NOTE: This story is a sequel to Jungle Adventure. Enjoy.
Chapter 4 – The Wedding Invitations Have Been Sent Out
"Victoria!" Greg yelled and stormed off the patio and down the road as he saw his fiancée stumble along the road, accompanied by the two local rescuers. They had given her a shirt and a pair of shoes so she wouldn't have to walk naked.
As the raven-hair beauty looked up, Greg embraced her and covered her face with kisses. He didn't seem to notice, or care about the fact, that she was only wearing the black tour guide's shirt.
"Oh, honey, I was so worried about you, where were you? Are you ok?" Victoria nodded and hugged him tightly, for the first time she realized how much he actually loved her. It now actually meant something to her.
"I'm dying for a shower" she said tiredly as they made for the house. Later, they were sitting on the patio, enjoying a cup of tea while admiring the gorgeous African sunset. Victoria had decided to put on some make up, just for Greg. She looked absolutely mesmerizing, her deep blue eyes were emphasized by the black eye liner and faint purple shade, her luscious lips glistened red and her skin was fair and perfect, glowing gold in the sunset - she'd put on a light summer dress, that just covered her braless chest and very little of her long legs.
"I don't know what happened, really," She didn't want to hurt Greg with the details of her story. "I went for a walk, then I went for a swim in the stream but I drifted down the current and finally the guide and his friend found me."
'That explains why she was naked'
Greg thought, relieved, he had been pondering about that after the initial excitement. The fact that his fiancée had been seen naked by two African savages bothered him, but somewhere at the back of his mind it also excited him.
"Did they...uh...see you?"
"Don't worry, Greg, their behaviour was completely...satisfactory." She smiled and the memory of the two black cocks inside her pussy and ass made her tingle. "I think I'm starting to like Africa."
"Well don't get too comfortable, we're leaving for Saudi Arabia tomorrow, my dad phoned in, says there's some deal that needs to be signed by Sheikh Musarat." Victoria was shocked, she knew that Greg would want her to come with him when the holiday was over, but she belonged to Tan'kha now, she was quite certain he could be quite wrathful if his slave decided to just pack up and leave.
'Do not worry, my dear, our link is ever present, and not weakened by any distance.'
She heard Tan'kha's voice in her head,
'You will go with Greg. When I need you, I will find you. I am always watching you.'
Victoria felt reassured. If Tan'kha wished for her to go, she could only obey him.
Victoria looked out the window as the small private jet began its descent. The bright desert sand reflected the sun's light. It was dry and desolate. Sand dunes stretched out everywhere she looked. Then she saw the oasis – a beautiful patch of green in the middle of nowhere. Just looking at it, she felt refreshed. A massive white palace rose majestically in the middle of the palm forest. Golden domes sparkled at the top of tall towers, the whole place had a very fairy tale aura around it.
The only link with the outside world was a road that ran off from the palace and into the desert and joined a distant city near the horizon.
"The guy's got his own air strip... makes our helicopter pad look ordinary!" Greg smiled.
A limousine was waiting for them when the plane landed. There was also a convoy of four guards on motorcycles. All four of them looked exactly the same – armed to the teeth, wearing brown khaki military uniforms, red berets and the trademark thick Middle Eastern moustaches, which made them all look gravely serious. A guard opened the limousine door for them. The way he looked at Victoria and smirked on her way in seemed rather inappropriate but Greg didn't notice it and she was just delighted that she was being appreciated.
A man was waiting inside the car. He looked European and wore a perfectly tailored suit.
"Welcome, I hope you had a pleasant trip?" He spoke with a crystal clear British accent. "My name is Paul Hodgson and I'm Sheik Musarat's personal assistant," He introduced himself and they shook hands.
They arrived at the palace and were led in. Victoria was used to being in a posh and spoil-yourself-rotten environment but this flabbergasted even her. The palace was so clean, it almost glimmered, every little ornament and piece of art was hand-picked by a team of decorators and ridiculously overpriced, there were little fountains and plants everywhere, colourful carpets and paintings on the walls. The whole place screamed, "I'm rich and I like to indulge myself just because I can." It was a palace, after all.
"Let me show you to your room," he led them through a corridor, every meter of which was beautiful and unique and yet it fit perfectly with the rest of the palace. He pushed a large, two-wing door open to reveal their quarters – it was more luxurious than the presidential suite at any of the 5 star hotels they'd ever been to. Greg was used to being treated this way but Victoria could hardly contain her enthusiasm, and even though she didn't say a word, you could see it in her eyes.
"Right, make yourselves at home. Dinner will be served at six, when you are ready ring the bell and you will be taken to the dining room." Paul said as he retreated and closed the door behind him. He gave Victoria an odd, thoughtful look on the way out.
"I better get ready for dinner, it's 4 o'clock!" Victoria rushed towards the bathroom, where she filled the large bath up, sparing none of the exotic herbs, scents and oils that were put there for the apartment's occupants.
In a room full of security monitors, a group of six guards had gathered and were watching one of the monitors. They were all poking each other and pointing at the screen, which showed Victoria getting ready for her bath. They all gasped as she kicked off her sandals and pulled her dress straps off her shoulders then pulled it down to the floor. As she did, she bent down, not knowing that her shapely butt was now pointing directly at the hidden security camera. The guards groaned in appreciation. Victoria looked at her reflection in the large mirror. Her hands cupped her breasts and slowly traced down her stomach before hooking the band of her black silk panties and pulling them down too. The guards had a clear view of the stunning white woman's perfect figure from the back, which was turned to the camera, but also from the front, as the camera also caught the reflection in the mirror. She looked her body over for a while before easing into the warm bath. The watchmen spoke to each other in Arabic.
"He'll definitely want this one," one said.
"We can only hope... " Another replied and they all laughed.
When Victoria was done with her bath, she wrapped herself in a towel and went to the closet, delighted to see that her clothes had been unpacked for her. She gasped when she saw that it was also stacked full of any item of clothing she could think of. Under the watchful eye of the guards, she dried herself and put on the sexiest underwear she found – a black see-through thong with a matching see-through push-up bra, which made her already firm breasts look too good to be real. She also put on a garter belt and stockings. She picked a smart but not too formal gown, which hugged her breasts and showed a lot of cleavage, the slits at the sides ran very high exposing her long legs – you could almost see the band of her stockings. With make up applied, her hair done up and with matching diamond earrings and necklace she'd found in a jewellery box, Victoria looked drop dead gorgeous. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time before announcing to Greg she was ready.
They were lead by a butler to the dining room, which was an enormous hall with a table in the middle. It could easily seat at least 50 people. Soft music played in the background as they were seated near the head of the table.
After a few minutes the Sheik was led in. He was a man in his early fifties, dressed in a white robe, he moved gracefully. His dark face, grey goatee and black eyes emanated wisdom. He was accompanied by two women. On his right was a gorgeous blonde and on his left, an equally stunning oriental. Both were wearing belly dancer costumes – the veils over their faces didn't hide but rather enhanced their beautiful features. The bras were clustered with little bells as were the see-through skirts. Underneath, Victoria and Greg saw panties that did very little to conceal the women.
