The Prince And The Journalist Ch 06

The Prince and the Journalist 6 - Questions and Answers

(Rose's point of view)

I have barely been in the mall for thirty seconds when I realize what Lady Stephanie meant with her words.

At first glance what I see inside the mall, is not very different from what I have seen before in the United States, Europe or shopping malls in Doha, Abu Dhabi or Kuala Lumpur, dozens of tourists and foreign visitors, along with the elite of the Emirate being served by beautiful females employees dressed attractively and strikingly.

It is in these female sales clerks where I find the differences, in the malls of Doha, Abu Dhabi or Kuala Lumpur, most of the employees are of local origin, in this one practically all the female employees are of western origin, and most of them wear a slave necklace adorning their necks.

I observe the female sales clerks, their behavior seems no different from any female sales clerk I have seen before, they attend to the customers with a smile on their lips, without any gesture denoting discomfort or discomfort, a smile not unlike the one I have seen on the faces of Rina or Atiya as they attended to Bungami's cock and were fucked by the giant Nubian.

"I'm glad I got you right;" Lady Stephanie says to me, though I don't understand what she means.

(Lady Stephanie's point of view)

As soon as we enter the mall, Rose begins to look around, quickly focusing her gaze on the female sales clerks. She doesn't say anything but her gaze and the gesture of her body is enough of a sign to give me to understand that she has understood what I meant by my words before entering the mall.

"I'm glad I got it right with you;" I say placing myself next to her. "When I left the magazine with your story on Caleb's table I wasn't sure he would see it and be interested in it, but I had no doubt that if he saw it he would choose you to do the article."

"As soon as Caleb laid out the idea of the story and I started to draw up the list of possible candidates, your name was among the first, you are a journalist very different from the rest, IQ of 188, a seventeen year old graduate in Biology and Biomedicine, you could have gone to work for one of the top three companies in the industry with a contract close to seven figures, instead you decided to be a journalist."

"Besides, when you chose to be a journalist, you could have taken advantage of that smile and that body that God has given you and get any TV show you could have wanted, you could have chosen fashion reports, celebrity reports, but no, you had to be an investigative journalist and cover impossible and dangerous reports;" I comment to her, seeing her surprised face at my words.

"I see you have researched me thoroughly;" Rose replies to me, a little scared that I have discovered some things about her that I know most people ignore about.

"As you have done with us;" I reply. "Although what you've done in a week I've been doing for three months now, and despite everything I've discovered about you, I'm still finding surprises."

"What surprises?" she asks me without knowing what I mean.

"For example, if you are here it is not because you are really interested in the Emirate of Kanaan at all, if you are here it is because your last report about Senator Edwards and influence peddling in the Senate has earned you many important enemies, and you decided together with the editor of your newspaper Mr. Curtis, that here you would be safe and isolated for a while, am I wrong?"

Rose does not answer me, she has nothing to say to me, everything I have told her is correct, even the things that no one should know.

"The western slave girls are a fundamental part of the Emirate's economy;" I begin to explain to her. "Right now a part almost as important as the caltenium mine."

I notice how Rose is surprised at my words, returning to observe how those slave girls we are talking about behave, attending to customers with the usual smile on her face. She is so intent on watching the slave girls and my words, that she hasn't even noticed that I have told Nabila to take Yaiza away so we can talk quietly.

"When about twelve years ago, against the opinion of all the powers of the Emirate, my husband initiated reforms for openness and modernization, 50% of the men did not know how to read and write, rising to 90% in women, who also legally had fewer rights than any slave girl has now. I myself taught most of the Emir's daughters to read, only Nabila had received an education;" I commented, pausing for a moment before continuing.

"Being the first born, until the birth of Caleb, Nabila was the heir to the throne and was educated for it, when her brother was born, she was fourteen years old and my husband decided to maintain her education and send her to study in Turkey, Spain and England."

"Right now all the Emirate's minors up to the age of sixteen are in school, even the tribal girls who are still resisting reforms receive classes every day;" I pointed out. "Two years ago we opened the first university in the country, where 60% of the students are women."

"With these data that I am telling you, you can imagine the problems we faced when we decided to build the schools, the shopping centers, the hospitals, the office buildings, we had no qualified personnel to work with, neither male, much less female;" I expose. "The male staff, with the salaries we offered, was not difficult to get, the female staff was, no woman wanted to come to work in a place where a little carelessness could end up with a slave collar for the rest of her life."

"But what was the problem, at the same time was the solution;" I point out closing my eyes, trying to trigger the memory in my mind.

My husband was out of the country being treated for the cancer he had just been diagnosed with, which years later would kill him, and I was serving as Regent for the first time, a slave girl running the Emirate. Shortly before dawn, I received a call from the police, warning me that two dozen French, German and Spanish tourists had been arrested in violation of the curfew.

It was something that had never happened before, we had no female visitors, excluding the Emir's harem slave girls, acquired by order, there were barely half a hundred western slave girls in the Emirate, and most were tourists kidnapped in Egypt, Syria and other countries of the Sahara that came through the caravans to the oasis of 'The Desert Gate' where they were sold to the highest bidder.

When I arrived at the police station, dressed in my harem outfit, the only clothes I had, apart from attracting the stares of all the men, I found all the girls naked and handcuffed, surrounded by policemen who kept looking at them without knowing what to do. None of the girls spoke Arabic and none of the policemen spoke English, German or Spanish, so it was up to me to act as translator and communicate to the young women what awaited them.

"My name is Stephanie Carter and I am the First Wife of Emir Yussuf Al Dilial ib Ghazi al Kanaan and current Regent of the Emirate, you have entered an area forbidden to women, violated the curfew and also consumed alcohol, all of which condemns you to slavery according to the laws of the Emirate."

All the young women began to shout and protest, and several threw themselves on the policemen, being quickly reduced, finally one of them stepped forward and began to speak.

"I am Miriam Martí Serra, a student from Barcelona, we are all students at the Autonomous University of Barcelona and we just graduated, we came on a trip to Dubai, and there we were told to visit Kanaan. We were unaware of the Emirate's laws and we regret having broken them, but we are citizens of the European Union and they cannot enslave us."

"The slavery laws apply to any woman who sets foot in the Emirate, though that is not something I can decide;" I answered her. "But I can make sure nothing happens to you until the Emir returns and makes that decision."

"Take them to the palace and I don't want anyone to touch them;" I ordered the policemen.

For the next two weeks, the students resided in the palace without anyone disturbing them, during which time I met with them several times, especially Miriam to try to find out as much as possible about them, discovering that they had degrees in commerce, medicine, advertising, plus they all knew how to speak two, three or even four languages.

Obviously, this situation caused a tremendous diplomatic scandal, but at that time there was only one British consulate and the Emir cared little about what they thought in the West.

As soon as the Emir returned, I met with him and outlined what I had thought we should do with the girls.

"You could modify the sentences for slavery, as part of the opening up measures, remove the life slavery sentences, the few western slaves we have had, have been released within a few years by their owners and made their wives, reduce the sentences to between one and five years depending on the crime, let's employ those slaves in the new jobs, let's pay them money they can enjoy when they are free, there are six female teachers and four doctors among the tourists detained;" I commented to the Emir.

"It may be the missing step to make the opening and modernization you have put in place work."

To my surprise, my husband accepted my idea and amended the slavery laws, the tourists were sentenced to three years of slavery and bought by the government to employ them in positions commensurate with their training.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out as well as I had hoped, and I should have known what was going to happen. The main use of the slave girls in Kanaan, and especially of the western slave girls has been sexual, and my husband was clear about it, they were young and attractive girls and they were his slave girls, and he had no problem to fuck them when he felt like it, the same as the owners to whom we gave some of the slave girls did.

Fortunately, in spite of that unforeseen event, my idea worked, right now we receive five million visitors, 40% of whom are women, approximately between three and five hundred tourists end up enslaved every year. We try to make sure that most of them end up as government slave girls, although at least 25% end up in the city's brothels or clubs, and 10% in private hands.

"What became of the twenty-four female tourists?" asks Rose with curiosity and some trepidation, hoping she hasn't interrupted my recollection.

"Most of them returned to their countries when they were freed, although three of them stayed in Kanaan and married their former owners, five others returned to the Emirate to work as free women and remain here, among them Miriam, who is the current director of Prince Susej Hospital, the most important hospital in the city:" I answer. "I will try to arrange an interview with her."

As we talk, a group of four male tourists surround one of the female sales clerks and one of them tries to tear her clothes off, quickly several security guards appear and reduce the tourists by chasing them out of the mall.

"Slave girls are not whores that any man can use at his whim;" I say to Rose seeing her reaction.

"I don't understand;" she comments shaking her head at me. "Teresa has told me about hotel slave girls, who can be used by any customer, and now you tell me that slave girls are not whores."

"And they are not;" I retort angrily. "Most of the so-called hotel slave girls are slave girls with five-year sentences, who accept that role in exchange for seeing their sentences reduced."

"So these mall slave girls, are they sexually used?" she asks me.

"Surely, though considerably less than attractive young women like them would like;" I reply. "They all reside in a reserved area of the mall, and I have no doubt that during breaks they are used by the male staff, although considering there are about five hundred slave girls and only one hundred and fifty men..."

"Most of the time they are normal female sales clerks, working two six hour shifts with two hours off, the rest of the time they are in their assigned rooms, most of them completing online whatever studies they were doing before their visit to Kanaan. Only the slave girls assigned to the Market floor notice the differences, as you will see later."

"How much do the slave girls charge?" asks Rose again, who seems to have activated journalist mode.

"It depends on the job;" I answer. "All the slave girls get a minimum of $2,000 a month, all the money is given to her at the end of her sentence, but for example, a sale clerk like the ones you're looking at gets about $4,000 a month, a teacher about $10,000."

"$2,000!" she exclaims in surprise. "Even brothel whores and hotel slave girls?" she asks without thinking.

"Considering that the cheapest hotel room in Kanaan goes for $1,500 a night, and that a brothel usually charges between five hundred and a thousand dollars for the use of a western slave girl, that's not a lot of money;" I reply.

Rose is silent and averts her gaze, as if pondering what her next question is going to be.

"It is the families of the local slave girls who receive a part of the money, the rest is agreed by the two parties at the end of the service period;" I comment her, assuming she is thinking about Rina and Atiya, the Slaves girls she was with last night. "And enough with the questions, Nabila and Yaiza are waiting for us to start shopping."

"Okay Lady Stephanie, just one more question;" she tells me. "Do any western tourists stay in the Emirate after their sentence is over?"

"More than you think;" I reply pointing to a couple of female sales clerks, dressed the same as the rest, but with their necks free of the collar. "We offer very important contracts to young women who decide to stay and work in the Emirate."

I notice how Rose wants to ask me many more questions, but the arrival of Nabila and Yaiza prevents me from doing so, and more so when Yaiza grabs her hand and leads her towards the metal stairs.

(Rose's point of view)

We spent the next two hours walking around the mall, buying clothes for Yaiza, Lady Stephanie and myself, I'm no fashion expert, but I've been to enough Hollywood events, high society parties and even royal receptions to know what's necessary at any given time. Plus having half a dozen female sales clerks attending to you, offering you clothes from the most exclusive brands, knowing that Caleb is going to take care of everything helps the time pass quickly and you don't have to think long and hard about what to choose.

Lady Stephanie goes along with my advice most of the time, only on a couple of occasions does she reject the outfits I choose, at forty one years old as you can see yesterday in the harem, she is still a very beautiful woman, with a well cared for body, which is still very attractive, and more so now that in her closet there is much more than grey suit jackets, the only surprise I get is when helping her choose several lingerie outfits, which makes me wonder who she wants to get sexy and desirable for.

Buying clothes for Yaiza is much easier, firstly because everything fits her and she likes everything, and secondly because it helps a lot to have a thirteen year old goddaughter to whom I buy all the whims she asks me. We not only buy clothes for the young princess, we also buy her makeup, perfumes and all those things that a thirteen year old teenager starts to need, as well as several watches, bracelets and necklaces, and her first earrings, I am very surprised that in a place so fond of piercing women's bodies, Yaiza has not even worn any earrings yet.

Although what Yaiza is most excited about, is the IPad and IPhone that at Lady Stephanie's request I choose for her.

Lady Nabila also buys several things, but at no time does she consult anything with me, since Lady Stephanie introduced us, she has not stopped looking at me strangely, as if she was studying me and without addressing me at any time, giving me the impression that my presence makes her uncomfortable.

"It's time to have a little fun and for you to continue learning things about your report;" Lady Stephanie comments to me. "Lady Nabila will accompany you to the floor of the market destined for the slave girls, there they will be waiting for you, I will stay with Yaiza."

(Lady Nabila's point of view)

I am surprised when Lady Stephanie tells Rose that I will be the one to accompany her to the plant dedicated to the slave girls while she stays with Yaiza.

This is not what we talked about last night, I accepted to accompany them to buy to spend some time with Yaiza after almost six months without seeing her, and to have a first impression about Rose in order to help her in future meetings and especially for when we visit the tribes.

As I look at Rose I see that she is as surprised as I am, we have barely exchanged three words since we were introduced and now I have to accompany her and answer her questions.

As we go up in the elevator, I lean against the wall and watch Rose, she looks uncomfortable and nervous avoiding looking at my face. As it happens to my brother Caleb, blondes are not my type, although I can't deny that I find her attractive, with that permanent smile on her lips, even when she looks nervous she doesn't stop smiling at any time, having replaced the suit jacket that Lady Stephanie left her with low-waisted jeans that stylize her long legs and a sleeveless top that exposes her belly gives her a plus that I didn't expect.

If her face attracts attention, what can I say about her body, yesterday I could see her while Rina was playing with her, and I find it perfect, although with three kilos less she would be better, her wide hips are made for a man to hold on to them and drive his cock deep into her pussy, causing her to moan with pleasure. Her pussy would be better free of the clump of hair she wears, and I have no doubt that with another hairstyle and another type of make-up she would be even more attractive.

Despite not being my kind of girl, I can't stop looking and watching her body, remembering all the details I saw in last night's video, imagining that it's me and not Rina who plays with her until bringing her to orgasm, knowing that if the slave girl with little lesbian experience managed to handle her that way, I could completely submit her to me.

I notice how those thoughts start to turn me on, yesterday I couldn't help masturbating while watching the video, and today I want to do it again.

When the elevator opens on the market floor, we find three female sales clerks waiting for us, who after greeting us indicate us to follow them.

"Everything is prepared as Lady Stephanie ordered us yesterday;" one of the female sales clerks tells us. "My name is Ariadna and I will accompany you;" she says to Rose. "These are Carla and Tania and they will be your companions;" she adds pointing at me.

"What has Lady Stephanie prepared for us?" I ask Ariadna before walking on.

"Full spa session, manicure, pedicure, hairdresser, Lady Stephanie wants her two guests to be perfect for the little party she has prepared tonight;" Ariadna answers me.

"Shit!" I whisper under my breath, Lady Stephanie has played me again, like every time I visit the palace since my return to the Emirate, she prepares some party or reception full of famous models and actresses, which she does not take long to introduce me behaving like a Celestina. Luckily for her, after spending six months with the nomadic tribes away from the luxuries of the palace, a full treatment at the hands of two trained slave girls doesn't seem like a bad idea.

As we make our way to the massage rooms, Rose keeps looking at me as if she wants to tell me something, but she is dragged away by Ariadne, who seems to be very clear about what she has to do.