In a previous story Debbie has travelled to a Sultanate in the Far East to be with her lover Prince Rashid the Sultan's son and heir. Her great love for the Prince led her to become his concubine and required her to commit to certain public sexual activities which are exotically scandalous to western eyes. Debbie's love for the Prince now leads her into further daring adventures.
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Following the induction ceremonies and the wonderful consummation with Rashi, Debbie's life as a concubine settled into a luxuriously decadent routine. During the day when the Prince was busy, she would sit by their private pool and swim or relax while Mina and Aasha tended to her needs. Food and drink -- alcoholic if requested - would be brought to their apartments, relaxing massages were available on request, her own library was provided, and she was able to communicate with family and friends via video conferencing. For the latter she dressed in her robe -- at all other times she went nude -- she only saw Rashi, Mina or Aasha and there was no need to cover up in their suite or in the private high walled sweet-scented garden surrounding the pool.
In this abundant opulence, her sensuality and her libido were sharpened. She was made up each morning by the two women and deliciously her nipples were refreshed to maintain their striking colour and size. Before she made love to Rashi, Mina and Aasha would massage her with perfumed oils and ensure by skilful stimulation that her vulva was opened and blossoming in anticipation of extended periods of lovemaking through the long tropical nights.
After two sumptuous weeks of pleasure, Rashi set aside some time to discuss the next stage in her introduction:
"My dearest Deborah, my family now ask that we fulfil your commitment as my concubine -- it is time -- but first, my Mother wishes to talk with you and I have arranged for Mr Duncan to accompany you. She is a harsh and formidable lady and very powerful in the Palace. This is why you need to be chaperoned."
Debbbie was all too aware that the "commitment" referred to Rashi's six brothers and the obligation that the concubine be offered to them for lovemaking. She reminded Rashi of previous conversations in London:
"My love, I am willing to go with your brothers but I want you with me when I am taken -- and I must also have Mina and Aasha to help me. Please Rashi -- please -- this is a necessity for me -- I would hate to make love to them without you."
Rashi soothed her:
"Deborah, my darling girl, please do not worry. I have spoken with my brothers and all is agreed but there is one condition and I must seek your approval.
I feel that it would best for you and me if these unfortunate traditions were put behind us as quickly as possible. Normally each brother would enjoy you for a single night but, given that I will be with you and also now your two women, I wish you to carefully consider the option of offering yourself, just the once, to all of us together. I hope you will forgive me my love but I have discussed this with my brothers and I have their approval -- they would be satisfied and their honour would be maintained."
Debbie gasped and sat back in amazement:
"You mean a gang-bang!!!"
Rashi was perplexed:
"My love I do not know what a "gang-bang" is?"
Debbie reddened but managed to elaborate without slipping into vulgarity:
"A group of men have sex with a woman together in all her places and they alternate and take-turns until they have all finished!"
Rashi was shocked:
"No, my love -- absolutely not. First, only I will be allowed to take your anus -- no one else. Second, I would ensure that you entertain only one of my brothers at one time -- this would not be a "gang bang" as you call it."
Debbie understood -- one night -- and it would all be finished and, after all, she had made the promise to offer herself before leaving London. There really was no better option and giving up on Rashi and returning home was unthinkable. She could not contemplate even a day without his company and his love -- to finish with him would be just too hard.
All was agreed and 24 hours were set aside for a morning audience with his Mother followed by an exclusive afternoon in the palace baths or "Banos" for preparation of mind and body. The night and its mysteries would then follow.
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The day dawned and, as agreed, Rashi withdrew -- he would next see her in the evening with his brothers.
Mina and Aasha prepared Debbie and she was offered a range of traditional medications to stimulate her desire, relax her body and sensitise her sweet spots.
She was dressed as for the obeisance in a sheer wrap where everything was visible and nothing was hidden. Again, the golden belt was strapped tight under her breasts to support and present and the side slit from ankle to waist belt exposed her left thigh, the profile of her bum, her hips and her bush. As usual, the make-up was extremely vivid with powerful eyes, dark nipples and halos and big hair. Gold bling was finally added with the usual ankle bracelets.
By the time Mina and Aasha were escorting her through the palace labyrinth to the Prince mother's apartments, she could feel a hotness growing within her. Her nipples were erect and tingling and her cunt was swelling as she'd never known it. She would become more aroused as the hours passed and, when the night came, the natural medications of ancient origin would make her voracious and insatiable.
When they met Uncle Duncan at the entrance to the Prince Mother's apartments her libido was so shockingly stimulated that it seemed perfectly natural to Debbie that she should be presented to this powerful woman with her near naked body on display and her arousal so shamefully advertised.
The PM as she was called by the ex-pat community gave Debbie a withering stare as she entered -- a blend of disdain and fascination together with an appraising eye which seemed to penetrate to the core of Debbie causing her momentarily to shrink with shame and embarrassment. She motioned them to sit. Debbie protected her modesty as best she could.
There was no polite preamble as the PM began:
"You are an actress in risqué movies I am told?"
Duncan looked at Debbie expectantly.
"Yes, I was - several years ago but not now."
"You have a husband and two children?"
Debbie nodded apprehensively.
"I am told you were also a successful lawyer in London?"
Debbie nodded again. Where was this going?
The PM continued:
"I don't understand - please tell me."
Debbie could barely think straight but she gave an outline of her story -- she saw no point in hiding anything -- she assumed Duncan had, in any case, fully briefed the PM. At the end Debbie leaned forward and the sheer ran off her thighs to expose her swollen cunt to her interrogator and she blushed in her confusion. A maid was called to help Debbie regain her composure. A stiff glass of brandy settled her and she was sufficiently restored to attempt to protect just a little of her modesty from this formidable woman.
Then the PM got to the heart of the issue:
"Let me tell you what, I believe, you are."
Debbie, much to her surprise and shock, was slipping uncontrollably into a prolonged cum.
"You found that exhibiting yourself sexually gave you such a perverse sense of pleasure that you became addicted and could not help yourself. In another life you could have been a wanton -- a common prostitute - or you may have been a dutiful English wife who was able to enjoy her pleasures in the marriage bed or persuade a lover to give you what you wanted -- but, being very intelligent and clever, you found a way to indulge your appetites while managing, shall we say, to hide them from your family, your friends and your work.
Is that not true -- I know it is -- I can read it in your eyes."
Debbie gasped and trembled with her orgasmic release and sat back letting the wrap fall away again. She no longer wished to hide her arousal from the PM and became extremely hot after a sudden remembrance of her old Headmistress in the wood panelled study in Cheltenham.
"You justified yourself with this blackmail nonsense but were only too pleased to appear in those disgusting movies for your own gratification. In accepting the Prince's conditions, again you knew the likely outcome but you did not hesitate. I witnessed your performance myself -- he hides nothing from me."
Debbie trembled and, in her extremity, she felt her enlarged nipples sensitise and her open cunt begin to dilate under the awful gaze of the PM. She was having another cum and it felt amazing!!
Duncan joined the conversation:
"You know this is true Deborah -- you can't deny it."
After a short pause to allow Debbie to settle the PM continued:
"Various members of my family for reasons I do not understand wish to be intimate with you. Please explain to your niece Mr Duncan."
Duncan was required to give Debbie some background although, of course, she knew Duncan was being forced to follow the PM's lead for the sake of the Prince and himself.
"The Sultanate through history has required from time to time the use of certain chosen women for sexual purposes. These are not whores or prostitutes or even courtesans. They are respectable women -- actresses, professional women like yourself, aristocrats -- who wish to explore and be led as concubines into, shall we say, the deeper more extreme and perverse pleasures of the sexual experience."
Duncan's gaze passed from her breasts to her cunt.
"Just the kind of experience you are engaging with at the moment I think?"
The PM momentarily looked away. The kama of the English woman was too powerful.
Debbie flushed again and closed her thighs tight but this only seemed to increase her heat as her proud open cunt lips were deliciously compressed under the stern censorious consuming gaze of her terrible nemesis.
"The contract of employment would roll on month on month until one or other of the parties wishes it to end. Normally this would be no more than one year although there have been exceptions. It is important to stress that there is absolute confidentiality. I cannot disclose to you the names of other women who have taken this opportunity but you would be very surprised if you knew.
You have already, so to speak, passed the audition -- your performances and your movies provide very clear evidence of your capabilities. Your body is perfect -- he whispered in her ear: "local women are like boys". Your intelligence, your creativity and your sensitivity to the needs of others complete the perfect profile. I should also stress that your aptitude with regard to your own sex has not gone unnoticed."
Debbie gasped and the PM appeared a little unsettled as she stole another look at the body of this lusciously endowed highly sexed blond woman who with a disturbing dichotomy was exposing herself in such an innocent but knowingly provocative manner before her.
Debbie was no longer afraid or intimidated and she reacted with emotion to Duncan's cold words:
