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All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.
My language is Spanish, I apologize for any grammatical errors I may make when translating the stories into English).
The End of the Year Trip 13 -- Secrets
As I make my way to the elders' tent to meet Sheikh Hafid so he can tell me things about my mother, I can't help but think about what happened to Lydia a few minutes ago and how easily she has been turned into a slave girl.
I have seen how easy it is for local women to accept their slavery and submit to men, surely because of all the traditions surrounding them and the education most of them receive, but I did not expect that my classmates, young western girls from rich families, used to all kinds of luxuries and whims, usually surrounded by servants, could fall so easily into this world.
It is evident that some of them are natural submissives, as is the case of the twins or Professor Natalie, who are only looking for someone to submit to regardless of whether it is a man or a woman. Then there is the case of Andrea who is nothing more than a horny slut who has discovered that with the excuse of slavery she can give herself without thinking about it to sex and lust, and finally there is Selene, who despite wanting to give herself completely to me, resists doing so, even knowing that she is letting her Master down, although she doesn't really know that I am very proud of her.
And then there is Alice, the hotel slave girl, submissive and compliant when she has to be and by Yaiza's hand a potential dominatrix, my perfect ally in the games I started at the hotel and that I hope will culminate as I wish.
When I arrive at the elder's tent, I find at the entrance the two men who welcomed Lady Nabila and me several hours ago, and without saying a word to me, they open the tent to let me pass.
The image I see when I enter, is not very different from the one I found a few hours ago, the old Sheikh is still sitting in the same place, although this time he is alone, without the company of the other two elders. Next to him Rania and Bashira are still sitting there chatting quietly, and when they see me enter, they start to murmur between them, without the youngest one stopping looking at me with a red face because of something Rania is telling her.
Where Valentina was chained a few hours ago, now Vanya is chained, being fucked by the two brothers, who keep looking at me with a clear gesture of anger for not having gotten any of the slave girls they wanted.
Before I can sit down, from a hidden area of the tent Lady Nabila appears carrying a chest, which she deposits at the elder's feet.
"Leave us alone and take the slave girl to the communal tent;" Lady Nabila orders them in a firm tone, "You know that this slave girl has already been assigned to a Master."
I tense as I see one of the two brothers make a gesture to confront Lady Nabila, but she holds his gaze firmly, managing to get him to bow in the end and leave the tent with his brother and Vanya.
"Damned sons of..." exclaims Lady Nabila, although she stops when she sees the elder's gaze.
"Forgive my reaction grandfather;" she says sitting down next to him and gesturing for me to sit down too, "But we all know the business they are up to with Ntomi and that they are responsible for the assaults on the tourist camps and caravans."
"Each thing in its time, my Princess;" the elder replies. "And that time is not now;" he adds waving his hand to stop Lady Nabila from speaking further.
"Thank you for coming Little Jake;" the elder says to me with a smile, "I thought I would never see you sitting next to me in this tent again, but Allah has allowed it before I have to leave this world, something that I don't think will take long to happen."
"The story I am going to tell you is hardly known to a dozen people, and you must swear to me that you will not tell it to anyone;" the elder tells me.
"I swear it by God and by the memory of my mother;" I reply to the elder.
"We tribes have exploited the mines for thousands of years;" the elder begins to count, "Including the caltenium we were finding;" he tells me opening the chest and taking out a small dagger of the characteristic blue color.
"When the scientists of your company discovered that it could be combined with gold and silver, we had been doing it for centuries, although we never had the enormous quantities that we have now thanks to the deposit discovered some forty years ago and that my nephew the Emir Al Dilial, recently arrived to the throne decided to exploit to change the destiny of the Emirate."
"I still remember that meeting in this very tent, twelve years after the find, my nephew, despite his western education, and despite trying to modernize the Emirate, decided to count on the tribes and my advice as his leader. At the meeting besides the Emir, and myself, there was General Malek, and my daughter Yaiza as the Emir's first wife, on the other side was an American, whom the Emir had met in the United States, and who had made his fortune mining diamonds in South Africa, and gold in Australia, Brazil and Indonesia, the American was accompanied by two men, huge and dark as night."
"Bungami and..." I point out pausing before saying the second name.
"And Ntomi;" says the elder finishing my sentence.
"Ntomi belongs to one of the eight tribes;" Lady Nabila comments with a serious gesture. "He had a wife and daughter who died about twenty years ago in an attack by bandits. That's why he has taken refuge in the oasis after you forced him to leave the 'Princess'."
"Bungami and Ntomi knew each other from their mercenary days, and when the American asked his man to find someone who knew the area, Bungami thought of his old acquaintance. The meeting lasted for days, the American wanted the rights to exploit the mine, as he did in other parts of the world and the Emir was unwilling to give it to him. Finally, after a night in which the Emir and the American were meeting by themselves, they came to the agreement we all know."
The old man pauses to drink water and smoke from his pipe, he looks exhausted from the tension, but when Lady Nabila tells him to take a break, he gets angry and continues talking.
