Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an150295@anon.penet.fi
Subject: "Arab Slave" 1/3 (mf kidnap, rape, violence)

Collected by: wodan@drakar.stack.urc.tue.nl

                               Arab Slave
                         
                       By: Kinara in Thorns (1/3)

                                 Part 1


     Janie was lost.  She had been wandering up and down the
little alleyways of this infernal city for hours now.  She had
been pawed at by scab covered beggars lying in the streets,
robbed by a little street urchin of her purse, which contained
her wallet, passport and Visa, AND she was hot, thirsty, and very
tired.  If she could just find a main street and ask someone who
spoke English where the Embassy was, she'd be happy.  Turning a
corner, she almost walked into a man dressed in exquisite
colorful silks.
     "I beg your pardon!" she exclaimed.
     "No, let me beg yours." the man replied in perfect English. 
"You appear to be lost, my lady."
     "Oh thank god you speak my language!" Janie said, relieved.
"Yes, I'm dreadfully lost! Can you tell me where the American
Embassy is?"
     "I can take you there myself," said the man bowing.  "But
first, please come into my shop and have a glass of refreshing
cold tea.  You look tired and hot, and the Embassy is a good walk
from here."  He pointed to an open doorway that seemed to lead
into a small carpet shop.  Janie nodded, and followed him in.
     Inside, a small fan was cooling the air, and the man pointed
to a couple plush pillows on the floor in front of it.
     "Please, have a seat.  My name is Rashid.  I will fetch you
the drink."
     Janie told the man her name, and thanked him.  He
disappeared through a doorway in the back, and Janie sank down
into the comforting pillows and closed her eyes.
     She opened them when Rashid brought her the glass of tea. 
She sipped from it and told him her troubles.  Halfway through,
she realized that there was something wrong.  Her voice sounded
blurred, and her sight was getting fuzzy.  Rashid's face was
smiling as it swam in and out of her view.  Before she lost
consciousness, she thought to herself, "I've been drugged! What
else can go wrong now?"

     When Janie awoke, she felt very alienated.  Then she
remembered Rashid, and the tea.  With a strangled cry, she tried
to sit up, only to find that her wrists and ankles had been tied. 
She looked around and saw that she was lying in a dim storeroom,
on a couple sacks of what appeared to be flour.  She struggled,
trying to free herself, but to no avail. Then the door to the
room opened, and Rashid walked in.  He smiled at her.
     "Awake already? Good.  Now, there is no point in screaming,
because you are now in a section of our city that does not permit
free foreigners.  So no-one will care."
     "Why am I here?" Janie asked in a trembling voice. "Are you
going to ask for a ransom?"
     Rashid threw his head back and laughed, baring his pearl
white teeth.  "No, my dear.  We can get so much more for you from
the wealthy sultanates, than we could from your family or
government...White Americans are a rare and valuable commodity
here."
     Janie's eyes widened in horror, "You're going to SELL me to
some rich man? You Bastard!"
     Rashid smiled again.  "I'd watch your language if I were
you," he said slowly.  "Your new master might decide to have your
tongue removed...after all, it isn't your talk he will want from
you."
     Janie gasped in horror but said nothing.  She knew enough of
this Mid-Eastern culture to know that what Rashid said was not an
idle threat.  She turned her head away from him and fought the
tears of despair.  Rashid leaned over and cut the binds on her
feet.
     "Come with me now.  We must get you prepared."

     After her "preparation", which consisted of removing her
clothes and having her naked body oiled down by several old
women,  her hands were rebound, and she was lead out into a small
courtyard with a small square stage in the middle.  The courtyard
was full of Arabs, milling about, waiting for the next bidding to
start.  They whistled in appreciation as Janie was led up upon
the stage.  Her hands were pulled up high above her head and
fastened to a metal bar that was built up out of the stage.  She
saw the greedy looks on the faces around her and closed her eyes,
her body shaking with shame and revulsion.  Then the bidding
started.  Rashid egged the crowd on, pulling at her nipples to
demonstrate how supple they were, pulling her legs apart and
letting the bidders tug at her pubic hair, and poke their dirty
fingers into her cunt.  After about a half hour of demonstration
and bidding, a final bid was reached, and Janie was untied from
the bar, and led down off the stage, and off into a small room
with her purchaser.
     The man who had bought her was fat and smelled of spice. 
He eagerly counted off the bills and gave them to Rashid who
pocketed the money, smiling.  Then Rashid left the room, leaving
Janie with her hated owner.  To her surprise, this Arab also
spoke English.
     "Ah what a beauty you are!  My son will be most pleased with
you."  he said, running a course hand down across Janies breast.
She trembled at the touch, and tried to turn away.  The Arab
caught her arm and threw her up against the wall.
     "It is good you have some spirit in you" he hissed into the
girl's face.  "My son wanted a spirited girl that he could break
himself."  Then he laughed.
     "Come then, we shall go to my estates."  He threw a coarse
cotton cloak over Janie's naked body, and directed her out to
where his caravan waited.  He bundled her into one of the
compartments and directed several women to fix her up.  Janie
couldn't understand what was being said, because he talked in
Arabic, but the women immediately pulled her over and started
applying makeup to her face, and perfuming her cunt with a
powdered mixture than smelled of sandlewood.