same
Purifier on you that has seen the insides of all your thousands of
predecessors."

The Russian should have felt honoured perhaps, to take part in such
a long-standing tradition, but felt quite miserable instead...

"The sacred inscriptions on the sheath have been written down by the Khalum of
the first Sheik, 375 years ago! Consider them as a sort of magic spells that
give the tool extra purifying power. But nowadays, we want to be on the safe
side, and a few years ago already the 'Ndai Ohlung' has been modified with
modern technology to perform optimally."

The young woman became increasingly worried when she watched Quam fit a little
box and a small reservoir to the back and bottom of the Purifyer. A couple of
wires came out of the box, and they had the same colour as the connectors on the
big box that was mounted on her Wheel, between her legs.

Rashid continued: "Basically, the electrically powered unit at the end
is connected to the battery on your Wheel, and used as a mini vacuum cleaner
to create a - mild - vacuum. By the under-pressure inside the tube, every little
drop of semen that has settled itself comfortably between the lovely folds of
your vagina, and deeper, will be sucked away! Then His Highness will have a
truly pure girl to make love to, as tradition requires!"

The evil smile on his mug during these last words was absolutely unbearable...
And contrasted nicely with the horrified expression that had settled itself on
Anna's face, once she fully realised what the tool was meant to do.

The idea that this devilish instrument would soon visit her insides
was horrifying enough in itself. What made it even worse, was the
potential total humiliation if it would turn out that Anna was a copybook case
of the necessity of this tool. And that possibility was all too real! The oral
part of her recent adventure with the two local ball boys probably hadn't
left traces for the N'dai Ohlung, she thought. Unless there were
some undocumented gateways between her digestive and reproductive systems...
On the other hand, she had allowed Yussuf, the older one, to take her
from behind, and she still remembered how his orgasm had been an unusually
long one. So yes, it was a couple of days ago already. But Anna was by no
means sure whether her body had absorbed all of Yussuf's ejaculate by now. Like
a dog holds onto his bitch while mating, he had kept his (rather large)
penis inside her until it had shrunk completely, injecting quite a bit of
his sticky 'stuff' into her. There was no doubt he had delivered his
offerings up to the last drop into her womb. A normal, untrained and looser girl
would probably have leaked small amounts of semen the next couple of days...
But Anna, in all her tightness, had kept it almost all inside. Who knows
what they would find in there. She absolutely hated the idea that these
madmen would delight in being right. It would be extra frustrating to listen
to Rashid's "TOLD YOU SO"'s. No way she would hint them about all this, though!

"You guys are CRAZY! Fucking doctor Mengele-clones! BASTARDS," she
screamed, starting to fight her bonds again. "Keep that evil toy away from me!
You monsters are going to tear me up!!"

Quam seemed completely unaffected by Anna's screaming. Calmly and methodically,
he continued his job while his 'subject' made a scene in the Wheel. He took one
of two leather straps that came with the Purifier and put it around his waist.
It was actually a belt, and it had a hole in it with a metal ring. It was
obvious that the back of the Purifier was to be screwed onto it. As Anna had
suspected right away, the 'Ndai Ohlung' was just an advanced strap-on. No woolly
blabla in the world could change that.

Rashid still continued his educational mission:

"The Purifier is necessary to steer the arousal, and to dispose of the cum and
impurities. But it is useless in the hands, or let's say loins, of a layman.
Only the Master Cleaner has the necessary skill and experience to balance on the
fine line between under- and over stimulation. Only a master in the art can
completely control the arousal of a girl, and maximize pleasure and the
production of purifying vaginal fluids. The rate of girl-cum production should
at all times be higher than the rate of release. That is, until the very last
moment when, to speak in terms understandable for ordinary Americanized Russian
girls like you, the 'cum-gun is fully loaded'. That's when the Big Shot needs to
take place; the powerful ejaculation which thoroughly flushes all the pores. I
can assure you that very few people have the talent to read and manipulate a
girl's arousal to such degree as is required for proper cleaning. Fortunately,
Quam is one of them."

Rashid made a pompous gesture to the assistant, who briefly bowed in response,
before continuing further preparations.

He removed a metal plate (padded with velvet on one side, like all the
foot supports) from its clamps on the side of the Wheel, and screwed it into
a holder behind Anna. It made it impossible to arch her back.

"Quam will now use the second ceremonial belt to secure you."

With a stately gesture, the servant produced another leather strap.
Anna remained remarkably calm and unaffected while he secured one end to
the plate in her back, and then pulled it all around her, securing the other
end to the same pin. With a few powerful pulls, he tightened it up,
rendering her abdomen immobile.

Anna moaned; it generated quite a bit of pressure down there!

"I'm very sorry for any discomfort, but purification can really get a bit rough
so I'm afraid this is necessary," Rashid explained.

It didn't feel really uncomfortable - yet -.

When she saw Quam fit the 'Purifier' onto his belt, and put copious amounts of
the meticulously engineered lube onto it, Anna gulped. She gulped again when he
groped through a bowl with magic lube with his right hand, and came her way...
She considered protesting loudly, but thought the better of it; there was
nothing she could do, and that devil of a Rashid would only enjoy it more if her
humiliation and discomfort were more apparent.

"Think positive, Anna. Think positive!" she was telling herself. "At least they
don't want to tear you up."

It almost worked, but then Quam got into action... His hand dropped between her
spread thighs, and he started by affectionately massaging her intimate flesh
into her pubic bone, careful to avoid over-stimulation via her jewel. Her soft
flesh soon welcomed this agreeable stimulation of her blood circulation with a
sensual swelling. Anna bit her lip, determined to remain silent at all cost. She
would most definitely NOT grant them a forced orgasm!

As soon as the Master Cleaner's sensitive fingers confirmed the puffiness, he
dipped them deeper into her, to methodically apply the lube to her vaginal
walls. Time after time, again and again, he sank his fingers into the Russian's
slit, letting them become engulfed by her embracing labia. Quam clearly knew his
way in and around female genitalia! His touch was thorough, yet at the same time
soft and warm. The Horseshoe jewel jumped up and down in the same steady rhythm.
With every single rub he instigated more firmly into Anna's mind that her body
was no longer only hers, and that he was preparing it for use by a third party.
Did she really no longer control her own body? Had she become a tool of lust, a
life-support system for her most interesting physical features? Every available
piece of evidence indicated that the answer was 'YES!'. Anna couldn't avoid
showing her teeth and hissing frustratingly at the awareness.

"You-you will pay for this, motherfuckers! Nggggr... " she could no
longer resist the urge to repost.

"Such staggering ingratitude..." Rashid picked in. "You should be
thankful, instead. Thankful that we offer you a chance to approach a level of
purity again, which you haven't experienced since your early teens. A purity
that was robbed from you by the likes of Fedorov and a bunch of other ice
hockey players; I bet I'm not far off when I speculate that your cum-free days
over the last six to seven years can easily be counted on the fingers of a
typical carpenter!"

"S-stop talking l-like that! Mpff... "

Anna's cum-free days may indeed have been scarce, but that was none of
their business!

As always, emotional reactions from his subjects didn't seem to make
a difference for Quam, who just continued smearing the substance into
Anna's pussy unaffected. Rashid on the other hand, couldn't suppress an
evil chuckle before he continued:

"You will find this potion, prepared according to its secret ancient
recipe, very interesting. It not only serves as a lubricant, but once it is
partly absorbed by the sheath, it will also help the subject in reaching a state
of supreme arousal. Normally, as common knowledge dictates, only the first
third of your vagina is really sensitive. But due to the stimulating
components, that is expanded considerably after this treatment. If you're one of
the lucky girls, the enhanced awareness will go down all the way into your
baby incubator. With a qualified expert like our friend here behind it, you
will be blessed shortly with a couple of excellent orgasms. You are all set
for some pretty intense couple of minutes, young lady, " he chuckled. "Allow
me to be happy for you."

The long fingers of the servant kept sliding in and out of Anna meanwhile, only
leaving her from time to time to collect some more greasy substance. With each
re-entry, Quam seemed to go deeper, and find new unexplored corners. Thanks to
the enhanced sensitivity, she was able to visualize his internal tour with
millimetre-precision.

"Oh yes, the Harem would make ridiculous amounts of money if we would
market this. Viagra, eat your heart out! Sadly, that idiot of a Prince and
his relatives assign way too much value to tradition. But maybe one day
someone with better leadership capabilities will take over, and give this
Empire back some of the prestige it used to have, who knows?"

Anna was too occupied with the activities between her legs to wonder who this
'someone' could be. She felt deeply violated, as expected. But no matter how
much she wanted to *hate* it, physically the whole experience was actually far
from unpleasant. She bit her lip and couldn't hold back a first soft moan when
the back of Quam's hand 'accidentally' brushed her clit into her Horseshoe.

"Once the potion becomes active, the girl's sanctuary will undergo a pleasant
swelling. We call it (translated loosely), the 'Puffy State'. I have been told
that this goes hand in hand with an ever intensifying internal pressure. Not
unlike the pressure that builds up in a man's balls just before ejaculation!
Only, the 'Puffy' state will last longer, MUCH longer than those measly five
seconds."

And indeed, slowly but steadily, the potion took effect. The longer Quam kept
rubbing it into Anna's private area, the more she became aware of a strange
pressure build-up. Although he was still handling Anna exactly the same as
before, the effects of his rubbing started to become much more intense now. As
her meaty labia slowly absorbed the substance, there also was a gradual
evolution in her reaction to the intimate manipulations. While she had at first
desperately tried to escape from the Master Cleaner's invading hand, she now
instead had to fight a primal urge to push her hips forward to meet his gently
rubbing hand palm. Such was the level of lust that was climbing up between her
thighs. Even though she was strapped to the metal plate in her back, subtle
movements of her under body made Quam aware of the attitude change. She was
falling prey to a subconscious force that cancelled her free will.

"S...sss...ssstop it!! I don't... Hmmm..."

She hated the idea of being forced into an orgasm in front of her captors, but
the way it was *already* feeling down there didn't give her much hope. And
already, she had given up resistance against spontaneous loud moaning.

Quam's deep rubbing exposed Anna's pink inner, by pushing her outer love pillows
aside. They were the first to start tingling. With each manual invasion, they
seemed to become more red as blood rushed towards them and made them swell up.
For the tennis star herself, it started to feel as if they expanded and tried to
burst out of her skin.

The pressure and heightened sensitivity then slowly began to crawl further up
inside her, past her moistened lips. First conquering her inner petals before
continuing deeper. Like a crystallization process, it proceeded until her entire
vaginal area felt like a beating heart. The neat aspect about all this, was that
in reality her pussy actually became more supple and flexible. The feelings of
tension were subjective. The sensual swelling was clearly visible but didn't
tighten her up in a way that would hamper penetration.

And that would come in handy very soon...

The Indian handler still maintained his efforts. He kept poking inside her, and
let his fingers go around in circles a few times to cover up to the last square
millimetre. Every single touch felt like a sensual massage by now, and Anna was
starting to have trouble to keep her mind clear. Her breathing became
increasingly agitated, her heartbeat irregular and fast, her face crimson with
pearls of sweat streaming down her forehead. She could no longer suppress an
unmistaken sexual look in her eyes. It was clear that her body was coming in
heat, even against her own will.

Quam picked up the signal; after a final manual control of the state of
his subject's genitals, he stepped back. Perhaps surprisingly, he didn't
look completely happy (this while in a layman's perception, Anna must have
looked in a highly optimized and fuckable state). He turned to Rashid, and the
two men had a short discussion, after which the handler wiped off his hands
and left the room.

It gave the bound Russian a couple of seconds to recover from the
intense treatment, and line up her thoughts properly. She tried hard to lift
her mind above the primal feelings of lust that flooded it. Soon, she got
that uneasy feeling again. Alone with Rashid once more... Would that vile
pasha use this new opportunity to paint outside the lines of his authority?

It looked very much like it: menacingly he approached her again. This time she
simply didn't have the energy left to fight her bonds, and merely stoical she
awaited her fate, in total vulnerability.

"Quam is such a perfectionist, don't you agree? But then, that's why he became
the Master Cleaner in the first place. You should feel really honoured that the
Prince assigned him to you."

"Wha-what is he up t-to," Anna stammered out.

"Based on his rich experience in the art of Purification, and his eye readings,
he is firmly of the opinion that you will probably not produce sufficient
girl-cum if he proceeds like this, without something extra."

"B-bastards! Stop t-talking about m-me like I'm some c-cow that needs to
be m-milked," Anna hissed, becoming more combative again.

"Hahaha... We don't have cows here, my dear. Camels, on the other hand. Did you
know they can also be a great source of pleasure, just like you? Maybe I'll tell
you a bit more about that local tradition later on. Anyway, Quam told me you
aren't much of a gusher by nature, and additional stimulation is needed. Don't
worry; that can be arranged without problems.

"Not another perverted toy?" Desperation started to sound through Anna's voice.

"You will see, and feel, soon enough. Allow me, again, not to spoil
the surprise. But I am confident Quam will call in whatever means necessary
to squeeze the last drop out of you, hahaha..."

Anna's breath halted; all the time, Rashid had been standing inches from her,
with arms crossed and his hands inside the sleeves of his heavy robe. But now he
freed his right hand, clearly planning to continue where he left off before Quam
interrupted his explorations.

"L-Leave m-me alone!" she stuttered. "The Prince is who I belong to, n-not you!"

Rashid almost choked laughing.

"Haha... the Prince? Allow me to be skeptical about your sudden 'coupe
de foudre', darling. You may be capricious, like all spoiled rich teenagers, but
there are limits."

Once more, the pasha was right on: it was not that she had come to peace already
with the idea of being the Prince's property. It just sounded like a useful
excuse right now, to fence off the most immediate danger she had to deal with.

"And now that we are alone, I'll be blunt: that idiot really isn't worth it. You
should think twice before engaging yourself blindly. He was born out of the
right woman, and that's about it. Without that, I'd rather situate him in a
sheltered workplace instead of a palace, haha... Stupid royal!"

Was the man genuine or did he just enjoy insulting *everybody*, including his
royals?

"When his old man, the sultan, dies, that moron will inherit the throne
and title. And you, in turn, will become a sul-tanned sun-tanned, hahaha.
You, rather than me, to be honest!"

It somewhat disillusioned Anna. She had imagined the Prince as some kind of rude
Rudolph Valentino thus far. Most certainly an old-fashioned man, somewhat evil
and authoritarian maybe. But possibly not too bad looking, and with a mysterious
look in the piercing desert-eyes under his cape. Now the picture in her mind
started to become less favourable... And joking or not, she saw Rashid's air of
loyalty evaporate right in front of her eyes. It made him that fraction more
despicable, if that was possible at all.

"I repeat: that bastard of an Uday has excellent taste, though. You have to give
him that much!" Rashid continued. "Apparently taste does not depend on brain
volume."

His hand moved up and once more he cupped Anna's left breast. It was so hard to
leave them alone; they really asked for it! He started squeezing the supple
flesh, trying to harden her nipple even more than Quam's treatment had managed
indirectly.

"Hands off me, you APE!" she spat at him.

Rashid was not impressed.

"What's the matter? You *really* think only the Prince is worthy to touch you,
eh? Am I not in your class, maybe?"

He certainly wasn't, Anna thought. But maybe it was not the right moment to rub
that further into his face.

"You will have to get used to being touched, sweetheart; whereever we see fit
and whenever we see fit. And until you undergo that without protest, it will
have to happen while you are a little bit 'restricted.' Makes it all a bit
easier, and easier to reach as well. I can already add that we could and WILL be
much closer still. And much sooner than you would expect!"

His hands continued their teasing trip over her naked torso.

"Depending on your performance, that stupid Uday will eventually have enough of
you. Remember the 'cooky'metaphor? Then you will be exchanged for a fresher
girl, and another second hand harem wife gets released into the public domain.
EXCEPT when some of the closer confidants wish to buy them out, that is." Rashid
sniggered while he casually tinkered with her tits a little more. "There are
even roadmaps possible to speed this up a little. You could be all mine in a
matter of weeks! Isn't that quite something to look forward to?"

Anna's face left no doubt that the anticipation was not mutual.

"But, enough speculation about the future," the pasha continued. "The 'here and
now' is also important. I always say to myself: 'Carpe Diem, Rashid!' It is time
for some entertaining action. If I'm not mistaken, we didn't properly finish our
'bound date' last time."

His eye had fallen on the Purifier, left behind by Quam on the desk, carefully
resheated in its ceremonial casing. He stared at it, just long enough so Anna
got the message, and walked towards the desk. With total disrespect for hundreds
of years of tradition, and disregarding a long list of meticulously fine-tuned
procedures, the sexually frustrated madman grabbed the phallus and came back
towards her.

Anna crumbled. She didn't like that long, hard object in the hands of Rashid!

"What about some foreplay? A little trio between you, the Purifier and me?"

He let the ancient symbol roll in his hand. Performing certain actions on the
guests was sweet, but stirring them up by hinting what was around the corner,
was half the fun! He slowly dropped his eyes to the Russian's under body and
ostentatiously licked his lips.

"My oh my... Doesn't that look much neater already down there! It flatters me to
see how much my pleasing appearance arouses our sweet little slave, it really
does." He smiled at her.

It wasn't exactly lust after Rashid that was responsible for Anna's swollen and
leaking pussy; but it was a strong signal that was easy to misinterprete...

"Oh dear!" He joked. "You may not be a gusher yet, but that nevertheless looks
quite moist and warm already in there. I'm sure it's not *all* lube. You know
what I think? I think our girl is up and ready to fuck. You want to fuck, isn't
it? Your whole body shouts it out!"

Anna started to get really tense. She hated her body doing the
talking, especially when it had a mind of its own. She most certainly DIDN'T
want any sort of sexual contact with that creep!

"Unfortunately it's not the right moment for me to exchange juices with
you right now, no matter how much you long for it. But tell you what: I
also hate to see that body of yours crave for some attention; so why not give
it something to chew on?"

He smiled into her face and waved with the Purifier.

"I'll tell you how it works: first, I'll open you up by spreading those lovely
swollen cuntlips. Maybe arrange things in there a bit to make some room. Then, I
will push my friend here up your teen cunt until it hits bottom. I'm sure that
will be a lot of fun already."

Frozen in fear, Anna stared at him. Her eyes widened and resembled big platters
filled with dismay. Rashid loved it! He moved his face almost nose-to-nose with
the rapidly breathing girl and got into higher gear:

"And then, let's see... Then I will pull the thing out again somewhat. The flesh
of your swollen vaginal walls will be exposed, dragged out and tightly stretched
around this thick, hard and bumpy ivory shaft. And what else will be sticking
out there? Oh yes... that hard nub, crowned with our beloved Horseshoe! I'm sure
you can already imagine how stimulating it will be when I massage it into your
tender flesh."

Anna's stomach turned around... This guy truly was a repugnant creep of
the worst kind!. She needed a deus ex machina, an 'ace' to remain in her
jargon, and she needed it NOW!

"Ok, so that was the storyboard. Let us now put it into prac- ... UUUuuhhmpfff!"

Rashid couldn't finish his sentence, as his body folded double and crashed to
the ground. Whining plaintively, he rolled over the floor, holding his crotch
with his hands.

Anna had hit him hard, precisely in the nuts, with a well-planted kick of that
most lovely and delicate right foot of hers! It was purely on
instinct. Apparently, the guards hadn't done a very good job on the Velcros that
held her right leg. Because of all her squirming, they had loosened, allowing
her to aim her bare foot right between the open sleeves of Rashid's gown.
She had even tried to hit him a second time, from behind, after he
had collapsed, but had missed by a couple of centimetres. Now she
laughed nervously, between laboured breaths, at the pasha who was writhing in
pain at her feet.

"Aaaahh... Aaargh..."

It was such a joy for the Russian to watch her tormentor crawl and struggle for
breath! Witnessing his pain was the sweetest thing she could imagine right now.
Every wrinkle of agony and physical discomfort on the devil's face was a source
of intense pleasure. That would show him! She had him real good. With her
sensitive toes, she had felt every detail of how his balls had crushed into his
erected dick. She kept replaying that awesome feeling. Oh yes, she had him REAL
good!!

The pasha, still grounded and grunting, certainly wouldn't disagree with her. He
sounded like an animal that was having its throat cut.

Soon though, Anna's malicious pleasure was replaced by a growing understanding
that this could well turn out to be a mere Pyrrhic victory. One pair of Velcros
might have been loose, the other three showed no sign of weakness, no matter how
she intensified her struggling. And already Rashid had managed to stand up
again. Kicks like these are only useful if a girl can *run*. And let that be
exactly what Anna *couldn't* right now...

"H-holy shit, Murzik, w-what were you thinking??"

Still producing heavy puffing sounds, and unable to stand fully upright as yet,
the pasha grabbed the Purifier from the floor.

The way how he clamped the ivory tool with his fist, knuckles turning
white, scared the hell out of Anna; this madman looked totally out of control,
now!

"Stupid blonde whore," he panted. "You- you're going to re- regret that kick for
the rest of your life, cunt! And- and about the only positive thing in it, for
you, is... is that that life will be much shorter than you ever- ever imagined.
You're living dead meat, bitch!"

If his intentions were as bad as his language, Anna was in big trouble...

Step by difficult step the pasha approached, clearly determined to damage the
helpless Russian as severely as possible. Anna started kicking her free leg in
an attempt to intimidate the psycho. But without the element of surprise, the
leg was much less of a weapon. The situation looked dramatically dire.

- KNOCK KNOCK -

Anna uttered a breath of relief; it sounded like Quam had returned and knocked
on the door to get in. Another one of his just-in-time deliveries. She would
never have thought she would ever welcome the Master Cleaner back!




(9) "FLUSHING THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH"


Rashid was indeed stopped in his tracks by the knocking on the door. The pain in
his face was joined by an expression of great annoyance. Not - again -
interrupted exactly when it mattered most? A hesitation got into his step, but
he decided to ignore the visitors. Maybe it wasn't Quam, and they would just
leave? Didn't they notice the 'Purification in Progress' sign on the door?

- KNOCK KNOCK -

Apparently not...

The man cursed, looked like he wasn't sure what to do for a second, then hastily
returned the 'Ndai Ohlung' to its wooden case and took his usual observing
position. Anna relaxed somewhat again. She had escaped Rashid's wrath for the
time being.

- KNOCK KNO...

"ENTER!"

The command interrupted a third series of knocks; as the door opened, it
was indeed Quam who came inside. He was joined by a colleague this time.

The new man fit better into the general population of Al-Qae-Traz: he was a full
head taller than the Master Cleaner, stronger and more of the African type. His
bald head made him look a bit like a dark version of 'Mr. Proper'. A short was
all he was wearing, revealing his impressive muscled chest, and around his waist
Anna already noticed a leather belt with the characteristic hole in it. It was
smaller than the hole in Quam's belt, though. The two men were engaged in an
animated discussion about four variably sized ivory sticks the newcomer was
holding in his hands. Apparently, they had a difference of opinion about which
was the most appropriate tool in this particular case of purification.

There wasn't much mysterious about the purpose of the new sticks. Anna knew she
had *two* holes down there. The Harem Jewel stung again...

After a couple of seconds of intense argumentation, Quam used his authority as
Master Cleaner to cut the knot. With a determined voice, he ended the argument
and opted for the largest stick. It was rather funny how the biggest and
strongest of the two pulled the shortest straw, Anna thought. But the Harem had
a very strict hierarchy, so once the Master Cleaner had spoken, an assistant
knew what he was up to: shut up, and comply! He put the three smallest ivory
dildos back into their holders on the side of the belt, and proceeded to screw
the biggest one into its slot at the front.

Only now, with the technicality issue out of the way, Quam had an eye for his
subject again. When his gaze met Anna's dangling free leg, it was all hands on
deck!

"Gandayi!! Gandayi!!"

As if a well-trained disaster plan came into action, he immediately
shouted commands to his big assistant. No matter how insignificant the risk
actually was, the two men rushed towards the Wheel to neutralize the danger. (it
has to be understood that to a perfectionist craftsman like Quam,
this carelessness of the Purification team was nothing short of a blemish!)

"Rhhaaaaaaahhh!! Don't touch me, lousy ape men!"

The Russian started kicking her free leg at them like mad. As if she understood
that these could well be her last moments of partial freedom of movement for
quite some time. And wasn't she obliged to herself to fight to her absolute best
abilities?

"You better watch your balls, sickos!! Don't even think about getting
near. Whaaaa!"

Despite the decibels, it was all to little avail, obviously. After no more than
a couple of clumsy back- and forward leg swings, Mr. Proper caught Anna's bare
foot so Quam could nicely Velcro the leg back to the foot support. She could
curse as much as she wanted. They did remove the Velcros at her knees, though,
for some as-yet unclear reason. Nevertheless, Anna's little intermezzo of uproar
ended within minutes, and she returned to her state of 100% helplessness.

It also shut her dirty mouth down for the moment.

With the situation back under control, the Purification process was
promptly resumed. Quam proceeded by attaching the 'Ndai Ohlung' to his belt, the
bald man lubed up his mini-dildo... and Anna noticed how Rashidís
pain-filled facial expression had given way to a broad smile again.

And he was chuckling to himself, indeed! On one hand, he felt frustrated that he
didn't get the opportunity to pay Anna back right here and now. But on the other
hand, he found great joy in what was about to happen. He decided to share it
with the Russian.

"Yes, my pretty Russian teen cunt... It pleases me that Quam has opted for the
Anal Assistant. For your information: that is one of the more entertaining
options to provide additional stimulation to the purificant (=the to-be-purified
female). It is based on the infallible principle of antagonism. A force working
via the front, needs a proper counter-force working from behind, haha... I
suspect that tight little bum of yours probably was *the* deciding factor when
Quam evaluated the different options available to him. Considering it allows
extra-deep penetration from behind, not hindered by any piled up fat."

None of that was really new or unexpected for the Russian. But the way Rashid
explained it, made her more aware still. Her pout pronounced and gave her a
distinctively disturbed look.

"Haha... Excellent, excellent! Yes, I would be unhappy, too, if I were you. Set
your emotions free, young lady; haha..."

The big man had now moved around Anna, loosened the belt around her under body,
and unmounted the metal plate behind her. Almost unconsciously, Anna responded
by arching her back to stretch the cramped muscles. She had been restricted for
so long, and her tennis injury didn't make it any easier. She wiggled her ass
somewhat to loosen things up in her lower back, and it felt real good. The next
moment though, that all changed - drastically -!!!

"Hey...what?"

'Mr. Proper' had stepped up to one of the extra pairs of foot-supports (finally
revealing their purpose), and with a firm grip he took Anna's love handles in
his paws.

"Stop that right n..."

One second, she could feel a hard tip press against her butt hole. The next, the
big man pulled her under body into his lap with great force.

"AAAAaaahhh!"

The Russian screamed at the top of her lungs as her new ivory companion
was slowly forced into her ass. The soft flesh of her backdoor was pushed
aside wrinkle by wrinkle to give room to the dildo. It caused a
rather uncomfortable internal pressure that made her gasp, making her seek
relief in a flee forward. Not that there actually was much choice involved; the
man in her back bulldozed into her with all the available power in his
hips, such that there was really just one way to go. He obviously didn't care
much for her comfort, to Rashid's great delight!

"Yes, yes!! Nail her, my friend, nail her, hahaha!"

Velcro-ed tightly at the wrists, elbows and ankles, Anna's back arched and her
muscles were stretched painfully as the tyrant upheld his push. A painful
grimace settled on her face.

"Ooooouch! Oh-oh, stop it!!"

Bit by bit, her hips were pushed further out. And with growing horror,
the Russian felt her pussy blossom. The mystery of the untied knees
was revealed... By the forward and slightly upward pressure it allowed,
her thighs were forced apart and exposed her femininity in its full glory.
The Russian teen's sweet cunt lips opened in slow motion for all to enjoy.
After a couple of seconds of maximum pressure, the first 10 cm of the stick
were firmly planted into her. Her butt hole rider kept bearing down on
her though. Through all her pain, Anna wondered why, until she could feel
her anus slowly being stretched just that little bit wider still! The
backdoor dildo had a small conical section near the hilt, much like the 'knot'
in the penis of a dog. When pushed beyond it, everything would be sealed
off nicely. There she had the answer to her question 'why'... Each and
every tool used in the Harem had been optimized for its purpose, through more
than two centuries of experience. And the well-trained staff used them to
their full potential!

The Russian uttered a loud shriek when her sphincter finally swallowed
the bulge, and closed behind it.

At last Mr. Proper relaxed. Now he let go of her love handles, repositioned his
hands to the top of the Wheel and made a couple of quick forward/backwards
swings hanging there. His partner in swing didn't exactly like it, but it
confirmed that Anna's bum was tightly knit to the ass-istant: her bottom didn't
lose contact with his lap for even a second! Perfectly plugged indeed. After
that little test, he drove into her back to open her up again.

Another loud grunt illustrated Anna's discomfort. She wasn't a virgin back there
anymore, but it wasn't exactly routine, either!

Rashid laughed wickedly, and Quam, who was standing right in front of the Wheel
between Anna's legs, nodded in satisfaction. Now that she was stretched like a
string, she was fully accessible again to enter via the front door.

The Purifier was proudly pointing forward between his hips, and the
Indian handler now connected it to the battery on the Wheel, and pressed a
button. He mumbled satisfied when the streamlined tool buzzed cheerfully.
Actually, it sounded more like someone was vacuum-cleaning a room a bit further
down the hallway, Anna thought. She had never had one of those vacuums up
her cunt(admittedly, mostly due to lack of time to explore that kinky fantasy
in depth). So how would it *feel*?? Well, not that her opinion in this
would matter...

Quam played around a little with a regulator, which he could use to optimize the
power of the suction. Then, the Purifier was turned off for the moment, and with
one hand he applied some more lube to it. He turned his attention to his subject
again, cupping her protruding sex with his free hand. Anna couldn't suppress a
soft moan as Quam traced the contours of her vaginal anatomy with his fingertip.
Everything was so super sensitive now that most of the potion had been absorbed!
Visually, everything looked more than OK down there. Her teen vulva had
blossomed into a true orchid of lust! It would have been the perfect schoolbook
illustration: completely folded open, and each feature clearly recognisable and
beautifully pronounced. Very moist, also.

Anna, who had cooled down somewhat again, clearly didn't fancy the palpating...

Rashid was standing right behind the Master Cleaner, in all
likeliness disrespecting the mandatory minimum distance, and rose to the tips of
his toes to look over his shoulder. For *no* money in the world would he like
to miss this debasing spectacle!

The cleaner now placed his thumb over the top of Anna's wet slit, and started
rubbing lightly.

"Grrrrr... G-get your h-hand off meeee! STOP IT! Hmmm!"

The unhappy girl growled in frustration, and tried to manoeuvre out of the way
as she felt the thick finger wriggle inside and stimulate countless nerve
endings, already made more receptive by the potion. Mr. Proper responded by
slightly increasing the pressure from behind to correct her. Quam, in turn,
stepped up the teasing to a maddening level by rapidly flipping his thumbnail
over and under the Russian's clithood. The Horseshoe danced up and down and
sparkled like a disco glitter ball. Soon, his thumb glistened in a mixture of
lube and female jizm. He rubbed the juice-coated thumb against his index finger
and concluded that the production was upto speed. All was ready now!

On Quam's command, his assistant straightened up such that their play toy was
able to relax somewhat in her bonds again. Once she was parallel to the Wheel,
he approached until he was able to position the pointy tip of the Purifier just
about against her pussy. Anna was breathing so heavy by all the intense
stimulation, that her puffy lips slid over the head all on their own. Quam
lifted his right foot onto the foot-support, and as soon as the tip was
positioned optimally he followed with the other foot. Assisted by the copious
lubrication, the hard tool smoothly slid up- and inwards.

Anna gasped as she was progressively stuffed with ivory.

It was a trip in several stages: every five seconds, Quam paused to let
the swollen inner body of his subject dilate and arrange itself around
the girth, then pushed a little deeper. All the while, he had his eyes locked
to Anna's. Eyes which told him with every short blink that the perforated
teen was counting the bumps on the Purifier as they passed her entrance...
A first confirmation that the increased sensitivity had reached the
desired level! Soon, the Purifier reached Middle-Anna, the hilt coming to
rest against her clit with a special protrusion. Everything fit nicely.
It *always* fit. The potion made sure of that, Quam knew.

Anna had a bewildered look in her wide open eyes. The feeling she had could best
be described as... 'utterly conquered'. Every cubic cm of her passages was taken
up, and on top of that her sensitive clit was put under pressure. She felt like
exploding, wanted to flail her arms wildly to vent the intense sensations that
came over her. But the tennis-star was mercilessly bound and her sweat-soaked
body was tightly sandwiched between the two men. Quam in particular seemed to
love close contact with her damp skin, pressing himself tightly against her
body. He could feel her every heartbeat, and each of her heavy pants pushed her
perky tits into his chest. Not that he had special feelings for Anna. Quam
didn't have any special feelings for females in general; but being constantly
'in touch' was another prerequisite to efficiently monitor her state of arousal.

He was such a perfectionist...

Now that every piece of purification equipment was in place, the Master Cleaner
started his job; with supple shakes of his loins, he smoothly guided the hard
white phallus in and out of the girl's vagina. In and out, in and out, in and
out... A brutal ballet of love, in a sensual rhythm like no Western man could
possibly provide. With each thrust, the bumpy surface was getting visibly
slicker. In and out, in and out, in and out...

"Ohw... Aaah... Ooooooh!"

While Quam kept fucking her femininity really deep, Anna moaned loudly and let
her eyebrows produce a variety of frowns, including expressions of disturbance,
detachment and delightedness. Overall, her face looked much like in those
on-court pictures of when she was producing a powerful serve, but then stretched
out for minutes instead of mere seconds... With the help of the secret potion,
her teen pussy was set on fire to its deepest depths.

"M-mercy... please! Ooh..." she stumbled, in vain as always at Al-Qae-Traz. It
had absolutely no effect whatsowever on the steady pumping rhythm maintained by
the Cleaner. With each powerful penetration, he lifted her up against the
Velcros.

At its deepest point of insertion, the Purifier teamed up with the anal dildo on
the other side of the fleshy separation between them, maximizing the stimulating
effects. The huge black assistant wearing the auxiliary tool was more than a
dead counter-weight, as well. He coordinated perfectly with his boss, increasing
or decreasing the counter-pressure as needed. While he used the ivory phallus to
fuck Anna's genitals, Quam's piercing dark eyes fucked her female mind. He kept
them locked to hers, and they saw right through these two deep dark pools of
hatred and disgust, reading every little movement the Purifier made inside her.
Reading that with every penetration, the fundamentals of serving as a simple sex
contraption were imprinted a little further into the pretty head of the young
Russian.

After the first couple of minutes of intense fucking, Quam decided to call in
the suction function. He operated a switch to turn on the vacuum, and expertly
handled the modulator to periodically suck the perforated ivory shell to Anna's
vaginal walls. The experienced Indian used it to chop-up his penetrations and
withdrawals. Sucked tightly, it would drag out her flesh upon withdrawing. While
with the button released, it allowed for a smooth full reentry. In - SUCK, out -
SUCK, in - SUCK, out - SUCK, in - SUCK, out - SUCK... Short, soft sucking sounds
emanated from between the girl's thighs.

"Aaahh... S-stop t-this. Sssstop it!"

Anna gritted her teeth and grunted. She hated the vaginal mashing from
the bottom of her heart, but got totally turned on anyway! After several
minutes of fierce fucking, she was getting pretty light-headed indeed. She
balled her fists in the Velcros and mumbled something unintelligible...
Quam smiled; their subject was entering the 'Speaking in Tongues' stage.
Progress was being made!

In and out, in and out - SUCK. In and out, in and out - SUCK... There seemed to
come no end to the penetrations. By masterfully targeting the suction of the
tool, Quam kept optimizing the stimulation of every cum-producing organ in the
vicinity of his body-extension. His eye-dildo coordination was
truly unparalleled, and didn't miss its effect! A mixture of powerful hormones
was steadily released into the girl's bloodstream and took command over
her physical and emotional state. Anna had lost all memories about the
minutes in her life that she *wasn't* fucked, by now. Did it ever start, or had
her life always existed of endless penetration? She had more and more trouble
to keep her eyes open and focussed, and her mind slowly drifted off
to elsewhere...

One moment, she was sitting in her dentist's chair, listening to the
sucking sounds of the small pump that drained her saliva. A second later,
she imagined how it were Shaq and Wilson who were double-teaming her all
over again, in a replay of the Shaq Mobile adventure. Only difference being
that everything inside her was smaller (but harder) this time.

"Uuugh!"

The pretty teen was forced out of her short daydream and grunted, when
Quam slightly twisted her left nipple. The Indian took her jaw in his hand
and made her face him again. All the while, he kept up the insanitizing dance
on the limits of bearable stimulation. In and out, in and out, - SUCK - , in and
out, in and out ...

Rather soon, Anna's eyelids shut down momentarily once more.

"Ahw!"

Another painful correction followed...

The incident repeated itself a number of times. Anna just found it
extremely hard to keep her concentration. The Master Cleaner decided that this
was becoming too much of a nuisance. It was absolutely necessary that
he accurately followed up the size of her pupils, in order to prevent her
from going over the edge prematurely. Her attention lapses significantly
hampered the procedure so it was time to call in another option: he detached
an electrode, which he had wired to a small box on the Wheel, and taped it
to Anna's left nipple. Since this box was next to the modulator of the
vacuum, he could keep his right hand on it now, while still being able
to immediately correct her when necessary.

The next time Anna drifted off, a soft buzz sounded, and with a short 'shriek'
he got her back to the lesson.

"Eyes no close. Eyes no close!"

The Russian still tried to shut out reality, but again the buzzer resounded and
shot a mild voltage through her nipple.

"Uuuughh..."

"Open eyes. Yes, open!"

At last Anna got the message: the Purification could definitely only be executed
properly when the subject was in constant eye contact with the Master Purifier.

The eyes of a girl were a rich source of essential information. At the moment,
for instance, Anna's Bambi eyes were expressing the desire to castrate and skin
these men alive. That much would be instantly obvious to even the non-initiated.
With the right experience, there was so much more to be discovered on deeper
levels, though. The precise status of her arousal, feelings of guilt and hidden
signs of desperation. It was all down there for those with the proper training
and expertise. And expertise, Quam had in abundance.

All the while, the relentless fucking continued, slowly working towards
the desired climax. In and out, in and out, in and out... Through all
the unbearable unwanted pleasure, Anna felt that *something* exceptional
was happening inside her body, but she couldn't accurately place it. She was
not familiar yet with this feeling; the feeling of sexual secretions piling
up 'en masse'.

"Uhm...Aaaaah..." she kept wailing exciting little screams, her face contorted
into an almost unrecognisable mask.

Even under these difficult circumstances, the Master Cleaner had noticed that
her pupils had dilated markedly over the last half a minute or so. He recognised
the signals for what they were, and intensified his actions. His multitask brain
(another of his feminine qualities) went into overdrive to coordinate the
multitude of ongoing operations. Shouting precise instructions to Mr. Proper,
maintaining the optimal fuck rhythm, using the protrusion on the Purifier to
gently massage his subject's clit into her pubic bone... No wonder he was
starting to look a little tense, himself! Air traffic control was for sissies,
compared to this. A Cleaner could at most execute one Purification per week.

The satisfied smile on his face showed that all was going as desired in
this week's assignment, though. As planned and required, their expert
treatment was reaching downright *insanitizing* levels by now. Anna was
rapidly approaching delirium, and somehow expected to hear a loud 'pooof' sound
of her clit exploding any moment now! The teen's head was as red as a beet,
and the muscles in her body were contracting chaotically. , not in the
last place her love-muscle! Boosted by the almost infinitely
stretched near-orgasm ,her pussy was desperately trying to squeeze cum out of
the Purifier. After yet another powerful penetration, she finally gurgled
and showed the whites of her eyes as they turned away.

"Nchhhh..."

A deep howl escaped from her mouth as her double-pinned body
convulsed repeatedly and rubbed against the sweathy torsos of her manipulators.
While she was going through arguably the most violent orgasm of her life,
the Master Cleaner increased his tempo yet again and put the suction on
maximum. Anna's reproductive anatomy stretched and relaxed nicely in unison with
his energetic moves, and was pushed over the edge at last! She screamed out
her horrible delight while every gland in her lower hemisphere contracted
and ejaculated its contents, accumulated over more than half an hour
of unbearable teasing, all at once. She gushed and gushed her Russian teen
cum over the perforated tool while it was continuously rammed into her in
a festival of wet slapping sounds. Finally, Quam ended the Purification with two
deep penetrations, each followed by a very slow 'maximum suck' withdrawal. His
thumb flipped rapidly over the 'suck' button.

SHLOH-SHLOH-SHLOH-SHLOH...

With a loud slurping sound, the rich mixture of girl-juice, lube and traces of
Yussuf's Arabian ball-boy cum disappeared into the Purifier's reservoir. The
milky white liquid could clearly be seen dripping down the semi-transparant
insides of the box.

Quam now withdrew the Purifier completely, with the suction still active. With a
loud 'PLOP' it set itself free from Anna's extruded and extended pussy lips. As
in slow motion, the fleshy flaps closed again and her pussy gradually retook its
natural shape. The Purrifier stopped buzzing as Quam turned it off.

Before stepping down from the foot supports, he first embraced and held
Anna tightly such that Mr. Proper could also work his way out. After
some struggling, the anal dildo also popped out of the Russian's ass. No doubt
it would have elicited another expressive shriek from her, if she wouldn't
have been so totally *gone*.

The two now stepped away from the Wheel and undid their belts. Quam shaked hands
with his assistant, congratulating him for the successful cooperation. He
proceeded by unmounting the reservoir from the Purifier and handing it
to Rashid.

The pasha smiled at the compact liquid-filled container in his hand, approached
the exhausted Russian again, and lifted her chin.

"That is quite a nice harvest, sweetheart! I told you it was worth it,
and necessary, didn't I?" he grinned. "I can already tell you that you
will undergo this procedure regularly during the weeks, months and, who
knows, years of your stay. In addition, you can expect occasional anal sampling
as well. The results of which will be analysed in the laboratories."

"Uh-uhhuh?" Anna st-uttered.

"The dry feeling will gradually subside, and tomorrow you will be as juicy as
ever again." Rashid responded to the un-asked question. "Also because the potion
will still have some after-effect."

He paused a second, then added, in a somewhat disappointed tone:

"Even the most insignificant DNA-traces can be detected and identified in the
laboratories; combine this with the total absence of condoms in this institute,
and the mandatory registration in the genetic database, and I'm sure you
understand why I haven't shown you my affection as yet. Yes, the Prince is quite
the Paranoid Android."

It all went pretty much past Anna Kournikova; she was completely spent,
a wrenched out towel residing in a parallel universe of lust, and couldn't care
less.

Not yet.




(10) "ESCAPE FROM AL-QAE-TRAZ"

"Ngggggchrrchrchlll..."

The guard rattled and generally sounded like he could die any moment. But Anna
didn't release her grip and kept pulling the waistband of her bikini-bottom into
his throat with all the force in her tennis-arms.

She had jumped at him while he had entered with her last evening-meal before the
Great Meeting. Since he was carrying the plate, and since he was all alone (Anna
couldn't believe her luck!), he hadn't had a chance to react adequately.  The
Russian had attacked him in the back and given him a serious kick to start. But
that was not enough, so now some additional strangling was needed to render him
unconscious. This was not the moment to release her grip. She could do without
someone running around and screaming that she had escaped!

"Chchchchrrrr..."

"Argh! Pass out, damn it!! Just give it up and go to sleep," Anna
almost pleaded.

This was more something for Marines. It looks so easy in movies...

A surge of adrenalin had helped her to initiate the attack, but now that
the whole action took longer than expected, she was starting to shake all
over. This was completely against her nature! And sitting naked from the
waist down on the man's back, clamping his torso with her thighs to
immobilize him, was far from pleasant. And that's quite an understatement
for practically rubbing him with her exposed pussy (she needed the ripped
bottom for the strangling!). As her bare slit moved over his back, the Harem
Jewel left behind reddish scars. Anna was in control, but it shouldn't take
much longer or she would break down.

After seconds that seemed to last hours, the man finally no longer made a sound
and Anna released the waistband.

"I just hope I didn't kill him..." She thought by herself.

These black men were merely walk-ons, doing their duty and nothing more. It was
in the first place the evil pasha who she hated and feared so much. It was
Rashid who had driven her to these extremes, who had let her feel that she was
no longer safe. Odd that she thought about it that way, 'safe'. But indeed, if
you left the pasha out of the equation, she had never actually feared for her
life, because she figured she was simply too valuable to the Prince. Even though
she had never met him thus far, it was apparent in so many things. She was his
most expensive and exclusive toy. Uday's Toy. You don't break your favourite
toy! Not your OWN toy.

But she had ignited the hatred of his right-hand, Rashid, an
unscrupulous individual with a hidden agenda who had it in for her. He wouldn't
leave a stone unturned to take revenge for her impulsive kick in his family
jewels. He was the kind of guy who loved to borrow, then break other people's
toys. Just out of jealousy. Having heard and seen the rage in his evil eyes
and his voice, Anna dared not imagine what tortures, REAL tortures this time,
he had in store for her. She shuddered at the idea! And it was this primal
fear that had pushed her to forget her peaceful self for the moment. Her life,
or at least her health, was at stake. Survival instinct will always get
the upper hand, in the end.

"They forced you to do this, Anna. No need to feel guilty!"

Still sitting on top of the guard, she held her breath and listened carefully.
The only sound she could hear was the faint breathing of the man she had just
knocked out. It was almost a miracle that all the rumble during their fight
hadn't alarmed anyone through the open door. But then, she could really use a
bit of good fortune for once!

Hastily, she turned the servant on his back. With the knife of her
cutlery, which had fallen on the floor together with the other contents of the
plate, she cut some slivers from his uniform and used them to bind his hands
and legs. She also managed to put together a functional gag to mute the
sucker when he would regain consciousness.

Anna raised to her feet, looked at her package and couldn't suppress a feeling
of pride.

"Not bad for a first, Murzik!"

Next, she took the guard's keys and dragged him to the bedroom, putting
him behind the bed. He would have to make a lot of noise to catch
somebody's attention, now. Returning, she locked the door behind her, beginning
her one-in-a-million attempt to escape out of this nuthouse. Her heart
bounced in her throat.

One-in-a-million wasn't much. But still infinitely better than waiting
for Rashid's next move.

What had certainly also helped her taking this step, was the really bad night
she had experienced after the Purification. The nightmare had been a strange
blend between 'Ali Baba and the 40 Thieves', and her recent experiences at
Al-Qae-Traz. Featuring the vile Rashid and 40 clones of Tarek, fucking her for
days on end in every available orifice, until her poor body couldn't possibly
hold any more cum. A nightmare so cruel, that, to her own astonishment, Anna had
felt relief when waking up and finding out that she was still at Uday's. She had
never been much into predictive dreams, but somehow this one didn't look all
that implausible!

No, it was time to leave for sure... She had to create an opportunity
for herself and finish it off.

The hallway was really dark. In contrast with the luxury and relative modernity
of her studio, it resembled more some medieval dungeon, sparsely lit by
flickering torches. "The Prince highly values tradition" Rashid had once said.
It showed, Anna thought. It looked like the last renovation of the Harem
premises had taken place centuries ago!

"Just another indication that you better get out of here as soon as possible,"
she whispered to herself as she set off.

And Anna needed any incentives she could get; the night proved terribly
cold outside her room, making her escape an even crazier attempt than it
already was. Desert nights always are, especially for girls only covered by
a minuscule see-through top. Now that she was no longer warmed by the heat
of the moment, iciness shot up Anna's legs each time her bare feet touched
the rough cold concrete. Maybe she *should* have borrowed some of the
guard's clothes after all. But then, not much was left of them after she had
cut them to make bonds.

Cautiously she progressed through what turned out to be a true maze, where every
door and every hallway looked like the previous and the next. The rhythmic
crunching of loose concrete scales under her bare feet, and an occasional spooky
distant scream were the only sounds breaking the dead silence in this grim
fortress.

The Russian actually didn't have the faintest idea where she was heading. Since
her capturing she hadn't left the room that had been assigned to her. There
simply was no *plan*. Such that the goose bumped blonde had not much choice but
improvising by systematically opting for dark corridors and doors with no light
behind them. An ad-hoc tactic that seemed to work out surprisingly well: quite
miraculously, there always seemed to be options like that available. Maybe her
fortune had returned?

It was a tense adventure, and the most stressing moments occurred when
the fugitive had to try the guard's keys to open the occasional locked door
on her (hopefully) way out. Anna cursed silently each time one of the rusty
old locks protested with a much too loud 'CLANG' to her attempts to open them.

"Fuck this devil's hole," she mumbled. "If they would use only a quarter of the
lube they used on me, all these damn locks would open smoothly..."

It was behind one of these doors, long after she had lost count of them, that
Anna found herself in a darkness so deep, that she could not even move. No
matter *how* long she halted to let her eyes adjust to it, pitch black emptiness
was all they could make out.

"Great... just great!" she sarcastically said to herself. "Now what?"

She could have used one of the wall-mounted torches right now. Something she 
had considered too dangerous at the start of her escape, but would have been an
option in these more remote and desolate parts of the fortress. It
seemed unlikely she would walk into a guard around here.

"Is this a frigging tomb, or what?"

Her voice sounded confined and produced almost no echo; the place she was in,
couldn't be very roomy.

She suddenly realised she had on average taken many more steps down than steps
up to get here. Somehow, that wasn't very encouraging. Whatever, Anna wasn't all
too keen on just walking blindly into the darkness in front of her. She had read
a story once, about how these mad Sultans had made labyrinths with hidden traps.
They then let prisoners escape through the maze, only to suffer a gruesome death
in one of those traps. Speared to a long spike at the bottom of a well. Or eaten
by a lion that was set free when tripping a hidden wire. Stuff like that.

"Don't be so silly, " the Russian tried to push away her childish fears. "You're
imagining stu..."

- DZZZZJING -

Anna couldn't finish her line of thought, as the sea of black darkness around
her suddenly changed into a painful bright flash.

"What..?"

Completely surprised and blinded by a powerful battery of gas-discharge tubes,
she shut her eyes down, and next tried to protect them with her hands and peep
through her fingers. This way, she was barely able to discern a silhouette
standing a few arm lengths from her.

"You've reached the end of the tunnel, young lady."

As the words were spoken to her, Anna's blood froze in her veins, and the little
hairs on her naked body stood out even more than from the chill.

"But not quite the end of your journey, hehe..." the joy-filled voice added.

It was as if Anna felt the bottom fall out of her when she recognised
the hair-raising timbre of Rashid's voice. Despite the sea of bright
light around her, it caused a short black-out as she realised the
horrible reality.

"Shall we say 'long time no see'? I seem to recognise you from somewhere, and
let me tell you that those are not pleasant memories."

Anna could make out his face now; it had a painful grimace over it, and it was
obvious that walking was also still difficult for the pasha. The longer she
thought about it, the more she started to regret her impulsive kick of the day
before...

"This could develop into an excellent opportunity to get even, what do
you think?" Rashid spoke. "And once that has been taken care of, why stop
there? A good reason could be that it would only be fair, I hear you
say? Unfortunately for you, Rashid is not reasonable. Never been!"

"No.. NO.. This can't be true!" The words sounded shaky and barely audible. "I
was almost...UUUGH!"

"What the..?"

Completely without warning, Anna's feet lost touch with the ground as a strong
arm picked her up from behind, between her legs. The naked blonde's body swayed
through the icy air of the cellar and ended up hanging in the arms of one of the
strong black men she had gotten to know so well.

"Where... where did he come from?"

So much for female intuition...

"Excellent, excellent... Take her to the Wheel, Ben-Ali," Rashid instructed as
per usual.

Hanging almost upside-down and squeezed between a couple of strong arms and a
pumped up chest, the Russian turned her head; one quick glance up to the face of
the man who was carrying her, was enough to understand the situation completely.
'Ben-Ali' looked remarkably similar to the guard she had 'overpowered' just
minutes ago! Unless he had a twin-brother, it *was* him in person.

When she turned her head in the direction of travel, she could also see
the custom-made Wheel now. Rashid was standing next to it, and was
already preparing the various restraints, leaving Anna little guesswork about
what was to happen next. And it was time to do something about it!

"Put me down, you sand-ape! Cro-Magnon clone! RRrrrhhaaaaaaa!!"

Anna released all the energy in her body at once, and directed it at the 
huge black man. Her arms and legs kicked around furiously, hitting
Ben-Ali wherever she was able to hit.

"Do I have to floor you again? Let me GO, let me..."

Her fist shot out towards the area where she estimated his nuts to be,
but unexpectedly crashed into some kind of hard shell under his skirt,
hurting her knuckles.

"Aaaw! What the f...??"

Rashid laughed loudly at Anna's feeble attempts to resist. "You just found out
how the Prince protects his trophies against those who are too dumb
to understand the consequences of violating them. Castration is of
course another way, but not if you need them to retain their physical
strength, obviously," he clarified.

Regardless, Ben-Ali didn't seem to give a flinch, no matter how aggressively the
rampant blonde fidget turned her rage against him. He had stopped moving for a
moment, but it looked like he was merely waiting for the thunderstorm to abate.
And indeed, Anna was quickly running out of steam. Her hits lost power and she
had to stop to catch her second breath. Why was it that the guard suddenly
looked so much more powerful and bigger than less than half an hour ago, she
asked herself? Her entire nakedness covered in perspiration, and her head grown
as red as a beet, she paused and switched to vocal threats again:

"When... when I get out of here my contacts in Moscow will make a nice concrete
cube around you guys, and... and dump you in the Red Sea, bastards!" she spat
between laboured gasps.

Rashid just laughed the threats away, while his huge dogs body didn't
even *understand* English beyond the most basic commands. Despite the
Moscow Mafia, he held on to the writhing girl. As soon as the tennis star had
burnt most of her fuel, he continued carrying her to the much-hated Wheel,
where his boss was already waiting impatiently to help her secure.

"Yes," he said, "we don't have all day. The young lady has had her say by now.
Get her over, so we can get this done with."

In sight of the Wheel, Anna produced a few final feeble kicks and punches, but
the cramp in her fatigued muscles rendered them powerless. Her physical protest
proved no more effective than her continued vocal abuse of the two men.




(11) "THE UNITED STATES OF ANNA"


"Stop this now!! I warn you that not even Amnesty International will be able to
save you miserable bunch, slime heads. Get your hands off me!"

"Well, well, " Rashid stepped into the vocal duel. "Even upside down, the stream
of foul language finds its way out through your lovely throat. Maybe the only
way to keep it all inside, is to plug it?" he smiled.

He turned the wheel 180_ such that the foot-supports were on top, and grabbed
one of the girl's kicking ankles.

"I guess you didn't expect this tie-break, did you?" he continued while securing
the ankle with the Velcro. Then proceeded to do the same with the knee of that
leg while Ben-Ali held the other one. "You probably didn't play all that many
any way, hahaha. Do you get it? 'Tie-and-break'. We are in the midst of the
tie-part, and soon the pleasure will be entirely mine to also thoroughly *break*
you."

Anna wanted to repost, but shock prevented her from opening her mouth.

With her first member secured, Rashid went on with the other leg.

"It was really endearing to watch you act precisely as anticipated, haha! Yes,
young lady: 'anticipated'! I told you once nobody ever escapes from this Harem,
but I'll have to refine that from now on: nobody ever escapes unless Rashid
*wants* them to escape."

While Ben-Ali held Anna's body, the wheel was turned to its original position to
fixate Anna's flailing arms.

"Normally we have a special conditioning program for recalcitrant ladies like
you. But although you gave me many reasons to put you on such regime, I chose
not to apply it in your case. Did you never wonder why? Simply because I didn't
want to destroy the strength and morale that you would need to escape. Repeat
after me: 'Rashid is the smartest', HAHAHA. Yes, Rashid is always a couple of
steps in front. I tremendously enjoy planning somewhat ahead. I also
tremendously enjoy planning girls to give me some head, by the way. But, more
about that later."

"I can see the question burning in those green eyes: 'why'? Because you
were destined to be *mine*, right from the start, that's why! And this was
the best and safest way to get there. To get you *completely*, not just to
play some superficial kids' games, like Tarek. To think that I even
considered adding poisonous food supplements to His Highness meals, and buy you
when the Harem would be dismantled... But in the end this plan contained
much less risk. At most some heads of guards will roll, but I'm left out of
the picture entirely."

Anna was stunned! She had not realised even remotely how evil this psycho really
was.

Bad news.

When the two men had finished tying up the unhappy blonde, Rashid immediately
gave the inner Wheel a powerful pull. He stepped back, and with a wide grin on
his face, he watched the spread-eagled girl spin helplessly for a couple of
seconds. Her two ponytails were flying around due to the centrifugal effect,
sweeping the floor each time Anna passed 6 'o clock. Normally they threw knives
at this! Rashid only had a spear, though.

"HeeeEEEEeeeeEEEEyyyyYYYY... stoooOOOOooooOOOOp! SSSsss...uuuUUUhhhHHH..."

After a sizable number of fast rotations, he abruptly stopped the
Russian carousel. Anna looked pretty sick already.

The vile man grabbed her chin and forced her to look straight into his eyes.

"I see you would never become a decent cosmonaut; such a simple test, and you
already fall short. Looks like your talents are strictly limited to tennis and
fucking? We're lucky you refused your evening meal, or it would have been a real
mess, stupid bitch. But I'll give you another chance to fill your belly, soon."

With her jaw still in his hand, he teasingly brushed his thumb over Anna's full
lips. Oh, how much she would have loved to bite! But she feared the reprisals,
totally helpless as she was.

"How long have these soft cushions been sucking cock already?" Rashid teased her
some more. "Considering your early history with the likes of Fedorov and other
hockey players, you must be quite good at it by now, after all those years.
Isn't it, young lady?"

The cockteaser returned him a venomous stare. It was a silent yet eloquent 'none
of your business', but it was also apparent that Rashid had hit a nail on the
head, so he continued on this enjoyable path:

"Is that where the pout comes from, maybe? Your mouth and lips look like they
were especially made to caress the male pencil of love; years of sucking must
have imprinted this position in your mouth. Lips don't teasingly part like that
just by themselves, do they? And those full hamster-cheeks are probably used to
store the cum? It is not by accident that you wear that amulette with 'CHEEKS'
engraved in it. Looks like you could orally serve several men in succession,
without losing even a single drop of semen. How many ball boys are there on a
tennis court? Or do you swallow instead?"

The agitator pulled out all the stops.

"Let your momma suck you, filthy BASTARD!" Anna exploded. Enough was enough!

"Hahaha... So you still have a voice? Just goes to show that even good
mouth hygiene doesn't help against dirty language, doesn't it? Watch your
mouth, darling!"

With these words, he rotated the inner wheel halfway around again, making his
helpless captive end up upside down.

"This is what I've been holding it up for, for DAYS," he barked, and got down on
his knees.

Although still somewhat dizzy, the Russian understood perfectly well what plan
Rashid was unfolding. NO way she was going to cooper...

"OOOUCH! GOD DAMMIT!!"

Anna screamed in pain as a thumb and index finger pinched the Horseshoe into her
flesh.

"Listen up, little bitch," Rashidís hoarse voice crackled. "You're going to do
exactly as I desire, or I grind your Harem Jewel through your cunt until it
looks like mashed tomatoes, understood?"

That was pretty clear...

With his free hand, the pasha now opened his gown, and a
fully-erected, precum-covered fat dick, the filthiest the Russian had ever seen,
appeared. It wobbled invitingly right in front of her, with a couple of big
hairy balls behind it. Not that it was a completely new perspective for Anna.
Only the *down*ward curve of the dick was really surprising at first. Mostly
they pointed *up*wards proudly whenever she got near! And usually, she loved
to be in the presence of a nice, big dick. But in her current situation,
the thing looked almost as if it was rotting, and big veins had never
appeared more sickening to her, either. Disgust was written all over her face.

Before going on, Rashid turned the Wheel upright one more time.

"And don't even *think* about attempting something stupid, or try to fool
me into believing you're not good at this, " he spat into her shocked face.
"I *know* you're one of the most experienced cocksuckers in the world,
early twenties or not! Are we communicating? Does 'mashed tomatoes' ring a bell
up there?"

He knocked his knuckles twice onto the back of Anna's skull.

Anna nodded her head in agreement, fearful eyes wide open. She certainly didn't
fancy mashed tomatoes between her legs! Thus, once upside down again, she went
to work.

Rashid moved his hips forward rhythmically, trying to enter the Russian's warm
mouth. Confused as she initially was by the unusual upside-down position, Anna
missed her target a couple of times. Precum threads ended up all over her chin
and cheeks, and dripped over her forehead to the floor.

Once he had successfully manoeuvred his cum-oozing pole inside, Rashid grabbed
her two ponytails and used them to steer her head while he continued his fucking
movements. The - indeed quite experienced - teen tried her best to apply the
techniques she had acquired over the years, which was not easy with hanging
upside down and all, and since the pasha was rather more brutal than she was
used to. He violently pulled her left ponytail to poke his dickhead into her
right cheek, then switched to the other to jab into her left one, then repeated
it, time after time, leaving thick wads of precum all over her oral cavity.

"Perfect... just perfect, hmmmm... Your girl spit and oral caressing is exactly
the medicine my poor battered dick needed, suck nurse that you are!"

Every 20 seconds or so, he pulled out and allowed the poor Russian to take
a normal breath and cough up some slime, only to immediately pound into
her again.

"Ah baby, " he panted, "that feels good, real good! It's like velvet in there,
so soft and warm... Those intelligence reports were right on! I bet you've
always been a skilled little cum-slurper, haven't you? Keep curling that tongue
around me, you're doing just fine, my Bolshevik whore."

With more and more pressure building up inside his balls (they felt much better
already!), Rashid really started get going now; he alternated between series of
softer pushes, slightly poking her cheeks outwards, interrupted with outright
throat-filling slams with his hips.

"Mmmhwhll.. S-S-sto.. gghll."

The wailing of his defenceless fucktool worked really inspiring! As he continued
the rough ride, he ground his pubic hair into her lips, seeking to hit her uvula
with the tip of his penis.

"Keep sucking, Miss Kournikova, keep working that dick!"

"Mmmggghh... Bast-gggghhh!"

The sounds of his balls slapping against her little turned up nose
resounded through the room like a metronome. Even though she genuinely tried to
add a surplus to the whole experience (she was still thinking about the
mashed tomatoes scenario), Anna couldn't do all that much, really. What
Rashid interpreted as 'curling her tongue skilfully over his dickhead', was
just his member ploughing through her mouth and pushing away anything in
its path.

It was repugnant, but whenever Anna's oral enthusiasm diminished somewhat, her
tormentor would release one ponytail to lightly brush the Harem Jewel with the
free hand. No better way to remind her of the painful reprisals in case she
wouldn't comply!

In and out his dick went, left-right-left-right... then deep into the
middle again, only to start the sequence all over.

After an awfully long couple of minutes, the pasha sensed that he was getting
close to the point of no return. With remarkable clarity of mind he commanded
his fucktoy again:

"Aaaahhh... Listen up, bitch. Pfffff... Rashid's goanna give you all he
has, real soon now. Don't dream about spilling one single drop or
swallowing before I give you clearance, UNDERSTOOD?"

Completely filled up, there was really no way for Anna to answer in the normal
way.

"Just open your hands if you understood me, whore!"

Anna opened her tightly balled fists in the restraints, indicating that she was
ready. Surprisingly, feelings of relief had the upper hand inside her. Relief
that this thoroughly debasing torture was almost over.

Not a second later (there was just *no* way to hold back longer), Rashid's dick
started a series of rapid and powerful pulses, firing copious amounts of
pasha-semen into the Russian.

"Grrraaaaahhhg!!"

The creep growled deeply, and in the heat of the moment he embraced
Anna's perspiration-covered naked body. He burried his moustache in her pussy
while he repeatedly spasmed his member into her face.

His hot milky liquid splattered around her mouth in large quantities, and she
was only barely able to keep it all in. Nearly all her skills were needed to
maintain the careful balance between sucking tight to Rashid's dick, and not
overdoing by prematurely swallowing his stuff.

In less than half a minute, the intense exercise came to a finish. The
pasha remained on his knees a few more seconds to catch his breath, then
slowly pulled out and stood up. The entire 20 cm of his dick glistened in a
mixture of girl spit and cum. He smiled at the Russian. Facing down on her,
he looked right into her flaring nostrils while she was breathing rather
heavy through her nose, in a desperate attempt to keep all his semen in her
mouth. He knew she couldn't possibly hold this much longer, as the cum would
start to seep into her nose. He didn't want to miss the next part though, so
he slowly and carefully turned the Wheel again until she straightened up.

It was a lovely sight... Anna's eyes were wide open and told the story of the
most dreadful couple of minutes of her young life in every detail. Her face was
contorted as she desperately tried to seal her lips tight. Nevertheless several
small streams of seminal fluid had leaked out. By turning her in the Wheel, they
had changed direction and one could follow their path around her face in utmost
detail.

This had to be SO delightfully humiliating! And the night had only
just started...

"Now isn't *that* a nice contrast?" Rashid panted, still recovering from
his intense orgasm. "Down there, you're the most immaculate, and up here,
you're the filthiest cum-stained little bitch around! You really unite both
worlds perfectly. Truly 'United States': 'Cleanville' in the south,
and 'Filthytown' in the north, haha!"

Anna, she just continued dripping despite the poor joke. Rashid still
hadn't given her 'clearance.'

Back on his feet again, he took a pocket torch out of his coat pocket. Before
Anna was aware of anything, he painfully clamped her jaw in his hand and forced
her mouth open. Lots of sticky stuff gulped out and trickled onto her breasts
and belly...

"Uh-aah..," she moaned in discomfort.

"A little further... yes, like that. Let's take a deeper look."

The light from the mini-torch swept quickly around Anna's oral cavity.

"Look at that fleshy tongue bathing in my delicious semen!" Rashid didn't even
have to play his enthusiasm. There were wads of his salty seed everywhere, and
her tongue looked like it was desperately trying not to drown in its own dirty
swimming pool. Can a man possibly demarcate his property more efficiently and
thoroughly? If only he would have brought his digital camera with him...

"You have my permission to swallow now," he finally commanded.

The brute released his grip and put the torch back. Anna took an amazing
and loud 'gulp', filling her belly as Rashid had promised and ordered.
She worked her jaws to check that everything was still attached and spit
out some hairs the pasha had left behind. Was this his preferred way to
prune his pubic hair?? Then, dutifully, she used her tongue to wipe some
remaining cum from her lips. No, she certainly hadn't forgotten yet about the
mashed tomatoes!

Rashid enjoyed every detail of her cum meal. Then he made a step aside, so she
could admire her current cum stained state in full glory in the mirror.

"Look at that!"

It was not funny.

It also was not the end.

"Let's put you through some more tests, shall we?"

Anna twitched when she realized her calvary wasn't over yet; she had silently
hoped Rashid had got sufficiently and satisfyingly 'even' by dumping his seminal
fluids into her intestines. Against better knowledge, considering he had
explicitly announced only minutes ago that he was not exactly an example of
fairness.

Still dizzy as she was, it didn't get fully through to her immediately.

But that quickly changed when her female alarm-system detected the warmth of a
hand near the joint of her legs. Rashid once more took the liberty to touch her;
he lightly rubbed her intimate flesh, then his fingers dug in and pulled out the
Horseshoe-ring. In total horror, Anna could only undergo passively how her
tormentor played around with it, twisting and pulling, and fondling her most
private parts with great joy. Finally he routinely detached the electrode, which
the Master Purifyer had previously attached to her nipple, from the Wheel, and
clamped it onto her jewel.

"Wha-what are you doing? G-Get that thing off me!"

The big nasty Ben-Ali was watching with interest while his master connected the
wires, smiling back at Anna like a silly chimp; he had a good seat for the
entertaining show that was imminent!

"Don't...don't act silly, now. I-I was a good girl, wasn't I?"

The Russian was clearly starting to panic, as illustrated by her
agitated breathing. Rashid didn't say a word, but with his right hand he opened
the safety cap that covered the buttons of the 'shock'-box.

"I-I'll do whatever you want. Just stop this!"

"Really? I don't know, sweetheart; me thinks you will do whatever we want you to
do, anyway," he torpedoed his victim's last glimmer of hope for mercy.

Anna gasped when he next forced two fingers of his left hand between her labia,
agonizingly slow.

"I see you dressed up nicely for the occasion. Everything easily
accessible, hehe. Just one unlucky choice: you forgot to wear your
Shock-Absorber..."

- BZZZZZZZZZ -

Together with this umpteenth feeble word game, Rashid pushed the small
red button and sent thousands of nasty electrons into Anna's most
sensitive region.

"AAAAaahhh! Ugh..."

The effect was spectacular, though not *quite* as devastating as Anna
had feared. After all, the current was not intended to cause any
permanent damage; rather, it was similar to what was used for mild electric
fence (keeping a guest's attention was all that was needed). But,
not unexpectedly, the effect was noticeably more powerful than designed
once Anna's clitoris figured as the single point of contact! The helpless
Russian screamed and went all rigid for a fraction of a second, while a flash
of white noise interrupted her eyesight. Then her body went limp, after
which the athlete needed a couple of seconds to get fully back to this
world. Rashid was more interested by another little 'side effect': the shock
caused a powerful local convulsion close to the point of attachment. Such
that Anna's love-muscle bit down on his fingers and at the same time also
shot up- and inwards. It was a very exciting feeling!

"Now isn't that neat?" he grinned, positively surprised by
his bio-electromechanical discovery. "Let's try that again!"

- BZZZZZZZZZ -

Again he pushed the button, and again Anna screamed her lungs out and her body
reacted the same way, totally straightening out momentarily.

"Hahaha! I can't wait to get hard again and slide my dick into you, so you can
treat me this way down there all night long. Yes, baby, you're gonna fuck me
like that all night and Rashid won't have to do anything else but stay inside
and push a button hahaha."

"Uuuuh..", Anna wailed.

- BZZZZZZZZZ -

Again her pussy was forced to eagerly munch his inserted fingers,
almost dragging his entire hand up.

"Yes baby, bite me! Hahaha... Are you *that* hungry after skipping one meal? And
you even got your soup, already. Don't worry though: we'll give you something
warm and meaty to eat, soon!"

Anna looked at him with bleary eyes and tried to stutter for mercy. But Rashid
paid no attention and commanded his helper:

"Ben-Ali, come over here and roll the young lady to my quarters."

Then, addressing Anna again:"I'll be right there to have some more fun with Miss
Murzik. I presume I can address you with 'Murzik', now that we meet each other
outside the professional context? If you start to get a bit cold, bare-naked
like this, then don't worry: Rashid will be right there to warm you, hahaha. But
first I'm going to produce some false clues to nicely cover this all up. We
wouldn't want His stupid Highness to find out the real story behind the
preliminary escape of his favourite, would we?"

"B-Bastard! Burn in Hell is what you will do!"

Rashid smiled back and gave Anna's fleshy cheeks a few plaguey slaps.

"That will be enough. Ben-Ali, deliver our precious cargo to your master's room,
please."

Without granting her another look, Rashid turned away and left via the door that
Anna had arrived through, leaving the enraged Russian to scream and trash at
Ben-Ali.

Screams and curses that were falling on deaf ears while she was
transported through another series of cold dark corridors, towards her new
home...



- THE END -

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