The man looked at the young girl beneath hooded eyes. Fajer was well known in Arabia and beyond for all the wrong reasons. He was the man you turned to if you wanted something smuggled into Arabia, something smuggled out of Arabia and anything else that was illegal or forbidden.
His fingers dropped the greasy chicken leg back onto the plate and he brushed his hand idly on his stomach. His girth was large and robust after many years of easy living and allowing his underlings to do most of his dirty work. He owned a large estate on the edge of the sea and enjoyed his three concubines but this was a matter he had to attend to himself.
His fingers brushed the long golden hair of the girl and she startled back. His dark hooded eyes took in her porcelain perfect face, lush feminine curves and eyes like the Arabian sea.
He could feel himself stirring. He was a stout man at 5 feet 5 inches with a large rotund body, little hair on top of his head and too much hair everywhere else. He had never been a handsome man even when he had been young but he made up for it with his cunning and devious ways.
His chicken stained fingers brushed into the girl’s hair again and he watched her struggle with the bonds that held her hands tightly behind her. So the stories were true. It had been rumored that the great Sheik had been so taken with a foreign beauty that he had forsaken his concubines and wife and had become obsessed with the girl.
Seeing her beauty before him – he didn’t doubt the stories or the obsession. Here was a beauty that men fought and died for. His chicken drenched fingers dipped into her gauze like blouse fingering the tight nipple as he smiled. She was a beauty. He would give the little bitch Yasmeen whatever she wanted as long as the foreign woman would taste his cock this evening.
Kat shook her head and tried to move away – she couldn’t. She could feel the rope biting into her wrists that held her tightly bound. Her breasts were thrust forward and she wanted to cry out as the odious man that Yasmeen had taken her to – touched her intimately. She struggled again but they had put a cloth over her mouth.
Kat had been given a glass of water and then the two men who had helped Yasmeen in her plan had tied her up and covered her mouth. She was truly at the mercy of the Sheik’s wife.
“My lord.” Yasmeen stood to one side watching the scene with amusement and disgust. She loathed Fajer.
Fajer was a fat little fuck who had been born of a whore and a camel breeder. Growing up he had never had more than a handful of riyals to his name. He had been a street urchin, then a hoodlum of the streets and then a mercenary. Slowly he had built himself a house of gold from his evil doings. Yasmeen must have been crazy to have come alone here to sell the little cunt – but Fajer was her only hope. He alone could secure the whore’s passage out of Arabia and never tell a soul…for a price.
“Yasmeen.” Fajer hated doing business with women especially an uppity bitch like Yasmeen who didn’t know her place and never observed Hijab – the special covering reserved for Muslim women to cover their head and body for Allah.
“My lord Fajer, I require your assistance for a small price.” She spoke reverently and bowed slightly.
Kat watched the two Arabians discuss what was most likely her fate. She had known that Yasmeen had been behind this plot to destroy her. She should have been more careful. Now she was being molested by this odious man who would rape her and than sell her into white slavery.
I have been so stupid, Kat thought. Where is Mohammed?
Fajer listened to Yasmeen drone away and watched the young foreign beauty. She would have a tight, glistening pussy that would constrict and hold his cock and legs that he would pull and force to come around his waist. Her breasts would be high and lovely as he jerked into her slick passage and he would make sure he had satisfied himself and maybe her – maybe. Although a woman’s pleasure was never necessary.
He listened to Yasmeen’s voice and his eyes suddenly wandered over her form. She was also a beautiful woman. Sultry and dark in a truly Arabian way. She was more full of form than the white girl with eyes that were dark and dangerous. She had long black hair and her body was the color of honey.
He stopped touching the girl’s hair and realized he wanted the uppity Yasmeen instead.
Here was a bitch to tame and torture appropriately. A bitch to be put onto all fours and taken roughly like a dog. Her ass would be high in the air as he slapped her again and again and stuffed his thick meat into her ass and pussy.
Yes, he thought idly as he rubbed himself with no shame.
Yasmeen watched the fat Fajer touch himself. Disgusting pig! He wanted the little cunt already and she had just arrived awhile ago. Why did all the men lust after her? She was a pale little thing with white skin, golden hair and Arabian sea eyes…so what? Did her pussy taste like honey? What was the fuss about?
Yasmeen continued to tell Fajer about her plan to get Kat out of the country and on a ship to Africa where she would be sold into slavery.
Fajer stroked himself again and watched the way Yasmeen’s eyes glowed in anticipation. The dark kohl surrounding her eyes made them seem wide and exotic. He thought of the little bitch taking his cock into her mouth. His cock was suddenly rock hard underneath his chicken stained robe. Yes, he thought to himself. She needs to know the proper place of a woman.
“It is indeed an interesting situation, Princess Yasmeen.” Fajer noticed that the white girl was drifting off to sleep. Yasmeen must have drugged her.
“I agree, Fajer. It will all go according to plan and none will be the wiser.”
“What about Lord Mohammed? Won’t he miss his little treasure?”
Yasmeen snorted. “Who cares about the little cunt? He has a harem filled with beautiful women – what is one more?”
Fajer chuckled. The little bitch was jealous. He didn’t blame her. The white woman was one to be jealous of – she would surely take over in Yasmeen’s stead.
