Accidental Harem Slave Ch 01

Being relatively short but in excellent shape, I somehow got my high school girlfriend, Heidi, to agree to marry me right after college. She was popular and the head cheerleader and I never knew why she liked me, but I sure didn't mind. I put her on a pedestal; she was so beautiful, and I worshipped the ground she walked on. She is a stunning, petite blonde, 5'4" tall and 100 lbs, with the hottest figure you have ever seen, and she was short enough that I did not feel intimidated since I am only 5'5". She came from a very religious family, and we had never had sex as we were waiting on our wedding day to consummate our marriage. Heidi worked through college as a fitness model and even did part-time ballerina stints with several large ballet companies in Southern California. She wanted to be a full-time ballerina but was told her breasts were too big and that she should get a breast reduction since D-cup boobs on such a petite frame were considered too "sexual" for a prima ballerina. Fortunately, she decided not to do that. Instead of pursuing a professional career in ballet, she agreed to marry me and move to the Middle East, where I was sent by the company I signed with after college. We decided to have a destination wedding in Dubai since it was an exotic location, and having inherited a modest amount of money, I could now pay for it.

We flew to Dubai with the wedding party and checked into a fancy, huge hotel. We had a fantastic wedding that lasted through the night, and we were so tired (and tipsy) that we crashed into our huge suite in our wedding clothes and slept until almost noon. The idea of consummating the marriage had to wait until our second night, and I was extremely bummed when I woke up and had to think about having to wait another 12 hours to enjoy Heidi's fantastic body. She said she had shaved her pussy hair into a unique slender landing strip for our honeymoon night, and I couldn't wait to see it, so I was bummed. However, we had reservations at another resort, a short plane ride away. Our travel agent, Hamid, back in New York, had set up for us, so we had to get up, dressed, and get on a plane quickly. Hamid had assured us that this place would give us unrivaled service and privacy fit for a fantastic honeymoon, so I was looking forward to getting there. Heidi wouldn't even let me see her naked in the shower, saying she wanted to save it for tonight, so I complied. However, from what I had seen of her in her bikinis when she would do modeling shows back home, I could only imagine how hot it would be when I could see the whole tamale.

We left for our new destination, and after a short plane ride, we arrived, and it was beautiful. A limo took us to the hotel, and the driver asked us if we had been sent by Hamid. We affirmed we had and that we were the couple from Final Destination Travels. Hamid smiled knowingly and said he would be happy to take us to our hotel, where he said we would find it quite surprising.

Arriving on the hotel grounds was truly amazing, as it was a tropical oasis in the middle of a desert. The doorman and staff were dressed in traditional Middle Eastern dress, as one might have seen at the height of the Ottoman Empire, which was a cool touch. The room was incredible, and the beach out the window was perfect. Our butler told us that each honeymoon suite had a private beach that he would escort us to wherever we wished, and Heid was so excited she wanted to go right away, so we put on our suits (still no pussy shot), and we were escorted to the beach.

It was apparent when Heidi took off her coverup that she wanted to drive me crazy before our first night of sex as she wore the tiniest bikini imaginable with her incredibly hot body virtually naked except for the strip covering her newly coiffured pussy and perky nipples. Although I was hard already, I steeled myself to wait another few hours for what was going to be, no doubt, the most amazing fuck of the century. After we had been served drinks, we fell asleep in the sun only to be awakened two hours later by several official-looking men in uniforms all around us. I was startled, as was Heidi, and we sat up. She covered herself with her coverup as I asked what the problem was. The men had guns on their hips, wore leather boots, and looked very stern. The guy who seemed to be in charge told me that we were under arrest.

"What the fuck!" I yelled. "What is this all about?"

The man replied that perhaps there was a misunderstanding. Still, he needed our full cooperation in the meantime, or there could be serious consequences, like being jailed in a foreign country. He said he wanted to inform me that there was no American embassy in this area since the region was a small, completely independent Arab country, and thus, there was no reading of rights since we were not in the US. He said there were two issues. One was that Heidi had broken the law by wearing such a revealing bikini, and two, there seemed to be contraband found by the maid in our room. I was shocked, and we were both cuffed and led to a waiting van. I asked if we could go to our room and change, but he said there would be no need for that and that clothes would be provided as necessary.

My mind was whirling. Here I was, one minute on an oasis beach with the hottest blonde ever, whom I had just married and was going to fuck in a few hours, and now I was cuffed in a police car with my wife, taken to a different car, and now we were on the way to who knows where a police station in a foreign country. I never felt so helpless, and what is worse, I couldn't help my new bride, whom I last saw being pushed along roughly by an officer, her coverup having come open. Her gorgeous body was now revealed as three officers grabbed her, one by the hair, and shoved her roughly into the other van. After a two-hour drive into what looked like the desert at the end of the world, we came to a large concrete building with barred windows all around and drove into a portico, where I was removed and taken to a cell. I asked about Heidi, and they said she would be along shortly but put in a different cell in the women's area. I asked for a lawyer, and the guard just laughed. Not a good sign, I thought.

About an hour later I was taken, still in my swimsuit, down a long hall and into a dark room that looked somewhat like a courtroom. Heidi was brought in as well, still in her coverup, but she looked okay but clearly scared and worried. They sat her next to me on a wooden bench, and we started talking.

I told her to remain calm and be as nice as possible since we had done nothing wrong. I said that if she would just apologize, saying we had no idea there was a dress code for the beach, then surely they would let us go.

A man in a long robe entered the room and ascended up into the judge's chair and seated himself and looked at us sternly.

He looked at one of the court officials and told him, "Read the charge against the American couple, Heidi and George Jameson, from New York, USA.". The man stepped forward and read the charges.

On the day in question, the American couple, the Jamesons, were seen on the public beach with the wife in a scandalous state of dress in direct violation of our sacred laws".

Multiple telescopic shots of Heidi were portrayed on an overhead projector showing her in her butt floss bikini, which, even though considering the circumstances, still caused my dick to twitch and balls to tingle just looking at all the poses they caught her in.

The man went on to state, "Due to the direct inconsiderate violation of our laws, we instituted a search of the couple's hotel room, as they clearly demonstrated themselves to be an arrogant American couple who were disrespectfully disregarding our sacred laws, so we knew they would likely be in violation of other laws, hence our search. As we suspected, our police dogs found contraband consisting of marijuana".

I looked at Heidi, and she looked away, avoiding my gaze. I had told her to leave that at home when she had mentioned bringing it, saying she was so nervous about losing her virginity and thought it would help relax her. I could not believe it! She stupidly brought it anyway.

"Where the fuck was that?" I whispered to her.

"I hid it in the lining of my cosmetics box," she said. The dogs must have smelled it.

We were screwed!

The judge then looked at us as if he was angry. He asked the court officer to come over and started murmuring under his breath to the guy. I could barely hear him, but I heard him say something like, "Did he see the photos of the infidel bitch?" to which the guy nodded affirmatively. I could not believe he had just called my wife an "infidel bitch. This was going to be far worse than I had even imagined. He then murmured something else hard to make out, but I did hear, "Did he like... yada, yada,......" The man again nodded affirmatively. He was asking if someone else had seen the photos of Heidi taken as evidence with a telescopic lens.

The judge then turned to us and told us to stand to hear the sentence.

"The sentence? What about a trial?" I blurted out.

The judge immediately yelled at me, "The infidel boy will hold his tongue, or it will be cut out!"!

I realized I needed not to argue, or it would be worse. While he was murmuring to the officer, I told Heidi, "Look, I don't know what is going to happen here, but it could be harmful. Whatever happens, we need to stay alive and healthy and wait for help to come. Do whatever they tell you when they separate us. I love you, and I will work to save you and bring us back home, so cooperate, and if they send us to jail, just be patient, and I will find a way out. She nodded she understood and said she loved me too and would do everything just as I said.

The judge then stood up and read the sentence:

The American couple has been found guilty of violating our laws and drug trafficking. The first violation carries a sentence of 100 lashes with a bullwhip divided into four separate sessions. The second violation carries a punishment of death or life in prison. My knees grew weak, and Heidi started to faint. "However, since it is their first offense, I will reduce the sentence to 40 years in prison." Heidi immediately fainted, and I caught her and the guards splashed water on her face and forced her to stand.

He continued, "I have an alternative sentence for the couple. I just received it from Our Royal Highness, the Sultan, if they choose to accept it. The photos of the infidel wife were sent to the Sultan, who found favor in her beauty. Thus, he has mercifully allowed me to reduce the sentence to 10 years, providing they accept complete slavery for 10 years in the service of his royal highness in whatever capacity he chooses. At the end of the 10 years, provided they have been good slaves, they will be allowed to return to America. If they have been bad slaves, then they will receive further training and an additional 10 years of service. This sentence has to be accepted today, or I will impose the alternative sentence. I will give the American couple 5 minutes to decide."

We were taken to a private room, where we cried, hugged, and talked. I told her, "I see no other way than to accept the alternative. I will try to contact Hamid in New York and tell him what has happened, and we will get people involved in trying to get us out. Don't worry; I will get us out."

Heidi said, "I am so sorry for bringing that weed."

I told her not to worry; she had no idea something like this would happen, so stay strong and stay healthy as we work things out. She nodded she would, and we were led back out to the judge, where we told him we would accept slavery in this foreign land. For the first time, he smiled and said, "Wise choice, little boy.".

He turned to the officers and said, "Prepare them for transfer. Mrs. Jameson to the royal harem and Mr. Jameson to the male quarters."

"Harem?" I blurted out.

I was immediately struck across the face by the principal officer and told to remain silent or be punished.

I watched helplessly as a group of strange men led my wife away. I know what happens in harems, and the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach told me that some other man, apparently a sultan, was going to be the one to take my wife's virginity and not me.

"Come with us, you infidel scum," I heard one of the other guards say. "I'm sure your wife will be well taken care of," and all the men laughed as they led me away.