The Secretary's Kidnapping

[rashid]

coffee on the terrace

As was our custom my brothers and I relaxed over coffee later that afternoon and made plans for our guests. I had summoned the cook and was delighted that she was so enthusiastic about spending a few days educating Kyle. Omar was going to see to Vincent with the help of several of the Hareem - Vincent would soon be a gibbering idiot. The women of the hareem could be cruel indeed when the opportunity for revenge on a man presented itself and the hulking Vincent was a perfect candidate for their loving attentions. I smiled to myself to think of that disgusting infidel at the mercy of my lovely, lovely ladies.............
Omar broke into my thoughts inquiring about my plans for our little secretarial slut and for the moment I set aside these pleasurable musings to focus on the task before me. As the oldest son of our esteemed father it was my duty to instruct my siblings in the use and abuse of the power that comes from great wealth. They would see how pigs like Kyle would sell even those they loved for a few ounces of gold and how a slut like Samantha might be trained to willingly perform her services for any and all who I, Rashid, might offer her to. There would never be a single blemish on her lovely body but ahhhhh what we could do to her mind......................

 

[SexySecretary]

Samantha Meets The Harem

I was ushered through the golden doors by a eunuch armed with a sword. These men were castrated, I knew, so that they could not take one of the women of the harem.

Four women looked up at me as I entered. One was blonde, the other three were Middle Eastern. They were dressed in the same manners of colthing as I -- sleeveless tunics and harem pants.

The blonde smiled. "I am Julie, Rashid's favorite." She indicated one of the dark-haired girls who looked very young. "This is mine and Rashid's daughter, Samira."

The other two looked at me with curiosity. Julie introduced them --Jasmin, Omar's favorite, and Rosine, Khalil's favorite. Julie ex-plained that they had been instructed to take very good care of me, to bathe and pamper me, and dress me in fresh clothes for the night with Rashid.

Julie and Jasmin drew my bath, and Rosine took another set of clothing from a closet. Julie allowed Samira to help bathe me, while Jasmin carefully styled my hair into a mass of braids. Sud-denly, I heard a shriek.

"What was that?" I cried. Julie shrugged, and said, "Rashid said something about a Kyle that he was leaving to the mercy of the cook, who is so cruel."

"Kyle!?!?" I cried. "Kyle is my ex. He needs me!" I stood. Julie gripped my arm in a viselike grip. "Forget him, he is for the plea-sure of Cook now."

They finished bathing me, and dressed me in the clothes, which were royal blue, and this time I remained barefoot. Wreaths of flowers adorned each wrist and were woven into my hair. Then the doors of the harem swung open.

 

[rashid]

a most delicious evening

On completion of the days business, I gave myself over to the duty sluts for my bath. They were waiting for me as usual. The water was hot. The towels were soft. The soaps perfumed. As I entered the bath chamber, the four girls
on duty dropped to their knees, heads bowed as they had been taught, eager to serve their undisputed master. I touched the first lightly on the shoulder and she rose to take my robe and place it on one of several pedestals in the bath chamber which had been placed there for just that purpose. When the robe was placed, she again dropped to her knees to await my next command.
I held out my hands and instantly the two closest to me took them to steady me as I stepped into the waiting bath. The heat from the scented water instantly began to relieve the stresses and strains of this days labor and I allowed myself a brief moment to empty my mind. Soft hands massaged my feet, my shoulders, my hands. The lead girl then straddled my chest facing away from me and, as the others continued to bathe the rest of me, she slowly lowered her lovely face to my stirring cock. Using only her tounge, she carefully cleaned every fraction of the royal tool while I idley stroked the pussys of the two girls beside me. The tounge bath soon had me fully aroused but I had already decided to save my hot cum for our newest addition to paradise. Clapping my hands, I stood up to be towelled dry and prepared for the evening. Surrounded by beautiful naked women dedicated to my every whim, it pleased me to postpone my release. Each moment added to my anticipation and I allowed myself to enjoy the rough towel against my now straining cock. Soon I was dressed.
I knew Julie and the others had been working all afternoon to prepare Samantha for the first royal fucking of her young slut life and I expected a most rewarding evening. When I arrived at the Hareem, the guards saluted and swung open the great golden doors to reveal the grand, silken, candlelit home of the 346 women who made up the Hareem. Immediately I made a mental note to reward Julie for a magnificent job. Before me stood our American slut, now fully anointed, collared and properly postured in supplication to her master. She was truely exquisite. On her knees, legs spead to expose her pussy and asshole to the cold marble floor, breasts thrusting against the thin silk which supported them and lifted them to me like a pair of satin bon bons, her head bowed and the leash attached to her collar dangling to the floor, she was more vulnerable than she had ever been in her short life. I placed the tip of my leather riding crop under her chin and lifted her face. For an instant her eyes flashed in anger and frustration at her helplessness only to melt into submission as I placed the toe of my boot between her legs and lifted it into her already moist snatch. "you will come with me" I told her. "you will be silent unless I command you to speak and you will obey only me from now on. If you fail in this respect you will live only long enough to regret your foolishness. Do you understand me?"
The harshness of my tone was rewarded with a gush of wet on the toe of my boot and I smiled inwardly to know this beautiful slut would become my pet.
I reached to take the leash. It was time to visit the kitchen. I was most anxious to see Samanthas face when she saw her betrayer Kyle trussed up like a side of beef with his cock and balls exposed to the tender ministrations of our ever so talented dyke bitch cook. Helga had been stolen from her native Germany some ten years ago when she was just a girl and, although she would never be suitable for the Hareem, she was a treasure in my household. She ran the kitchens with an iron fist. Tall, blond and built like a viking goddess, she took what she wanted, from who she wanted and when she wanted, needing permission only from me. A permission I willingly granted to one who served me so well.
The scene in the kitchen was delightful. From our observation point Kyle was clearly visible, hands and feet bound together, face hooded with a leather mask and hanging naked from the ceiling directly in Helgas pathway so she could play and work at the same time. At first sight of her former lover Samantha gasped in astonishment and fear, quickly giving way to a smouldering pleasure as she watched Helga slap Kyles exposed balls and prick with a large wooden spoon. Helga laughed like a child as Kyle convulsed in the air trying deperately to scream through the gag in his mouth. Like me, Helga had little use for those who would betray their loved ones for money and our young American traitor would pay her price for his sin. She would spend days bringing him to the brink of orgasm only to retreat and leave him begging for release. Sam would then have her own revenge. I smiled again, and, taking the leash in my hands, pulled our little slut onto her knes to suck my now straining cock while Kyle swung helplessly in the kitchen.
I had delayed this moment as long as possible to ready her for my enjoyment and would delay no longer. Sams lovely lips parted and she groaned to envelope my thick hard member, licking and sucking as her head bobbed up and down on my shaft. I held her hair with both my hands, guiding her sweet face into my groin, fucking her hot mouth for the first time. Wanting to prolong the moment, I tensed the muscles at the base of my cock, holding the cum back as long as possible, savouring the sight of my latest slave as she fingered her hot cunt and sucked my royal cock with such passion as if she was thanking me for taking vengance on Kyle. Her hot slit was dripping now and she moaned out loud. I turned her to face her betrayer so she could watch his agony while I fucked her red hot cunt from behind. She was so wet there was no need to be gentle and I rammed my huge pole deep into her, faster and faster until she screamed "yes master, Oh God, fuck me master, ohhhhhhhh Goooooodddd " and collapsed in a heap at my feet while I came all over her back and ass. Helga grinned, looking up at me and gave our unhappy guest another whack with the wooden spoon just as I came. We left the kitchen then and headed for the dining room, Sam following me, still on the leash, head down and dripping my cum on the floor as we walked. She would no doubt enjoy the meal she was to eat on the floor at my feet and the entertainment supplied by her one time kidnapper and the ladies of the Hareem.

 

[rashid]

a most delicious evening

On completion of the days business, I gave myself over to the duty sluts for my bath. They were waiting for me as usual. The water was hot. The towels were soft. The soaps perfumed. As I entered the bath chamber, the four girls
on duty dropped to their knees, heads bowed as they had been taught, eager to serve their undisputed master. I touched the first lightly on the shoulder and she rose to take my robe and place it on one of several pedestals in the bath chamber which had been placed there for just that purpose. When the robe was placed, she again dropped to her knees to await my next command.
I held out my hands and instantly the two closest to me took them to steady me as I stepped into the waiting bath. The heat from the scented water instantly began to relieve the stresses and strains of this days labor and I allowed myself a brief moment to empty my mind. Soft hands massaged my feet, my shoulders, my hands. The lead girl then straddled my chest facing away from me and, as the others continued to bathe the rest of me, she slowly lowered her lovely face to my stirring cock. Using only her tounge, she carefully cleaned every fraction of the royal tool while I idley stroked the pussys of the two girls beside me. The tounge bath soon had me fully aroused but I had already decided to save my hot cum for our newest addition to paradise. Clapping my hands, I stood up to be towelled dry and prepared for the evening. Surrounded by beautiful naked women dedicated to my every whim, it pleased me to postpone my release. Each moment added to my anticipation and I allowed myself to enjoy the rough towel against my now straining cock. Soon I was dressed.
I knew Julie and the others had been working all afternoon to prepare Samantha for the first royal fucking of her young slut life and I expected a most rewarding evening. When I arrived at the Hareem, the guards saluted and swung open the great golden doors to reveal the grand, silken, candlelit home of the 346 women who made up the Hareem. Immediately I made a mental note to reward Julie for a magnificent job. Before me stood our American slut, now fully anointed, collared and properly postured in supplication to her master. She was truely exquisite. On her knees, legs spead to expose her pussy and asshole to the cold marble floor, breasts thrusting against the thin silk which supported them and lifted them to me like a pair of satin bon bons, her head bowed and the leash attached to her collar dangling to the floor, she was more vulnerable than she had ever been in her short life. I placed the tip of my leather riding crop under her chin and lifted her face. For an instant her eyes flashed in anger and frustration at her helplessness only to melt into submission as I placed the toe of my boot between her legs and lifted it into her already moist snatch. "you will come with me" I told her. "you will be silent unless I command you to speak and you will obey only me from now on. If you fail in this respect you will live only long enough to regret your foolishness. Do you understand me?"
The harshness of my tone was rewarded with a gush of wet on the toe of my boot and I smiled inwardly to know this beautiful slut would become my pet.
I reached to take the leash. It was time to visit the kitchen. I was most anxious to see Samanthas face when she saw her betrayer Kyle trussed up like a side of beef with his cock and balls exposed to the tender ministrations of our ever so talented dyke bitch cook. Helga had been stolen from her native Germany some ten years ago when she was just a girl and, although she would never be suitable for the Hareem, she was a treasure in my household. She ran the kitchens with an iron fist. Tall, blond and built like a viking goddess, she took what she wanted, from who she wanted and when she wanted, needing permission only from me. A permission I willingly granted to one who served me so well.
The scene in the kitchen was delightful. From our observation point Kyle was clearly visible, hands and feet bound together, face hooded with a leather mask and hanging naked from the ceiling directly in Helgas pathway so she could play and work at the same time. At first sight of her former lover Samantha gasped in astonishment and fear, quickly giving way to a smouldering pleasure as she watched Helga slap Kyles exposed balls and prick with a large wooden spoon. Helga laughed like a child as Kyle convulsed in the air trying deperately to scream through the gag in his mouth. Like me, Helga had little use for those who would betray their loved ones for money and our young American traitor would pay her price for his sin. She would spend days bringing him to the brink of orgasm only to retreat and leave him begging for release. Sam would then have her own revenge. I smiled again, and, taking the leash in my hands, pulled our little slut onto her knes to suck my now straining cock while Kyle swung helplessly in the kitchen.
I had delayed this moment as long as possible to ready her for my enjoyment and would delay no longer. Sams lovely lips parted and she groaned to envelope my thick hard member, licking and sucking as her head bobbed up and down on my shaft. I held her hair with both my hands, guiding her sweet face into my groin, fucking her hot mouth for the first time. Wanting to prolong the moment, I tensed the muscles at the base of my cock, holding the cum back as long as possible, savouring the sight of my latest slave as she fingered her hot cunt and sucked my royal cock with such passion as if she was thanking me for taking vengance on Kyle. Her hot slit was dripping now and she moaned out loud. I turned her to face her betrayer so she could watch his agony while I fucked her red hot cunt from behind. She was so wet there was no need to be gentle and I rammed my huge pole deep into her, faster and faster until she screamed "yes master, Oh God, fuck me master, ohhhhhhhh Goooooodddd " and collapsed in a heap at my feet while I came all over her back and ass. Helga grinned, looking up at me and gave our unhappy guest another whack with the wooden spoon just as I came. We left the kitchen then and headed for the dining room, Sam following me, still on the leash, head down and dripping my cum on the floor as we walked. She would no doubt enjoy the meal she was to eat on the floor at my feet and the entertainment supplied by her one time kidnapper and the ladies of the Hareem.

 

[SexySecretary]

Samantha's Dilemma

"Rashid," I whispered.

"Didn't I tell you not to speak?"

I nodded miserably.

"Since you have something to say, darling, say it," Rashid sighed. "You are not like the others."

"Please, let Kyle go. He has given you me -- you could not want more! Let him go home."

"He sold you."

"You pressured him! You would do the same to him if he hadn't sold me!"

"Probably so."

"Let him go, Rashid, and I promise you will never have to rape me. I will do your bidding willingly -- if you just let Kyle go."

He looked at me, considering, as Vincent, Julie, and Samira entered the room.

Julie smiled. Samira smiled as well. "How are my two best girls?"
Rashid said, a smile like I'd never seen come over his face. "Come here, my sweet," he said, holding his arms out to Samira, who came over and cuddled in her daddy's lap.

He then smiled at me. "Vincent, take Samantha to the kitchen and help her untie Kyle."

"But Rashid!" Vincent gasped.

"Do it!" Rashid bellowed.

"Thank you, Rashid," I said, dropping a curtsy.

"Then put Kyle in the room adjoining Samantha's and rig up a video camera. I'd like for Omar and Khalil to meet her, too, so after you've done that, take Samantha to meet Omar first."

Vincent took me to the kitchen and gave Helga hell for trying to stop me. I worked the knots until they fell free and Kyle crashed to the floor, crushing me.

"Oh, God, Sam . . ." he moaned.

I helped him up. "You'll be fine, Kyle. It took some time, but I convinced Rashid to let you loose."

He looked at me, and groaned. "Oh, Sam. Why did you do that for me? After what I did to you?"

"Because I love you, Kyle. I thought you knew . . ."

 

[rashid]

Rashid loses patience

Such a waste! This stupid American bitch had been reading too many romance novels. In her twisted, masochistic brain she needed the abuse being delivered to her by the infidel Kyle and imagined herself to be in love with him. She was beautiful beyond a doubt and I was certain my brothers would enjoy using her body if only to insult her treacherous lover, but I had had unlimited access to beautiful women my entire life and my attraction had long since shifted from the simplicity of the cunt to the complexity of the mind. Against my fondest hopes this cheap American slut now appeared devoid of the intellect necessary to stimulate my jaded existance.
Still, letting Kyle watch my brothers have their way with her might prove interesting. Helga had been most unhappy about losing her pet and I thought perhaps I might at least be entertained for the evening. I discussed these thoughts with my own lovely Julie and she grinned at me as she saw the possibilities. Kyle would be forced to watch Sam being ravaged by Omar and Khalil while Helga toyed with him like a cat with its captive prey. In the end the vacuaous american slut would be returned to her lover...... what was left of him. The boys would release them in the desert to the mercy of the nomad tribes and if they were very lucky they would live to abuse each other a little longer. I clapped my hands together and issued orders to the staff. Let the entertainment begin.........

 

[SexySecretary]

***WARNING***

Okay, Rashid, whoever you are, you're going too damn far with this. I do not want you to post any more in this thread. You're screwing up what me and the guy playing Kyle started.

DO NOT POST ON THIS THREAD AGAIN OR I WILL REPORT YOU TO THE PROPER AUTHORITIES! I DON"T NEED A RASHID THAT BAD!
you have severly pissed me off. ANd if you don't like it, email and me and tell me. I'll tell you what I think of sick, deranged people like you.

SexySecretary

 

[rashid]

Geeze kid - it's only a story

OOC -LOL - Hey don't take it personally - It's not who I am or who you are - its literature - I don't think Steven King is all that weird in person either - he just has the ability to put himself in context. You asked for an evil Sheik so I gave you one - if you wanted a milktoast, quasi-evil wannabe you should have said so - I'm perfectly cool to take it in another direction. You are the director so by all means - direct - character development matters right?
This way you and Kyle get to find a way to escape and have other adventures on your way home.
I'm really not all that twisted hon ;-)
T.

 

[SexySecretary]

Fine. I asked for cruel, not evil. Maybe Rashid could be a little more sensitive towards Samantha, share her with his bros, and not throw Kyle and he into the desert. I'm hoping one of the harem will help them escape, but we haven't gotten there.

So make slow sweet love to Samantha if you want to post a mes-sage as Rashid.