The King 3

The King

Dreams

Amy Sexton sat with her legs crossed on the floor next to the Sheikh. Amy Sexton was dressed in a blue burqa, covering herself completely. She was listening intently to the man who was speaking English in front of her. Amy was working as a translator for the Sheikh Rameen Rasheed.

Amy was 21 years old and had just graduated with a bachelor's degree in journalism. She was an American woman from New York, and she had come to Saudi Arabia for a very specific reason. There had been rumors that the Sheikh had been kidnapping Saudi women and keeping them as sex slaves in his harem. The international media didn't want to touch this story for fear of upsetting their oil partner, but Amy wanted to be the one to break the story. This could get her a Pulitzer award and kick-start her career.

She had applied to work as a translator in the Sheikh's palace in Saudi Arabia to get access to the palace. She had a few months before the job started, and she had hired a tutor to give her lessons in Arabic so that she could become fluent in the language. After she was content with her competency, she boarded a plane and flew to Saudi Arabia.

It was a culture shock for the young American, as she had to discard her clothes and wear a burqa to cover herself at all times. However, she successfully pulled off the ruse, gaining acceptance into the Sheikh's inner court where she was hired as his translator. Rameen Rasheed had opened up the country to Western companies, but he himself had little English, so he required an interpreter.

The Throne room of the Sheikh was expansive and colorful. On the left side of the Throne, where the Sheikh was situated, there was a group of women wearing colorful burqas. These were the many wives of the Sheikh. Amy sat on her knees on the right-hand side of the throne, listening intently to the man before her.

The man was a representative of some international food consortium looking to gain access to the Saudi market to sell their food products. Currently, he was explaining his growth strategy and the profits that would benefit the Sheikh and his family. Amy dutifully translated for Rameen Rasheed.

The Sheikh considered the proposal and clearly could not gainsay the information that was presented before him by the foreigner. Amy translated the Sheikh's response to English, and the foreign representative bowed and smiled at the Sheikh, evidently content to do business with Rameen Rasheed.

The number of foreign dignitaries and business representatives who had come before the Sheikh and pledged their services in return for access to the Saudi market perturbed Amy. Rameen Rasheed did not have an excellent record for governing his area of the country, and there were many rumors of him violating the human rights of his own people, which is what Amy was investigating herself.

After the meeting was done, the Sheikh vacated his throne, and his group of plentiful wives dutifully followed him out of the Throne room. Amy, for her part, waited till the Sheikh had left and then got to her feet, her legs sore from kneeling for such a long time. She quickly left the Throne room also in a rush to catch the foreign business person.

Amy had been employed by the Sheikh for months, and yet she had no tangible leads on which to follow up on. She was going to try a new tactic out of desperation, which would involve confronting the business representative and blackmailing him into providing her with information.

"Excuse me, sir," said Amy politely as she approached the man who glanced at her suspiciously. He was clearly not used to conversing with women in the Sheikh's palace. "May I have a word in private?" asked Amy as she motioned for him to join her in one of the private, smaller rooms that were next to the Throne room, and hardly ever occupied. The man nodded his head and opened the door for Amy in a chivalrous display.

"You're one of the Sheikh's interpreters," said the man as they entered the room. The room was much smaller than the Throne room, but not less lavish. The room was colorful and immaculately clean, with a small water fountain in the center of the room to which Amy led the man, and they both sat on the edge of the fountain.

"I am," replied Amy. "My name is Amy Sexton, and I'm an American." Amy pulled down the burqa that covered her face so that the man could see her face properly.

"My dear, I don't think that you should remove that burqa around here," said the businessman. He looked around in alarm to make sure there was no one else around.

"Relax, no one comes in here very often, and if they do, I'll hear them walking up the corridor and put back up the burqa mask," promised Amy. "What's your name?"

"You can call me Roger," replied the man, a bit more at ease as he glanced once more at the door, and then returning his attention to the woman before him. "What do you want from me?"

"I want information," replied Amy matter-of-factly. "You see, I'm working as an undercover journalist trying to unearth the abuses of the Sheikh's regime here. I need some dirt on him for my story, and that's where you come in."

"No," said Roger aghast. "Do you know what the Sheikh does to his enemies? I won't endanger my life like that," Roger said as he stood up and made for the door.

"I'm not sure that the public would like what your company is doing here?" said Amy with menace in her voice. Amy could recollect the entire conversation that had just transpired between the Sheikh and Roger, and she was willing to go to the press with that story if she couldn't get what she wanted. Roger stopped at the door, and then returned to the fountain and sat back down.

"This is blackmail," he said indignantly. Amy was surprised that a businessman who was willing to work with the Sheikh had such an opinion of her ethics when he should look at his own.

"And yet if you don't cooperate, I'll break this story about you instead," said Amy curtly, letting her threat perchlorate in his head while they both listened to the sound of the water behind them.

"Fine, what do you want to know?" asked Roger impatiently.

"I want to know about the human rights abuses that are happening here," said Amy triumphantly, as her plan had worked, and she coerced his cooperation.

"There are countless human rights violations going on here," started Roger. "You'll have to be more specific."

"I'm talking about the Saudi women he is keeping as his slaves," replied Amy. "I've heard rumors of a secret harem that he has."

"As have I," Roger said, confirming her story. "However, they are only just rumors. What you need is confirmation from a senior source. There is a senior official I'm friendly with. His name is Rafiq Dar, and he is a cousin to the Sheikh. He may have the answers that you seek. I will schedule a meeting between us here in the palace, and he may talk. He is no friend of the Sheihk," said Roger, "and given enough alcohol, he may just tell us what's going on here."

"Alright, you set up the meeting and leave the rest to me," instructed Amy. The two westerners then exchange mobile phone numbers so that they could stay in contact and execute their plan. "You should leave first," Amy said, and Roger stood up and hastened to the door, before momentarily stopping before leaving.

"I hope you know what you are doing Amy, otherwise it will be both our assess on the line," cautioned Roger, before opening the door and exiting the room.

Amy, for her part, replaced the mask covering of the burqa and listened to the sound of the fountain water as it cascaded down the marble. She sighed in relief as her plan had worked: she had coerced Roger into joining her in helping to expose the Sheikh's evil. She was going to be world famous when this article broke. Amy Sexton would become a household name.

She stood up and exited the room. Amy walked through the many halls of the lavish palace and entered the east wing of the palace where her room was located. She opened the door and entered her own personal space.

The place where she was assigned to live was also, in keeping with the rest of the palace, was lavish and ornately decorated. Amy removed her burqa leaving her wearing nothing but her white bra and panties. She carefully folded her burqa and placed it in her bedside drawer. Amy would not miss wearing her burqa once she returned to the United States. She found the clothing garment extremely restrictive and a sign of women's oppression in the country. Amy couldn't believe that a country as wealthy as Saudi Arabia could treat its women so backwardly.

Despite the air conditioning in the palace, it was still quite warm in her room. Amy removed her bra, letting her A-cup, small perky books to breathe in the air. She collapsed back on her bed and placed her mobile phone on her toned and flat stomach, whilst she waited for the phone call, she prayed would come.

If Roger didn't follow through on his part of the bargain, she would have no moral qualms about breaking a news story about him and watching the media and the American judicial system destroy his life.

Amy had no personal connection to the plight of these elusive Saudi women that were being held as slaves. Her driving motivation was more self-centered, she acknowledged to herself. She wanted to be the woman to bring down the Sheikh Rameen Rasheed. She wanted to be the one to bring this man to justice and to get the credit and accolades from the Western media system.

Amy's thoughts were interrupted as she felt her phone vibrate on her stomach. She immediately answered the phone and heard the voice of Roger on the other end.

"Amy, I've talked with Rafiq and he will meet me tonight. He is holding a party in the 'Prince Room'. The Sheikh never attends his cousin's parties as they are not close," informed Roger.

"Excellent, and how am I talking to him?" asked Amy. "I'm a woman. It's not like he will open up to me."

"I've thought about this," replied Roger. "You will attend the party as a concubine of mine. He won't question it. You will sit with me, and I will get him good and drunk. Then, once he is pliable, you can question him to your heart's content, and once that's done, then you can leave me alone and let me get back to my business. Deal?" asked Roger.

"Deal," replied Amy as she hung up the phone on Roger. Amy threw her phone aside and lay back in her bed. She was going to get some sleep, as she knew she would have a long night tonight. Once she had gotten what she needed from the Sheikh's cousin and Roger, then she would have to leave the country swiftly and without raising any suspicion with the palace staff or the authorities in general.

Amy felt herself dozing as she relaxed in her bed, unaware of the trials and tribulations that the events of tonight would bring. She had a pleasant dream, one in which she had won the Pulitzer award and had successfully broken the story and had won the hearts and minds of the Western media and was the darling of the United States press. Life was good for her in the dream, and she was a celebrity.

Undercover

It was sunset when Amy awoke from her slumber, and the worst of the day's heat had subsided with the setting sun. She stretched her limbs and sat up alertly, ready to make history. Amy had a quick shower and glimpsed herself in the floor to ceiling length mirror that was in the bathroom.

Amy had beautiful black hair that reached her shoulders, white, perfect teeth and deep, blue eyes that were bright and intelligent and full of curiosity. Her pert A-cup breasts rounded out an athletic and well-maintained body, with toned legs and stomach and a shaved pussy and armpits. She knew that if the men could see underneath the burqa that she wore, that she would be the envy of the palace.

Amy stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with a towel from the nearby stand. She then proceeded to put on a pair of white panties and a bra, after which she got dressed into her now customary blue burqa She also strapped a tape recorder to her chest so that she could record everything that was said tonight as proof for her story. Despite the risk, she decided to use a tape recorder, as it was the only equipment she had purchased from the nearby markets held for the poor people and palace staff. She knew the consequences were death if she was caught. After she ensured she was covered in the mirror, she exited her room and walked through the palace.

It was quiet this time of the evening in the palace. There were no foreign dignitaries or palace staff milling about, causing a ruckus. She enjoyed wandering when it was peaceful and still. She passed through one door that led into the center of the palace itself. Guards heavily guarded and patrolled the Sheikh's personal area. There was no way for Amy to find out what lay inside without being invited in there by the Sheikh himself, and that seemed extremely unlikely that he would ever offer her access to his personal area of the palace, as Amy was just a lowly translator.

Finally, she reached the room where the party was being held. There was a loud noise and men were drinking and partying all over the room. Amy noticed that there were no women present amongst them. She spotted Roger sitting at a table at the top of the room, with whom she assumed was Rafiq Dar. Rafiq stood in stark contrast to his more powerful cousin. Whereas the Sheikh was slender and well-groomed, and dare she say it, handsome, Rafiq had an enormous belly protruding out of his clothes that looked worn and haggard.

"What is this woman doing here?" asked Rafiq as Amy knelt on the floor next to Roger, but in between the two men, so she could pick up everything that was said with her tape recorder.

"She's my new concubine," replied Roger. "I bought her last week. I don't trust her enough to leave her alone, so I instructed her to accompany me to this party tonight. It's not an issue, right?" asked Roger.

Rafiq waved his hand dismissively. "No, she's just another bitch. Don't worry, she can stay here tonight." Rafiq briefly examined Amy until he clearly expressed satisfaction with what he saw. He then turned his attention back to Roger. "What's the situation in the West?" he asked the businessman who sat next to him. "Are the Americans still cooperating with us?"

"They have no concerns over your cousin's administration of the area," said Roger as he subtly filled Rafiq's cup with beer. "Your cousin had shepherded your house well with the West, truth be told," said Roger, evidently fishing for information on the Sheikh.

"Fuck him, the twat," laughed Rafiq. "He is an obnoxious, self-obsessed moron who inherited his dominion through the death of his beloved father," Rafiq said as he downed the cup of beer. "Now, enough about my cousin, let us talk about other topics. Tell me more about this American football of yours?" asked Rafiq.

The conversation then turned to other topics between the two men in which Amy had little interest. She sat submissively over several hours, watching as Rafiq got more and more intoxicated. Eventually, Roger stood up and announced he was going to the bathroom, and he tapped Amy on her shoulder, showing that now was her chance to talk with Rafiq.

"Sir," said Amy, her voice cracking from lack of use. "Can I ask you something about the Sheikh?" asked Amy tactfully. She crawled closer to him so as their conversation wouldn't be overhead.

"Sure... you... little.. Slut," said Rafiq playfully as he again tried to find out exactly how Amy looked underneath the burqa. Amy plucked up all her courage and asked she had spent months trying to find out. She couldn't believe it was time she got her answers.

"I've heard the Sheikh kidnaps Saudi women, and he holds them somewhere as sex slaves. Is that true?" asked Amy cautiously. Rafiq looked taken aback at what she had just said.

"It is true," he said honestly. "I've not seen it with my own eyes, but he keeps his harem of women secretly so as not to upset the Westerners that he courts for business. They say there are hundreds in his harem, but..."

"But what?" asked Amy, prompting him to continue. She hadn't expected there to be even more to this story. Amy needed to find out exactly what else there was.

"Some of the women, I've heard that he experiments on them with Western technology, but... I don't know if that's true or just a rumor to keep the peasants in line," said Rafiq as he shrugged his shoulders. "Enough chat out of you now, woman," said Rafiq as he saw Roger walking back to the table.

Before Rafiq passed out drunk, Roger and Amy stayed for another half-hour and then decided to leave. As they exited the room, Amy whispered about what had transpired.

"Rafiq confirmed everything, and get this, there's more to the story. The Sheikh is experimenting on some of the women too! I need to get back to my apartment and out of the country. This could be..."

However, Amy's hushed conversation with Roger ended as they saw the Sheikh and two bodyguards surrounding him. Seeing the Sheikh out of his personal quarters and moving around the palace at this hour surprised Amy. The Sheikh spoke in Arabic, and Amy began translating for Roger's benefit.

"The Sheikh wants to know why his interpreter is wandering around the palace with a businessman at this ungodly hour," said Amy as she gulped. Amy watched as the Sheikh carefully studied them both.

Roger replied in English. "My apologies. I was just meeting with Rafiq Dar about some... business that he wanted to discuss before he left, and I wasn't sure if I would need a translator, so I asked Amy here to join me for the evening. I hope I have not offended you, my Lord," said Roger. Amy translated what he had said to the Sheikh.

The Sheikh, after contemplating what he had heard, instructed Amy to relay to Roger that he should leave the palace at once as no foreigners may wander the palace at this hour. He also told Amy to return to her quarters.

The Sheikh and his bodyguards turned to leave them, and Amy's heart rate subsided. That was until she heard a loud, ear-piercing sound coming from under her burqa. The tape recorder had malfunctioned and jammed!

The Sheikh turned around and watched the two foreigners with caution. His bodyguards, unsure of what was causing the noise, quickly apprehended the two of them. Roger was thrown to the floor, and Amy was left standing albeit in the arms of another muscular security guard. The Sheikh listened to the noise for a few moments, before ordering the security guard to strip the American woman.

Amy squealed as her burqa was torn off her in one smooth movement, leaving her wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Her arms immediately went to cover the tape recorder strapped to her chest, but the guard confiscated the recorder before she could get to it. After ensuring that it posed no threat to their master, the guard diligently gave the device to the Sheikh.

Both bodyguards drew their pistols and pointed them at their respective charge. Amy heard the click of the gun and knew the game was over. She was about to be executed, and she looked pleadingly at the Sheikh. He motioned for them to stop and ordered the guards to holster their weapons. Amy cried and thanked the Sheikh repeatedly in Arabic.

However, Amy misinterpreted the Sheikh's actions as an act of kindness. They dragged Roger to his feet and marched both of them through the confines of the castle. Amy was hyperventilating, as she did not know where she was being taken.

Eventually, they reached the center of the palace, the Sheikh's personal wing of the palace. She watched as the Sheikh placed his right eye against a retinal scanner, and then another security device took his fingerprints. Noticing that Amy was watching the Sheikh's security procedures, the security guard placed a rough arm over her eyes so that she couldn't see what was happening. Amy heard the noise of the door opening, and someone dragged her through what she thought must be numerous passageways and corridors. She did not know where she was or where she was going. Additionallly, Amy felt exposed as she was wearing nothing but her bra and panties as the bodyguard led her around the palace.