Entering the Cage

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Backstory

If you're not interested in the setup, skip down to the Spa section below. Nothing sexual happens until then.

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Riley couldn't believe her luck. She'd only been with the company for seven months and was being asked to join a few colleagues on a sales trip to the Middle East.

Her boss had barely gotten the question out when she agreed to go, nodding and smiling with excitement. Riley had never been out of the US before and had only just moved to Dallas after graduating college in her home state of Georgia.

Riley's family were devout Baptists and had tried to get her to marry. But, despite being devout in most other ways, Riley decided to work for a few years before giving over her life to being a full time wife and mother. This was her first real adventure.

The trip itself was a whirlwind of travel and meetings. She joined her boss Stewart, their ace sales guy Mack and the quiet, super-professional Sarah as they met with current and potential customers in Saudi Arabia, Qatar, and now Dubai.

As the junior member of the team, Riley had the job of setting up everything for presentations, passing out brochures and running errands between meetings. She didn't care--it was great just to be here and soak in the experience. As a bonus, they'd had a few hours here and there for some sightseeing and shopping.

The trip flew by. They were about to meet their last customer, then they'd fly home in the morning.

The group walked into the skyscraper, the icy cool air conditioning washing over them. Outside seemed impossibly hot and muggy by comparison.

Riley slipped her sunglasses into her handbag and shifted the backpack on her shy. Her back was damp with sweat from their short walk from taxi to foyer.

Stewart signed them in and a short man in a dark grey suit stepped quickly over to them.

"I am Zahir. You are very welcome to Dubai. Come, come...we will go upstairs to the conference room. They are waiting for you there."

The four of them shook hands in turn with Zahir then followed him into the elevator and down a corridor with bustling offices to conference room G. Inside, a group of about 10 people waited for them around a long conference table.

As her team introduced themselves, Riley worked with an Arab woman about her age named Farah to set up the laptop for the presentation. When everything was ready, she handed the remote to Mack and took a seat at the table.

Everyone in the room was dressed in suits or long dresses except for an Arab man at the head of the table wearing a traditional white thawb robe. He sat quietly sipping tea from an ornate teacup with a gold handle. Zahir had introduced him as Sayyid Aziz.

The woman who'd helped her sat on one side of Aziz and Zahir sat on the other. It was obvious that Aziz was the one they needed to impress.

The presentation went perfectly and the group asked her team a series of questions. Eventually the room went quiet and everyone looked at Aziz who remained silent. After nearly a minute of silence, Zahir ended the meeting and Aziz and his team left the room.

Riley packed up their laptop and Farah led the team back to reception. Farah said goodbye to each of them in turn, pausing with Riley to make eye contact as she smiled warmly.

The team had a post-mortem over lunch. They all agreed everything had gone well, but Aziz had been unreadable. They'd just need to wait and see.

They had an early flight home tomorrow, so they had a quiet dinner and headed back to their hotel bar for a nightcap. While the bar setting made her uncomfortable, she liked that the bars here catered to non-drinkers and ordered a juice mocktail.

Midway through their first drink, Zahir arrived.

"Good to see you all again. Perhaps I can chat privately with you Stewart--for just a few moments?"

"Of course."

Zahir led Stewart over to a quiet corner in the bar.

"This seems good...right, Mack?" Riley asked.

"Maybe. Definitely a power move..."

Sarah sipped her drink, watching them intently.

"It's...odd. But some of the business leaders here are a bit eccentric and do things their own way," Sarah's voice trailed off.

A few minutes later, Stewart came back red faced and asked Riley to join him and Zahir. Riley was surprised wondering why they wanted to talk to her--she was the helper not the deal maker.

Riley walked with Stewart to what turned out to be a dining room that was closed for the night, its tables set and ready for tomorrow but devoid of guests.

Stewart spoke quickly as they walked.

"They have a proposition for you that's very inappropriate but worth a lot of money. I told him you weren't interested, but he insisted on speaking to you himself. Just say no and we'll fly home tomorrow. I wouldn't even have let him talk to you, but he threatened not to consider doing business with us if I didn't. So, just listen, say no and we're good. Ok?"

Riley swallowed. She'd heard crazy stories about Dubai. Her stomach dropped as she imagined the worst.

"Ok. Listen and go."

Stewart closed the door behind them.

Zahir was sitting at one of the tables. He stood as they got near and smiled broadly at Riley.

"Thank you for talking with me. I trust Stewart has already advised you not to consider my offer. But, please take just a few minutes to hear me out." He gestured towards the chairs across from him.

Riley and Stewart sat down without saying a word.

"I don't wish to waste your time, so I'll be direct. Sayyid Aziz has taken a liking to you. He wants you to be a guest at one of his villas for eight weeks. You'll receive $2000 per day and he'll pay for everything and shower you with comforts and gifts during your stay." Zahir smiled warmly as he spoke reminding Riley of the guy she bought her car from.

"Now tell her the catch."

Zahir's smile dropped for a second then returned. He looked less comfortable than before.

"It's kind of a modelling job...you'd be required to have photos and videos taken during your stay and to meet our doctor each morning. There'd be some mandatory activities and some optional ones. But, you'd have the option to say no to any of the optional ones."

Riley went crimson with embarrassment. She'd had a very religious upbringing and always dressed very conservatively. Her most revealing outfit was a long one piece swimsuit.

"Is this...some kind of porn thing?" she asked haltingly.

"Not at all. Sayyid Aziz and his friends like to compete by collecting beautiful things. This is part of what they do."

Stewart turned to Riley, "just say no. It's good money...but bad in every other way."

"So...it's $100,000 for some...uh...pictures and stuff. But, nothing I don't want to do?"

"$112,000. But, yes."

She looked at Stewart. He'd been great to her since day one--almost like a dad in how he looked after her at work. She didn't want him to think she was a slut. Her mind raced--her parents and the people at church would be horrified she was even considering this.

Riley looked down at her hands. She was clenching and unclenching them. Her stomach churned. How bad could it be?

"If I say yes...when would it start?"

"Immediately. I have a car waiting. Here is a contract...take some time to review it. If you're happy--sign. If not, I'll leave you as a friend."

Zahir smiled slightly. He placed a document on the table and set a pen on top of it. He stood and left the room, leaving Stewart and Riley alone in the empty dining room.

Riley picked up the papers. It was more like a set of rules than a normal contract. It described living in the villa...meeting daily with a doctor for consults...having her outfits selected for her...she could keep her cell phone, but its camera would be disabled--which was both reassuring and strange...there would be CCTV everywhere...a personal assistant would be assigned to her to get whatever she needed...her company would be reimbursed with her salary and expected to give her paid leave and her company would win the sale they'd come here to get.

She looked at Stewart. "Did you see this part about the sale?"

"Yes. I'm ok to walk away without it. We didn't come here to sell you out. Just say no and we'll go home."

"Why did they include that?"

"They wanted me to help talk you into this. But, I refused."

Riley's head spun. Was she brought on this trip with something like this in mind? Aziz could have found plenty of women for $100k...why her?

She'd only had sex a few times with a college boyfriend. She figured sex would be involved in this somehow...but maybe not? Maybe Aziz was just some voyeur who wanted to dress her up and watch? She doubted it. A hundred grand would be an amazing down payment on a house...it would be such a step forward saving years...

The door opened and Zahir entered. Riley picked up the pen and signed the document. He just smiled in return.

"A good choice, Riley. Go get your things and meet me in the lobby. I'll escort you to the villa when you're ready."

Riley stood up and headed out of the room. She heard the men talking low behind her, but couldn't make out what they were saying.

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It only took Riley about 15 minutes to pack. She'd put most things into her case earlier so she wouldn't have to rush in the morning.

Zahir was waiting for her in the lobby. Stewart and the team were nowhere to be seen--the bar had emptied out, leaving only a few guests drinking quietly.

Zahir took her bag and led her to a large black car parked outside the door. He put her suitcase into the trunk and sat next to her in the back seat. He said something to the driver in Arabic and the car pulled away.

"You may speak freely. He does not know English."

"Where are we going?"

"Just over the border in Oman. There is a small village called Al Haffa. It is not far. An hour perhaps."

Riley nodded. She watched as the city shifted from skyscrapers to houses. In the distance, everything was dark apart from the traffic on the freeway.

"How does...this...all work?"

"The house where you will stay will have everything you need. There is a small staff there who will cook and clean and protect you. You'll have a brief doctors visit each morning and Farah from the meeting will be at the house all the time. If you need anything, she will get it for you. She will guide you through everything."

"Can I leave the house?"

"Of course. You're not a prisoner--you're a guest. There are two security men at the villa at all times and they can drive you anywhere you need. The area is very traditional, so you'll need to wear an abaya outside the property and be escorted by a man when we leave the property."

Riley nodded and swallowed. She'd be like a bird in a fancy cage. The more she learned, the more uncertain she felt.

The car was now well outside the city and it was dark everywhere off the road. The lights of Dubai were fading behind them.

Riley sat quietly. Her mind spun thinking and guessing about what would happen to her. Was this a huge mistake?

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Eventually they arrived in the seaside village. The main area had a mix of shops and restaurants. The villa was on the edge of the village in a group of about 20 almost identical mini compounds. Each was surrounded by a ten foot high concrete wall with well lit gates in the centre.

Their car drove to the gate and it opened for them. They drove inside and parked in the garden. Inside the compound was a well manicured mix of trees and plants.

Riley and Zahir stepped out of the car. He said something to the driver in Arabic. The driver opened the trunk and carried Riley's bag inside.

Farah came out of the house, smiling warmly at Riley.

"It is good to see you again."

Farah stepped forward and hugged her.

Riley was thrilled to see a familiar face. "Zahir said you'd be here."

"I'll be staying here with you--available at all times to help you during your stay."

The driver emerged from the house and stood nearby.

"Now. One final thing before I go. I need your phone. We'll clone it and have the new phone ready for you at breakfast."

Riley remembered something about that in the contract. But, it still felt like she was giving away her only link to the outside world. Reluctantly, she handed it to Zahir.

"Very good. There is a kind of welcome ceremony tomorrow evening. I will see you there. Until then, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Farah led Riley into the house as Zahir drove away. She heard the gate close behind him.

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Farah gave her a quick tour of the villa. In addition to all the normal rooms she expected, there was an indoor spa, a security room manned by a guard 24x7, a medical room, theatre, games room, several living rooms and a sunroom. She ended the tour at Riley's room which was like a hotel suite complete with its own kitchenette, living room, bathroom and an almost empty but humongous closet. Her suitcase was sitting just outside the closet door.

"While you're here as our guest, there will be at least one person available for whatever you need--any time day or night. You'll see these tablets in most rooms in the house."

Farah picked up a small tablet from a table.

"Push the top button labelled 'service' if you want anything to eat or drink or need something cleaned or want something like a towel or soap or whatever. The other button has my name on it. Anything else that you need or if you need to leave the compound, push it and I'll help. When you get your phone back in the morning, you'll have Zahir's number if you need anything I can't help you with."

Riley nodded. She'd never been anyplace like this before and has never had people available like this.

"You have access to almost every room in the villa. Access is controlled by facial recognition and you're now set up with access to all but a handful of rooms."

"So I can just go...wherever?"

"Yes. Feel free to explore. But, tomorrow will be a busy day, so you should get some rest. Is there anything I can do for you before I say goodnight?"

"No. Thanks. I just need to get used to it all."

Farah smiled slightly. "Of course. This will be a different experience for you. Goodnight."

Farah left, closing the door behind her.

Riley explored her suite. There was a dressing table with tons of makeup and perfumes. The closet had a few chunky soft robes and some slippers but was otherwise empty. She had a small fridge and a liquor cabinet that had a mix of sodas, juices and alcohol as well as a few snacks.

She looked at the tablet. In addition to the two buttons, there were controls for the room temperature and lights as well as controls for the window blinds. It also had a voice assistant and an option to view CCTV from the gardens and the front gate.

She opened a chest of drawers and nearly fell over in surprise. All four drawers were full of sex toys. Riley wasn't very experienced, but she wasn't naive. Even so, she only recognised about 1/4 of the contents. The small vibrator she had at home seemed very basic and tame compared to this collection. She closed the drawer and decided to call it a night.

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She woke up the next morning to a gentle knock at her door.

"Come in?"

The door opened and a woman dressed in a crisp white uniform entered the room, pushing a room service cart. She smiled and bobbed her head in greeting as she moved the cart to a small table near the kitchenette then set out everything on the table for Riley--leaving silver covers over three plates to keep the food warm. Then the woman left, saying something cheerful sounding in Arabic.

Riley got out of bed and sat at the table. There was a choice of everything from cereal and croissants to pancakes, eggs and sausage. There was also tea, coffee and a few juices to choose from. Amidst everything was her new phone.

As she ate, she sent an email to her folks telling them her trip had been extended. The phone was the latest model--newer than hers--but some of her apps were missing and the camera didn't work. But, at least the WiFi was good.

It was nearly 10:30am. She couldn't believe she'd slept so late. But, she had no idea what time she'd arrived last night.

She quickly showered and got dressed then stepped outside her room and found Farah waiting for her in a nearby armchair.

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Farah stood up and smiled warmly at her. She was dressed in an expensive looking white suit with a long skirt and carrying a large tablet.

"We have a lot to do today to get you ready for the event tonight." She looked Riley up and down and nodded to herself. "Follow me."

She led Riley through the house to a closed door with a green plus sign on the door, like a hospital symbol. Farah knocked twice on the door and stepped back slightly.

The door opened and a middle aged woman in glasses wearing a white coat and headscarf was inside.

"This is Dr Najdi. She'll be examining you every day and will take care of any medical needs you have while you're here."

"Come in, Riley."

Riley stepped in and was surprised to see a fully equipped exam room.

The doctor had Riley sit and proceeded to ask her dozens of questions, typing notes into her laptop. They started with standard medical history questions then shifted to diet, exercise and then covered every sexual practice Riley could imagine.

Riley didn't have much to tell her. She'd had one sexual partner--her only serious boyfriend and they'd only been together a few times. She didn't own any sex toys. She tried to eat healthy and exercise regularly and didn't drink and hadn't used drugs that weren't prescribed.

The medical exam was a mix of routine and strange. Dr. Najdi then took a blood sample and weighed her before having her undress. The doctor weighed her, then meticulously took her measurements including her shoe size.

She then had Riley lay back on the table and place her feet in the stirrups. The doctor gave her a thorough gynaecological type of exam, but seemed to take much longer than normal and used several instruments Riley's other doctors had never used on her.

She finished by inserting what looked like a slightly conical dildo with an instrument panel on the back. She inserted it deep into her and then Riley felt it expand. Unbeknownst to Riley, the doctor was measuring her tightness.

The exam ended after a cursory rectal exam and a shot that the doctor said was vitamins B and D.

Dr. Najdi set a small plastic container onto her desk. "I just need a urine sample, then we're done. There's a toilet across the hall."

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Farah met Riley after the exam and had her change into an abaya matching her own. Then the two got into the waiting car in front of the villa and drove the short distance into town.

"We need to get you an outfit for tonight and we can pick up a few things for you. Your business clothes aren't really needed here. After, we can have lunch in town or return to the villa if you prefer."

"Lunch out might be nice."

Riley looked out at the rough countryside. The road was near the sea, but apart from the handful of vacation homes she'd seen last night, there wasn't much around. It looked like there were a few ranches maybe, but nothing more.

After a short drive, they were in the village. The driver pulled up outside of a dress shop with various outfits tastefully displayed in its front windows. Riley could see maybe a dozen other shops as well as a supermarket.

The driver stepped out and opened the doors for the women.

Inside they were greeted by two glamorously dressed women. They were led out of the front area with racks of clothing into a back area that reminded Riley of a wedding dress store complete with a small, well-lit stage area, lots of mirrors and a few changing booths. One of the women closed the door behind them and began speaking to Farah rapidly in Arabic and nodding at her replies.