Katharine hated the harem. She hated the Arabian land and its forsaken sand. She hated the food and the harsh Arabic language and most of all she hated him. She loathed his very existence. She had been a prisoner in the harem for a month now.
She bathed, massaged and pampered the women of the harem. She escaped the abuse of Yasmeen because she was of no threat to her. She didn’t share Mohammed’s bed and so Yasmeen didn’t bother her. The women viewed her as a freak. She had denied an easy life for the sake of a servant’s life. Little did they know she dreamed of the green hills of England and her father’s calm manner. She dreamed of a life as a Countess or a Duchess and back with her family and friends.
She bathed and massaged Gameela. Gameela was one of the Sheik’s favorites. She was a slender woman with small breasts and hips. She loved to suck his cock and swallow his essence and always wanted to please the sheik.
She spoke a broken English that she had learned from the sheik himself. It was rumored that she was to be the next wife but Bashasha said it would never happen.
“You are silly woman.” Gameela spoke to Kat.
“Really?” She hated the flimsy garments she was forced to wear which revealed more than concealed. She wore loose pantaloons and shear garments the color of pink. Tiny bells encircled her ankles and she hated these most of all. It marked her as property. His.
Kat dipped her hands into the scented oil and massaged Gameela’s long legs. She kneaded the flesh and stopped right before the young woman’s bottom.
“The sheik is great man, lover.”
“Do tell.” Sighed a bored Kat. She thought of England and London as Gameela continued on. What time of day is it in England? Kat thought. What was her family doing? Were they worried?
Kat finished massaging and Bashasha approached them.
“Go Gameela. Return to the sheik’s room in one hour to retrieve her, Lady Kat.”
“Yes, Bashasha.” Kat watched Gameela slink down the hallway and she returned to the harem.
“You make things very hard on yourself, little one.”
“Hard? Because I don’t whore for him?” Kat almost kicked a small vase as she turned a corner.
“You could be mistress of this all. I have seen the way he looks at you, Lady Kat.” Bashasha whispered to her.
“I won’t whore for a heathen – even if he was the King of England.” Kat stalked to the corner where her small mass of pillows and sheets lay. She wasn’t allowed a room and bathed in public. She was reduced to a servant’s life and she hated them all. A few of the younger women had tried to make friends but she rebuked them.
“My lord.” Gameela spoke sweetly to Mohammed as he watched her approach.
“Gameela.” He watched her strip in front of him and her small breasts bounced lightly as she walked to him. Her hips were slim but didn’t curve out as the little white witch’s did. He cursed, as he thought of the blonde woman and his cock hardened at the thought of her.
Gameela smiled at the effect she had on him. She would soon be wife number two. She was sure.
Her tiny nipples twisted into tight buds as she sat before him.
He watched as she settled herself on the pillows and her little fingers tugged at her nipples. The brown buds puckered and she lifted one to her lips twirling her tongue around it.
Mohammed watched as she put her small fingers into her tight little cunt. She was one of his favorites for many reasons. She sucked his cock divinely but her little pussy was tight and responsive. It constricted when he was inside her and the walls were delicious.
Her hair fell about her waist and he touched the long strands.
“Would you like company along with me, my lord?” Gameela asked shyly.
“No.” He watched her small fingers encircle her little snatch and enter it. She was dripping wet and her pussy glistened in the dark. She always kept it hairless because he liked it that way and he admired the lips of her vagina.
Gameela watched his cock lengthen as the blood poured into it. His cock was magnificent and Gameela loved being called to serve him. He was a great lover and man. She hated the thought of the other women having him but such was the way of men and women. A man could serve many women and impregnate many women – not the other way around.
She moved to him and brushed her hair across his cock. Her fingertips moved lightly along his shaft. When he made no move towards her she leaned forward and touched her lips to his cock. It jerked in reflex and she enveloped it with her pink lips. Her tongue swirled around the cock’s head and down the shaft.
His hands touched her head and urged her down the entire length.
He leaned back his head and groaned. Gameela smiled as she continued to suck him.
Bashasha woke the sleeping girl. “Lady Kat, tis time to go get Gameela.” Katharine awoke in the midst of a wonderful dream. She was walking through the vast gardens that surrounded her home and her father had been calling to her. He was warm and loving and she had been ripped from the dream into this hot, foreign world that she loathed.
Katharine adjusted her clothes trying desperately to hide her curves and breasts that were almost see-through.
“Why does he ask me to go get the women? It was always the eunuchs before I came.” She hated it. The women looking sated and happy, the room smelling of sex and semen, and those dark hooded eyes that followed her everywhere.
“Silly child. Don’t ask foolish questions.” Bashasha admonished her.
“No!” Kat whirled around to face the small woman. “Why? Why do I have to go to fetch the women, why?”
Bashasha pulled the beautiful blonde with her as she neared the door. “Bah! You know why.”
“I don’t. Why?” Kat stood at a standstill before the diminutive woman.
“He summons you to see you. To watch you. To undress you with his eyes. To bring you to heel and grovel as you see the woman he has just made love to. You know why, little one.”
