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Arab Slave 
by Kinara in Thorns (1997)

***

A young American woman becomes lost in Zanzibar only to 
be held against her will and then sold into painful 
slavery. (M+/F, nc, rp, intr, oral, anal, bd)

***

Janie was lost. She had been wandering up and down the 
little alleyways of this infernal city for hours now. 
She had been pawed at by scab covered beggars lying in 
the streets, robbed by a little street urchin of her 
purse, which contained her wallet, passport and Visa, 
AND she was hot, thirsty, and very tired. If she could 
just find a main street and ask someone who spoke 
English where the Embassy was, she'd be happy. Turning 
a corner, she almost walked into a man dressed in 
exquisite colorful silks. 

"I beg your pardon!" she exclaimed. 

"No, let me beg yours," the man replied in perfect 
English. "You appear to be lost, my lady." 

"Oh thank god you speak my language!" Janie said, 
relieved. "Yes, I'm dreadfully lost! Can you tell me 
where the American Embassy is?" 

"I can take you there myself," said the man bowing. 
"But first, please come into my shop and have a glass 
of refreshing cold tea. You look tired and hot, and the 
Embassy is a good walk from here." He pointed to an 
open doorway that seemed to lead into a small carpet 
shop. Janie nodded, and followed him in. 

Inside, a small fan was cooling the air, and the man 
pointed to a couple plush pillows on the floor in front 
of it. 

"Please, have a seat. My name is Rashid. I will fetch 
you the drink." 

Janie told the man her name, and thanked him. He 
disappeared through a doorway in the back, and Janie 
sank down into the comforting pillows and closed her 
eyes. 

She opened them when Rashid brought her the glass of 
tea. She sipped from it and told him her troubles. 
Halfway through, she realized that there was something 
wrong. Her voice sounded blurred, and her sight was 
getting fuzzy. Rashid's face was smiling as it swam in 
and out of her view. Before she lost consciousness, she 
thought to herself, "I've been drugged! What else can 
go wrong now?" 

When Janie awoke, she felt very alienated. Then she 
remembered Rashid, and the tea. With a strangled cry, 
she tried to sit up, only to find that her wrists and 
ankles had been tied. She looked around and saw that 
she was lying in a dim storeroom, on a couple sacks of 
what appeared to be flour. She struggled, trying to 
free herself, but to no avail. Then the door to the 
room opened, and Rashid walked in. He smiled at her. 

"Awake already? Good. Now, there is no point in 
screaming, because you are now in a section of our city 
that does not permit free foreigners. So no-one will 
care." 

"Why am I here?" Janie asked in a trembling voice. "Are 
you going to ask for a ransom?" 

Rashid threw his head back and laughed, baring his 
pearl white teeth. "No, my dear, we can get so much 
more for you from the wealthy sultanates, than we could 
from your family or government... White Americans are a 
rare and valuable commodity here." 

Janie's eyes widened in horror, "You're going to SELL 
me to some rich man? You Bastard!" 

Rashid smiled again. "I'd watch your language if I were 
you," he said slowly. "Your new master might decide to 
have your tongue removed...after all, it isn't your 
talk he will want from you." 

Janie gasped in horror but said nothing. She knew 
enough of this Mid-Eastern culture to know that what 
Rashid said was not an idle threat. She turned her head 
away from him and fought the tears of despair. Rashid 
leaned over and cut the binds on her feet. 

"Come with me now. We must get you prepared." 

After her "preparation" which consisted of removing her 
clothes and having her naked body oiled down by several 
old women, her hands were rebound, and she was lead out 
into a small courtyard with a small square stage in the 
middle. The courtyard was full of Arabs, milling about, 
waiting for the next bidding to start. They whistled in 
appreciation as Janie was led up upon the stage. Her 
hands were pulled up high above her head and fastened 
to a metal bar that was built up out of the stage. 

She saw the greedy looks on the faces around her and 
closed her eyes, her body shaking with shame and 
revulsion. Then the bidding started. Rashid egged the 
crowd on, pulling at her nipples to demonstrate how 
supple they were, pulling her legs apart and letting 
the bidders tug at her pubic hair, and poke their dirty 
fingers into her cunt. 

After about a half hour of demonstration and bidding, a 
final bid was reached, and Janie was untied from the 
bar, and led down off the stage, and off into a small 
room with her purchaser. 

The man who had bought her was fat and smelled of 
spice. He eagerly counted off the bills and gave them 
to Rashid who pocketed the money, smiling. Then Rashid 
left the room, leaving Janie with her hated owner. To 
her surprise, this Arab also spoke English. 

"Ah what a beauty you are! My son will be most pleased 
with you." he said, running a course hand down across 
Janie's breast. She trembled at the touch, and tried to 
turn away. The Arab caught her arm and threw her up 
against the wall. 

"It is good you have some spirit in you" he hissed into 
the girl's face. "My son wanted a spirited girl that he 
could break himself." Then he laughed. 

"Come then, we shall go to my estates." He threw a 
coarse cotton cloak over Janie's naked body, and 
directed her out to where his caravan waited. He 
bundled her into one of the compartments and directed 
several women to fix her up. Janie couldn't understand 
what was being said, because he talked in Arabic, but 
the women immediately pulled her over and started 
applying makeup to her face, and perfuming her cunt 
with a powdered mixture than smelled of sandalwood. 


PART TWO 
========

The ride was bumpy and long, but at last the Caravan 
stopped. The Arab pulled Janie out and into a large 
building. She barely had the chance to glimpse upon 
several exquisite and large gardens surrounding the 
house, before entering it. 

She was led to a large room with marble floors and 
walls, but hardly any furniture. There, the Arab rang a 
bell twice and waited. Soon cam the soft padding steps 
and around the corner came a young handsome man with 
dark brooding eyes. He looked at the naked white woman 
and at his smiling father, then broke out into a grin 
himself. 

"Father! Is she all mine?" he asked in a perfect 
English accent. He clapped his hands together in glee 
and walked up to Janie to inspect her. 

"What is your name?" He asked her. 

"Janie" she replied defiantly. 

"Oh an American! How charming..." He turned to his 
father and bowed, "Thank you, father for this gracious 
gift!" 

"Janie, you must come with me..." The young man turned 
and started to walk away. Janie followed, and his 
father called out, "Hessian... she was expensive, so do 
not be too rough, eh?" 

Janie shuddered at those words, "too rough" and 
followed the boy down a long corridor and into a room. 
He shut it behind her and locked it. Then he stared at 
her and smiled. 

"You American women feel that you are the equals of 
men?" 

Janie wasn't sure if she was supposed to answer, so she 
just nodded. 

"In my country, you are anything the men want you to 
be... a wife, a lover, a plaything, a drudge worker, 
something that can be killed without a moment's 
hesitation. I suppose my talking like this angers you?" 

Janie nodded again. Hessian sat on a large pile of 
cushions and laughed. 

"I attended school at Oxford for four years, and during 
those four years, I met and talked to many American as 
well as British women. They all believed that they were 
the equals to men. I wanted to prove them wrong, but... 
well, let's just say that I wanted to remain in school 
even more. But now I have my own American slave to do 
what I wish with... I shall enjoy myself." 

Janie trembled where she stood. 

"I'm having a party for my friends tonight, and I think 
you shall be the guest of honor...But before that, I 
shall sample you for myself." 

With that, Hessian stood up and walked over to her. He 
threw off the cloak, and unbound her wrists. He ran his 
hands over her breasts, and then down across her flat 
stomach. Without a warning, he thrust his fist into her 
stomach. Janie cried out in pain and doubled over onto 
her knees. Hessian laughed, and slipped out of his 
silks. He came around behind her and knelt on the 
floor. Forcing her head down to the ground with one 
hand, he guided his hard cock into her cunt with the 
other. 

She screamed at the penetration, and struggled to get 
free. Hessian just drove in deeper and harder. He 
released her head and groped under her for her breast 
which he squeezed hard. She lunged upwards and managed 
to throw Hessian off her. Then, sobbing, she tried to 
crawl away. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her 
to her feet. His cock was still rigid, glistening with 
her juices. 

"Little spitfire," he gasped as he brought his hand 
down hard across her face. He pushed her against the 
wall and managed to get her hands secured in the 
fetters that hung there. Now chained to the wall, Janie 
could just kick, which she tried to do. Hessian caught 
a leg, hoisted it up, and chained it to a third cuff 
hanging on the wall. Now her cunt was exposed. He 
stepped back to observe her. 

Janie struggled but finally stopped, panting. She felt 
so vulnerable with her wrists high above her head, and 
her leg chained as high as it would go. 

"You, bastard!" She hissed. 

Hessian pulled a short riding crop from it's place 
mounted on the wall. He walked over to her and rubbed 
it against her open cunt. "Does that feel nice, bitch?" 
He raised it above his head, and brought it down on her 
tits. The crop left a thin vibrant red line across both 
breasts. Janie screamed. He hit her again, across the 
stomach, then again across her cunt. 

Soon her cries grew horse, but he kept beating her with 
the crop, his cock very hard. Finally, when she slumped 
over in a faint, he stopped and cleaned his crop of her 
blood. Taking a chain collar from a drawer, he clipped 
it shut around her pale neck. Then he unbound her and 
carried her limp body to his bed.

Janie regained consciousness in a few minutes, and 
found her self lying on her stomach across a large 
pillow, her wrists tied to the bed posts, and her ass 
jutting upwards. Hessian brought his hand down across 
her pale ass, and she yelped. 

"Now, my feisty little slave... You didn't like it when 
I tried to fuck you one way, let's see how you like 
this." 

He parted her ass cheeks, and she felt the head of his 
cock come up against her anus. She moaned, knowing what 
was about to follow. He shoved in hard, and the pain 
was unbearable. Her body bucked and writhed under him. 
He kept thrusting in and out of her tight ass until she 
started to beg for him to stop. He laughed and pushed 
in harder and faster, grinding into her delicate ass 
until he finally came. Then he pulled out and left the 
room, leaving her tied to the bed. Janie cried herself 
into exhaustion, and soon fell asleep. 

It was dark when she was shaken awake by a dark servant 
girl. There were five of them surrounding the bed where 
she lay bound. They untied her, and led her into a 
bathing room where they proceeded to wash the blood and 
semen from her naked body, muttering in a language 
Janie could not understand, as they gently soaped her 
wounds. 

After the bath, she was dried, powdered, and perfumed 
once again. Then she was instructed to put on some silk 
clothes that barely covered her chest and her crotch 
and ass. A leash was attached to the chain collar 
around her neck, and she was led out and down a dark 
corridor to a larger room. There, lounging in a pile of 
cushions, was the hated Hessian. He smiled when he saw 
them enter. 

"Oh good! You are ready before my guests have arrived." 

He dismissed the servant girls, then led Janie out into 
the garden. It was beautiful, and so large. The fresh 
delicate scents of flowers wafted to her nose on the 
breeze. Most of the Garden looked like a large forest, 
with a tangle of trees and bushes. There was also an 
exquisitely sculpted swimming pool, shaped like a swan. 
The pool was lit, casting an eerie blue light across 
the rows of exotic flowers and plants surrounding it. 
Everywhere, hanging from the branches of trees were 
little lanterns, and lamps. Janie sighed at the beauty. 

"You like our garden, eh? Well, go out and explore it. 
Seek out some good hiding places while you have the 
chance." Hessian said, removing the leash from her 
chain. 

"Hiding places?" Janie asked, suddenly feeling a chill 
move up her spine. 

Hessian laughed, "Yes, we are going to play a little 
game at my party tonight. We will be the hunters, and 
you will be the prey. Ah, I hear the door gong 
sounding. My guests are arriving. Better hurry up." 

With that, Hessian turned and walked back inside. Janie 
took a deep breath and stared wild eyed around her. The 
garden was no longer delightful. She was about to be 
hunted like a wild animal, and she didn't want to even 
think of what they'd do to her once they caught her. 
She started to run towards the thick trees. 


PART THREE
==========

Her bare feet hurt as she ran on branches and rocks, 
but that didn't stop her. Already she could hear the 
excited voices calling to each other in the garden. 
They had wasted no time in commencing their brutal 
game. Janie dove into a thick bush and crouched there, 
very still, her heart beat throbbing wildly. She heard 
Hessian laughing, then the sound of footsteps coming 
very close to her. 

Suddenly a voice cried out, and she was dragged from 
the bushes. Her captor was shouting for the others to 
come, but she tore away from his clutches, ripping the 
silks that covered her chest. He lunged at the naked 
breasts, laughing, but she managed to dodge him, and 
duck into the thick underbrush. Now the chase was on. 

Branches clawed into her soft skin as she stumbled 
through them. The men were yelling and very close 
behind. Finally, as she thought her lungs would burst, 
she tripped over a rock, and tumbled over, rolling on 
the ground till she smashed up against the trunk of a 
tree. Then they were on top of her, tearing the 
remaining silks from her trembling body. 

She felt hands pulling at her, touching her over her 
whole body as she struggled to break free. Her hands 
were pulled up above her head, and her legs were pulled 
so far apart, she thought her ass would split. Someone 
forced a cock down her throat so she gagged, and 
another cock was thrust up her cunt.

Fingers reamed her delicate and still sore ass, and her 
breasts were slapped. She tried to scream, but it 
couldn't come out. Instead she was brutally fucked in 
every hole, over and over again, by so many different 
people. Finally, they let go of her arms and legs, but 
she was too exhausted to move. 

One of them hoisted her up to her knees, grabbed her 
hair and pulled her head back, so her face was exposed. 
She moaned and closed her eyes, refusing to look at 
their sneering faces. She felt fingers digging in her 
mouth, forcing her lips apart and her jaws open. Then 
she felt and tasted the stream of liquid hitting her 
tongue. 

She gasped and spluttered, but her captor held her head 
tight, and kept her mouth open, forcing her to swallow. 
Someone had just pissed in her mouth. She retched, then 
threw up all over the ground. The man let her go and 
stood around her with the others, jeering, kicking, and 
laughing. 

She was forced to lick her way up one man's legs and 
then lick his balls before he beat her back down on the 
ground. She had to start over again, until she was 
finally allowed to suck his cock. As he got more and 
more excited, he grabbed her head and started to fuck 
her mouth, shoving in hard and deep. When he came, it 
was an explosion in the back of her throat. She 
swallowed quickly so she wouldn't vomit again. 

Then it was the next man's turn. He made her kneel on 
the ground with her ass in the air. Then he mounted her 
like a dog, and thrust his huge cock in her ass. She 
groaned with the pain, and grunted each time he thrust. 
Another made her suck his cock as she was being reamed 
from behind. The rest of the men shouted and jeered, 
jerking off in her face, or whipping her flesh with 
sticks. 

Then Hessian said something to the crowd of guests, and 
they produced a rope. They pulled Janie up to her feet, 
tied the rope around one foot, threw it around the 
branch of a tree, and hauled her up, so that she 
dangled there upside-down by her foot. They tied her 
other foot to another rope, and secured that to the 
tree branch as well, tying it so that the two ropes 
pulled her legs apart. They left her like that while 
they went off to get drinks and food. 

When they came back, they had a frightened servant girl 
with them. She was ordered to strip, and stand in front 
of Janie so her cunt was just inches away from Janie's 
mouth. Then Hessian ordered Janie to lick the girl's 
cunt. 

"No." Janie replied. "You can't make me do that, you 
twisted bastard." 

Hessian just smiled. He said a few words to his 
friends. Three of them grinned, came forward and 
started to whip Janie's cunt with thin sticks. They 
whistled through the air as they came down on her 
delicate exposed cunt. She screamed and writhed against 
the tree. 

"Lick her," Hessian ordered again. The sticks came down 
again, drawing blood. Janie started to lick the 
trembling girl's cunt, darting her tongue up and down 
the slit, probing her soft flesh deeper and deeper into 
the vagina. The servant girl shuddered with the 
pleasure. The sticks came down again, making Janie 
shriek into the girl's cunt. 

"Suck her clit hard." Hessian ordered. "Make her come." 

Janie obliged, grabbing the girl's ass and pushing her 
into her face, she got her lips around the clitoris and 
sucked. She flicked her tongue up and down the clitoris 
until the servant girl screamed and gushed into Janie's 
face. The men cheered. 

Janie was brought down from the tree and her feet were 
untied. 
She wondered what other horrors they had in mind for 
her tonight. She didn't have to wonder for long. 
Hessian had just fitted his servant girl with a strap-
on studded cock. They made Janie lick the plastic 
obscene thing while the servant girl stood there and 
watched. Then Janie was made to kneel down again, with 
her ass in the air. The servant girl was made to mount 
her, shoving the strap-on cock into Janie's cunt. 
Hessian whipped the servant girl's ass to make her 
thrust harder and faster. 

Janie screamed with the pain to her already ripped up 
cunt, but still the servant girl thrust. Several cocks 
bumped into Janie's face, and she was forced to suck 
them one after the other, as hot come splashed in her 
face. Then, despite her pain, Janie started to feel 
hot. The friction of the strap-on in her cunt was too 
much, and she shrieked as she finally came, then 
collapsed in a faint. 

Hours later, when she woke up, she found that she had 
been bathed and put to bed, her hands chained to the 
bed posts. She shuddered when she thought of all she 
had to endure at that party, and at the things she 
would have to endure in the future as well. Would there 
be no release from this life as a slave? Could she 
never escape? As she drifted slowly off to sleep again, 
she vowed she would get her revenge on Hessian, and 
that Rashid as well... But that would be in a different 
story. 

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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