Sarah was employed as a personal secretary to one of the directors of a London finance company. She really enjoyed her job and her boss was good to her. So good in fact that they frequently slept together. She was indeed a very "personal" secretary!
Sarah was waiting in the arrivals hall at Heathrow. Her boss had been called abroad on business and he had phoned to ask her to collect a couple of Arab business men. They were employed by a very wealthy oil Sheikh in one of the Gulf States and were very important customers.
She took the two men back to Mike's apartment and made them coffee. They had said little to her but seemed pleasant enough. Nevertheless she could not help feeling apprehensive in their presence.
Then they suddenly asked her if she would like to go back to the Gulf with them to meet the Sheikh. Sarah was dumbfounded at this suggestion and explained that she had work to do here.
That doesn't matter said one of them because this had been suggested to her boss and he had told them that she should take a break and go with them for a short holiday.
Sarah thanked them for the offer but said that she had far too much to do. Then she excused herself and went upstairs to freshen up and change her dress. As she was pulling the dress over her head she heard the door open and the two men came in.
They quickly overpowered her and threw her on to the bed. One of them sat astride her as the other held her arms. A sweet smelling pad was put to her face.
The next that Sarah knew was that she regained consciousness and gradually took stock of her situation. She realised that she was in an aircraft and was lying in a luxury bed. All she had on were her panties and then remembered that she had been overpowered by the two Arabs.
A girl came into the cabin and sat down on the bed. "You have been chosen," said the girl!
"Whatever do you mean," said Sarah and what on earth am I doing lying almost naked in this sumptuous bed in an airliner?"
The girl, who said her name was Fatima and who also said that she was Egyptian, explained that Sarah was being taken back to the house of a wealthy oil sheikh in the Arabian Gulf and this was his private jet. She explained that the Sheikh was very, very rich and had demanded that she was brought to him.
"You cannot be serious," gasped Sarah. "We are living in the 21st century and I am an independent English girl and I demand to be returned home immediately."
Fatima just smiled. "You really don't understand," she said patiently – "what the Sheikh says will happen, will happen. Oh, and it was me who undressed you and not those two men," she said with a broad smile.
Fatima also said that they had just flown in from New York before stopping at Heathrow. An American teenager had been returned to her home. She had been captured by the Sheikh's henchmen just as Sarah had been and she didn't want to go back home!
"Why ever not," exclaimed Sarah?
"You will see, little white girl, you will see. He just loves white girls!"
She felt her ears popping and knew that they would soon be landing. She dressed just in time because the two Arabs put in an appearance. They asked her if she would be quiet when she left the plane and she told them in no uncertain terms that she would be screaming her head off! Without further ado they gripped her arms and once more she was unable to resist as that pad was placed over her mouth.
Again Sarah regained consciousness and this time found herself in a room on her own. It was a comfortable enough room and nicely furnished but when she went to open the door she found that it was firmly locked. The sound of her trying the door brought an older woman into the room. Sarah had by now remembered the predicament she was in and although she was frightened she was in no mood to mince words with this woman.
However, the woman told her that she was a very lucky young girl and had been selected for the Sheikh's harem.
"The Sheikh's what," exclaimed a horrified Sarah? "Surely harems don't exist in this day and age?"
"Oh, but they do here," said the woman, "and you must learn to be obedient."
Sarah looked at a picture on the wall. It was of an old man and she was told that this was the Sheikh. "Oh, that was taken some time ago," explained the woman. "He is much older now," Sarah shuddered and wondered just what her fate was to be.
"You will come now and meet the other girls," said the woman. So it was right! There is a harem and I am to be a harem girl thought Sarah. There were about 12 girls of different nationalities sitting around a very smart indoor swimming pool. All of them seemed to be in their late teens. They surrounded the Sheikh's latest victim and all began to talk at once.
"How lucky you are," they said.
"I am certainly not lucky," said Sarah and they all laughed at that. She was amazed to see that without exception they were all dressed in the traditional diaphanous baggy pantaloons and see-through blouses that Sarah had seen pictures of.
The older woman, who the other girls addressed as Mistress, left Sarah to mix with the other girls and be told what was expected of her.
"Nothing will happen at first," one of them said. "You will have tests to prove that you are pure and have no diseases," said another. "And you will be put on the pill immediately." They all laughed at this.
There appeared to be no immediate escape and Sarah resigned herself to be bathed by the girls and they dressed her in the traditional harem clothes. She wore exquisite perfume.
Sarah at 22 was probably a couple of years older than the average age of the harem girls. She was no virgin and in fact was virtually the mistress of her boss back in London. Apart from that she was relatively inexperienced.
"Only the finest French perfume," said one of them. Wonderful pearl necklaces and gold bracelets were shown to her and she thought to herself, "why not," and chose some of the beautiful jewellery. As they pampered her and whispered to themselves Sarah was saying to herself, "I really believe I could live with this." Then she remembered all that she had left behind and once again felt extremely annoyed and not a little worried.
A beautiful young girl, who turned out to be Indian, entered the room. She had lovely long black hair and her dark eyes flashed as she told the others what had just happened to her.