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All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.
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The End of the Year Trip 10 - The 'Princess'.
After walking through the intricate streets of the Old City for half an hour, we cross the wall through the gate facing the desert knowing that bordering the ancient defenses of the city for another twenty minutes we will arrive at the ancient palace that after standing on the edge of the desert for a thousand years, was completely renovated years ago and is now covered with neon lights, with a large sign on its roof with the name 'Princess'.
Local legends say that the ancient palace was the prison where the mother of the first Emir of the Ghazi dynasty lived more than a thousand years ago, the young woman came to the Emirate in a caravan of traders, on this point the stories do not agree, some say that she was a slave girl that one of the merchants brought for sale, others that she was the wife of the merchant, the only thing that seems certain is that the old Emir fell in love with her and tried to buy her, when he did not succeed he ordered to assault the caravan when it departed from Kanaan.
The Emir's soldiers attacked the caravan when it was camped in the oasis known as the 'Desert Gate', the slaughter was quick and merciless, in a few minutes only two components of the caravan remained standing surrounded by two dozen dead soldiers: the merchant and the beautiful young woman sought by the Emir.
Finally, several soldiers reduced the young woman and when the merchant went to try to free her, she asked him to flee and come back later to rescue her, the merchant swore that he would free her and as soon as he finished speaking, in front of a hundred soldiers, he vanished into thin air.
The young woman was taken to the Emir's palace, although he was outside the city trying to quell a small rebellion in the coastal area of the Emirate, he had given orders to the slave girls of his harem to prepare the young woman to enjoy her in his bed as soon as he returned to the palace.
While the slave girls were preparing the young woman, they discovered that she was pregnant. When the news was communicated to the Emir on the day of his return, he did not like it at all, all the ancient laws did not allow enslaving or forcing a pregnant woman, plus for days the city had been filled with rumors that the merchant was a powerful sorcerer or an evil demon who would destroy the city if anything happened to the young woman.
The old Emir did not believe in such superstitions, but a couple of strange occurrences in the palace the next day caused his fears to outweigh his desire to possess the young woman, and he ordered her to be locked up in the palace at the edge of the walls with only the contact of half a dozen slave girls to attend to her needs.
When the young woman looked as if she was going to spend the rest of her days locked up in her prison, something surprising happened: Two days after the young woman had her baby, a beautiful boy, when the whole city gathered in the square to celebrate the end of Ramadan and receive the blessings and gifts of the old Emir, instead of the Emir appearing on the balcony of the palace, it was the merchant, with the Emir's head in one hand, while with the other he embraced the young woman who held the newborn in her arms.
Somewhat frightened by the rumors circulating about the merchant, but above all very tired of the tyranny of the old Emir, the inhabitants of Kanaan cheered the couple accepting them as their new rulers, giving beginning to a dynasty that lasts a thousand years.
Nobody knows the exact origin of the merchant and the beautiful young woman, not even their real names, the young woman was given the name of Nabila, 'The Pearl of the Desert' in the dialect of the nomads, a name that since then has always carried the first daughter of the Emir, the merchant was called Ghazi, 'Whirlwind', by the strange effect that was left in the sands of the oasis when he disappeared in front of the soldiers, giving name to the new dynasty.
As mysterious as her appearance that morning on the palace balcony was, was her disappearance a week after Prince Susej's eighteenth birthday. The couple was never seen again, although in several chronicles of the time it is said that they were seen in the palace the night that at the age of ninety-two, after a long and just reign, Prince Susej left to join the Prophet.
Now the old palace is still a prison as it was a thousand years ago, especially for the young tourists who, deceived, end up in Ntomi's power, enslaved and forced to satisfy the perversions of the clients. Ntomi was already a threat in the times of the late Emir, but now he is the main obstacle to the attempts of Prince Caleb and the Regent to open up, openly boasting that he is the one who really governs the Emirate.
As we approach our destination, I can't help but remember my first visit to the 'Princess' and everything that happened that night.
"My father is going to kill us;" I remember Vincent telling me when we stopped the SUV, we had taken from his father to go to the 'Princess', "I am strictly forbidden to come here;" my friend continued to protest.
The memories come back sharp in my mind and I seem to be living that moment again.
"Bungami won't do anything to you when we tell him you were with me;" I reply to Vincent, "I've been hearing about the 'Princess' for years, and now that I'm finally of age and have come with some time to Kanaan I'm not going to miss the opportunity to see in person if it's true everything they say."
As soon as we enter the premises, the smells coming from tobacco, hashish and sex hit our senses overwhelming us, everything is much more extreme than I could have imagined based on the comments of the mine workers when I visited them together with my father.
Everywhere there are people fucking, most of the girls are surrounded by two or three men and in all of them we can see the metallic glint of the slave collar around their necks. I don't know if Vincent is a virgin, but I've never been with a girl beyond a few fondling in the car and a couple of blowjobs with some older girls.
Although several slave girls offer us their services, we turn them down and head for the dance floor, where we see three young western girls trying to escape the harassment of several local boys. As soon as the girls see a young westerner like them arrive, they approach me seeking protection, getting threatening looks from their harassers.
Even though the harassers number almost half a dozen, I notice that they find my almost six feet tall and muscular body too intimidating, and when Vincent with his six feet tall stands next to me, they quickly disappear into the crowd.
