The Prince And The Journalist Ch 02

The Prince and the Female Journalist 2 - New York Night

(Caleb's point of view)

"I have had dinner prepared for us in my suite;" I say to Miss Wagner trying to get her to stop looking at Teresa. "There are certain subjects that are best not discussed in public."

"Of course Your Highness, we don't want anyone to realize that you are walking around with a young woman enslaved by the ancient laws of your country;" she answers me with an ironic tone trying to regain control of the situation.

We go up to the suite, where they have prepared an elegant dinner with typical dishes and products of the Emirate, we sit down and begin to dine, during the next half hour we barely exchange a few words, Miss Wagner only asks me a couple of things related to the food we are tasting.

"There are still many interesting dishes that you will be able to taste when we are in Kanaan;" I tell her. "Now let's sit on the couch and you can ask me what you are really looking forward to;" I add pulling out the chair so that Miss Wagner gets up.

My guest sits on the couch, but I head to the bar in the suite to pour myself a drink. "Would you like a drink Miss Wagner?" I ask as I pour myself a glass of eight-year-old Old Fitzgerald bourbon.

"Gin on the rocks, I don't care what brand;" the journalist answers me. "And if you want me to keep calling you Caleb you'd better call me Rose."

I hand her the glass of gin and sit on the other end of the couch, "We can start anytime Rose."

Rose takes a long drink from the glass and I watch as she savors the contents, snickering as she does so.

"Delicious!" she murmurs taking another small gulp. "I thought you were Muslim, but I see you're drinking alcohol?" she comments to me.

"The gin is Watenshi;" I tell Rose. "If you liked it I'll have a case of bottles sent to you as a gift;" I add before answering her question. "I am a Muslim Rose, but as you will see if you decide to travel to Kanaan, there are many precepts of my religion that I do not abide by;" I reply.

"In the letter you sent to my newspaper, you say that you want me to do a report on the Emirate, explaining 'everything', the modernization and changes that have happened these years, the tourist areas, the mineral resources, and even the female slavery that exists in Kanaan and not only as a penal sentence. Is that correct?" she continues to ask me.

"It is correct Rose;" I reply. "I want you to spend the next month in Kanaan, residing in the palace, visiting any part of the Emirate you wish, and that includes the Emir's harem where you can interview any of the slave girls, and the markets where the new slave girls are sold."

"And when the month is up I will have to give you the report so you can correct it and remove what you don't like;" Rose interrupts me.

"I'm sure after a month in Kanaan you won't have anything bad to say about the Emirate;" I comment smiling. "I won't read it until you publish it. Tell me if you accept the offer and set the price."

I watch as Rose hesitates for a few moments, savoring the gin again, looking at me as she thinks about her answer.

"Alright Caleb, I agree to do the report;" Rose answers me. 'But I don't want money for doing it, I just want you to keep your word to have access to any corner of the palace or the Emirate;' she adds pausing.

"Plus I want to be able to fuck any of the harem slave girls whenever I feel like it;" she adds looking away somewhat embarrassed.

"Are you a lesbian?" I ask her directly, causing her face to redden even more.

"I'm not, but I don't think residing in a harem I'd have much chance to enjoy a cock;" the blonde journalist comments to me showing a mischievous smile.

"You may be in for a surprise;" I point out calling Teresa to come before us.

Teresa quickly appears before us, and kneels in the middle of the room, spreading her legs and placing her open hands behind her head.

"As I told you before, this is Teresa, she is Spanish, but she speaks perfect English, French and Arabic, I have chosen her as your personal slave girl, she will act as your translator and guide when you are in Kanaan, besides serving you in everything you ask her;" I explain to Rose before getting up to leave her alone.

I watch as Rose looks at Teresa, the beautiful slave girl is quite a sight to behold, which is causing my cock to get hard. The tan of her skin stands out even more with the white lingerie set she is wearing, her tits don't look too big, but her body is slender and slightly muscled and her face is beautiful to look at.

"You don't need to leave;" Rose says to me as she sees me get up. "I have a room reserved."

"I have booked this suite for you;" I reply. "See you at breakfast time, we fly for Kanaan at noon."

The evening is about to get even better, although just an hour ago I thought that would be impossible, the interview with Miss Wagner turned out much better than I expected, not only did she readily agree to the possibility of traveling to Kanaan and doing the report, but she seemed delighted to do it immediately.

Not only did Miss Wagner turn out to be as interesting a journalist as her references said she was, but she is even sexier and more attractive in person than her photos show, although from the way she looked at Teresa and from her requests to be able to enjoy the slave girls in my harem, it seems that her attractions go another way, despite having assured me that she likes to enjoy a good cock.

Not that I care, I have promised myself not to fuck her until the report is finished and Teresa has seduced her by preparing her for me, although once we are in Kanaan, anything can happen. What I am sure is that if my sensations are correct, surrounded by two dozen of the harem slave girls, I am going to enjoy many shows starring Miss Wagner.

Before returning to Kanaan the next morning, I have decided to go out for some fun in New York, and head to one of the clubs that have been recommended to me several times in Los Angeles, and which I have not been able to visit until now.

As soon as I walk through the door of the club, I am aware of the reason for the recommendations, it is lavishly decorated imitating a Greek or Roman villa, specifically one they found in Capua at the end of WWI.

All the waitresses are dressed in a simple white linen skirt, leaving their breasts in the air, and as the only adornment they wear an iron necklace imitating those worn by slave girls at that time. Everywhere you look there are St. Andrew's crosses, colts and pillories, some are already occupied, while others are waiting for someone to use them.

I scan the room with my eyes, finding the kind of people expected, the submissives who have come with their Master waiting to be used, the submissives who have come alone looking for a Master to dominate them, the Dominas, all self-assured, looking for a toy for the night, although what they are really looking for is someone to make them their plaything, and then there is her.

Tall, young and blonde, with big tits, an innocent face with beautiful blue eyes that can't help but watch everything going on around her. Surely a tourist who found the club on the internet and didn't bother to read anything else, the perfect prey for a hunter like me.

As I guessed as I approached her, I'm not the only hunter interested in the young woman, there are at least three others on the prowl. Two of them retreat as soon as they notice my presence, I don't know if they do it because they know me or because they are aware that they can't compete with me.

The third hunter is the type that doesn't fit in a place like this, surely a nouveau riche or a lucky sportsman, who thinks that with an expensive suit and showing a wad of bills he can have a girl like her surrendered at his feet.

I see how he approaches her and whispers something in her ear, the girl makes a scared face and moves away from him giving him a slap before, the man reacts as I expected, trying to slap the girl back, but before he can do it I grab his arm, taking him to his back and taking advantage of his momentum to throw him in the middle of the room.

He stands up quickly, charging at me, he is four inches taller than me and weighs seventy poundss more, he is confident of his victory. I could easily finish him off without causing him any harm, but he has made me angry with his attitude.

When he reaches my height to hit me I quickly move aside, causing him to walk past me, as he does so I hit him with the sole of my boot at the knee, causing it to crack with a loud crunch.

The screams alert all the clients, and quickly several of the club's security officers appear before us.

"What happened here?" asks one of them.

"This guy didn't know that even though this is a BDSM club if a girl says no, you can't force her;" I quickly reply as I approach my prey and hug her to reassure her.

The poor bastard doesn't seem to be liked by most of the club clients, several of them corroborate my version and that of the young girl, and minutes later a stretcher takes the idiot away still screaming in pain.

"If the sanction for drug use hadn't ended his career, this sure will, I don't think he'll ever walk without a limp again;" one of the security people tells me.

While I have been talking to the club attendants, the girl has not separated from me, allowing me to hold her by the waist with one hand, while with the other I caressed her bare back.

"You'd better sit down and have a drink;" I gesture to the young girl escorting her to one of the reserved booths.

"Thank you so much for helping me;" the young woman says to me gulping down the glass of whiskey I have handed her. "My name is Gabbie."

"Nice to meet you Gabbie, I'm Caleb;" I tell her. "I can have a cab called to take you home or drive you myself if you'd like."

"I'm sorry;" she replies ducking her head. "I'm from a small town in Chicago and I'm in New York visiting a friend, she picked me up at the station and we came straight to the club, I lost sight of her as soon as I walked in and I don't know where she lives."

I watch the young woman, her agitated breathing causes her generous tits to push against the thin fabric of the dress as if they want to break free.

"Tell me what your friend's name is and what she looks like and we'll try to find her;" I comment to Gabbie.

Once Gabbie gives me all her friend's details, I call the club manager I spoke to when I rescued my escort and relay the information I received.

"Playroom 3;" the manager quickly answers me. "This is Vicky, she is a regular visitor, she has been bringing young girls to the club for months, with some she plays with for a while and then when she has them excited she lets the guy you broke her leg or one of her friends fuck them, with others she is more direct, she just leaves them alone in the club for her friends to corner them and take them to some playroom."

I look at Gabbie, and imagining the bastard who wanted to beat her up fucking her, I get pretty angry.

"I assume the club rules are the same as in LA?" I ask the attendant who has been left waiting in the booking room.

"Of course Master Caleb;" he answers me by name even though I haven't introduced myself. "To access the game rooms all visitors sign the appropriate authorizations, and in Vicky's despite being a lesbian, there is no limit on use."

"Perfect;" I point out at the manager's words. "I want the two best Doms in the club to take care of her and teach that slut a little lesson, when they are done have them adorn her body, and forbid her to enter any club on the network otherwise she is like a resident submissive."

"Whatever you wish Master Caleb;" the attendant says to me. "And sorry for the inconvenience earlier, I hadn't recognized you;" he adds walking out of the booth.

I sit down next to Gabbie who seems calmer, although that doesn't make feeling me next to her make her cling to me to feel more secure.

I flip a knob on a panel on the couch, and the wall opposite us rises up showing a TV screen displaying some kind of dungeon with a naked young woman inside, being fucked by a guy while another young woman dressed in red leather whips her tits.

"Victoria!" shouts Gabbie as she recognizes her friend. "What are you doing?" she asks me in fright at what appears on the screen.

"What she was going to do to you if I didn't get to intervene;" I reply to Gabbie.

"That's impossible, we've been friends since we were little girls;" Gabbie comments shaking her head at me.

I press another button on the panel and the sound coming from the dungeon starts to be heard in the room.

"Damn that idiot Armand;" shouts Vicky unloading another blow on the young girl's tits. "Precisely had to spoil it today, when I finally had that prude Gabbie on my hands;" she adds delivering another lash.

"It's taken me six months to convince Mrs. Perfect to visit me so I could fuck her and humiliate her and it all goes wrong;" Vicky screams, this time spanking the young woman's pussy. "I've been wanting to get even with her for three years, because of her my parents kicked me out of the house and I had to end up working as a whore in New York."

"Why didn't you help Armand, between the three of you you would have put an end to that meddler;" Vicky asks the guy who is fucking the young woman and another one who appears sitting waiting."

"He gave me a bad feeling as soon as I saw him approach, and seeing what he did to Armand I was right;" answers the guy sitting down.

"Damn fools!" exclaims Vicky. "If it wasn't for me you'd still be selling crack in high schools and pimping $10 whores. Now we've got twenty fancy bitches we're making $20,000 every day, plus everything we've made from selling to the rest. For Gabbie we could have made at least half a million."

"Now, take care of the two guys as well, and tomorrow notify the police;" I tell the manager over the internal line after having heard the conversation going on the screen. "I'll take care of Vicky myself;" I add before hanging up.

Just as I hang up, the doors of the game room burst open, letting in half a dozen club managers, before Vicky and the two men can react they are on the floor with their hands cuffed behind their backs.

The attendants lead the two men out of the cell, and place Vicky in the young woman's place after stripping and gagging her.

"I've been waiting for months for the chance to teach you a lesson;" says a leather-clad woman entering the room.

"We're going to fuck you until you beg us to let you cum;" points out another woman entering after the first. "And when you do, we're going to keep fucking you and bringing you to orgasm after orgasm until you beg us to stop."

"It's time to go;" I tell Gabbie standing up and offering her my hand to follow me. "I don't think you want to see what comes next."

"I want to see it all;" she tells me without moving from the couch or looking away from the screen. "I want you to fuck me while we watch it;" she adds to my surprise.

"I came to New York to lose my virginity;" Gabbie tells me. "I didn't want my first time to be with some acquaintance who would then go bragging about it to his friends, so I arranged this trip with Victoria."

I sit back down next to her, and hold her head pulling her to me, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. "I assure you it's going to be an unforgettable night;" I whisper before kissing her again, this time passionately, forcing my tongue into her mouth.

I take Gabbie's hand and lift her up quickly leaving the reserved room, crossing a hallway to a wooden door, I enter a code into the panel and the door opens revealing its interior.

Gabbie stops at the sight of the walls covered in whips, dildos and chains, but when she sees a huge round bed in the center, she resumes her pacing and enters the room.

I lay Gabbie down on the bed, and before I move to her side I activate a knob on the wall causing a screen to come down from the ceiling showing the image of Vicky and the two women. One of them is kneeling on the floor next to Vicky, playing with a dildo in her pussy, the other is standing with a lit candle in each hand pouring hot wax over the new slave girl's tits.

I lie down beside Gabbie and slowly begin to undress her, pausing to caress every bit of her skin, her neck, her arms, until I get close to her beautiful tits. Her nipples are already prominent above her dark areolas, as soon as my mouth brushes her nipple Gabbie's whole body shudders.

"You've never done this before?" I ask Gabbie raising my head slightly.

"No;" she answers me with a flushed face. "I've only ever had one boyfriend, and he was content to just grope me over my clothes, and make me give him a blow job."

I shake my head wondering how there could be boys so idiotic to pass up such a delicious morsel as Gabbie, and place my mouth on her other nipple, drawing the first moan from her mouth.

Much to my dismay I abandon Gabbie's nipples and continue down her entire body, a slim, slender body that I roam over with interest. When I reach the edge of Gabbie's panties I stop and bring one of my hands forward, running it along the wet fabric, inserting it with one of my fingers.

"It's not time yet;" I say to Gabbie, helping her sit up on the bed, positioning myself behind her with my hand inside her panties.

"Look at your friend;" I say grabbing her head so she's looking at the TV. "She's about to beg to be allowed to cum."

On the screen, Vicky's body is completely covered in sweat, melted wax and red marks, her face is dirty from makeup running from tears. Despite that the two dominas don't stop, one of them is fucking her pussy, while the other one plays with a vibrator on her clitoris.

"Let's take off her gag;" comments one of the Mistresses, releasing the dildo.

As soon as she removes the gag, intense moans come out of Vicky's mouth, who begins to beg for the denied orgasm.

The two dominas smile, satisfied that they have fulfilled the first part of what they promised Vicky, knowing that it won't be long before they fulfill the second.

I turn up the screen, so Gabbie won't be distracted, although she hasn't been paying attention for a while, exactly from the moment my fingers started moving inside her pussy, focusing on her clit.

"Ask me;" I order Gabbie. "Surrender to me."

"Please Caleb, I want to cum;" Gabbie begs me.

I increase the movement of my fingers inside Gabbie's pussy causing her to explode in orgasm, cumming abundantly on the bed.

Without letting Gabbie recover, I lay her back down on the bed, although this time I bring her hands over her head and strap them on.

"Now it's my turn to enjoy;" I tell her sitting on her body, placing my cock between her tits. "I'm going to fuck your tits and cum on your face;" I comment.

I pour oil over Gabbie's tits and squeeze them around my cock, starting to move back and forth, playing with her hard nipples as I do so.

"Suck my cock;" I command her.

Gabbie lifts her head, trying to take my cock into her mouth each time I thrust forward, failing on several of the attempts, when she finally closes her lips around the tip of my cock, she doesn't seem to want to let go. I sit up a little higher on her body, so I can take my cock deeper into her mouth, though I barely hold on for a couple of minutes in that new position before the sensation produced by Gabbie's tits and lips wrapping around my cock causes me to cum all over her face and tits.

With my cock still hard despite cumming, I position myself between Gabbie's legs, aligning my cock with her wet and ready pussy, I look into her eyes waiting for her permission, and as soon as she shakes her head in the affirmative I thrust my hips forward.

A small scream is the only sign of Gabbie's loss of virginity, who immediately begins to moan in pleasure and string together orgasm after orgasm. I spend over ten minutes fucking Gabbie, changing positions every few moments, causing her to be practically exhausted by the time I cum in her once virgin pussy.