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Written by TMFU °2006
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(1) "AIRPORT DEPORTATION"

"Gimme just a minute, guys; I better go to the bathroom now, instead of on the plane later. Hate to catch all that attention by having to walk to the back in mid-flight... It's hard enough already to keep the captain from announcing that I'm on board!"

Anna Kournikova laughed to her two companions, put her bag on the floor and hurried to the girls' room.

It was just minutes before Flight 356 of American Airlines would take off from Dubai International Airport.

The Russian was in the wealthy oil-state to play some exhibition matches that surrounded this year's official World Tennis Association tournament. Her back was still not up to the task of playing full competition, but some single-setters in a more relaxed atmosphere were no big problem, especially because she had her personal physiotherapist at hand. The organizers made no problem of paying it all, on top of her sizable fee: tickets for her, the physio and her bodyguard. A one-week stay at a top-class hotel. A limo with driver to bring them everywhere they wanted... After all they had as much money as the ocean was deep, and having Anna Kournikova on your tournament, EVEN just the exhibition part, brought considerable worldwide prestige.

Anna had not accepted the invitation just for the money, though. From the tournament of two years ago, she remembered the great time she had had shopping in the exclusive local Super Mall. All the players would get the opportunity to shop around in that palace of decadence. It seemed like the pinnacle of the world's haute couture, jewelry and other lifestyle-stuff was gathered there. Truly the favourite habitat for the expensive Russian. And in return for a couple of pictures of her checking out some stuff (unpayable publicity!), she could even choose some items and get them for free!  Such that, also THIS year, Anna had walked away with quite a few exclusive robes  and & rings...  Yep, those sheiks surely knew how to get the top of the WTA, both in skill and looks, to grant them a visit!

At the moment she wasn't wearing any of that fancy stuff, though. 'Low profile' was the clue if a celebrity wanted to travel somewhat relaxed. So Anna had put on training pants and a corresponding running jacket, both in rather anonymous grey colour. Although her perfect figure and proportions were still apparent, her heavenly legs were hidden and would not glue countless eyes to them. Her own striking eyes, she covered with a pair of dark sunglasses. Standard procedure for a celebrity of her calibre. Only the two beautiful long ponytails, dangling down on either side of her head, gave a clue. And a closer look would still reveal her cute little nose & and  ears, the luscious mouth and the softness of her face. But, certainly under these circumstances, people around are mostly too busy to really pay attention. Except maybe from time to time a bachelor on the lookout.

" - DONG - Passengers for Flight 356, please go to gate 11 as soon as possible. The flight is on schedule and will take off at 17h50. Thank you!"

Anna hurried a bit more when she heard the announcement. Thankfully she was in good shape and wearing running shoes instead of high heels. It was a pleasure to those she passed by to see her frolicking through the masses, as light-footed as only youthful beauties can. She rushed past a cleaning team with their waste trolley, into the women's room.

When she returned to wash her hands, two servicemen of the cleaning team were busy, cleaning things up. Anna didn't pay much attention to them and put her hands under the water stream. She then bent over a little to put the water over her face, to freshen herself up. It had been a hot, humid day alright!

Suddenly it was as if the lights were turned off and someone pushed a fast-forward button; from one second to the other, everything went dark for Anna when someone put a bag over her head. Before she could even scream, her mouth was muffled.

"Mmmmmmhmhhmh!!"

A violent struggle followed; she tried to fight with her arms, aiming her elbows at the invisible enemy. But the man from the 'cleaning team' who was standing behind her, had her in a strong grip. Her arms were rendered completely immobile. In an ultimate adrenalin-driven attempt, she managed to kick his shins two times with her feet. The resulting unintelligible Arabic curse gave her a short sparkle of hope. 'They' had obviously underestimated her athletic abilities! She kept fighting, giving the best of herself to break through the grip, but the next moment she was nevertheless roughly thrown to the floor on her belly. The man landed on top, crushing her down, and a second person now completely immobilized her legs.

"Mmmmmmhmhhmh!!" It hurt!

Anna was a little groggy from the blow and remained silent now. As she slowly came to her senses again, she could clearly hear the laboured breathing of two men, and a few words were exchanged in Arabic. The confusion was soon replaced by immense panic when she could feel how one of the men started pulling down her pants! In no time, he managed to drag down the training pants to just below her ass. Anna tried to scream again but the sound was completely muted by the hand of his companion.

Were they going to rape her? Not here and at this very moment, in a crowded airport? This couldn't be happening!

For a few seconds, the men were talking to each other again. Then a couple of rough hands started kneading Anna's ass cheeks, and next her panties were also pulled down. A third hand joined in, groping at her defenceless tight golden globes. The men were discussing (probably her ass) and laughed. Full of fear, Anna was awaiting what would undoubtedly be the next step. A couple of scenarios whirled through her head, each of them even worse than the other. It was truly horrifying! When she was on the brink of hyperventilating, a totally unexpected sharp pain shot through her left butt cheek. Apparently, the guy sitting on her legs had stuck a needle into her and was injecting *something*. At least it was not the kind of 'injection' she had been anticipating...

It was to be Anna's last coherent thought. Slowly her consciousness started drifting away. Sights and sounds were gradually fading for our girl, and within less than a minute the Russian became a sleeping beauty.

Without even bothering to pull up her pants and panties, the two men picked Anna up and put her in some sort of sleeping bag. The bag was zipped up and deposited into the waste trolley. After checking with their third buddy who had been on the lookout outside, the well-trained team of abductors changed into cleaners again. They drove the trolley out of the restroom, and past a physio and bodyguard. Within a few minutes, the valuable cargo was on board of a truck towards unknown destination...

" - DONG - Could Miss Kournikova please report at the gate. Flight 356 is about to take off. I repeat: could..."

(2) "WELCOME TO UDAY'S"

A bright ray of sun fell through a window and lit Anna's face, slowly waking her up. It seemed to take her ages to just become aware of it... What a headache! It felt every bit like a serious hangover. Athletes don't make a habit of drinking much or staying up late, and *when* it happens the effects are usually substantial...

She turned her head a little to get the bright sun out of her eyes, and slowly tried to open them. The big blur in front only cleared up very very slowly, and with a lot of blinking.

A long winded moan escaped from the Russian's lips while she stretched her arms. Not only her head, but her whole body seemed to hurt. When she managed to sit up, yawned, and rubbed with her left hand over the painful spot on her butt, the feeling of bare skin caught her attention. That's when she finally realized that she was not wearing her night gown, but still a running jacket and pants. And the pants and panties were dragged down!

"What the f...??"

More wasn't needed to speed up her heartbeat and let her green eyes open wide. A sudden feeling of panic took possession of her. This was NOT the kind of state in which a girl likes to wake up! Not that Anna didn't fancy showing some skin from time to time, or that she was prudish (hell, NO!). But combined with the painful muscles, the headache and the fact that she couldn't for the life of it remember what had happened the night before, it rang her female alarm bell.

"Think, Anna.. THINK!! What happened last night?"

Every symptom was pointing clearly to a 'date-rape'. But surely, this couldn't happen (or rather: happen AGAIN...) to a girl like her who had everything under control?

"Who was I with? Was Enrique there? If only that black hole inside my poor hurting head would open up a bit..."

She quickly raised and pulled up the pants. With her heart beating in her throat, she checked herself out... Thankfully, the 'most important' part of her body did not seem to hurt particularly. The fog around her mind was still not cleared up though. Like when you wake up during a nightmare. An uncontrollable crisscross of thoughts whirled through her head, until she got to step one in the international guide for amnesia patients:

"Where are you, anyway?"Only now, Anna noticed that she wasn't in her own room. Her bed was standing in a small corner surrounded by four bare walls. It had much the feeling of a cellar. There was one small window, the one where the sunray fell through, and it was too high to reach. It seemed like she had spent the whole night on top of the covers. Like someone laid her down while she was asleep (or unconscious?) and just left her. The whole situation left Anna completely disoriented. In fact, she kept questioning whether she was already awake now, or still dreaming a bad dream!

Walking a bit shaky still, she left the secluded corner and entered what turned out to be the actual room, of which the corner with the bed was just a part.

If possible at all, what she saw made the mystery even bigger and weirder! Things looked strangely familiar here. On the one hand because the whole flat breathed a distinctly Arabian atmosphere. Anna noticed the arabesques, Arabian ornaments, white walls everywhere with the typical beige tint, furniture in traditional Middle Eastern style... It was familiar in the sense that it slowly reactivated her short term memories of the Dubai visit. But mostly the familiarity was caused by some of the other items put on display here. A familiarity which, paradoxically, alienated her and even freaked her out!

What made Anna's head spin, was that the room also seemed to attempt a cheap imitation of her own one, back at home. Starting with an exact match of the type and number of pieces of furniture. The pastel colourscheme was clearly chosen to match her taste. There was a PC, just like at home, and the desk that stood against one of the walls even had family pictures on top! The walls themselves featured a few posters and smaller pictures. They included some of her own posters, and pictures of dolphins. There was a top-of-the-line stereo... with a couple of Enrique-CD's positioned to catch her attention.

"What...???"

The Russian couldn't make head or tail of it. It was kinda spooky, even ... She had never had lucid dreams like this before, she thought! But all the objects felt pretty real when she reluctantly touched them.

Behind the desk, a big mirror decorated the wall. It gave Anna the opportunity to check herself out. (which, apart from the messed-up hair, turned out to be "ok", considering the hangover) Then there was another secluded area next to the small bedroom, and a fitness bench, which not only looked totally out of place, but also brand new.

Overall, the room was actually quite vivacious, with bright sunlight falling through the rather big windows. It would have helped to give Anna a comfortable feeling... if they wouldn't have had grim bars in front of them.

"The windows!"

Anna rushed towards the daylight, and with her hands clamped around the steel bars, she looked outside.

As far as the young woman's eyes reached, an endless landscape of sand dunes stretched itself out. Fading into a blur of fata morga like twirls near the horizon. Absolutely nothing else was to be seen! There were no birds singing, no wind was blowing through tree leaves. Just sand. And more sand. A yellow-orange frozen ocean. The tranquillity and unworldly perfection of it all, made it look like a surrealist painting. A dream, after all?

"What the water is to Alcatraz, the sand is to Al-Qae-Traz."

The sound of the sharp voice behind her startled Anna, and she quickly turned around.

"I see our young lady is already up and running!"

Through the only door in the room, a man had entered. He reminded Anna of some kind of pasha; a slim, tall figure wrapped in a heavy-looking long gown. On his head he was wearing a huge turban. He had black hair, tanned skin and a goat-beard. And didn't look particularly friendly, Anna thought... Nevertheless the mystery man made a deep bow for her.

Although more memories were coming back all the time, Anna's mind was still in the process of putting two-and-two together. Thus, she quickly decided to go for the 'confident' pose. The one she had used to intimidate opponents on the court (with mixed results...). She put up her best arrogant expression, raised her chin and fearlessly faced the stranger.

"So, is anybody going to tell me what the hell is goi..."

Anna's voice broke off in mid-sentence when two big black men appeared from behind the 'pasha'.

Their appearance had a remarkable effect on her. The confidence in her posture melted like snow in the sun, and she backed off like an surrounded. Step by step she withdrew, until her back and hands were resting flat against the nearest wall. Her heaving chest indicated her wildly bouncing heart and rapid breathing.

The three men didn't say anything, but watched her with interest.

With her head slightly tilted down, Anna's frowned forehead accentuated the predatorish look of her eyebrows. It may have looked like she was going to attack them with a tiger-jump, but her eyes couldn't hide the fear deep beneath them. They were shooting around panicky, looking for an escape route.

The young Russian was trying to take on the human equivalent of the hedgehog pose, as all-too-vivid memories about a rather unhappy experience flooded her mind. The view of these two 'hairless gorillas' transported her back to her short, but memorable, stay at Shaq Palace. [Note from the author: read 'A Perfect Match' for better understanding]. A reminder that caused mixed feelings, to say the least! Undoubtedly it had been an important night in her sexual development. But certainly also an experience that had deeply confused Anna. Because although she knew full well what she was *expected* to think of it (being traumatized? Feeling guilty?), she had not found it entirely unpleasant. One thing was for sure though; she would not repeat anything similar voluntarily! So what worried her most about her current situation, was that the two black giants right in front of her gave the distinct impression that they cared just as little about Anna's personal opinion as Shaq and his friends had. Surely the precursor of some rough times for the Russian cockteaser.

The man with the turban grinned at the young woman's unease. Their first appearance never failed to intimidate the inmates!

"Please calm down Miss Kournikova, calm down," he finally broke the silence. "I can assure you there is absolutely no reason to fear for your safety."

Anna looked the man in the eyes, but was clearly not convinced to believe him right away.

"May I introduce myself to the lovely young lady? My name is Rashid."

Rashid indicated with his hands that the two guards should stay where they were, while he himself moved a bit closer to Anna. She sure would have liked to back off a bit further, but was blocked by the wall behind her.

"First and foremost, let me welcome you to our little exclusive community. I'm sure that, just like all the other guests, you have many questions at this moment. They will undoubtedly all be answered, over time. And time, sweetheart, we have in abundance. A new life, full of servitude and self-deployment has started for you today. A new and very satisfying chapter, after the emptiness of your superficial tennis life. Over the next couple of days, you will become familiar with the house rules, willingly or unwillingly. May I suggest you leave your stubbornness to a minimum; it will greatly assist in making this a pleasurable experience for all involved."

Rashid paused, taking a few seconds to enjoy the total confusion that came over the new ”guest.”

"Good, good... I'm hopeful that our cooperation will go smoothly and without major problems."

With that, he beckoned one of the servants, who came forward and draped a small bundle of clothes over the chair by the desk.

"We will leave you now for a short while, as experience has shown us that most young ladies need some private time to settle down. Let it all sink in quietly, and you may also want to exchange your current rather unflattering uniform for something more comfortable in the meantime."

He tapped the chair, before continuing with his closing statement:

"Once again, welcome to Prince Uday's Harem."

Anna remained completely silent. Her jaw had dropped, her face was a mixture of perplexity and disbelief. Then, all of a sudden, a smile appeared on her pretty little face. First reluctant, then blossoming into a loud burst of laughter.

"Hahahahaha... HAHAHAhaha..."

The trio of men had clearly not anticipated this kind of reaction and didn't know what air to adopt.

"Hahaha.. Ok, so where are those cameras? You guys almost fooled me! 'Prince Uday', hilarious! Hahahaaa... And which of you is Ashton? You're such a cool guy and I always wanted to tell you that you could have so much better than that old tart."

Now Rashid was clearly daunted. They were trained to handle disoriented, scared young girls. Not joking, self-confident blonde women like this one. There were even visible signs of concern, but he quickly recovered and fell back into his role of 'Maître d'Harem'.

"I can assure you that the sole purpose of the cameras is to ensure your safety. They aren't but a necessary evil. You will get used to them after the initial feelings of shame and inhibition."

"Hahahaaaaaa... Stop it!! I need to breathe HAHAHA."

Still, neither of the men gave any sign of giving up an acted pose. Their confusion was all too apparent on their faces.

Anna's laugh and smile slowly died away now. Also because she started to realize that the abduction part of the suspected 'setup' (another part of her memory that had returned) would be way off-limits for a TV program.

"Wait a minute... You... you guys can't be serious? What is this anyway? Where am I?"

Rashid got back his grin and motioned the two black men to leave.

"Very well; I can see your acclimatisation process has started. Please remember to put on the obligatory two-piece. We will be back shortly with a roadmap towards your first companionship with His Highness on Sunday."

With that, he turned his back to the flabbergasted Russian beauty and left the flat without saying another word. The door closed, and Anna noticed it had no handle on the inside.

Anna flopped down in the chair, her stare focussed at infinity. Rashid was right: the process of becoming aware of the whole situation had only just started. She had been too confused, and too many impressions had come to her in too short a time, to properly register and compile it all at once. The more she thought about it now, the more improbable it became that all this was just a prank. There was no way that anyone would have bad taste like this. It would cause a major scandal! What was the alternative? In any case it was way scarier than a setup for one of those candid camera TV shows! In what kind of nuthouse had she ended up? 'Prince Uday's Harem.' That sounded like some fucking third class backstreet bordello! Something told her that it could actually be worse still... To abduct a worldwide celebrity like this, you needed resources. And to stick her in an 18-carat golden cage, you had to have even MORE. Power and influence. And the mastermind behind it all was absolutely unscrupulous, as already illustrated by that brutal and fraught with danger abduction. As more and more details of that humiliating scene were coming back to her, Anna shivered involuntarily... And her butt cheek hurt again, even more so when she recalled the groping hands on her ass.

"Oh well," she finally thought,"let's not panic too soon. At least they haven't started raping me, even though they had plenty opportunity, or chain me up on the wall and torture me. Let's just wait and see." She wouldn't present herself to them on a plate, that's for sure!

There was a positivism in Anna's thinking, brought to her since her early teens by years of psychological training for her matches and tournaments. It had helped her through some tough moments, and it would again! As she was drilled to do, she kept feeding herself positive thoughts. And she was trying to convince herself that this was one of those politically inspired abductions to put pressure on her country, or to get a ransom. When they were as well-organized as this one seemed to be, people were usually treated well. And they were released after diplomatic intervention or when money was deposited. She was pretty sure that neither would be a problem. The Kournikova family didn't exactly have financial problems, and they had a foot in the Kremlin as well.

"Besides, would they give me fresh clothes if they had bad intentions? More than likely, the team that kidnapped me consisted of a bunch of undisciplined morons, who didn't follow their code of conduct. Their boss is not going to be pleased when I tell him what happened!"

Still deep in thoughts, Anna had taken the little bundle of textile, left behind by Rashid, from the armrest of her chair in order to check it out.

"Oooooh... They can't be serious!"

The Russian's eyes grew wide when she held the bottom of the 'bikini' in front with both hands. She was known for putting on a show from time to time by appearing on-court in scanty textile, but THIS was of another order still!

"If those perverts think I'm going to wear THIS!"

Apart from the white waistband, just about everything on this minuscule piece of clothing was filmy. Design-wise, it looked like a Tarzan skirt: cut out over the hips, and just a piece of cloth in the front and another one hanging at the back. Suitable to perfectly accentuate a girl's behind. It was made of the finest woven silk, and although it would undoubtedly keep out the mosquitoes, hungry eyes had practically free access. An early morning haze looked impermeable in comparison.

Anna didn't catalogue this under 'clothing'. The only comparable piece that she had in her personal wardrobe was ordered from a mail-order company for open-minded adults. And it would never go public for sure, not even via sneaky paparazzi shots.

The Russian kept turning it around, and all the while her face looked increasingly worried.

The 'top' of the outfit perfectly complemented this slightly upgraded loincloth. Anna's peeking-through nipples would be the only features to break the uniform, finely rastered look.

She was speechless.

If there had been any doubts left in her mind, they were now soundly eliminated: you didn't have to be a genius to work out that first and foremost, the mysterious Uday who seemed to own this place, was interested in *her*. More specifically in her female charms. Any ransom or political pressure was probably considered no more than a bonus. If he even bothered to exploit her abduction that way at all, that is. There were other things to 'exploit.' It all left Anna with mixed feelings. On the one hand she didn't really feel any longer as if her life was in danger. After all, it made absolutely no sense to destroy your favourite toy. The whole situation didn't smell like another decapitation video. That caused an unmistakable feeling of relief. But once this worst-case scenario was out of her mind, some other possible alternatives started to materialize, and those were no picnic themselves! Was this going to be her personal Guant-ANNA-mo? Although technically speaking no longer possible, it could still become a 'defloration'-video instead, Anna pondered.

The prospect of figuring as some Middle-Eastern Sheik's personal sex toy didn't exactly appeal to the Russian. Her immediate future suddenly looked pretty daunting indeed...

To such a degree in fact that, for the very first time in her young life, she found herself questioning the career choices she had made together with her mother and agency. Overall, it had looked like a wise move, thus far. Fully exploiting her Lolita-like qualities had been great fun, and had come about almost completely naturally for Anna. She had probably sacrificed about ten places on the world ranking in return for added exposure and easy money. But it was a sacrifice she had gladly made, as the devotion by millions of drooling fans had flattered her vanity and spiced her bank accounts. Both of which she had plenty.

But, as she now experienced, there's no such thing as a free lunch. When you're in the teasing business, wrapping the public around your finger with the help of unfulfilled promises, there's always the danger of overplaying your cards. Overconfidence leads to arrogance. Arrogance leads to an unwarranted feeling of being in control and setting the rules of the game.

As her current situation seemed to prove, Anna had unconsciously manoeuvred herself into a bigger game that was completely outside her control. The kind of game she would never have thought likely or even possible. The proverbial switch that she used, to turn into a teasing sex-kitten whenever required or feeling like it, was now operated by someone else. And there was no question in her mind whatsoever, that she would be pushed beyond the empty promises this time... Her female intuition couldn't be wrong on that one! Considering the scale of this whole operation, that Uday bloke was after the Real Deal. Occasionally exposing a butt cheek or showing some cleavage while tying her shoelaces wouldn't be enough! Sure, she had an extensive repertoire beyond that; possibly even more extensive than her kidnappers expected. The Russian was as open-minded as they come. But that was PRIVATE, reserved for her own bedroom or occasion and company of choice.

(3) "SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE"

Anna had no real idea how long her mind had been rehashing these kinds of thoughts, but it felt like no more than a blink of an eye when footsteps approached the door. As it opened, she timidly moved her back against the furthest wall again to maximize the distance between herself and those filthy men.

As announced, it was Rashid who had returned with his militia.

"As you can see, your servant Rashid keeps his promises and has returned to satisfy this young lady's curiosity," the pasha smiled, and bowed again for Anna.

"Let me first give you the standard introduction, and if you still have questions after that... just fire away!"

There was no vocal response from the girl, but Rashid recognised she relaxed her manner and would follow his speech with interest.

"Ok then... Where do we start? Let us talk a bit about what you have already experienced. As you may have noticed, you have yourself a new 'home' starting from today. We are truly honoured to welcome you as the newest guest at Prince Uday's Harem, housed at Fort Al-Qae-Traz. Together with six other girls, from all around the world, you will be part of an ancient Dubai tradition that goes back several centuries. A tradition that collects the finest examples of female beauty and charm, in order to please the current heir of the Sultans of the Deserts."

"As one of the founding principles of the Empire states, 'a true Prince deserves a different virgin every day of the week'. Easy to say, but no mean feat to achieve! Nevertheless, the successive courts of the House of the Deserts-heirs have always met their targets. The collection process used to be a fairly local affair until pretty recently. When the Great Sultan Aghlam the First initiated the custom in the 17th century, he used to make his pick among the beauties found at the local market. Or alternatively, he depended on slave-girls that were offered to him by slave drivers who had an eye for the new market, and a feel for His taste. Even back then, the Harem included the occasional white European inmate as the ultimate symbol of the Sultan's status. Later, special prospectors used to be sent out to collect the finest specimens from all corners of the entire Sultanic Empire. Which leads us to today's times, in which the ancestors of the Great ancient rulers enjoy modern communication like television, and more recently the Internet, as a fast and all-encompassing catalogue of potential concubines."

Awe and concern imposed themselves on Anna's facial expression. Every possible scenario that she had considered, had underestimated the true magnitude of the project that she was part of. Did she have to feel flattered or concerned??? No matter how perfectionist they claimed to be, they already had made their first mistake though. If they were looking for a virgin, they were looking in the wrong place for sure!

"Sadly," the pasha continued, "today's rulers had to let go of the requirement that Harem girls have to be virgins. No one escapes from the sign of the times." he sighed. "About the best one could hope for nowadays, is a thoroughly cleaned ex-virgin. When properly done, the difference isn't even that big, either."

The Russian gave him a wry smile; she got her first early warning that it wasn't a good idea to underestimate the enemy.

"Since a few years now already, tennis coverage on TV gave the great Prince Uday the opportunity to feast his eyes on a sexy young tennis star. A blonde nymph who lightened up the courts, and every dick in its proximity, with her fresh, youthful appearance. Her parading over the court, bouncing that tight ass to openly advertise her fuckability, did not go unnoticed. What He saw in her, was the current-day prototype of physical perfection, and the ultimate example of girlish innocence."

"Concerning the latter, at least back when he started ogling her, " Rashid specified.

"Soon, she became His obsession. And with the patience and perseverance that is typical for a true Lord of the Deserts, unlike your typical Western want-it-all and want-it-all-NOW, he set up a project that would result in Him owning His dream girl."

Rashid didn't have to stick a name on this particular girl... Even in the 'advertising her fuckability' observation, Anna recognized herself. Yeah, it was true, so what? It was all in jest, wasn't it? A game she played, and which the public *expected* her to play. Of course she was aware that entire oceans of cum had been fired at her pictures and videotaped matches. She was probably the only reason, besides porn movies, that modern video recorders still had the slowmo repeat-loop piece of featuritis.

"I can not tell you how proud I am, that he entrusted ME, his humble servant Rashid, with the responsibility to lead the task force. I still bless the day that I decided to go for a law degree in Harvard. A decision that brought me the necessary connections and knowledge of the English language, which were two of the important qualities that handed me this job. My heart was filled with joy when you finally arrived yesterday, nicely packaged and completely undamaged. The culmination of several years of planning and preparation. Starting up a file containing all the relevant information about you, lobbying for a local WTA tournament, working out the scenario for the abduction, training a professional team to take care of it... It was a lifetime fulfillment."

Anna didn't believe her ears. It was all starting to sound SO absurd again that a prank gained in plausibility.

The man's enthusiasm was all too apparent, raising his voice and gesticulating energetically.

"But, let's go back to the practical side of things," he added, calming down a little again.

"His Highness firmly believes that His lovers will only perform optimally when they feel at home and comfortable; yes, tradition is not totally immune for modern concepts. Today's women, and especially the Western kind, have different needs compared to the typical Harem-girl of earlier eras. And the further from home that they spend their new life, the more important it is to make them feel at ease. As you not only set new standards in terms of beauty and fame, but also in demands and distance (Florida is practically the other side of the world!), I personally had to set new standards as well! Just look around you!" Rashid moved his arm in a wide gesture. "This is the result of years of research and collecting, plus some last-minute changes to fully optimize. If your fellow female colleagues would be allowed in here, they would almost die of jealousy, I can assure you."

Anna wondered where the other girls were housed... Would she get a chance to get in contact? Were there other famous females among them? She tried to remember any fairly recent disappearances of female celebrities, but couldn't think of any. In any case, she no longer felt completely alone; a small consolation, but a consolation no matter what.

"We have gone out of our way to offer you an experience that comes as close to your stay at home, as possible.  There will be no need for the typical home-sickness that used to be quite obvious in some of the more recent supermodel-grade partners of His Highness. Not even during those moments when you aren't busy with your obligations towards Prince Uday. He also insisted on the fitness-bench, so you could keep your perfect body in shape for Him to enjoy. Sadly, a tennis court would have been too much of a security problem. Although I'm confident that it is not completely out of the question in the future. That all depends probably on your capacity to sexually entertain His Highness."

'Sexually entertain'??? Anna started to feel slightly nauseous.

"Now... even though one would expect any girl to be appreciative and enjoy these fine accommodations, experience has shown us that especially the Western girls can be quite ungrateful. So I have to add that you better file away all thoughts and attempts to *escape* before the end of your term. It is impossible, and in case you WOULD manage it outside, you would have nowhere to go. Which you undoubtedly already realised when looking through the windows."

"W-wha... what's my term supposed to be?" Anna stumbled, finally able to say something through her state of shock.

"Unfortunately, I do not have my crystal ball with me, dear. And without a closer investigation, it's hard to give an accurate estimate right now. The Prince can be quite unpredictable in that respect, anyway. In fact, he essentially is no more than a big spoiled kid, taking girls like biscuits from a cookie-jar. Sometimes he takes one bite and drops them, sometimes he chews and suckles on them for months. But if you really want to know what my gut feeling tells me: I expect you to do pretty well. If his previous favourites serve as a reliable indicator, Prince Uday will find it very hard to leave you alone the first few weeks. If I were you, I'd prepare myself for a busy schedule. He'll want to keep you company as often as possible. So prepare to be reserved for him several times per week, or even per day, instead of just on Sundays. I'll say even more: some of the other girls will probably be technically unemployed for some time, I'm afraid. I would be honestly surprised if you didn't keep it up for a few months at least, if not longer."

It was not what the Russian wanted to hear. But let's see about that, later!

"Frankly though, all this is no more than speculation. So much depends on the Prince's appreciation and your potential for pleasing him. But watch out: any attempt to sabotage will result in appropriate sanctioning! If you underperform, you will be put under a less favourable regime. I can tell you that most girls find their second breath surprisingly quickly once they experienced this! Most of the time, mild motivational techniques, like linking the continued availability of birth control pills to good behaviour, do the trick. If you know what I mean. It happens only very rarely that we have to put girls out of commission prematurely."

Anna didn't like the sound of this at all; but she also didn't feel like protesting too loudly just yet. She was well aware that, in the hands of Rashid, the black men were a true Weapon of Mass Rape. Not of the type that is hidden. And he probably wouldn't think twice before using that weapon against her, to make her walk in-line.

"If you do not have any further questions at this point, I would like to continue with the briefing. You might want to take notice of some house rules and "do's and don'ts". One of the most important is the clothing rule."

He shook his head at the Russian, who was obviously still wearing her own casual outfit.

"We will have to take care of that shortly. Then, you should understand that for the duration of your stay here, you can not make contact with the outside world. We are aware of the fact that this has some unfortunate consequences, but we will do our best to compensate. One of the next days, your close relatives will receive a fictitious communication. It will make them believe that all is well with you, and that you disappeared voluntarily to escape from the insane media-attention."

Anna was surprised by the naiveté of this part of the whole plan. Everybody knew she was an attention-seeker, who would NEVER try to escape from the public eye because she was 'sick of it'!

"After a while, you will get the opportunity to send mail; closely monitored and edited of course. As to your own freedom of movement: certainly during the first few weeks, it is safer to stay inside. As soon as you have settled down a bit in the routine, and when your will to escape has been broken, you will be aired at regular times. And as already mentioned: the better you perform, the more favours you can expect in return. It is entirely up to you, really; either you cooperate and put in a good performance, or you get secured to what we call 'The Wheel' and rolled into His Highness' quarters, such that you are completely available to him anyway. My experience is this: most stubborn inmates realize after a while that a bit of goodwill is to be preferred over merely serving as a passive living inflatable doll. This is a true rewards-based community, and you will learn to use this to your advantage, if you are a smart girl. But as I said: we are pro-choice here, so you decide."

Anna *was* smart, but she wasn't all too sure that Rashid was talking about what SHE understood under IQ. Neither did it seem to be EQ. 'SQ' was a much better guess, she pondered. Yet another downer which ruined her temper.

"You don't look all that happy? What is that with these girls? It's always the same!" Rashid sighed with acted disappointment. "Most people would be ecstatic if they had the opportunity to spend a few months in a true palace in an exotic country, bathing in luxury and every need alleviated with a snap of their finger. You don't have to worry for a second about food, beverage... About the annoying everyday responsibilities of the ordinary life. It is all being taken care of in here. You can fully concentrate, even to a greater extend than on your tennis, on the one and only responsibility that is left for you in here: accepting His Highness' cum whenever he feels he has too much of it."

"S-sick bastards!" Anna exclaimed indignant. Rashidís abrupt change-overs from polite and formal speech to language totally void of respect and decency, never failed to shock.

"My advice is not to say such things in the presence of the Prince, dear."

As usual, Anna was not receptive for advice: "You have absolutely no idea what you're getting into, slimy goatbeard," she threatened. "I've had a couple of coaches who tried to tame me, before. Let me tell you they didn't have the best time of their lives! Most of them are still in therapy. Anna Kournikova is her own boss, and you can try to find out by yourself. If you don't mind pulling out your greasy hair, that is!"

"Oh, you don't worry about the domestication, my dear. Our methods never fail to produce results."

Without giving any more attention to Anna's vocal rebellion, he beckoned one of the servants, who handed him a map with papers. Anna could see that it was labelled 'Anna Kournikova'. She figured it had to be her 'file'.

"Let's see what we are dealing with exactly."

The man who seemed to have her fate in his hands opened the file and scanned a few pages, reading some passages to himself. Of course he actually knew most of the information already by heart. He himself had been responsible for the bulk of the research. It was just pleasant to see the irritation in the girls when they were reduced to a bundle of pages; to be totally ignored while they were scrutinized on the basis of private detective reports and information that was gathered by violating their privacy in the most unexpected and grotesque ways. There was also the suffer due to unsatisfied curiosity; *everybody* was dying to know what was in their file! To deny them that right, was one of the more subtle house-tortures.

>From time to time, Rashid strategically mumbled that little bit louder while he was reading.

"That's good... no STD's, apparently. Not presently, and not in the past either." He looked up into the girl's eyes. "Very surprising considering the level of promiscuity you exhibit, if I may add. But a sure bonus."

Anna was appalled; not even her most intimate medical details were safe from violation! Did they bribe her physician?

"Means we can skip any time-consuming treatments. Which would only have meant we would have to feed you a while without being productive." He evilly smiled at her, then looked down again to concentrate on the papers, and reverted to faint mumbling once more.

"Ah, the issue of the injuries... If the quality of our intelligence was up to the usual standards (better than current CIA standards at least), there should be no reason for concern; even the young lady's back problem should not significantly hamper her ability to assist His Highness in climaxing when he feels the need. It's not quite as bad as it looked to the general public, is it? Are you still wearing 'heat packs'?"

He smiled at Anna, who distinctively looked like she was being caught lying. These guys were not easy to fool!

Then Rashid closed the file, taking out one single page.

"Well it all sounds pretty good. I don't think we'll have a lot of work on you during the preparation period. But let's take a look at the planning for the next few days."

Rashid reverted his concentration to the paper he had taken out of the file, and nodded satisfied.

"Looks like my gut feeling was right; there's no mention of any plastic surgery on the schedule. Apparently, Prince Uday wants you all natural, my dear. As an aside: personally I think I would have preferred a moderate silicone upgrade to your breasts. Not that it matters. It would have if the Prince had favoured the 'fore taster' concept that I mentioned to him once. I would have applied, no question! In any case, 'all natural' means a short roadmap to your first night partnership. You will be up and running before you even know it!"

Again, Anna returned him a devastating glance. It didn't sound like she had any say in matters, which was a totally new experience for the spoiled teen.

"And that's not the only reason why you should feel proud. I won't go into too much detail for the moment, to not spoil the surprise. But I can tell you already that you have been chosen by His Highness to wear the Harem Jewel. I can not stress enough how truly privileged the young lady should consider herself. During the 15 years that I have been His Highness' servant, I have come to know only two chosen partners who were assigned the famous Horseshoe jewel. Its symbolic value can not be overestimated. Once you get to know His Highness (and soon, you will have been infinitely more intimate with him than any of us), you will learn to appreciate the honour. The honour of being considered of equal value as His beloved thoroughbreds."

The Russian reached another level of speechlessness... She was worth no more than a *horse*? Like, he had horses for jumping, and young women for humping? Black stallions for racing, and blonde teenies for raping? This whole thing became crazier by the minute; and Anna more incensed by the same minutes.

"Yes, our beloved Prince seems to be quite full of you, probably as much as you will be full of him at some point in the near future, haha, you got it? Yes, I love English word games; always found them an excellent way to learn the language. Anyway, concerning the Harem Jewel: I am actually not in charge of this separate project; it falls under the responsibility of His Highness' blacksmith, Tarek. The only other person here who talks more than three words of English, and who followed a further training course for goldsmith. He's a good guy and I'm sure you two will get along. At least I've heard from him that he's looking forward to it."

Great! Another personal pasha in the Russian's crew...

"So, we'll have to hand you the Jewel after you've gone through the usual routine. That's probably just one extra day at most; which means you should be ready for Sunday, like I already said your day in His Highness' weekly copulation schedule. It is yet another indication of how He sees you as His top mating partner. That He considers you the destiny of His load, and wants your pearl on His royal crown."

Rashid grinned defiant and added: "I hope this answered any questions you still may have had?"

Anna was at the point again that her piled-up frustration and disgust won it from her fear. She understood all too well which 'pearl' and 'crown' this filthy man was talking about.

"Yes it does, stinking rat," she launched her offensive. "I don't need any more perverted details to understand that I ended up in some retarded nuthouse, where the Middle Ages still rule. If that sicko of a 'Prince' expects me to lower myself to become his will-less sextoy, then he is really living in dreamland. He will sooner meet his 40 virgins in Heaven, than make me get him up there," she spat, her face colouring deep-red in the process. "This pearl is not for swine like him."

"Tell him to take some evening classes in 'Respect For Women', first, DUH!"

"If you would have studied the Holy Scriptures, you would not say that," Rashid replied. "Respect for the female is one of the ground rules."

"In Book III, it is written:"

"After Al'Abhar had returned from the fight with the Or-Ghun, he brought the Flower of Fertility with him, and the Almighty created Woman around it, to keep it alive. For into eternity, it would be there for Man to come to peace."

"What a bunch of mumbo-jumbo!" the seething Russian reacted. "What idiot sucked that crap out of his thumb?"

Rashid lost a bit of his cool, and looked stern.

"That will be enough. Did you really think we don't understand that these are ancient, pre-scientific myths and need to be read that way? That doesn't mean they don't contain a deeper truth, though. A truth that has since been confirmed by the theory of the 'Selfish Pussy', in a much more modern and strictly Darwinist way. I forgive you your disrespect for the Scriptures for now, as your opinion will evolve during your stay here."

"I don't need no fucking forgiveness, wacko! And certainly not from a pathetic, second rate servant like you!"

"Respect will come to you in due time, young lady... Let us for now concentrate on getting you in line with the clothing house rule. We were not only here to inform you, but also to collect the clothes from your previous life. And to help changing, if necessary..."

Anna looked at him confidently, and replied: "Well, that will NOT be necessary, thank you; I feel perfectly fine in my own clothes. You can take your 'clothes' back with you."

As a statement, she threw the bundle to the ground, right at Rashid’s feet.

She was real proud of herself, of her assertive attitude and words. This was the moment to show them she was not to be toyed with! She would stand strong, and negotiate a stay under HER conditions. Escaping may have looked out of the question, but she had to stand up for herself and at least make her enforced imprisonment as bearable as possible.

"I see..." Rashid threw back at her. "Maybe you need some help?"

He clapped his hands two times, and immediately the group of muscled black men came into action and appeared from behind his back.

As before, Anna changed into a scared meek lamb as soon as the dark army was mobilized. Under pressure of the acute danger, she backed down that same microsecond.

"Hey, wait! Ok, ok... I'll put on that 'uniform' if it is such a big deal to you. No problem, ok? Just give me a few seconds. But call those gorillas back; they make me nervous."

"I see you are a smart girl. Very well, I will call back my men and you get five minutes to conform to the Harem wardrobe standard, and hand me the training pants and running jacket."

As soon as he motioned them, the team withdrew. Anna picked up the 'bikini' from the floor, gave Rashid an unhappy look, and disappeared into her 'bedroom'. Seconds later, she appeared again.

"Voila, I hope you're satisfied now," she sneered, and threw her own clothes at his feet this time.

Rashid looked anything BUT satisfied.

"Don't play games with us, young lady. The rules stipulate clearly that the Harem uniform for concubines consists of the bottom and top; nothing less (most of the time) and nothing more. If my eyes don't deceive me, and they never do, then it looks like you may have 'forgotten' to strip off your own bra and panties. Please repeat the exercise, but *correctly* this time."

Rashidís eyes indeed hadn't betrayed him; but then, you had to be blind to Miss Anna's scarlet-red underwear shining through the transparent mandatory textile.

"I-I... REFUSE."

Anna had a bit of a history of being stubborn and unruly at the wrong time [see also: 'A perfect game'], and she was about to experience that this was one of those badly timed moments! Even before she could realise her own stupidity, Rashid had clapped his hands again, and five African madmen jumped at her like hungry wolves on a group-hunt.

"Iiiiiiii!!!"

Anna produced a heart-rending scream, Sharapova-worthy, and was granted approximately two seconds to turn around and try to run away. An escape attempt without a future... Even before she could breathe in again to continue her screaming, she found herself completely surrounded by the pack.

"Nooooo!!"

She planned to kick her legs and hit with her fists for all she was worth. But immediately strong hands locked around her wrists, and her left thigh was grabbed and squashed against a bull-neck.

"GET YOUR PAWS OFF ME! Aaaah!!"

Just a blink of an eye later, a muscled black arm also securely blocked her remaining free leg, rendering her completely immobile.

"L-Let me GO, BASTARDS!!! I'll kill you all! Let me go, let me..."

No matter how obvious the final outcome was, the Russian fury nevertheless proved her toughness and launched an attack with her only remaining weapons: her teeth. Propelled by a swirling river of adrenalin in her blood, her mouth shot out to bite the men who were overpowering her, trying to sink her incisors into their flesh wherever she could.

But, although they may have LOOKED like a bunch of Neanderthals, Anna was dealing with a well-prepared team of professionals here. Her impulsive attack ended in a scream of pain, as the fifth man, who had taken position behind her in their expert choreography of girl-containment, snapped her head back and up with a violent pull on her ponytails. Anna's teeth clapped together loudly as her bite completely missed its target. The shock of the violent snap stunned her for a moment, and when she re-opened her eyes, they looked straight at Rashid.

"I'm terribly disappointed in you, Miss Kournikova," he addressed her. "Didn't I warn you that in this House, all girls eventually obey? Willingly or unwillingly! You seemed intelligent enough to pick that up, and then you act foolish like this? And all that for something as simple as a change of clothes... You will learn that my wish is your command, ALWAYS. And in case you are unable or unwilling to follow a command, we will help you."

With these words, he took a pair of giant scissors out of a deep pocket in his gown.

"Why don't you come a little bit closer, so Rashid can help you?"

He wielded the scissors through the air, cutting imaginary pieces of clothing to illustrate what was going to happen next.

To her utmost horror, Anna found herself walking towards the scissor-wielder; or rather, she was being carried over... Despite redoubling her efforts to break free, she resembled one of those latex action figures in the strong hands of these men. They could bend her arms and legs in any desirable position (ok, so it was almost impossible to move Anna's arms and legs in an UNdesirable position anyway...). Indeed, she had about as little self-control at this moment, as these toys. Anna, the life-size boy-toy.

"Thaaaat's right, good girl!" Rashid chuckled while the helpless teen was being delivered. He sure knew how to add fuel to the flames of his captive’s frustration.

"GrrraaaAAAHHH!!"

Rashid looked facetiously at the writhing girl, continuing his tantalizing scissor-trick while she was being moved ever closer. He craved her anger and struggle. In fact, it was what he secretly hoped for whenever he lectured the guests and advised them to cooperate. This was where all the fun was! He blessed himself lucky that most girls found enough energy initially to not let go without a fight. And to his great satisfaction, the Russian was no exception.

"Perverts! Let me go. Do you have ANY idea who I am? LET ME GOOOOOO!!"

When the team delivered her within an arm's reach, he immediately worked the blade between her soft skin and the straps of her double bra. The feeling of the cold steel stopped Anna in her tracks, and the fear for cuts stopped her breathing. During an awfully long moment, expertly stretched by Rashid, awareness of the inescapable seemed frozen into the bewildered look in Anna's eyes. Then the blades slowly closed...

- SNAP -

Both the ceremonial top and Anna's own breast holder below it split open, and with the help of a quick push of the scissors, they slid down her lovely curved back. For the very first time, the Russian's full front was exposed to complete strangers against her will. The two firm, moderately sized mounds revealed all their beautiful secrets and looked confidently into the world. The contrast with their owner's shocked facial expression couldn't have been any bigger...

Only now, Rashid allowed himself to lower his eyes. He made a custom of consuming as much of the guests' desperation and disbelief as possible, before feasting his eyes upon their physical goods. But what a feast it was!

"Allah be praised..." he mumbled at the sight of the exquisite pair of mammaries facing him.

Anna's face flushed as she tried to cope with the humiliation. That, she could just about handle. The sudden change in Rashid’s facial expression was a bigger source of concern. She noticed that his air of professionalism had been nothing more than a facade, as it was now broken by a flash of bestial desire. Rashid had suddenly also grown uncharacteristically silent; heavy breathing took the place of his incessant lecturing. Apparently, something had been able to mess up his script. And Anna could feel with her entire being that she was in even bigger trouble now... She got the unmistakable impression that there was MORE behind the Pasha's dedication to his 'project' than mere loyalty towards Prince Uday. It was all too apparent that he had seen something that he wanted; and for the men who were in charge of this nuthouse, 'wanting' was synonymous with 'getting'.

"P-Please S-Stop it right here. I-I will do it according to your rules!"

Rashid didn't even seem to notice Anna's pleading, and just kept staring at the young athletic woman's lovely assets, as in some sort of trance. He was breathing almost just as heavy as she now!

Anna's skin crumbled for a moment, when it looked like the vile man was actually going to touch her. But at the last moment, his hand backed off, leaving telltale signs of frustration on his face.

For a moment she thought she heard Rashid mumble the words "...not now...". In any case, it looked like the black men around her, in the role of potential witnesses of 'unprofessional behaviour' of their foreman, actually came to her rescue this time. But for how much longer?

"Didn't that go smoothly? Now, let's continue with the job at hand..."

Tantalizingly slow, and with his hand shaking like a Parkinson-patient from the exciting anticipation, Rashid directed the scissors towards the Russian's lower body. She just closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable.

Once again she could feel the cold steel as it was inserted under the waistbands of her panties.

"You don't have to blame anyone but yourself that I have to ruin these; disobeying the house rules has consequences, young lady. Aren't you lucky that we always have spare harem outfits available for occasions like these?"

- SNAP -

With these words, the blades closed once again and robbed Anna from her only remaining pieces of protective wardrobe. She was now the official definition of vulnerable and defenceless, and was well aware of it! There were no free hands to cover her previously secret places. Even the most basic defence mechanism of closing her legs was not available, as the black men had her practically spread-eagled. She could only clench her teeth. Which was of little use...

From the corner of her eye (she had turned away her head in disgust) she could see Rashid stick out his filthy paw at her again. Renewed waves of panic welled up from her stomach. Was he no longer able to control his impulses? The Pasha's hand didn't go where she feared it would, though, but instead brushed her left hip and reached behind. With a broad, mocking smile on his face, Rashid dangled Anna's scarlet panties right before her eyes.

"You better take a good look and say goodbye, as this will from now on be part of my private collection, haha..."

Anna's face distorted in disgust as he brought the piece of lingerie, still warm from the close contact with her body, to his nose and took a deep sniff.

"Aaaaah... Quite delicious! Who needs glue when you can sniff this? This won't see a washing-machine anytime soon, hehe..."

The Russian didn't appreciate the poor joke and became combative again.

"You better learn to like it, creep! Because it is all you will ever get!"

Her stare could kill... Rashid even noticed subtle signs of contempt and gloat. She clearly was a handful, which was more than he could ask for, he thought.

"Well, well... Our little devil has retrieved her voice? And already back to her usual pretentious self. Didn't you oracle once you were like 'a menu in an expensive restaurant: ordinary boys can read it, but not afford it'"?

He nodded towards the Russian's exposed crotch and continued.

"Granted, the Prince is not quite generous enough to share your valuable parts with his servants. And since nobody else but you and me here understands more than five words of English, I will even admit that I'm dying to fuck you until you scream for your mommy. But still, *I* am not the one to be most pitied here, darling..."

He licked his lips and smiled the smile of someone who knows more. Giving Anna's small flare of confidence a blow, and putting her with both feet back into harsh reality. Then he put the panties in his pocket and instructed the team:

"Mission accomplished, men. Leave our guest her new uniform and pack. We've lost enough time with this nonsense."

Immediately, the well-drilled team released Anna and dispersed. One of them draped a new uniform over the chair.

Headed by their vicious laughing leader, the brutal gang left Anna on her own again. For several minutes after the door fell in its lock, she remained lying on the floor motionless. With heaving chest, and hands and arms positioned to protect her breasts and crotch.

Few experiences are more traumatizing for a young girl, than being disrobed forcefully against their will. Strong character or not, Anna's lips trembled from the emotions and shock. Long after Rashid’s devilish laughing had died away, she still found herself pricking up her ears. Listening carefully for any sign of a possible return of that malignant bunch. For as much as this was possible with a loudly beating heart.

A quarter of an hour must have passed when she finally found the courage to stand up, and do the only thing she COULD do: slip into the pity excuse for clothing that her violators had left behind. The only - unthinkable - alternative was total bare nakedness. But the lesser of two evils was still quite evil; when the young Russian beauty finally reluctantly checked herself in the large mirror behind the desk, disgust was written all over her face.

The view would have been quite heart-warming for any male observers. But Anna herself was rather unhappy to find out that her blonde triangle of fur was clearly visible through the thin material. With daylight at her back, even the seductive contours of her camel toe became obvious. She shuddered when she fully understood the implications. It made her nipples stand out even more through the fine textile of the 'top.' Another lovely detail, which sadly totally escaped her for the moment.

This time, Anna found it much harder already to think in positive terms. Nevertheless she finally managed it, more or less.

"The good thing is, that this light clothing better suits the hot climate here," she deluded herself, almost believing it.

"And, be honest to yourself: you look kinda sexy in it, Murzik!" she added, replaying one of her seductive poses for men's magazines in front of the mirror.

Vanity is like a weed: it never dies!

And herewith came an end to Anna's first, but certainly not last, action-packed day at Uday's Harem.

As the fatigue finally defeated her and pushed her to lie down on the bed, all the happenings of earlier that day passed her mind. The total confusion and dream-like state she had been in after she woke up. The surprise when Rashid appeared to her for the first time, and the deep fear she felt during her initial encounter with the guards. How she still managed to settle down and calm herself afterwards. And finally the humiliating forced change of clothes. Especially that last episode had left Anna with a strange awareness. She couldn't pinpoint it at the moment itself. But now, in the quietness of falling dusk, she realised what had been so weird about how it all happened.

Although she had been completely vulnerable, and surrounded by at least five strong black men, not a single one of them had attempted to misuse their total power over her. After the last piece of textile was cut from her perfect body, she had been as available as a girl can be. Even the most secret and otherwise guarded places were out in the open, readily accessible for the strong hands that held her immobile. It was a mystery to her why she was not physically violated in some way. Not that she was waiting for that! But from experience, she knew that her lovers could NEVER keep their hands to themselves.

For as long as she had been sexually active, just for fun or with her subsequent boyfriend hockey players, her body had been irresistible to the boys. While many girls had trouble to get their share of much-needed foreplay, Anna never had to ask. Illustrative in that respect was that even the ball boys, who she seduced from time to time, and who were known for their impatience and drive, would usually all by themselves take the time to explore her in depth. They didn't mind sitting through a little show, as Anna loved to serve them a short striptease. It had to be that the mere vision of her perfectly balanced proportions and flawless skin, was able to bathe the male mind in endorphins... At least that's what it looked like to her, with that hypnotized, desire-filled stare in their eyes. Next, they invariably went through the 'touch-phase'; hands found their way all over her entire luscious frame, feasting upon the softness and squeezing her tight bottom and tits. A manual excursion that always ended up between her legs, where Anna hosted what had to be the most delicious pubic area on the northern hemisphere. Her two puffy slices of flesh, together with her habit to regularly 'forget' her undies that was responsible for those countless pictures of on-court camel toes, were an open invitation to rub and leaf through. Anna shuddered as she recalled the almost unbearable arousal when their fingers slid through her meaty pussy lips. No single man withstood the urge to feel her up deeply and to taste the sweet nectar of her arousal. No wonder that she was always nicely juiced up by the time they copulated her! To put it into perspective, in their case, one could argue that they understood it was a unique experience. A once-in-a-lifetime chance that needed to be exploited to the maximum. It did have its drawbacks, also; more than once, an excited ball boy would shoot his cum and go limp before it even came to penetration. Frustrating for penis-oriented girls like Anna!

But to get back to the topic at hand: even the guys she had been dating, and who had enjoyed her intimate company day-by-day, showed the same continued fascination for her physique.

Thus, the total control these guards had over their arousal (or was it disinterest?), was quite puzzling. Had Anna maybe lost her attractiveness somehow? It may seem strange that of all things THIS occupied Anna's mind; but it was one of those aspects that alienated her. One of those things that still made it hard for her to accept that this was not some bad nightmare. She desperately needed some traces of normality to think straight again. But so much was still weird and abnormal, that she just didn't seem to be able to consider all that was happening to her, reality.

"Tomorrow," she thought while her eyes slowly closed, "tomorrow I will wake up in my own bed, and all of this will have been a bad dream..."

(4) "DINNER FOR ONE"

Wrong on both accounts, Anna!

The young Russian produced a long-winded sigh of disappointment when that realization was her first coherent thought after waking up... Initially, she had kept her eyes closed. Afraid to find out that the 'bad dream' theory would be falsified. But that ostrich tactic didn't help much; even through closed eyes, the bright morning sun woke her up like the day before, and was evidence enough in itself that she was not in her own bedroom at home. She stared blankly at the ceiling while the harsh truth sank in.

At home, she also would never wake up THIS hungry. Indeed, Anna's belly made all kinds of funny noises. Last time she had eaten had to be almost two days ago! Just about the maximum period of time that this basic need could be disregarded.

'Basic needs'... Anna had a gut feeling that one of those other basic human needs, sex, would not be much of a problem in the immediate future. Or at least not the - amount - she would get.

But you can't live on sex alone! Surely, it didn't make sense to let her starve, Anna thought. Or did the Prince prefer anorexic sex? Maybe he was even planning to only provide her his own home-grown 'vitamins'?

The young blonde was disturbed by her own weird concoction. This was not something to make fun about! Especially not in her current situation.

She produced another deep sigh, and summoned up her courage. She got up, arranged the scarce textile a bit around her womanly curves, and entered the living room to find something to eat. Quite unexpectedly, Anna now experienced her first *positive* surprise: 'Uday's' turned out to have room service! The desk was taken up almost completely by a huge silver plate that contained an extensive collection of comestibles. Several people had to have spent quite a bit of time on it. Even just delivering it to her room should have taken a small staff of waiters. Exhausted from the busy first day, she apparently slept right through the delivery.

She sat down and checked out the contents of the plate, with an ever growing appetite. There was just too much to completely go through in detail, really. "Hmmm... That actually looks quite good..." she mumbled to herself, going with a fork through some kind of pasta with sauce and small chunks of meat. That main dish reminded her a bit of Italian. Vegetables (asparagus, onion, salad...) were arranged in several separate bowls. Still other bowls contained a wide variety of (mostly very spicy) sauces. A matching wine was served in a luxurious glass carafe. Anna's eyes were also drawn to no less than three portions of chocolate mousse. She licked her lips. Once again, their research was very effective (did they read about her affinity for chocolate mousse in that magazine interview she did two years ago?) A selection of exotic fruits, of which she only recognised the strawberries and grapes, gave the dish the finishing touch. All this was, to say the least, quite different from the leftovers which she had anticipated she would be fed! Hardly your typical jail fare. But then, you could say a golden cage needed top-class gastronomy to match?

It looked mouth-watering, indeed. Despite everything that had happened thus far, Anna caught herself feeling some kind of appreciation. Maybe she had had the worst, she told herself, and she would be treated more like a real 'guest' from now on? But still, there was some reluctance, also. For a second - just a second - the thought of poison entered her mind. A thought she quickly discarded. It would absolutely make no sense, after all. But she could be forgiven a slight paranoia after a day like yesterday.

The hungry hostage closed her eyes and took a deep sniff. Delicious aromas spiralled up into her lovely little turned-up nose. Her stomach responded with a long-stretched growl. It was high time to fortify the inner woman!

Pushing away all reservations she had, Anna grabbed the cutlery and attacked. The tennis star let herself go like she would never allow herself under normal circumstances. She wolfed down the pasta, barely giving herself time to chew the meatballs. The little available wine was gone before she even *realized* how lavishly the cook had used his tabasco and Spanish peppers. All and everything was outrageously hot, but also finger-licking delicious, and the room filled itself with her cheerful and unbridled smacking. She was having a good feed indeed!

Between two hasty mouthfuls, she noticed a small white note between the delicacies, together with something that looked like a small pamphlet.

She licked off two fingers, picked it up, and read:

"Bon Appetit, pumpkin

          Rashid"

It was written in stylish, almost calligraphic letters.

"How attentive," she remarked to herself sarcastically. "Nice try, do-gooder!"

Was that cunning pasha trying to plant the first seeds of a growing Stockholm syndrome? He was just a little *too* detestable for that to work, really. She put a finger in her mouth, made an expressive throw-up sound to illustrate her disgust, and threw the crumpled up note on the floor. She smiled to herself in the mirror; it was just a small deed of resistance, but boy, did it feel good!

Anna continued her decadent blowout. The different savory foods disappeared into the hungry prisoner at an unprecedented rate. She seemed to lack hands, how she spooned through the chocolate mousses in record tempo, swallowing the grapes in between. Not accidentally, she was known for her capacity to burn calories. Both her own, and the calories of her lovers...

After digesting the copious meal, the Russian felt much better already. Quite thirsty, also. Even more than just a bit thirsty, actually (there really hadn't been much wine in the carafe).  But most of all completely energized! She let out a loud 'burp,' picked one last strawberry, and relaxed in her seat. The strong emotions had had some time to settle down by now, and with the help of a full belly and the necessary sugars to activate her grey matter, Anna was thinking clear again. It certainly also made a difference that they were not dealing with the regular female here. Handling stress and pressure was simply part of her being!

"Where is the weak spot?" she asked herself. "Every plan or complot has a weak spot, just like every tennis opponent. This whole perverted setup is so crazy that it must be full of gaping holes!"

She looked around the room in search of a possible clue. Something to break the door open, or to force the bars in front of the windows. Or a weapon to FIGHT her way out. Yes, when her violators were gone for a while, and when she replayed the degrading scenes that she had to go through in her head, she became quite combative again. But nothing useful seemed to be available. All pieces of cutlery were plastic, for example, to make sure they would be useless weapons? If she was realistic, she had to admit to herself that, with their superior numbers, it was just plain foolish to think in that direction anyway. It worked when she did those auditions for the Bond movie. With a few well-placed Karate kicks, she had slaughtered a bunch of them. But, granted, those opponents cooperated... The hairless gorillas wouldn't. Co-opulate maybe, but not co-operate.

A way to communicate with the outside world then, instead? Anna wished the intercom system allowed for outbound connections. Sadly, it had only one button, so it looked like an intercontinental call was out of the question. It wasn't but one of her sarcastic jokes, but strangely enough the absurd idea pulled a little switch somewhere in that smart girl brain of hers.

"But, OF COURSE. Stupid girl. STU-PID girl!"

She called it out loud, even though she was the only person in the room, and banged her fist on the desk.

"The COMPUTER!"

Her heart skipped a beat when the idea struck her. But just as fast she realized it wouldn't be THAT simple.

"Hold your horses, Murzik... That you can fax, mail and surf on your own PC at home doesn't mean it will work over here," she tempered her own enthusiasm.

Nevertheless she immediately seated herself behind the machine and checked it out from a little closer. A first positive thing was that it looked quite recent. Not brand new, but it *had* a flat screen and 'XP'-logo. Anna booted it up, and now also found the post-it with apparently a username and password. The amazing combination of how they totally pampered her on the one hand, yet treated her without even the most basic respect on the other hand, struck her once again. It must have been a huge effort to make this room a reasonable replica of her own one. She probably represented quite some value to them; but value of what kind?

The logon-screen had appeared in the mean time, and Anna managed to get in with the name and password.

It had the usual package of software that you would expect on an office-PC. But, and this was a serious downer already, sadly no mail. A big icon on the desktop referred to some tennis game. Despite the situation, it made Anna chuckle.

"Yeah, right... As if I train with a computer game! Morons..."

The only other icon that she was interested in, and kept a little flame of hope burning, was the well-known blue 'E' of Internet Explorer. She knew it did not mean that the computer was able to get online, but a 'no' she had, and a 'yes' she could get.

She sighed, paused a second, and then double-clicked the symbol. "There you go, girl..."

To her total delight, Explorer started up just as she was used to at home, and connected right away to the Internet! A sweet euphoric sensation overwhelmed the Russian; she had OUTSMARTED these perverts. Hahahaha... what IDIOTS! That's the kind of blunders you get when you mix up primitive underdeveloped ape-men with modern technology. And this smart girl was going to exploit that! It was just a matter of hours now before she would be located and set free. Then she could kick Rashid in the nuts; a favour the FBI would certainly grant her, she pondered. She would smile her smile to those officers, and they would be all too willing to hold him while she kicked him exactly where it would hurt most!

Anna wanted to interrupt the loading of the current site, to go to a web mail provider, when she noticed the site looked actually quite familiar to her!

"T-The perverts! Is sex really the ONLY thing on their minds?" she called out aloud.

With their maniacal eye for every detail that would help to destabilize their victims, these madmen had configured Kournikova Fakeland [http://ffleetwebspace.free.fr/tmfu/intro-ut.htm] as the browser's homepage! Not that the content of the site managed to shock her; in fact she was a regular visitor herself, and enjoyed the look inside the horny minds of her fans. And didn't even her current fiancé Enrique admit once, in a fairly drunk state, that it was this site which had awakened his feelings for her? Maybe the mysterious Prince Uday had made a similar journey?

Anyway, this was not the time and place to check out the newest monthly update, so Anna broke it off and pointed the browser to Hotmail.

She was in for a rather unpleasant surprise...

After tapping the <ENTER>-key, the hour-glass appeared as usual. But instead of the popular web mail-site, another page was shown with some predefined 
text:

"You are not authorized to visit this URL"
"Please wait while you are being redirected to the homepage"

Within a matter of seconds, Anna was staring at her false nudes again. She could feel the beginnings of a cramped awareness in her stomach coming up, but tried mail.com next anyway.

The same scenario repeated itself, and the knot in Anna's belly became bigger. No matter WHAT URL she tried, or no matter which external link on Kournikova Fakeland she clicked, the end result was always the same: a new confrontation with the realistic renditions of her sucking dicks, spreading her legs or being double-penetrated...

After the 10th useless attempt, she began to grow sick of the site, and the disappointment and anger finally won it from her cool.

"ENOUGH!" she bawled. The mouse barely survived when she threw it against the computer-case in utter frustration. Her hands grabbed her face, and tears were welling up.

"How will I EVER get out of this damn nuthouse!"

It was a short lapse. Almost immediately the competition conditioning kicked in again, and remembering her lessons in relaxation techniques, she managed to take a deep breath and calm herself down once again.

"Easy, Anna, eaaaaasy. Panic won't help you. Try one more time."

What she hadn't tried yet was Kournikova.com, her official personal site. It was months ago that she had visited it, and even longer that she had offered any personal updates. But normally speaking, it still had to be up-and-running to keep the fans attached. With trembling fingers, she inserted the characters into the address-bar and confirmed with <ENTER>.

Frankly, Anna considered this an attempt against all odds. But, surprise-surprise, for the first time in minutes she no longer got to read the demoralizing redirection-page, and was thrown right into her own kingdom on the Net.

"Yessssssss!" she shouted with one of her broadest smiles on her face again. "GOT YOU, suckers..."

Would this whole episode get a happy end after all?

Impatiently she clicked through the links to enter the user forums. Luckily, she also still remembered the 'undercover' username and password she used to use to follow-up what was going on in the forums ('Genie' and 'licklick' still worked after all those months!) Arrived in the 'Fans' forum, she started a new thread and threw her virtual message-in-a-bottle into the digital realm:

"Hello everybody out there! Please help me! This is Anna calling for help. I was abducted in Dubai after the Open and I am being held captive. Please inform the authorities. I will try to describe the place where I'm being held. Outside, it..."

Anna stopped typing all of a sudden. Did she hear footsteps and laughing in the hallway?

"Fuck! They mustn’t see this!"

Rashid and his bunch were on their way to pay her a visit again, and she only had a couple of seconds left before they would stand in her room. In panic, she clicked the submit-button, followed by some random clicks in an attempt to get out of Kournikova.com as quickly as possible. Right at that moment, the door opened and Anna turned around as fast as she could.

(5)"THE WHEEL OF STABILITY"

As she had guessed correctly, it was Rashid again. But this time, he was not only accompanied by two of his gorillas, but also by a bunch of other people. Anna was genuinely surprised that there seemed to be women involved this time. Or at least that was what she suspected under the four black burkas behind the pasha. Only their hands were visible, and they indicated that this was a bunch of old ladies for sure. One of them was carrying some kind of jar with a black liquid; another held a wooden case in her hands. Behind them was a man in a white cape. He had very untypical (for this environment) reddish hair and a heavy moustache and beard. Lastly, there was another servant who carried a plate with a big glass of water on it.

Water... It made Anna realize again how incredibly THIRSTY she actually was after her meal. It had been as spicy as tasteful, and seeing the glass with water without being able to immediately grab and empty it, was a bit of a torture.

Rashid looked somewhat surprised when he noticed their female guest behind the PC. As usual, he made his bow, then addressed Anna:

"I can see you're settling down already. Good, good... It's always better to make love to a relaxed girl than to a stressed one. I have to underline once again that there is no intention from our side to make you feel uncomfortable. If you behave like a good girl, there will be no further need for disturbing scenes like yesterday. I hope you have used your time alone here to learn to appreciate the effort we have put into making you feel at home. Does this equipment have your approval? This is actually His Highness' own PC; a new one will be delivered one of the coming days. But we did our best to already equip this temporary machine with some stuff that would keep you busy during off-hours."

Anna stared at him with this 'I know nothing' expression of pretended innocence on her face. From time to time she glanced at the servant with the glass of water.

"What is *especially* soul-warming , is that you are also already getting into the right mood, apparently!" Rashid added with an amused smile on his mug. "I guess the special diet is already sorting effect."

A puzzled frown appeared on the girl's forehead. What the hell was the creep talking about??? What mood? And what diet?

"I'm sure there's a deeper meaning to the fact that you were enjoying exactly THAT picture which happens to be Prince Uday's favourite. His Highness will be thrilled when I will report this to Him."

Anna turned around and now noticed that her panicked random mouse clicks had opened the KOURNIKOVA BUKKAKE fake [http://ffleetwebspace.free.fr/tmfu/fakepages/kournik0310i-tmfu.htm]. Not particularly one of HER personal favourites, and certainly not in the prospect that it would be Prince Uday who was splattering his cum all over her, and 'feeding' her his proteins!

When she faced the pasha again, the servant had come forward and offered her the plate with the drink. The thirsty Russian promptly grabbed the glass and emptied it with big eager gulps. Spilled water trickled down her chin and throat, and over her chest into the minuscule top, letting it cling even closer to her breasts.

"I hope you enjoyed your meal and had a good night's rest," Rashid continued while he enjoyed the lovely sight, and the servant collected the (few) leftovers of Anna's meal on the silver plate.

"We decided not to wake you up this morning; you look, and looked, lovely in your comfortable two-piece, BTW." He smiled.

Anna felt UNcomfortable by the idea that she had been ogled while asleep on top of the covers, that morning. She couldn't quite remember how she had woken up, and could only hope that there hadn't been any secret body parts exposed to the peeking eyes of these creeps. She took another gulp of refreshing liquid and wiped her chin dry.

"Today will be quite busy, as will be the next couple of days; therefore, it is our duty to keep our guest's energy-level up at all times. I must apologize that we could not yet serve the young lady her favourite sushi. The special charter that His Highness ordered, experienced bad weather and had to make an unscheduled stop on the way from Tokyo. There will also be no chocolate ice-cream, I'm afraid, for obvious climatological reasons. But I am completely convinced that you will continue to appreciate the efforts put in by our excellent 'Chef de Cuisine'. He is a man of high professional pride, and great creativity within the boundaries of the aphrodisiac menu."

Anna wasn't quite sure what exactly to make of this. But it sure sounded like, just like everything else she experienced here, even something as trivial as her meals were part of a Bigger Plan.

"Like I said, this will be another busy day in your trajectory towards your first companionship. I assume you read through the short pamphlet already? It was put together specifically to address the inmates' curiosity. To lift a tip of the veil, so to speak."

The Russian had indeed skimmed through it while digesting her meal. But 'lifting a tip of the veil' was quite a euphemism, she thought. It was obvious that the pamphlet contained a time-table of certain activities that were planned for her. But the names of the 'activities' were rather cryptic and only meaningful for the initiated. How the hell would SHE know what 'Decoration' and 'Purification' were supposed to cover? If anything, the pamphlet had *increased* her curiosity instead of satisfying it. Maybe 'confusion' was a better word than 'curiosity', though. After all, Anna was well aware that 'curiosity had killed the cat' at least once before...

Meanwhile, the servant had cleaned up the desk and returned to his place in the team.

Anna was expecting Rashid to continue his endless rambling, but to her great confusion he had stopped talking and didn't give any signs of opening his mouth again. Instead, he was silently watching her, as if he was patiently waiting for something.

Anna felt distinctively looked at...

"So... What's next, then??" she stumbled at last.

Still utter, uncomfortable silence as response. The women in burka, the guards and the servant made just as little sound and were also fixating their eyes on the confused girl.

"Say something again. ANYTHING! Don't just STAND there like that."

Anna was preparing to shout at them again when, to her own complete surprise, the empty glass fell out of her hands and shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor.

"What...?"

She held up both hands in front of herself, and watched in disbelief how she could no longer close her fists! In fact, the arms now also slowly dropped no matter how hard she tried to hold them up.

She looked at Rashid again, with questioning eyes.

"What...what is hap.. ??"

"HOLD HER!", Rashid ordered.

Fast as lightening, the two guards beside him shot forward and intercepted Anna's body, which was falling forward and out of the chair, like a rag doll. They caught her arms, just in time to prevent her from crashing into the floor like a dead weight.

All Anna could feel, was a deep panic and disorientation, but she couldn't even scream it out any longer! In a matter of seconds, it seemed she had lost both her motorics and voice. All the while, she was nevertheless completely conscious. She could also feel the grip of the two men around her arms, and how her knees touched the ground, collecting some pieces of shattered glass in the process. That ground was all she could see, since she was unable to lift her head as well. Her eyelids seemed to be the only body parts she still had under control.

Horror thoughts about some tropical virus or other disease flooded her mind, until she heard Rashid speak again:

"It keeps amazing me how powerful this drug really is!"

He had come closer, and lifted Anna's chin to look her straight in the eyes. As she tried to look away, avoiding his stare, she noticed how the burkas had also broken their formation and were coming into action.

"I am really sorry we have to do it this way, darling. But believe me when I say it is the only practically feasible approach. Try to concentrate on the positive side: you won't miss a thing because you stay awake at all times!"

Indeed, despite her total lack of body control, Anna was as lucid as one could be, fully appreciating any visual, audible and tactile stimuli.

"Consider yourself blessed that you got the best seat," he added.

Rashid let go of Anna's jaw and took some distance again while the two guards dragged her limp form to some kind of carpet the women had spread out on the floor. They arranged her face down, spreading out legs and arms and putting a pillow under her head, which was turned sideways to allow breathing. Rashid took position in Anna's line of sight to make sure she would at all times be fully informed and in touch with him. Despite all the discomfort and uncertainty that had taken possession of her, she also had developed a lot of curiosity that needed to be satisfied. And he considered it his duty to take care of that.

"You will soon understand the necessity of the muscle relaxant. Although it could be useful in many other situations, we try to strictly limit its application to the absolute necessary. Usually that means a small dose to facilitate the Decoration, which we will now start with."

From her fixed point of view, Anna was nevertheless aware that the four women were sitting down around her on the carpet and had opened the jars. As she had noticed before, they contained a dark liquid.

"Since you are a bit of a special case, entitled to receive the exclusive and rare Harem Jewel afterwards, you needed a somewhat bigger shot to prolong the effect. Which you were kind enough to supply yourself, thanks to the thirst-enhancement trick."

Anna silently cursed to herself. "How stupid can you be, Murzik?" Walking straight into the trap with her eyes wide open...

"As expected, you're a rather greedy girl, if I may say so. A weakness which lends itself greatly to be exploited."

Meanwhile, one of the women opened the case they had brought with them, and supplied paintbrushes among their group of four.

"In case the pamphlet wasn't clear about the Decoration, let me explain it in a little bit more detail. You could use some diversion, anyway."

"Tradition requires that, for their first companionship, concubines' bodies are decorated with holy verses and various traditional ornaments. This serves two purposes. First of all the gracefully winding lines are supposed to act as guidelines, subtly directing the lover's attention towards a woman's secret places. Nowadays that is mostly traditional, of course, since His Highness doesn't really need them to find a girl's treasures, with sexual education and all."

"Great! A body full of pointers to where people should rather NOT go," Anna thought, while the women sat down around her. While one of them removed her scarce clothing (they seemed to have hundreds of them in stock), the others already dipped their paintbrushes in the henna-like ink.

"Secondly, the sacred verses act as a spiritual purification. They make sure that a concubine is 'clean' in spirit and worthy of partnership with His Highness. We'll come back to the physical side of cleanliness later..."

The first lines were stroked and Anna got goose bumps from the sensations of the wet brush tips on her back. The women worked fast and accurately, methodically stroking down a beautiful work of art on her tanned and (almost) unblemished skin. Anna was clearly not their first job.

"And in your particular case," Rashid rambled on, "it is also an excellent way to do something about that heathen tattoo on your lower back, for the time being. I've given very specific instructions to cover up that despicable example of decadence. Once the laser equipment has arrived, we'll get rid of it forever."

Anna didn't like the idea of losing her highly fashionable lower back tribal. But it was one of the lesser things on her mind at the moment! It was hard to concentrate on anything else than the brushstrokes, anyway. Especially when the ticklish sensations came near her bottom or armpits. And to think she probably would be turned over as well...

Surprisingly soon, one of the women (apparently the Main Decorator) walked in a complete circle around Anna to verify their work, and shouted some instructions. Rashid responded by calling in the two guards again. They turned the totally helpless Russian over, making her face the ceiling this time. Again, her arms and legs were nicely spread out before the decorators went back to work.

"Like I said, you received a rather concentrated solution of the relaxant, since we'll also have to hand you the Harem Jewel after the Decoration. It is the first time that I arranged a Jewel assignment, so I am not sure it is the standard procedure in that respect. But I figured it would be the best way to help you relax, and to make work easier for Tarek."

Judging by the location of his voice, Anna figured Rashid had changed position. This time strategically locating himself somewhere south of her rather extreme spread. He had witnessed this before, and apparently knew all the best spots. She tried to focus on what Rashid told, for as much as that was possible while you're being tickled near sensitive spots like your nipples and venus mound. She remembered him mentioning Tarek, the blacksmith, and supposed it had to be the man in the white mantle. And she was still as puzzled as before about what a blacksmith had to do with jewels! At least a 'jewel assignment' sounded like a non-threatening subject. As most girls would, Anna was in fact getting genuinely curious... And also somewhat flattered! Regardless everything else she was put through by the mysterious Prince, a jewel WAS a sign of appreciation. Maybe he was a prisoner of old-fashioned tradition, himself, and this was a first attempt to make up for all the discomfort she had to go through?

"I estimate you'll regain command over your voice by the time the Decoration is completed. It will take a bit longer to fully control your limbs again, though. And believe me when I say that is a good thing for Tarek."

If Anna could have seen the devilish look on his face, she would have been very worried indeed! But she could still only look at the featureless ceiling and passively endure the wet tickling sensations of brush tips dancing over her goose-bumped skin.

The stroking at last stopped altogether, and the Main Decorator informed Rashid that their living canvas was ready. It came as an enormous relief for Anna. The end of her unbearable tickle-torture! A girl as ticklish as her would almost wish they would violently rape her, instead... While the burkas collected their material and folded up the sheet, the two guards put Anna on her feet again. Although that was more a way of speaking, since she still couldn't move a finger so they had to support her. A slight tingle in her arms and legs indicated that a return of muscle control was probably just a matter of minutes, though.

When she was standing up, Rashid came closer again and helped her raise her chin.

"My compliments! You've been a truly sweet girl throughout the entire procedure. It's going smoother and smoother all the time, haha..." He looked up and down Anna's body, and added: "I can assure you that your new paint scheme suits you, and above all should withstand quite a few sessions of steaming sex. After all, it was specifically designed by the engineering department to not wear off easily. Which brings us to another one of their products..."

Stepping to the side, he gave his guest a clear view on a wheel-like construction that two more servants had meanwhile rolled in.

"Let us introduce you to the 'Wheel of Stability'," he grinned with clearly recognisable joy.

The 'Wheel of Stability' was a circle-shaped metal structure, that looked about two metres in diameter. In fact, it consisted of *two* wheels, of which the inner was able to rotate smoothly on ball-bearings, when not fixed to the external one. Attached to this inner wheel was an 'X'-shaped frame, with the heart cut out such that four radial pieces of metal of about two foot long were left. These each had two Velcro-strip type restraints, one on each end, to hold wrists and elbows or ankles and knees respectively. The two pieces of frame on the lower end pointed to foot-supports, two on each side to be precise. Another extra pair was mounted on the backside. There was also a big box on the lower middle, and a small box with a button on the upper left. Plus some wires.

Although Anna had never seen one before, she didn't need more than five seconds of observation from a distance to develop a strong aversion for the device.

"This here is going to be your best friend for the next couple of days," Rashid introduced the cold metal structure to Anna.

"Well, that is unless you decide to cooperate fully in the remainder of the preparation program. But you would be the first one to do so; therefore it is a pretty safe bet to say that you will spend a lot of time in the Wheel."

He winked at Anna, who looked very unhappy, took a few steps back towards the Wheel and tapped the frame. He noticed the Russian could now keep up her head all on her own.

"This one was custom-made to best suite your excellent proportions, and it rests on fixable wheels to move it with ease. As you can see, the foot supports and arm/leg holders have been padded with velvet. We wouldn't want pimples to mar your smooth skin when it makes contact with the cold metal. In fact, the whole purpose of the design is to prevent the guests from hurting themselves, or the staff."

Despite this example of its girl-friendliness, the device still made the Russian's skin creep.

"But let's not test your impatience any longer. There is no better way to get used to the Wheel, than to actually make use of it. If we want to finish the Decoration smoothly, I think we shouldn't hesitate much longer."

Rashid had noticed Anna's first weak attempts to move her arms and legs. He instructed the guards to put her in the Wheel now that it was still easy. 'Hanging up' was a more appropriate way to put it at this time, since her body was more or less hanging in the wrist- and elbow-constraints. He nodded in satisfaction when Anna was strapped in properly, and even personally arranged her two ponytails, letting them fall behind her shoulders, so they didn't obscure his view on her nude front.

The Russian was able to hold up her head ever higher now. This allowed her to fully witness the beginning of the final stage of the Decoration. And she didn't exactly like what she saw!

"Nnn..nn..o-o-o.. Nnn..!!"

Anna's eyes widened, and in addition to some more writhing she also tried to produce her first sounds. Although not quite intelligible yet, it was clear that she was expressing distress!

That might have had something to do with the Main Decorator approaching her with what looked like a big, sharp knife. Its long blade shining in the light scattered onto it.

In the absence of muscle relaxant, Anna's body would have instantly frozen into one big cramp. Now she didn't get much further than some feeble, hardly noticeable twitching in her bonds. For the very first time since her first eye-contact with the black guards, she was in real panic. The sum of 'old woman' + 'burka' + 'sharp knife' + 'tied up' + 'bunch of medieval traditions' reminded her far too much about that horrifying documentary she had seen on TV once. They did these unspeakable things to young girls. Her stomach turned around at the idea of what was about to happen!

"Huuuuhh!! Hu-huuuuhh!!" she brawled while the sinister figure approached.

There was nobody around to help the helpless.

(6) "THE LORD OF THE RINGS"

The old woman kneeled right in front of her. Anna gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and wished she would just faint. But she didn't. Next, she could feel a wet sensation right above her pubic cleft. Was it a disinfectant? She still didn't feel like looking down.

A shiver went through her body as she could feel the sharp blade being held against her skin. She bit her lips, held her breath and shut her eyes, preparing for extreme pain and mutilation...

The seasoned granny moved the blade, and sliced off... a couple of hairs of Anna's already sparse blonde bush.

The Russian released the air she had kept in, and laughed nervously. What a relief!

The old lady didn't seem to pay much attention to it all, and swiftly moved the blade through the shaving-cream she had rubbed into the girl's pubic hair. It clearly was a pretty standard job for her. In a matter of seconds, a nicely trimmed thin line was all that was left. It wonderfully integrated into the pattern of painted lines.

"Doesn't it look neat?"

Rashid had taken a mirror and was holding it in front of Anna's trimmed carpet, giving her the opportunity to take a good look. She seemed pretty indifferent about it. Her chest was still heaving from the strong emotions, and what counted to her was that all of her intimate anatomy was still THERE in the first place!

"As you can see, the road to the Harem Jewel is now paved, if you excuse me the expression," Rashid grinned. "It is time to introduce you to our local 'Lord of the Rings': Tarek. She's all yours, Tarek!" He stepped aside.

With hard-to-conceal enthusiasm and eagerness, the man in the white mantle now approached the tightly secured girl. Rashid nodded towards the two guards, signalling them to immediately take position on both sides of the Wheel and the big man.

Tarek (formerly known as 'Angus') was indeed big and rather rough looking. The reddish hairs of his untended beard gave away that he was not a local. His heavy accent wasn't even necessary to guess his Irish roots. Despite his shovels of hands, he had a real talent for finer handiwork. Which was exactly what brought him here and now, as a side activity to his horse training. As the trainer of the Prince's thoroughbreds, he was respected by everybody. He also had a bit of a 'reputation', though, after an incident a couple of years ago. One morning, guards had found him asleep in the room of one of the guests, between a bunch of emptied Whisky bottles (illegal in this place by themselves!). Apparently he had fucked a new inmate in her Wheel all night long, effectively spoiling her for further use by His Highness. No doubt this would have cost him his distinctive head, or at the very least his manhood, if Rashid hadn't covered him back then. In the end, consequences had been limited to a short but memorable whip session, and the requirement that he would never be left alone again with a guest. A compromise Tarek could live with. Yes, he -was- severely restricted in his actions towards all these fresh dollies ever since, but it remained a sweet job nevertheless! In any case, he knew he would never climb up to the rank of Rashid. He wasn't quite professional enough to suppress his instincts, let alone lead his own projects.

As his shadow approached her over the floor, Anna raised her head to face the next threat to her physical integrity... Tarek's distinct Western European looks, in some ways refreshing in this otherwise totally alien setting, did little to take away her discomfort.

"That panic in your lovely eyes is totally unnecessary, darling, " Tarek spoke. "It is not unwarranted arrogance when I tell you that you're in the hands of a very experienced craftsman. Apart from his horses, I also take care of His Highness' extensive tropical birds collection. I have ringed countless beauties before, and I don't think it makes much difference that you are not feathered hahaha..."

What did all this have to do with her? As usual, they talked in enigmas, Anna pondered.

"Does the lady already enhance her femininity with a jewel?" Tarek asked.

Anna already had a very unflattering idea of these men, but now she was genuinely surprised by the new level of stupidity she recognised. Around her neck was, plainly visible for everyone with at least one eye, her golden necklace with a delicate little heart-shaped jewel attached to it. She was also wearing two gold plated earrings in the shape of little horseshoes.

"Do you need GLASSES, or what?" she replied, nodding her head to point with her chin to the necklace. Why the hell was she answering a question anyway?? Maybe because it felt good to have her voice back, even just a weak version.

Tarek smiled; "An understandable misunderstanding; more precisely, I would like to be informed whether you already have any intimate piercings?"

The Russian was stunned...

"That is NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, assholes!" she screamed in anger and with more power in her voice again. Surprise, dismay and discomfort fought a battle inside her and fuelled her resistance. She was seething!!

"It was nice to meet you, but now turn around and get your sorry ass out of here. I have absolutely nothing to tell you, beardy!"

But under that facade of strength, her courage was blown to smithereens. Gone was the last hope to expect any decency from these madmen. Agony and contempt was clearly all they had to offer her. Where oh where had she earned this?

"Excellent, excellent, " Tarek hooked in. Anna's resistance didn't ruin the Irishman's temper. If anything, the irritating smile on his face got even wider.

"Well then; since the young lady refuses to disclose the necessary background information, the only alternative is that I disclose it myself and check *personally* whether there is still some manoeuvring space down there. Not that I mind, of course," he chuckled.

"You perverted ape! Keep your hands off me, shithead, or I'll make sure they're cut off once I get out of this. Then you can enjoy those great laws in this fucked-up country."

"Tsstsstssss," the red-bearded man mocked her with a soothing voice. "Surely you understand that we can't properly execute the task at hand based on guesswork alone? And even if you told me, I'd still have to take measurements anyway. No matter how you turn it, you'll have to play open house for Tarek."

He came a step closer still, and without much further ado clamped his right shovel between Anna's helplessly spread-eagled legs.

For a second, the Russian's voice faltered. Then she exploded in a vocal fragmentation bomb, foaming with rage.

"You ugly sand-scorpion... Hypocritical turban-terrorist! Don't you touch me like that!"

But her violator was not impressed, and thoroughly enjoyed these short seconds of close contact between his hand palm and the girl's warm treasures. While he kept his hand still, Anna did the rubbing herself by twisting in her bonds to escape from the unwelcome touch.

"Back off, filthy freckle face!"

With the two guards keeping a very close eye, Tarek quickly released his firm grip; giving Anna the illusion that her threats had made a difference.

The *real* reason was that the blacksmith was bound by very strict rules since the infamous incident; most certainly was he silently imagining licking out that tasty pussy pressing against his palpating fingers. Sure was he dying to extensively explore the athlete's exquisite love hole! But both liberties would no doubt cost him his head. In fact, ANY diversion from the strictly defined Decoration-storyboard could get him into serious trouble. And his subject's threats about the local laws would actually not be far off...

"Ah-ha,"  Tarek spoke while removing his hand again. "A quick check never fails to be useful. Already I can tell we won't find much historical remains in there. That's exactly how I like it: a clean sheet with all creative options still available."

"Stop it, you..you.. COCKROACH!" Anna's blood pressure was getting into dangerous areas now. But, as the near future would illustrate, by no means near its maximum.

"Time to find out what we have to deal with here, in more detail, " Tarek mumbled undisturbed. He crouched in front of her, his face just inches from her crotch, and proceeded to perform the Toe Spreader.

The 'Toe Spreader', short for 'camel toe spreader', was a diagnostics touch to accurately assess a girl's inner makeup. An essential part of the art of intimate piercings. As such, it was the only allowed technique to investigate a guest's private parts, and had to be kept to a minimum duration.

Tarek was very experienced at this. With a swiftness that indicated a lot of practice, he turned his left hand around, and with the hand palm resting upside-down against Anna's flat underbelly, he pressed index and middle finger powerfully into the cleft between her opened legs. One on both sides of her fat labia majora. Then he, equally forcefully, lifted his hand upwards.

"Ooouuch!!"

The Russian screamed it out loud, and her entire face illustrated a new level of shock!

Her camel toe split open in all its glory, exposing her deep-pink inner flesh to the blacksmith.

Tarek kept the pressure up and intently observed the otherwise hidden features of Anna's femininity. The delicate flesh tightly stretched under the pressure as it was exposed to the outside air. Tarek hooked his right index finger behind and under her clithood and made a small circle, to expose and arrange her inner petals. Accurate knowledge of the terrain was important. No matter how often he had done this to the girls, each of them was an interesting exploration again. They all were overall alike, yet at the same time quite unique in the details; the colour, the size of inner and outer lips and clitoris... And of course the anatomy and its intricacies *remained* fascinating for a man, even after investigating hundreds of samples. He looked up and smiled again when he noticed Anna's teeth vibrating on her lower lip. Then he blew some air into her private parts, straight onto her sensitive nub. Was it imagination or did it twitch under the teasing breeze? What was certain, was that Anna herself, up there, had noticed the new wind blowing through her. A grimace appeared on her face; she was clearly aware of how she was indeed 'playing open house' for Tarek. And he let himself in.

"Hmmmm...," the Irishman mumbled, concentrating on his job again, "that looks like a size 4 will fit."

He rolled her inner lips between his thumb and index finger to feel the thickness, and opened them up to observe how flexibly they closed again. Size, strength, flexibility and moistness... It all mattered in this profession!

"That, or a five at most."

Anna didn't know where she had it. This HURT; be it much more mentally than physically. How much deeper can a girl be humiliated? Strangely enough, the fact that what was happening to her was so absolutely unbelievable, also seemed to help her to handle it all.

"A five it will be, " Tarek finished his investigation after carefully weighing the evidence. "You're quite a strong girl, Miss Kournikova. You're in good shape, and firm all over. It shows you work on your physique. Regardless the innumerable times you must have been copulated already, you're still tight as a small-change purse. My compliments!" It actually sounded genuine! He got up again and released his grip, letting Anna's privates retake their original shape. Not before exciting a little squeak from the stunned girl, by giving her love curtains a quick pull.

It left Anna with a very uncomfortable feeling and a troubled face. Hardly surprising; for beautiful young girls all over the world, having men stretch your labia at will, without consent or consequences, was a strong indication that their control over the situation was approaching a dangerously low level.

Tarek had a sardonic smile on his face. The Toe Spreader procedure was, of course, total bollocks. No such thing had ever been mentioned in the piercing classes he had taken. It was just the cunning Irishman's way to get the most out of the whole experience within the boundaries of the strict protocol. Nobody had ever bothered to check whether all this was really necessary to properly fit an intimate jewel. If necessary, in fact, he would fit a piercing as thick as a pink into most girls. No technical limitations would keep him from doing that, nor was he the kind of man to let ethical dilemmas get in the way! A girl's flesh is surprisingly strong and can take almost anything, he knew. After all, it was made to withstand ten thousand or so intercourses. You can't fault millions of years of evolution.

Where did all this wisdom come from, while only a handful of guests had ever received a Jewel?

To understand this, we have to go back to the blacksmith's very first Decoration job. Without getting into details, let's say the Prince hadn't been too thrilled with the results. In fact, the guest he had fucked in her Wheel all night, was not the FIRST one Tarek had spoiled... In everybody's interest, then, the Prince had allowed him to practice the art on out-phased inmates, with dummy stainless steel 'jewels'. A great way to perfect technique, and at the same time it gave the retired guests a souvenir that would always remind them about their stay at Al-Qae-Traz. Everybody happy!

Today's jewel was far from "dummy," though. This was the real deal!

"Let's not test your patience any longer. I'm sure you're dying to know your future golden companion," Tarek grinned, and he surfaced a small luxury jewel case out of his gown, with a number '5' imprinted.

"It's quite obvious His Highness has a special place for you in His heart. And understandable! Even in standard edition, out of the box, you're a nice package indeed. But rest assured that after fitting this little option, you will drive the poor chap almost insane! Compare it to how your boyfriend would react after having new custom rims fit on his sports car, haha." He held the small case right under Anna's nose, and opened it up.

There it was, sitting in its velvet seat. The Harem Jewel! Despite the whole situation, Anna couldn't but admire the precious gem; it was downright beautiful! With her knowledgeable eye, she immediately recognised the high grade gold alloy. Probably 18 karat or more. The shape roughly approached a horseshoe, luckily with the sharp edges rounded somewhat. But that was not all: it actually had no less than five small diamonds embedded! They sparkled eye-blinding, like only real ones can. The size didn't immediately strike the Russian as 'big', but considering its future cozy home, 'small' wasn't exactly the word, either...

The blacksmith recognised the twinkle in her eyes.

"I knew this little piece of art would make up for all of it; eyes don't lie," he whispered. "Let me add that it even complements your earrings!"

The Russian tried to look as if this was the least of her concerns, but deep inside she couldn't deny that it DID matter. God dammit! Was it THIS easy to manipulate her psyche and to buy her out??? It was still her deepest wish to escape from this madhouse, and to let it bomb to hell as soon as possible afterwards. But if there was a reasonable chance, she would like to recuperate the Harem Jewel; be it not to wear it as it was intended by these nutcases. If she could lay her hands on it, this whole adventure could end up with a positive balance!

Tarek left the case opened and put it onto the desk. He took a deep breath. At last the moment of truth had arrived. And he cared more than he would openly admit! Yes, he was not the most tactful person, he was arrogant and generally self-confident. But he also had pride and, besides hot young girls, he also loved to fuck details. This was NOT an exercise, and it had to be PERFECT. No ripped tissues, no imperfections... no damaging in general would be tolerated. Neither by himself or by the Prince. Failure was, literally, not a viable option.

From the bag he carried with him, he started extracting several items and tools. With a mix of interest and concern, Anna watched him revealing a small Bunsen-burner and attached can of gas, pliers of some sorts with two small metal rings fit at the tips, a spray-can, a small bottle with a watery liquid, matches and a pin with a very sharp tip.

Especially that last item made the young woman shiver in her bonds. The function of most of the tools remained mysterious for the moment. But regarding the perforated pliers and the pin, it wasn't all that hard to put two and two together. Anna's stomach suddenly didn't feel all that great.

The Irishman meanwhile arranged it all on the desk, next to the jewel case, did an internal inventory check, and then scratched his beard with a pensive look in his eyes.

"Maybe it's better and more interesting if we move you towards the mirror," he addressed the Russian. "So you can closely watch everything with your own eyes. After all, our philosophy is one of openness."

He grinned and took one of the guards by the arm.

"And you, you will be my assistant."

The guard seemed to hesitate and looked questioningly at Rashid, who was still watching proceedings, from a distance, with interest. As his foreman nodded in agreement, the servant made himself available to Tarek.

"Just roll the Wheel a bit closer to the desk, if you want. And stand behind our guest, because I'll need your help again real soon!"

The assistant needed Rashid to translate the part of the instructions that wasn't illustrated sufficiently by Tarek's gesticulations. But as everything became clear, the muscled black man released the brakes and pushed Anna's Wheel to within two to three meters from the desk, with the mirror on the wall behind it. For the first time, she could personally admire her semi-permanent body art. Professionally done, she would admit when asked, but not really her cup of tea to be honest.

All the while Tarek was carrying out further preparations; he opened the Bunsen burner and held a match to it. As the burner ignited with its characteristical sound, Anna almost jumped out of her Wheel!

"Haha... Relax, sweetheart, relax...; we're not here to burn brand you, if that's your concern."

Tarek took the pliers-like tool and held the metal rings at the end, in the flame.

"This is just to kill those nasty little bacteria; you're infection-free and we want to keep it that way! Prince Uday values his personal hygiene and health."

"T-thanks for your concern, Neanderth- "

At the very last moment, Anna swallowed her insult. It cost her some effort, since the idea that her health was only INdirectly of any importance, was downright repulsive. But swallowing looked safer at the moment than offending and provoking a brute who had several tools at his disposal to seriously damage her.

"What did you say?" Tarek asked.

Not entirely by accident, he held the white-hot rings on the pliers dangerously close to the Russian.

"No-nothing, " Anna stumbled while her face paled noticeably.

"OK, no offence, " Tarek replied. He sure loved to trifle a bit with his subjects!

He redirected the pliers to the bottle, which contained sterilized water, and put the ends into it to cool them down. Anna uttered an audible sigh of relief as she heard the safe sizzle. Whatever the pliers would be used for, room temperature was to be preferred. The blacksmith left them in the bottle, and repeated the disinfecting procedure with the sharp pin.

"I think we're about ready now, " Tarek smiled. "What about you?"

Anna had decided to not grant them any response anymore, so no words came over her lips this time.

"Nothing to add? Very well... Let's begin, then. We'll make something nice of it, something the Prince can be proud of!"

He walked around the Wheel and demonstrated to the guard who would assist him, what he was expected to do.

"I need our young lady to keep perfectly still, but she's not going to do that by herself. So, on my command, I need you to stabilize her, like this." Tarek grabbed Anna's ass; "Just hold her ass-cheeks and push forward; got that?"

The guard nodded and took his position. His huge hands clamped around the athlete's firm peaches, and already he could feel every muscle in there tense up. Tarek was probably bang-on that she wasn't going to keep perfectly still without ass-istance!

Meanwhile the blacksmith had taken the pliers in his left hand and the pin in the other, and crouched in front of his 'patient' again.

"Let's go fishing," he smiled at Anna, and slowly approached her exposed privates with the pliers.

As expected, Anna tried to curve her body to maximize the distance between her vulnerable crotch and the new threat. Even if she would have wanted to cooperate, in the idea to get done with the inevitable as soon as possible, a basic self-protection reflex of her body would have taken over anyway.

But as ordered, the guard immediately robbed Anna from her last degree of freedom in the Wheel, and pushed her under body forward. The muscled black man was much stronger than her back, and needed almost no effort. And because of the mechanics of the whole move, Tarek's work terrain got exposed optimally: Anna's privates spread open like a ripe melon in front of him.

"Nnggggghhh...," the Russian gritted her teeth in frustration as the guard easily overpowered her attempts to resist.

"That's more like it... A little closer still.. Just a little more.. STOP!" the blacksmith instructed. "So here we have the little fellow... And HOP!"

- SNAP -

With great precision and force, the blacksmith clamped Anna's clit with the pliers.

"Nooo-aaaawww!!"

"Just a couple more seconds, darling; the less you move, the sooner this unfortunately unpleasant phase will be history."

"Grrrr... Get done with it already, bastard!" Anna spat, fired on by the sudden adrenalin shot.

Her personal piercer inspected closely to make sure that it was done the right way; the rings had to be located correctly so the perforation with the pin would not tear anything, or damage important nerves. The pliers also shouldn't slip off; not entirely out of the question, because even with the guard holding her tightly, there was guaranteed to be some twitching at the 'moment suprËme', Tarek knew.

As a final test, he increased the pressure a little more and repeatedly pulled on the pliers.

"Who's the latex girl? Haha..."

Anna's face distorted into an ugly mask as her clit was stretched out a couple of times, a couple of centimetres. A girl's flesh can take almost anything, indeed.

"We're almost there now," Tarek commented to the Russian who had closed her eyes by now. He moved the sharp pin ever closer, aiming for the small rings at the end of the pliers.

"3...2...1... "

The next moment, an ear-deafening scream resounded through the corridors of Al-Qae-Traz.

- Sharapova dethroned at last -

(7) "PRIVATE CONSULT FROM A PASHA"

Another day had passed, and all was NOT going well on the Middle-Eastern front. At least not from the point of view of Anna Kournikova. We find our heroine securely attached to the Wheel again, the Golden Horseshoe sparkling between her thighs, peeping from between her slightly blood-engorged lips. Tarek had done a magnificent ringing-job indeed, with few to none complications.

It had stung somewhat, but in retrospect Anna had to admit that it had been nothing even close to warrant her subsequent death scream. In the first place, the build-up of stress and the whole IDEA of the operation had to be blamed for that.

After the Russian had 'received' her intimate jewel, the men had taken her from the Wheel and kept her hands tied behind her back. "Precaution against infections," Tarek had explained. It was better "not to masturbate just yet." It didn't make a lot of sense to Anna at first. She saw it as just another excuse to merely make life more difficult for her. After all, that's what these men seemed best at. But that would soon change... The initial throbbing ache had remained bearable throughout, but it had slowly transformed into a maddening itch that was far more difficult to handle! Especially without hands. Anna would have given ANYTHING to scratch down there.

In the end she had rubbed herself against the edge of the desk in her room to get some relief. A pretty embarrassing situation... Even more shocking was that, in pure desperation, Anna had found herself lusting after something like a hard pumping dick. No matter how hard she had tried to wipe those thoughts out of her girl brain. Absolutely ANYTHING would seemingly do to get rid of the unbearable irritation.

Anyway, despite much pleading her hands had remained tied up the rest of that day. But that didn't mean that she had been left helpless and all on her own! When it came to maintenance, she had absolutely no reason to complain: another burka had come by to spoon-feed her another extremely spicy meal. After the meal, she had even been bathed by a couple of them. Ok, so being hung up by her tied hands onto the ceiling of a shower cell was not her own idea of 'bathing'. But clean she was, and not a single square centimetre of her body had been skipped. Not 'just' every square centimetre of her body had received the attention it deserved. But, well, every square centimetre that was reachable without the use of tools. And as she could witness, it was really remarkable how deep old ladies' fingers could actually reach! Even after all that scrubbing, her body paint had remained intact, though. Rashid hadn't exaggerated one bit about its sustainability. Anna started to wonder how long it would take her to get back her famous unblemished skin. One of the many god-given features that had made her a lot of money already. Some of her endorsement contracts actually depended on it, and it would be unrealistic to cover her entire body with heat-packs to hide it. That trick was not really an option. Not this time.

After the thorough washing, the burkas had been considerate enough to apply a disinfecting cream to her battered pussy, and again before she was put in bed. Being well-fed, clean and disinfected; what more could she possibly ask?

"Would I even have a case against them in court???" She clearly hadn't lost her sarcasm...

Thanks to her total exhaustion, Anna had actually had a pretty good night's 
rest, even with her hands tied to the bedposts. She slept through the morning, and only woke up when two servants came in to remove her bonds. Although her hands were free, there was no time to scratch. Well, there actually WAS enough time, strictly speaking. But the Russian didn't really feel like it, in the presence of these men. She was slowly getting used to her permanent state of public nudity, but openly manipulating her intimate anatomy was still something different. And they didn't grant her the necessary moments of privacy, since after stretching her limbs a bit, it was straight back into her Wheel again! Anna surprised herself with her obedience; it all went pretty smoothly, just like Rashid would have liked it. Just a couple of days ago, this was unthinkable! The first cracks in her resistance?

After securing her and a carrying out a quick check, the two incommunicative guards left the girl alone.

Now that her emotional and physical rollercoaster ride came to a temporary stop, the Russian had some time again to think her situation over. It didn't look all that great, she had to admit. The message which she had (hopefully) managed to post on her web forums, was just about the only thing that kept her flame burning somewhat. Only, she hadn't had the opportunity yet to sit down at the computer again to check out the outcome! No matter whether her outcry would be successful or not, she was starting to face the possibility that she wouldn't escape - completely - from the new 'duties' assigned to her. The famous blonde had by now almost mentally accepted at least one 'companionship' with this so called 'Prince of the Deserts'. Since it was scheduled within less than two days, it started to look pretty unavoidable. How bad could it be, anyway? It was not like she hadn't been fucked before. It also wasn't - by any stretch - the first time that she would be copulated by total strangers, or even the first time that she would get in contact with Arabian seed (more about that, soon). About the only *really* unpleasant aspect she could come up with, was that she would not be calling the shots. And even THAT wouldn't be the first time, either. Another experience she had come out of alive and well. [Note from the author: read 'A perfect match' for more details]

Slowly she had thus settled for plan B: perhaps she was going to sit through it for some days, letting herself paw and defile a bit more by those turban troglodytes, after which the Special Forces would enter and gloriously set her free on prime-time television. She would then kick Rashid in the nuts in front of a live audience of millions. Revenge can be sweet. Now - that - would give a tremendous BANG, and boost her fame considerably on top of everything! With some mental gymnastics, she would possibly even be able to make herself enjoy some wild sex in the mean time. Although it would be easier if she were British; then she would just have to close her eyes and think of England to get done with it...

England, where her favourite tournament was held, in Wimbledon, she dreamed away.

All in all, the anticipated sexual activity was actually not her primary concern. A bigger question mark was the last item she had read on her 'road plan to companionship': the 'Purrification', or was it 'Purification'? Not that the term itself indicated anything particularly unpleasant. But the same could be said about the 'Decoration', and that hadn't turned out to be Anna's favourite pastime. The Russian had learned to distrust any obscurely named activity organized in this institute of perversion.

That, and the uncertainty about her 'term' at Uday's. If only she knew for sure that it would merely be for a couple of weeks, she would sit through it. Then again, Anna was too much aware of her own outright hotness, to believe that she would be dumped after such a short period already. And pretending to be a poor performer had already been covered by that terrible pasha as a far too transparent and obvious tactic. No, if there was a way out, it was not to be found in that corner.

She possibly had one more string on her bow: she could attempt to deploy all her charms, to bribe herself out. Not exactly the best way to avoid sexual abuse, but maybe she could at least limit it and concentrate it over a shorter period. And from experience she knew how to play this game. It was known territory for the Russian blonde.

	"If you help me out, I promise I will suck you dry."

	"We can have some fun together; you can get me, if you do me a little favour."

	"I'll participate in your gangbang if you untie me and show me the way out."

Anna started practicing different get-out lines.

Problem was: apart from Rashid and Tarek, all the men in this nuthouse seemed to be either chronically uninterested thus far, and/or so primitive and ignorant of English that negotiating was out of the question. The first group treated her without even the most basic respect and even touched her against her will, but acted as if they merely did their duty. There was no underlying desire to take advantage of her vulnerability or to humiliate her. (as mentioned before, Anna had also been a little bit surprised and even insulted by that lack of interest; deep down she expected to be more desirable...) On the other hand, some of the half-apes looked like they would fuck girls straight into hospital without even raising an eyebrow. Rashid may have been a total creep, but in a way Anna was glad that this clearly professional man was around when the primitive brutes played a part in her drama. At least he seemed to have them under control. Admittedly, that was the *only* positive thing she could say about that Taliban-turd.

All this brain activity didn't change a thing about her precarious situation. But at least thinking through different scenarios gave her SOME illusion of control. Much needed control in an adventure in which she had been effectively reduced to a passive object thus far. Hopefully, that phase was past her from now on...

The sound of footsteps in the hallway, apparently one person, put an end to Anna's private musings. Company was on its way once again...

Anxiously she focussed her stare on the door. Whoever was going to enter, it probably wouldn't be someone with whom she would voluntarily spend private time. What made her feel even more worried than usual, was that it had to be one of these men all on his own. Up until now, they had always approached her in a group, and her intuition had sensed that there was some sort of social control at work that had prevented the worst. Without that peer pressure to walk between the lines, she was fair game.

The footsteps stopped at the door. Agonizingly slow, and producing an appropriate creepy sound, it opened and revealed Anna's visitor...

It was Rashid’s sinister silhouette that appeared out of the darkness. He closed the door behind him, and calmly walked towards the Wheel.

Anna tensed up. From one moment to the other, a cold came over her naked body as if his presence made this hell freeze over. Despite his value in handling the half-apes, the obnoxious pasha was definitely the one she favoured least. There was something about this man that repulsed Anna like she had never before experienced. Not even Shaq's buddy, fat Wilson, came close. He looked dirty, and downright evil. In his heavy long robe, and big turban, he easily could have modelled for the 'bad sorcerer' in one of those Aladdin Disney movies.

Not that Tarek, just to name another member of her 'staff', was the type of guy she'd date. But somehow he did have his charm and authenticity, sincerity if you want. He was definitely a brute, but you knew what you got. And from time to time, she liked it rough.

It was different with this gent. As far as Anna was concerned, he was pure viciousness with a thin sauce of false decency poured over it. Each time he came close to her, every square centimetre of her flawless skin tried to crawl away. Every muscle in her body would fight to get her out. It was no different this time. Love was not in the air tonight, that much was for sure!

The pasha didn't say a word and just stood there staring at Anna from a couple of metres distance, in his usual position with crossed arms and hands covered in his sleeves. The eerie silence continued for an awfully long moment, only slightly disturbed by the tennis-teen's nervous breathing, while the two protagonists observed each other.

Then Rashid casually stepped closer. As his swinging heavy gown came to a stop, the resulting breeze created goose bumps all over Anna's body. He stopped within an arm's distance of the spread-eagled blonde and ostentatively checked her out from top to toe. Even though he didn't touch her (yet?), his stare was already enough to make Anna feel highly uncomfortable. The Russian could feel how his eyes scanned her frame, taking their time and devoting extra attention to the most 'interesting' features. She generally didn't mind being looked at. She even didn't mind much being looked at *this way*. But not while being totally exposed and unable to defend herself!

The abducted star nevertheless did her best to present herself as strong and confident as possible under the given circumstances. She proudly raised her head and faced her opponent. She was determined not to let go without a fight, even though her situation looked more critical than ever. The fact that Rashid, apparently the architect behind all her abuse, gave her the opportunity to regroup herself somewhat, made her very suspicious, though. Did he have some nasty surprise up his sleeves?

The 'creep', as she called him by now, mumbled approving to himself, then swiftly moved behind Anna. Something the girl didn't like one bit! Her facade of confidence was her only weapon, and now he walked around it. Desperately she tried to keep him within her field of vision by turning her head first to the right, then to the left... Rashid was well aware of the effects that an invisible threat had on the girls. He couldn't suppress a nasty little smile when he noticed how his captive lost her cool completely as soon as she lost visual contact. He really savoured these moments of privacy with the inmates. Anna, from her side, had more and more trouble to keep her mouth shut. But she reminded herself that it was a psychological battle and gritted her teeth. She had to be strong, but couldn't hide her agitated breathing. It still was the only sound to disturb the uncomfortable quietness.

Things got *really* tense next, when she literally felt Rashid’s rapid breathing in her neck. She closed her eyes and tried to remember a prayer from grade school. But all that happened was that the man took her ponytails, which were hanging in front, and arranged them over her back. Probably to improve his view on her front? He also superficially checked her Velcro-strips. When he was convinced that his team had done their job, he stepped back in front again to face his one-girl audience.

It felt as a small psychological victory to Anna when he was the first of them to break the silence:

"Miss Kournikova," he started, "I have to compliment His Highness; that sucker may be a dumb moron, but he sure has a good eye! You truly are an excellent piece of fuck-ware indeed. I rarely get poetic, but right now what comes to mind is that you must be nature's gift to the sex-hungry male. You're the perfect lovemaking machine."

Anna's entire face illustrated shock.

No matter how obvious it had been to her, for quite some time already, that this was turning into a case of prolonged sexual abuse, the words still hit her hard. But within half a second, her astonishment was blasted away by an all-overshadowing rage.

"Don't talk to me like that, you sad camel-rider," she spat. "You, and your mentally retarded Prince, can go fuck yourselves in the dunes, assholes! Fucking stupid nomads! Desert pigs!"

NEVER had she been addressed in such a humiliating, male chauvinist pig, way. All wound up after minutes of silence, she let it all out.

"As soon as I get out, I'll book you two a nice tiny cellar in a super-max where you can quietly rot away, bastards! That's where your sort belongs."

Rashid let the shower blow over. He frowned and looked serious.

"Sand scorpions! Retarded piles of rat shit!"

"That is definitely NOT where my name comes from," he calmly reposted.

"Crawl back deep into your hole, filthy maggot."

"I will, I will..." the pasha chuckled. "But allow me to find out first, then, which of your holes I'd like to make mine." He was clever, all right!

Anna did not even listen and raged on, but the man walked right through her avalanche of abuses. His hands appeared (Anna would soon wish that she had never joked to herself about how his arms seemed glued together under those sleeves), and as casually as if he was checking out some gropes at the market, they cupped the famous tennis player's well-proportioned breasts.

Astonished, the Russian lost her breath for a second. Then her face became an even darker shade of red than it already was, and she became even more vocal and louder than before.

"Middle-Eastern sex-maniac! Table-cloth terrorist! STOP THAT!"

"That's not very lady-like language, sweetheart."

Rashid's raw hands massaged and molded the two attractive golden mounds, tanned under the warm Florida sun. Judging their firmness and enticing the dark pink nipples.

"Keep your dirty hands in those sleeves, you...you... SHITFACE!"

All on their own initiative (and much against their owner's wish), the sensitive nubs proudly rectified themselves under Rashidís teasing manipulations. He lightly rubbed his thumbs over their tip, sending electrical jolts through Anna's chest and periodically interrupting her furious vocal outbreaks.

"Now aren't these two cute mammaries... I'm sure Prince Uday will enjoy his titty-fucks. You don't get to wiggle your dick between such perfect cushions every day."

"Cushions? CUSHIONS??? Show some respect, you flopped Persian carpet haggler!"

Anna broke into her complete arsenal of vocal threats. Every cell in her body understood that it wouldn't get her anywhere. But it was all she had, and at least being seething helped her through these moments of utter helplessness. If her threats and booming had any effect on Rashid’s fondling though, it was that they made it more enjoyable for him. His heart rate accelerated in excitement as his fingers felt Anna's anger and despair resonate through the body beneath them.

"You better pray I don't get out of this machine, measly Muslim macho, or I will serve your balls!"

Admittedly though, his ears did start to hurt under the continued acoustic battering by now; so he decided this helpless sex-puppet's rear deserved some closer attention next, and walked around her once more.

"Don't hide like an Osama-wannabe, Jordan Jerk. Face me, COWARD!"

Anna kept firing her insults at him until she couldn't possibly turn her head any further. Standing safely behind her, Rashid admired her fairly muscled arms and shoulders. He slowly traced their tanned skin with his hands, pinched her biceps and then proceeded by cupping her tits again. The pervert enjoyed her moans when he firmly squeezed them. He planted some wet kisses in her neck and chuckled to himself; it was hard to decide what he 
liked most about all this: the exciting touch of her totally available flesh, the unwanted invasion into her intimacy or her soft moans replacing that annoying tirade. He sniffed the young Russian's delicious scent and tasted it with his lips. What an incredible turn-on! Would he...?"

"OUCH!"

Anna screamed in pain as Rashid dug his teeth into her neck.

"Lousy cannibal! What do you think I am? A sausage or what? Animal!"

The pervert hadn't been able to contain himself. He just HAD to take a love-bite! Rashid licked the bite-mark on her soft tanned flesh and savoured the full-bodied girl taste. He couldn't possibly have chosen a better way to freak her out... He traced his lips with his tongue, and with a long sigh of desire he continued to the next stage. Slowly he guided his hands over his captive's flanks, starting from her armpits, down to her strong hips.

"Firm and tout," he whispered admiring, "yet with flawless skin, soft to the touch..."

He continued further down by bending through his knees, skipped her much heralded bum for the time being, and stroked the smooth back of her long shapely legs. They represented the perfect combination of slenderness and strength.

The fluttering touches of the pasha's hands, especially on the inside of her upper legs, tickled the Russian; talking about a confusing sensation! The idea that he could look right into her secret place, from down there, definitely helped to suppress an embarrassing laugh, though.

Rashid raised again. At last he diverted his attention to her famous round behind, dropping his hands to explore the two beautiful firm apple-shaped cheeks. His pulling and molding was rather 'virile' to put it mildly!

"Ooow! Ouch! You're hurting me, idiot! Stop that NOW," Anna protested. It was almost as if he was trying to tear off some lumps of flesh!

Not entirely unexpectedly, Rashid had no ears for her complaining and kept squeezing and grabbing enthusiastically. He enjoyed the close physical contact and the direct communication between their bodies, skipping Anna's will... His fingers dug deep into her light-brown tanned skin, leaving reddish strokes on it and letting it ripple in waves over her back and bottom.

"Your body was created to be touched and fondled, sweetheart," he teased her. "'Give to Man what belongs to Man', hahaha."

"Bastard!" was all Anna had to defend. She was starting to repeat herself.

"Why are you terrible people doing this to me? Why this tennis teen terrorism? Is it to compensate for a microscopic dick?"

"You simply meet Uday's fuckability criteria, dear. I'm afraid there isn't much deeper meaning to it, haha."

The molding and rolling hands stopped for a second, then Rashid lifted her nicely rounded bum-cheeks up, and let them bounce a few times to judge their firmness.

"Soooo tight," he blew into Anna's cute, elf-like ear, while he tightly pressed against her back.

He looked down over her shoulder. Down there, between Anna's legs, an interesting show was running: the top cover of the big box that was mounted on the Wheel was highly polished, and provided an almost perfect reflection of her crotch that was hovering above it. Totally excited, the pasha clamped his hands onto the inside of her upper legs on both sides of her pussy, and rhythmically stretched out the skin. It was an absolutely lovely sight to watch her beautiful bald slit open and close, open and close, open and close... Short fragments of pure delight, literally mouth-watering indeed. As illustrated by the saliva that started leaking out of his mouth onto the Russian's chest. And in her back she could feel him develop an enormous erection under his gown. Yes, it undoubtedly was a real test of character for the horny man to hold back from burying it up to the hilt into this exquisite cunt, here and now.

Anna was disgusted, and silently prepared for penetration...

Still holding the orbs in his hands, Rashid placed his lips against the young woman's ears again and whispered: "Excellent, just excellent... Rashid's preliminary conclusion is that you have one sweeeeet ass, young lady. Tight, yet fully shaped. Not a trace of saggy-ness," he continued. "Feels absolutely great under the grab; but as a stress-ball you're utterly worthless, if you allow me the expression. Squeezing them with my hands makes me all tense down there instead, hahaha," he referred to his throbbing cock.

"You're a well-trained athlete. That will come in handy for the new 'sport' that you will be active in. And I'm sure the Prince will appreciate your cushion for his pushing."

A short and powerful "FUCK YOU!" came his way.

"Maybe I'll fuck myself ON you one of these days, baby," he turned the jeer around. "I think you would do just fine as Rashid’s little cum-container."

It was not the career Anna envisioned for herself...

"You don't have the BALLS!" she shouted, keeping up the vocal tennis.

"You're quite mistaken there," he replied with a sarcastic smile. "It would be wrong to generalize. Not everybody is treated equal here, haha."

Still Anna's ordeal wasn't over yet: Rashid's hand landed on her tummy. His touch made her belly tremble as she felt the warm contact points of his fingers wander around over it. She shivered slightly, and the occasional small golden hair on her body stood upright when he slowly circled her big round bellybutton with his index finger. His hand palm now started making ever widening circles on her tummy, getting closer to her 'special spot' with each round. Anna started panting; this most definitely was some sort of countdown to something very unpleasant! Each time his hand was pointing 6 'o clock, she kept her breath for a couple of seconds. She had to do something!

"Li-listen," she changed her tone. "I know you want me. You want me badly. Maybe I can arrange something if you help me get out? We could spend some quality time together, and I could keep you out of jail, also."

"Hahahaa," Rashid sniggered. "Remarkable how long it took you to decide to mobilize your female charms. Highly predictable that it would get to that stage, though."

Anna didn't like that reaction. Was he a couple of steps ahead of her, again?

"As if I need your cooperation to get what I want. Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. On paper, the Prince is calling the shots here. But realize that I'm running day-to-day business here, so if Rashid wants something really badly, he'll get it anyway. Cooperation from the guests is purely optional. Just give me a couple more minutes, and you'll agree."

- KNOCK KNOCK -

The pasha wanted to continue his exploration of her young body (there was so much more to see and feel!), when someone knocked on the door. Visibly annoyed, he had to stop his violations. He silently cursed.

"I'm so sorry that we have to stop our short session of pleasure right here; but I'm afraid our friend Quam would not be pleased if he found you 'detonated' already. I'll leave you in his capable hands now. Don't be too disappointed, though. I'm sure we'll be close again, rather soon than late!"

The hands went back into the robe, and while he created some more distance between himself and the tennis star again, he shouted the new visitor to enter.

(8)"A PRINCE'S PASSION FOR PURITY"

Entered 'Quam.'

Anna had already met a diverse supporting cast thus far, but still Quam's appearance surprised her. He was not quite as strong-looking as most of the others. In fact, Anna caught herself thinking that he almost had female features. He was of slender build, about as tall as her, and had a somewhat Indian look about him, with his dark brown skin and raven-black hair and eyes. Especially his hands were the exact opposite of Tarek's: his fingers were long and looked frail and feminine. Just like so many of the other people she had interacted with at Al-Qae-Traz, Quam apparently also carried tools with him. He was holding an artfully decorated wooden case. The Russian had no doubt that the fragile man and his tools had something to do with the mysterious 'Purification'. What exactly, she would no doubt soon find out, she figured.

Immediately after entering and greeting Rashid, the servant placed his equipment on Anna's desk and started unpacking. Since the Wheel was oriented away from the desk, she couldn't watch proceedings and was left in the dark for the moment as to what exactly was coming up.

Maybe it was better that way...

One thing was for sure, though: for one reason or the other, Anna suddenly had become increasingly aware again of the presence of the Harem Jewel. It had started to itch more firmly. Was this some sort of precognition?

Meanwhile, Rashid had turned on the computer and, judging by the sounds behind her, he was making a printout. He never failed to surprise her... She wouldn't have associated his antiquated appearance with the capacity to use modern technology. Were they maybe all just dressed up for the occasion, as an extra show-element, and decent current-day citizens in real life?

"Huh!!"

Anna startled as Rashid, from behind her, unexpectedly waved a printed page in front of her nose.

He grinned at her sudden jump in the bonds.

"I was thinking our guest might be interested in this update. I'm sure you were dying to know the current status."

As he moved the paper slightly further away, Anna was able to focus her eyes. It was a printout of the Kournikova forum. More specifically of the thread she had started with her 'rescue me' message. Rashid didn't grant her nearly enough time to take it all in, but the couple of passages she picked up were far from uplifting. "Funny, real funny.. Don't let the door hit you on the way out!", "Please admin... ban this idiot." The 'locked' symbol and final message by the admin that the thread was closed were the icing on Rashid’s demoralisation-cake. The Russian hung a little deeper in her restraints...

"It was a good try, I admit. You're a smart little thing. But good is not enough, haha. We would have intervened if necessary, anyway."

Anna was not amused, and closer to depression than ever.

"Come to think of it... What about this reply: 'Anna never reads this forum, moron!' One would get the strong impression that you neglected your fans a bit, lately. The poor kids are nowhere near as close to you as they used to be, are they? Although I guess 'kids' is not the best way to address them. After all, you seem to appeal to everybody, from age seven to 77 and beyond. Drooling daddies, lascivious ladies, gross grannies, jerking juveniles... I'm sure they're all longing for some coitus uninterruptus with their wet dream dolly. I understand you can't service them all at once, but maybe they'll get a chance later on when they queue up? Not the next couple of months, though," he grinned.

Mentally undermined as she currently was, the Russian remained unusually silent for her temperament.

"Right, let's get back to business then," Rashid changed subject. He sensed that he had squeezed maximum enjoyment out of this particular little surprise.

"I have to remind you that this is the final day before your hand-over, so it is time to finalize your cleansing; a Prince doesn't tolerate the smallest of impurities."

"W-w-what? WHAT did you say?"

Instantly the fickle teen awakened out of her lethargy. What the fuck was that retarded ape talking about? "Finalize her cleansing?" Anna had been practically turned inside-out by the burkas, perfumed until there was barely oxygen left in the same room. Right now, she was probably the most immaculate girl in the world. Did this damn Prince have some kind of hosophobia?

"Ah! So you ARE awake after all?" Rashid chuckled. "I almost thought you fell asleep!"

Anna returned him a hateful glance.

It was good to see that this teen cockteaser was a fighter who didn't give in easily, he thought. After a blow, she was likely to flare up again for some more fun! Those were his favourites.

"I know what you think, and your confusion is understandable. Please allow me then, to explain a couple of things you might want to know."

Anna had indeed lots of questions left, but didn't exactly feel in the right mood for another lecture by Rashid. Which didn't bother him in the least, so he continued:

"It was the great Khalum of the first Prince, who declared 375 years ago: 'The best way to clean a girl, is to make her clean herself'. Yes, he was a very wise man indeed for his era. But what did he mean exactly with those words of wisdom?"

Rashid paused, as if he expected Anna to think about it, or at least have a go at a quick guess. When she didn't give any sign of opening her mouth to answer, he went on:

"I will tell you; even back then, hundreds of years ago, he understood that the only way to purify a girl's treasures from filthy stranger sperm and cum, would have to work in the other direction. If you just rub, poke, scrape and rinse out, you will clean to a certain degree. But at the same time some of the more persistent impure stuff will actually settle itself even *deeper* into the female anatomy."

Now Rashid was receiving some response from the soon-to-be-cleaned girl; he was satisfied to notice the start of disgust on her face. But there was also something else: recognition? Whatever, she was paying attention indeed!

"I'm sure a cum-magnet like you is all too familiar with that problem, isn't it?" he added mysteriously, playing into the signals he received. "Yes, even today these are very current issues, hahaha..."

Was the vile man just joking around, or did he know more? Or maybe he was just extrapolating the intelligence information they had gathered about her through the years?

"Yes, yes... I think we're on to something here, aren't we?"

Fact was, it was indeed not that long ago that the tennis teen had participated in intercourse, with all the associated mess. The very morning of her abduction, she had said goodbye to the local population the way she had done so often before: by seducing one (or more) of them. It was the usual routine: noticing the desire-filled stare in the eyes of two ball boys during a training, she got that sexual feeling over her again. And when she was in 'that mood', she often chose to indulge in it. Even more so when it gave her the opportunity to 'get to know' a different culture or race. The oldest was called 'Yussuf', she remembered. The younger listened to the name Brahim. They hadn't exactly 'resisted' her attempts to win them over. Because she barely had time for a quickie, Brahim had to be content with a blowjob while his buddy fucked her. But even in that short time, the two had dumped quite a bit of cum into her. Yes, she *was* familiar with the problem.

"The Khalum's answer to this interesting problem was inventive and ground-breaking, " Rashid interrupted her musings. "The idea was to use a girl's own natural fluids, to flush her cunt. Brilliant concept, and an example of out-of-the-box thinking only comparable to Einstein's new understanding of gravity!"

Anna's face looked unhappier and more shocked by the second. Rashid was doing again what he did best: insulting girls to the core.

"Now, mind you, this is not quite as simple as it sounds. In fact, the great first Khalum did not even live long enough to see his concept successfully at work. It was only after several more decades that the whole technique was fully optimized for practical use. The main problems to solve were the limited self-production of girl-cum in most females, and control over its release. Both issues are of course also related to the state of arousal, or *lack* of arousal, of the female subject. Since, as a general rule, they are not very willing participants, it is not an easy task to get them aroused, and *keep* them sufficiently aroused to produce the required amount of body fluid."

Anna's eyes were growing wider all the time, and sometimes it looked as if she finally was going to say a few words about her opinion in this matter. Whatever was on her mind, remained stuck for the moment, though.

"The first important hurdles were taken with the development and fine-tuning of the enhanced lubrication. If you will feel all physically aroused soon, even against your will, then it will be thanks to hundreds of tweaks and experiments on previous concubines. Experiments that weren't entirely without danger. We carry the unfortunate victims within our hearts, but today all is perfectly safe, also thanks to their sacrifice."

"You mean you... they...?" Anna stumbled.

"Sadly, they were no longer useful for the Harem and had to be released into the public again, " Rashid expanded. "But in many cases their later daughters compensated for the sad loss!"

It was an answer that somewhat comforted Anna, but immediately afterwards she felt nothing but disgust again.

"That as far as the lube is concerned, for now. I will provide more detailed information about it at the appropriate time. The other secret component, the sacred 'Ndai Ohlung' (='Purifier'), will now be presented by our friend here, Quam, who is the Master Cleaner of His Highness' harem."

The Indian servant had used Rashid's informative intermezzo to prepare everything, and now made a step forward. He held the mysterious 'Ndai Ohlung' in front of him as if he was presenting a Samurai sword to his master. As far as Anna could see, it was a tube about 30cm long, and some 7-10cm around at average. It came in a beige satin suite with strange, Arabic-looking signs on it.

Her mind was alternating between curiosity and concern when she watched how the 'Purifier' was deployed. As Quam unpacked it, a short hilt, coated with leather, appeared. The tube itself looked like polished ivory and had numerous tiny holes in it. It also was not straight, but had (intentional) bulges and bumps. The overall shape did not leave much to the imagination and gave Anna a pretty good idea already of how it was supposed to be used...

As if Rashid was reading Anna's inquiring mind, he continued providing the necessary 'background information' to the rest of the ceremony. Maybe even more fun than actually taking a more active part!

"The ivory Purifier was also there right from the beginning, be it in a slightly different form. The choice for ivory was mostly in essence symbolic, referring to the power of its original bearer, the mighty elephant. Since its hardness and workability are outstanding to begin with, there was no technological reason to change to another material over the years. In fact, Quam will use the same Purifier on you that has seen the insides of all your thousands of predecessors."

The Russian should have felt honoured perhaps, to take part in such a long-standing tradition, but felt quite miserable instead...

"The sacred inscriptions on the sheath have been written down by the Khalum of the first Sheik, 375 years ago! Consider them as a sort of magic spells that give the tool extra purifying power. But nowadays, we want to be on the safe side, and a few years ago already the 'Ndai Ohlung' has been modified with modern technology to perform optimally."

The young woman became increasingly worried when she watched Quam fit a little box and a small reservoir to the back and bottom of the Purifyer. A couple of wires came out of the box, and they had the same colour as the connectors on the big box that was mounted on her Wheel, between her legs.

Rashid continued: "Basically, the electrically powered unit at the end is connected to the battery on your Wheel, and used as a mini vacuum cleaner to create a - mild - vacuum. By the under-pressure inside the tube, every little drop of semen that has settled itself comfortably between the lovely folds of your vagina, and deeper, will be sucked away! Then His Highness will have a truly pure girl to make love to, as tradition requires!"

The evil smile on his mug during these last words was absolutely unbearable... And contrasted nicely with the horrified expression that had settled itself on Anna's face, once she fully realised what the tool was meant to do.

The idea that this devilish instrument would soon visit her insides was horrifying enough in itself. What made it even worse, was the potential total humiliation if it would turn out that Anna was a copybook case of the necessity of this tool. And that possibility was all too real! The oral part of her recent adventure with the two local ball boys probably hadn't left traces for the N'dai Ohlung, she thought. Unless there were some undocumented gateways between her digestive and reproductive systems... On the other hand, she had allowed Yussuf, the older one, to take her from behind, and she still remembered how his orgasm had been an unusually long one. So yes, it was a couple of days ago already. But Anna was by no means sure whether her body had absorbed all of Yussuf's ejaculate by now. Like a dog holds onto his bitch while mating, he had kept his (rather large) penis inside her until it had shrunk completely, injecting quite a bit of his sticky 'stuff' into her. There was no doubt he had delivered his offerings up to the last drop into her womb. A normal, untrained and looser girl would probably have leaked small amounts of semen the next couple of days... But Anna, in all her tightness, had kept it almost all inside. Who knows what they would find in there. She absolutely hated the idea that these madmen would delight in being right. It would be extra frustrating to listen to Rashid's "TOLD YOU SO"'s. No way she would hint them about all this, though!

"You guys are CRAZY! Fucking doctor Mengele-clones! BASTARDS," she screamed, starting to fight her bonds again. "Keep that evil toy away from me! You monsters are going to tear me up!!"

Quam seemed completely unaffected by Anna's screaming. Calmly and methodically, he continued his job while his 'subject' made a scene in the Wheel. He took one of two leather straps that came with the Purifier and put it around his waist. It was actually a belt, and it had a hole in it with a metal ring. It was obvious that the back of the Purifier was to be screwed onto it. As Anna had suspected right away, the 'Ndai Ohlung' was just an advanced strap-on. No woolly blabla in the world could change that.

Rashid still continued his educational mission:

"The Purifier is necessary to steer the arousal, and to dispose of the cum and impurities. But it is useless in the hands, or let’s say loins, of a layman. Only the Master Cleaner has the necessary skill and experience to balance on the fine line between under- and over stimulation. Only a master in the art can completely control the arousal of a girl, and maximize pleasure and the production of purifying vaginal fluids. The rate of girl-cum production should at all times be higher than the rate of release. That is, until the very last moment when, to speak in terms understandable for ordinary Americanized Russian girls like you, the 'cum-gun is fully loaded'. That's when the Big Shot needs to take place; the powerful ejaculation which thoroughly flushes all the pores. I can assure you that very few people have the talent to read and manipulate a girl's arousal to such degree as is required for proper cleaning. Fortunately, Quam is one of them."

Rashid made a pompous gesture to the assistant, who briefly bowed in response, before continuing further preparations.

He removed a metal plate (padded with velvet on one side, like all the foot supports) from its clamps on the side of the Wheel, and screwed it into a holder behind Anna. It made it impossible to arch her back.

"Quam will now use the second ceremonial belt to secure you."

With a stately gesture, the servant produced another leather strap. Anna remained remarkably calm and unaffected while he secured one end to the plate in her back, and then pulled it all around her, securing the other end to the same pin. With a few powerful pulls, he tightened it up, rendering her abdomen immobile.

Anna moaned; it generated quite a bit of pressure down there!

"I'm very sorry for any discomfort, but purification can really get a bit rough so I'm afraid this is necessary," Rashid explained.

It didn't feel really uncomfortable - yet -.

When she saw Quam fit the 'Purifier' onto his belt, and put copious amounts of the meticulously engineered lube onto it, Anna gulped. She gulped again when he groped through a bowl with magic lube with his right hand, and came her way... She considered protesting loudly, but thought the better of it; there was nothing she could do, and that devil of a Rashid would only enjoy it more if her humiliation and discomfort were more apparent.

"Think positive, Anna. Think positive!" she was telling herself. "At least they don't want to tear you up."

It almost worked, but then Quam got into action... His hand dropped between her spread thighs, and he started by affectionately massaging her intimate flesh into her pubic bone, careful to avoid over-stimulation via her jewel. Her soft flesh soon welcomed this agreeable stimulation of her blood circulation with a sensual swelling. Anna bit her lip, determined to remain silent at all cost. She would most definitely NOT grant them a forced orgasm!

As soon as the Master Cleaner's sensitive fingers confirmed the puffiness, he dipped them deeper into her, to methodically apply the lube to her vaginal walls. Time after time, again and again, he sank his fingers into the Russian's slit, letting them become engulfed by her embracing labia. Quam clearly knew his way in and around female genitalia! His touch was thorough, yet at the same time soft and warm. The Horseshoe jewel jumped up and down in the same steady rhythm. With every single rub he instigated more firmly into Anna's mind that her body was no longer only hers, and that he was preparing it for use by a third party. Did she really no longer control her own body? Had she become a tool of lust, a life-support system for her most interesting physical features? Every available piece of evidence indicated that the answer was 'YES!'. Anna couldn't avoid showing her teeth and hissing frustratingly at the awareness.

"You-you will pay for this, motherfuckers! Nggggr... " she could no longer resist the urge to repost.

"Such staggering ingratitude..." Rashid picked in. "You should be thankful, instead. Thankful that we offer you a chance to approach a level of purity again, which you haven't experienced since your early teens. A purity that was robbed from you by the likes of Fedorov and a bunch of other ice hockey players; I bet I'm not far off when I speculate that your cum-free days over the last six to seven years can easily be counted on the fingers of a typical carpenter!"

"S-stop talking l-like that! Mpff... "

Anna's cum-free days may indeed have been scarce, but that was none of their business!

As always, emotional reactions from his subjects didn't seem to make a difference for Quam, who just continued smearing the substance into Anna's pussy unaffected. Rashid on the other hand, couldn't suppress an evil chuckle before he continued:

"You will find this potion, prepared according to its secret ancient recipe, very interesting. It not only serves as a lubricant, but once it is partly absorbed by the sheath, it will also help the subject in reaching a state of supreme arousal. Normally, as common knowledge dictates, only the first third of your vagina is really sensitive. But due to the stimulating components, that is expanded considerably after this treatment. If you're one of the lucky girls, the enhanced awareness will go down all the way into your baby incubator. With a qualified expert like our friend here behind it, you will be blessed shortly with a couple of excellent orgasms. You are all set for some pretty intense couple of minutes, young lady, " he chuckled. "Allow me to be happy for you."

The long fingers of the servant kept sliding in and out of Anna meanwhile, only leaving her from time to time to collect some more greasy substance. With each re-entry, Quam seemed to go deeper, and find new unexplored corners. Thanks to the enhanced sensitivity, she was able to visualize his internal tour with millimetre-precision.

"Oh yes, the Harem would make ridiculous amounts of money if we would market this. Viagra, eat your heart out! Sadly, that idiot of a Prince and his relatives assign way too much value to tradition. But maybe one day someone with better leadership capabilities will take over, and give this Empire back some of the prestige it used to have, who knows?"

Anna was too occupied with the activities between her legs to wonder who this 'someone' could be. She felt deeply violated, as expected. But no matter how much she wanted to *hate* it, physically the whole experience was actually far from unpleasant. She bit her lip and couldn't hold back a first soft moan when the back of Quam's hand 'accidentally' brushed her clit into her Horseshoe.

"Once the potion becomes active, the girl's sanctuary will undergo a pleasant swelling. We call it (translated loosely), the 'Puffy State'. I have been told that this goes hand in hand with an ever intensifying internal pressure. Not unlike the pressure that builds up in a man's balls just before ejaculation! Only, the 'Puffy' state will last longer, MUCH longer than those measly five seconds."

And indeed, slowly but steadily, the potion took effect. The longer Quam kept rubbing it into Anna's private area, the more she became aware of a strange pressure build-up. Although he was still handling Anna exactly the same as before, the effects of his rubbing started to become much more intense now. As her meaty labia slowly absorbed the substance, there also was a gradual evolution in her reaction to the intimate manipulations. While she had at first desperately tried to escape from the Master Cleaner's invading hand, she now instead had to fight a primal urge to push her hips forward to meet his gently rubbing hand palm. Such was the level of lust that was climbing up between her thighs. Even though she was strapped to the metal plate in her back, subtle movements of her under body made Quam aware of the attitude change. She was falling prey to a subconscious force that cancelled her free will.

"S...sss...ssstop it!! I don't... Hmmm..."

She hated the idea of being forced into an orgasm in front of her captors, but the way it was *already* feeling down there didn't give her much hope. And already, she had given up resistance against spontaneous loud moaning.

Quam's deep rubbing exposed Anna's pink inner, by pushing her outer love pillows aside. They were the first to start tingling. With each manual invasion, they seemed to become more red as blood rushed towards them and made them swell up. For the tennis star herself, it started to feel as if they expanded and tried to burst out of her skin.

The pressure and heightened sensitivity then slowly began to crawl further up inside her, past her moistened lips. First conquering her inner petals before continuing deeper. Like a crystallization process, it proceeded until her entire vaginal area felt like a beating heart. The neat aspect about all this, was that in reality her pussy actually became more supple and flexible. The feelings of tension were subjective. The sensual swelling was clearly visible but didn't tighten her up in a way that would hamper penetration.

And that would come in handy very soon...

The Indian handler still maintained his efforts. He kept poking inside her, and let his fingers go around in circles a few times to cover up to the last square millimetre. Every single touch felt like a sensual massage by now, and Anna was starting to have trouble to keep her mind clear. Her breathing became increasingly agitated, her heartbeat irregular and fast, her face crimson with pearls of sweat streaming down her forehead. She could no longer suppress an unmistaken sexual look in her eyes. It was clear that her body was coming in heat, even against her own will.

Quam picked up the signal; after a final manual control of the state of his subject's genitals, he stepped back. Perhaps surprisingly, he didn't look completely happy (this while in a layman's perception, Anna must have looked in a highly optimized and fuckable state). He turned to Rashid, and the two men had a short discussion, after which the handler wiped off his hands and left the room.

It gave the bound Russian a couple of seconds to recover from the intense treatment, and line up her thoughts properly. She tried hard to lift her mind above the primal feelings of lust that flooded it. Soon, she got that uneasy feeling again. Alone with Rashid once more... Would that vile pasha use this new opportunity to paint outside the lines of his authority?

It looked very much like it: menacingly he approached her again. This time she simply didn't have the energy left to fight her bonds, and merely stoical she awaited her fate, in total vulnerability.

"Quam is such a perfectionist, don't you agree? But then, that's why he became the Master Cleaner in the first place. You should feel really honoured that the Prince assigned him to you."

"Wha-what is he up t-to," Anna stammered out.

"Based on his rich experience in the art of Purification, and his eye readings, he is firmly of the opinion that you will probably not produce sufficient girl-cum if he proceeds like this, without something extra."

"B-bastards! Stop t-talking about m-me like I'm some c-cow that needs to be m-milked," Anna hissed, becoming more combative again.

"Hahaha... We don't have cows here, my dear. Camels, on the other hand. Did you know they can also be a great source of pleasure, just like you? Maybe I'll tell you a bit more about that local tradition later on. Anyway, Quam told me you aren't much of a gusher by nature, and additional stimulation is needed. Don't worry; that can be arranged without problems.

"Not another perverted toy?" Desperation started to sound through Anna's voice.

"You will see, and feel, soon enough. Allow me, again, not to spoil the surprise. But I am confident Quam will call in whatever means necessary to squeeze the last drop out of you, hahaha..."

Anna's breath halted; all the time, Rashid had been standing inches from her, with arms crossed and his hands inside the sleeves of his heavy robe. But now he freed his right hand, clearly planning to continue where he left off before Quam interrupted his explorations.

"L-Leave m-me alone!" she stuttered. "The Prince is who I belong to, n-not you!"

Rashid almost choked laughing.

"Haha... the Prince? Allow me to be skeptical about your sudden 'coupe de foudre', darling. You may be capricious, like all spoiled rich teenagers, but there are limits."

Once more, the pasha was right on: it was not that she had come to peace already with the idea of being the Prince's property. It just sounded like a useful excuse right now, to fence off the most immediate danger she had to deal with.

"And now that we are alone, I'll be blunt: that idiot really isn't worth it. You should think twice before engaging yourself blindly. He was born out of the right woman, and that's about it. Without that, I'd rather situate him in a sheltered workplace instead of a palace, haha... Stupid royal!"

Was the man genuine or did he just enjoy insulting *everybody*, including his royals?

"When his old man, the sultan, dies, that moron will inherit the throne and title. And you, in turn, will become a sul-tanned sun-tanned, hahaha. You, rather than me, to be honest!"

It somewhat disillusioned Anna. She had imagined the Prince as some kind of rude Rudolph Valentino thus far. Most certainly an old-fashioned man, somewhat evil and authoritarian maybe. But possibly not too bad looking, and with a mysterious look in the piercing desert-eyes under his cape. Now the picture in her mind started to become less favourable... And joking or not, she saw Rashid’s air of loyalty evaporate right in front of her eyes. It made him that fraction more despicable, if that was possible at all.

"I repeat: that bastard of an Uday has excellent taste, though. You have to give him that much!" Rashid continued. "Apparently taste does not depend on brain volume."

His hand moved up and once more he cupped Anna's left breast. It was so hard to leave them alone; they really asked for it! He started squeezing the supple flesh, trying to harden her nipple even more than Quam's treatment had managed indirectly.

"Hands off me, you APE!" she spat at him.

Rashid was not impressed.

"What's the matter? You *really* think only the Prince is worthy to touch you, eh? Am I not in your class, maybe?"

He certainly wasn't, Anna thought. But maybe it was not the right moment to rub that further into his face.

"You will have to get used to being touched, sweetheart; whereever we see fit and whenever we see fit. And until you undergo that without protest, it will have to happen while you are a little bit 'restricted.' Makes it all a bit easier, and easier to reach as well. I can already add that we could and WILL be much closer still. And much sooner than you would expect!"

His hands continued their teasing trip over her naked torso.

"Depending on your performance, that stupid Uday will eventually have enough of you. Remember the 'cooky'metaphor? Then you will be exchanged for a fresher girl, and another second hand harem wife gets released into the public domain. EXCEPT when some of the closer confidants wish to buy them out, that is." Rashid sniggered while he casually tinkered with her tits a little more. "There are even roadmaps possible to speed this up a little. You could be all mine in a matter of weeks! Isn't that quite something to look forward to?"

Anna's face left no doubt that the anticipation was not mutual.

"But, enough speculation about the future," the pasha continued. "The 'here and now' is also important. I always say to myself: 'Carpe Diem, Rashid!' It is time for some entertaining action. If I'm not mistaken, we didn't properly finish our 'bound date' last time."

His eye had fallen on the Purifier, left behind by Quam on the desk, carefully resheated in its ceremonial casing. He stared at it, just long enough so Anna got the message, and walked towards the desk. With total disrespect for hundreds of years of tradition, and disregarding a long list of meticulously fine-tuned procedures, the sexually frustrated madman grabbed the phallus and came back towards her.

Anna crumbled. She didn't like that long, hard object in the hands of Rashid!

"What about some foreplay? A little trio between you, the Purifier and me?"

He let the ancient symbol roll in his hand. Performing certain actions on the guests was sweet, but stirring them up by hinting what was around the corner, was half the fun! He slowly dropped his eyes to the Russian's under body and ostentatiously licked his lips.

"My oh my... Doesn't that look much neater already down there! It flatters me to see how much my pleasing appearance arouses our sweet little slave, it really does." He smiled at her.

It wasn't exactly lust after Rashid that was responsible for Anna's swollen and leaking pussy; but it was a strong signal that was easy to misinterprete...

"Oh dear!" He joked. "You may not be a gusher yet, but that nevertheless looks quite moist and warm already in there. I'm sure it's not *all* lube. You know what I think? I think our girl is up and ready to fuck. You want to fuck, isn't it? Your whole body shouts it out!"

Anna started to get really tense. She hated her body doing the talking, especially when it had a mind of its own. She most certainly DIDN'T want any sort of sexual contact with that creep!

"Unfortunately it's not the right moment for me to exchange juices with you right now, no matter how much you long for it. But tell you what: I also hate to see that body of yours crave for some attention; so why not give it something to chew on?"

He smiled into her face and waved with the Purifier.

"I'll tell you how it works: first, I'll open you up by spreading those lovely swollen cuntlips. Maybe arrange things in there a bit to make some room. Then, I will push my friend here up your teen cunt until it hits bottom. I'm sure that will be a lot of fun already."

Frozen in fear, Anna stared at him. Her eyes widened and resembled big platters filled with dismay. Rashid loved it! He moved his face almost nose-to-nose with the rapidly breathing girl and got into higher gear:

"And then, let's see... Then I will pull the thing out again somewhat. The flesh of your swollen vaginal walls will be exposed, dragged out and tightly stretched around this thick, hard and bumpy ivory shaft. And what else will be sticking out there? Oh yes... that hard nub, crowned with our beloved Horseshoe! I'm sure you can already imagine how stimulating it will be when I massage it into your tender flesh."

Anna's stomach turned around... This guy truly was a repugnant creep of the worst kind!. She needed a deus ex machina, an 'ace' to remain in her jargon, and she needed it NOW!

"Ok, so that was the storyboard. Let us now put it into prac- ... UUUuuhhmpfff!"

Rashid couldn't finish his sentence, as his body folded double and crashed to the ground. Whining plaintively, he rolled over the floor, holding his crotch with his hands.

Anna had hit him hard, precisely in the nuts, with a well-planted kick of that most lovely and delicate right foot of hers! It was purely on instinct. Apparently, the guards hadn't done a very good job on the Velcros that held her right leg. Because of all her squirming, they had loosened, allowing her to aim her bare foot right between the open sleeves of Rashid’s gown. She had even tried to hit him a second time, from behind, after he had collapsed, but had missed by a couple of centimetres. Now she laughed nervously, between laboured breaths, at the pasha who was writhing in pain at her feet.

"Aaaahh... Aaargh..."

It was such a joy for the Russian to watch her tormentor crawl and struggle for breath! Witnessing his pain was the sweetest thing she could imagine right now. Every wrinkle of agony and physical discomfort on the devil's face was a source of intense pleasure. That would show him! She had him real good. With her sensitive toes, she had felt every detail of how his balls had crushed into his erected dick. She kept replaying that awesome feeling. Oh yes, she had him REAL good!!

The pasha, still grounded and grunting, certainly wouldn't disagree with her. He sounded like an animal that was having its throat cut.

Soon though, Anna's malicious pleasure was replaced by a growing understanding that this could well turn out to be a mere Pyrrhic victory. One pair of Velcros might have been loose, the other three showed no sign of weakness, no matter how she intensified her struggling. And already Rashid had managed to stand up again. Kicks like these are only useful if a girl can *run*. And let that be exactly what Anna *couldn't* right now...

"H-holy shit, Murzik, w-what were you thinking??"

Still producing heavy puffing sounds, and unable to stand fully upright as yet, the pasha grabbed the Purifier from the floor.

The way how he clamped the ivory tool with his fist, knuckles turning white, scared the hell out of Anna; this madman looked totally out of control, now!

"Stupid blonde whore," he panted. "You- you're going to re- regret that kick for the rest of your life, cunt! And- and about the only positive thing in it, for you, is... is that that life will be much shorter than you ever- ever imagined. You're living dead meat, bitch!"

If his intentions were as bad as his language, Anna was in big trouble...

Step by difficult step the pasha approached, clearly determined to damage the helpless Russian as severely as possible. Anna started kicking her free leg in an attempt to intimidate the psycho. But without the element of surprise, the leg was much less of a weapon. The situation looked dramatically dire.

- KNOCK KNOCK -

Anna uttered a breath of relief; it sounded like Quam had returned and knocked on the door to get in. Another one of his just-in-time deliveries. She would never have thought she would ever welcome the Master Cleaner back!

(9) "FLUSHING THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH"

Rashid was indeed stopped in his tracks by the knocking on the door. The pain in his face was joined by an expression of great annoyance. Not - again - interrupted exactly when it mattered most? A hesitation got into his step, but he decided to ignore the visitors. Maybe it wasn't Quam, and they would just leave? Didn't they notice the 'Purification in Progress' sign on the door?

- KNOCK KNOCK -

Apparently not...

The man cursed, looked like he wasn't sure what to do for a second, then hastily returned the 'Ndai Ohlung' to its wooden case and took his usual observing position. Anna relaxed somewhat again. She had escaped Rashid's wrath for the time being.

- KNOCK KNO...

"ENTER!"

The command interrupted a third series of knocks; as the door opened, it was indeed Quam who came inside. He was joined by a colleague this time.

The new man fit better into the general population of Al-Qae-Traz: he was a full head taller than the Master Cleaner, stronger and more of the African type. His bald head made him look a bit like a dark version of 'Mr. Proper'. A short was all he was wearing, revealing his impressive muscled chest, and around his waist Anna already noticed a leather belt with the characteristic hole in it. It was smaller than the hole in Quam's belt, though. The two men were engaged in an animated discussion about four variably sized ivory sticks the newcomer was holding in his hands. Apparently, they had a difference of opinion about which was the most appropriate tool in this particular case of purification.

There wasn't much mysterious about the purpose of the new sticks. Anna knew she had *two* holes down there. The Harem Jewel stung again...

After a couple of seconds of intense argumentation, Quam used his authority as Master Cleaner to cut the knot. With a determined voice, he ended the argument and opted for the largest stick. It was rather funny how the biggest and strongest of the two pulled the shortest straw, Anna thought. But the Harem had a very strict hierarchy, so once the Master Cleaner had spoken, an assistant knew what he was up to: shut up, and comply! He put the three smallest ivory dildos back into their holders on the side of the belt, and proceeded to screw the biggest one into its slot at the front.

Only now, with the technicality issue out of the way, Quam had an eye for his subject again. When his gaze met Anna's dangling free leg, it was all hands on deck!

"Gandayi!! Gandayi!!"

As if a well-trained disaster plan came into action, he immediately shouted commands to his big assistant. No matter how insignificant the risk actually was, the two men rushed towards the Wheel to neutralize the danger. (it has to be understood that to a perfectionist craftsman like Quam, this carelessness of the Purification team was nothing short of a blemish!)

"Rhhaaaaaaahhh!! Don't touch me, lousy ape men!"

The Russian started kicking her free leg at them like mad. As if she understood that these could well be her last moments of partial freedom of movement for quite some time. And wasn't she obliged to herself to fight to her absolute best abilities?

"You better watch your balls, sickos!! Don't even think about getting near. Whaaaa!"

Despite the decibels, it was all to little avail, obviously. After no more than a couple of clumsy back- and forward leg swings, Mr. Proper caught Anna's bare foot so Quam could nicely Velcro the leg back to the foot support. She could curse as much as she wanted. They did remove the Velcros at her knees, though, for some as-yet unclear reason. Nevertheless, Anna's little intermezzo of uproar ended within minutes, and she returned to her state of 100% helplessness.

It also shut her dirty mouth down for the moment.

With the situation back under control, the Purification process was promptly resumed. Quam proceeded by attaching the 'Ndai Ohlung' to his belt, the bald man lubed up his mini-dildo... and Anna noticed how Rashidís pain-filled facial expression had given way to a broad smile again.

And he was chuckling to himself, indeed! On one hand, he felt frustrated that he didn't get the opportunity to pay Anna back right here and now. But on the other hand, he found great joy in what was about to happen. He decided to share it with the Russian.

"Yes, my pretty Russian teen cunt... It pleases me that Quam has opted for the Anal Assistant. For your information: that is one of the more entertaining options to provide additional stimulation to the purificant (=the to-be-purified female). It is based on the infallible principle of antagonism. A force working via the front, needs a proper counter-force working from behind, haha... I suspect that tight little bum of yours probably was *the* deciding factor when Quam evaluated the different options available to him. Considering it allows extra-deep penetration from behind, not hindered by any piled up fat."

None of that was really new or unexpected for the Russian. But the way Rashid explained it, made her more aware still. Her pout pronounced and gave her a distinctively disturbed look.

"Haha... Excellent, excellent! Yes, I would be unhappy, too, if I were you. Set your emotions free, young lady; haha..."

The big man had now moved around Anna, loosened the belt around her under body, and unmounted the metal plate behind her. Almost unconsciously, Anna responded by arching her back to stretch the cramped muscles. She had been restricted for so long, and her tennis injury didn't make it any easier. She wiggled her ass somewhat to loosen things up in her lower back, and it felt real good. The next moment though, that all changed - drastically -!!!

"Hey...what?"

'Mr. Proper' had stepped up to one of the extra pairs of foot-supports (finally revealing their purpose), and with a firm grip he took Anna's love handles in his paws.

"Stop that right n..."

One second, she could feel a hard tip press against her butt hole. The next, the big man pulled her under body into his lap with great force.

"AAAAaaahhh!"

The Russian screamed at the top of her lungs as her new ivory companion was slowly forced into her ass. The soft flesh of her backdoor was pushed aside wrinkle by wrinkle to give room to the dildo. It caused a rather uncomfortable internal pressure that made her gasp, making her seek relief in a flee forward. Not that there actually was much choice involved; the man in her back bulldozed into her with all the available power in his hips, such that there was really just one way to go. He obviously didn't care much for her comfort, to Rashid’s great delight!

"Yes, yes!! Nail her, my friend, nail her, hahaha!"

Velcro-ed tightly at the wrists, elbows and ankles, Anna's back arched and her muscles were stretched painfully as the tyrant upheld his push. A painful grimace settled on her face.

"Ooooouch! Oh-oh, stop it!!"

Bit by bit, her hips were pushed further out. And with growing horror, the Russian felt her pussy blossom. The mystery of the untied knees was revealed... By the forward and slightly upward pressure it allowed, her thighs were forced apart and exposed her femininity in its full glory. The Russian teen's sweet cunt lips opened in slow motion for all to enjoy. After a couple of seconds of maximum pressure, the first 10 cm of the stick were firmly planted into her. Her butt hole rider kept bearing down on her though. Through all her pain, Anna wondered why, until she could feel her anus slowly being stretched just that little bit wider still! The backdoor dildo had a small conical section near the hilt, much like the 'knot' in the penis of a dog. When pushed beyond it, everything would be sealed off nicely. There she had the answer to her question 'why'... Each and every tool used in the Harem had been optimized for its purpose, through more than two centuries of experience. And the well-trained staff used them to their full potential!

The Russian uttered a loud shriek when her sphincter finally swallowed the bulge, and closed behind it.

At last Mr. Proper relaxed. Now he let go of her love handles, repositioned his hands to the top of the Wheel and made a couple of quick forward/backwards swings hanging there. His partner in swing didn't exactly like it, but it confirmed that Anna's bum was tightly knit to the ass-istant: her bottom didn't lose contact with his lap for even a second! Perfectly plugged indeed. After that little test, he drove into her back to open her up again.

Another loud grunt illustrated Anna's discomfort. She wasn't a virgin back there anymore, but it wasn't exactly routine, either!

Rashid laughed wickedly, and Quam, who was standing right in front of the Wheel between Anna's legs, nodded in satisfaction. Now that she was stretched like a string, she was fully accessible again to enter via the front door.

The Purifier was proudly pointing forward between his hips, and the Indian handler now connected it to the battery on the Wheel, and pressed a button. He mumbled satisfied when the streamlined tool buzzed cheerfully. Actually, it sounded more like someone was vacuum-cleaning a room a bit further down the hallway, Anna thought. She had never had one of those vacuums up her cunt(admittedly, mostly due to lack of time to explore that kinky fantasy in depth). So how would it *feel*?? Well, not that her opinion in this would matter...

Quam played around a little with a regulator, which he could use to optimize the power of the suction. Then, the Purifier was turned off for the moment, and with one hand he applied some more lube to it. He turned his attention to his subject again, cupping her protruding sex with his free hand. Anna couldn't suppress a soft moan as Quam traced the contours of her vaginal anatomy with his fingertip. Everything was so super sensitive now that most of the potion had been absorbed! Visually, everything looked more than OK down there. Her teen vulva had blossomed into a true orchid of lust! It would have been the perfect schoolbook illustration: completely folded open, and each feature clearly recognisable and beautifully pronounced. Very moist, also.

Anna, who had cooled down somewhat again, clearly didn't fancy the palpating...

Rashid was standing right behind the Master Cleaner, in all likeliness disrespecting the mandatory minimum distance, and rose to the tips of his toes to look over his shoulder. For *no* money in the world would he like to miss this debasing spectacle!

The cleaner now placed his thumb over the top of Anna's wet slit, and started rubbing lightly.

"Grrrrr... G-get your h-hand off meeee! STOP IT! Hmmm!"

The unhappy girl growled in frustration, and tried to manoeuvre out of the way as she felt the thick finger wriggle inside and stimulate countless nerve endings, already made more receptive by the potion. Mr. Proper responded by slightly increasing the pressure from behind to correct her. Quam, in turn, stepped up the teasing to a maddening level by rapidly flipping his thumbnail over and under the Russian's clithood. The Horseshoe danced up and down and sparkled like a disco glitter ball. Soon, his thumb glistened in a mixture of lube and female jizm. He rubbed the juice-coated thumb against his index finger and concluded that the production was upto speed. All was ready now!

On Quam's command, his assistant straightened up such that their play toy was able to relax somewhat in her bonds again. Once she was parallel to the Wheel, he approached until he was able to position the pointy tip of the Purifier just about against her pussy. Anna was breathing so heavy by all the intense stimulation, that her puffy lips slid over the head all on their own. Quam lifted his right foot onto the foot-support, and as soon as the tip was positioned optimally he followed with the other foot. Assisted by the copious lubrication, the hard tool smoothly slid up- and inwards.

Anna gasped as she was progressively stuffed with ivory.

It was a trip in several stages: every five seconds, Quam paused to let the swollen inner body of his subject dilate and arrange itself around the girth, then pushed a little deeper. All the while, he had his eyes locked to Anna's. Eyes which told him with every short blink that the perforated teen was counting the bumps on the Purifier as they passed her entrance... A first confirmation that the increased sensitivity had reached the desired level! Soon, the Purifier reached Middle-Anna, the hilt coming to rest against her clit with a special protrusion. Everything fit nicely. It *always* fit. The potion made sure of that, Quam knew.

Anna had a bewildered look in her wide open eyes. The feeling she had could best be described as... 'utterly conquered'. Every cubic cm of her passages was taken up, and on top of that her sensitive clit was put under pressure. She felt like exploding, wanted to flail her arms wildly to vent the intense sensations that came over her. But the tennis-star was mercilessly bound and her sweat-soaked body was tightly sandwiched between the two men. Quam in particular seemed to love close contact with her damp skin, pressing himself tightly against her body. He could feel her every heartbeat, and each of her heavy pants pushed her perky tits into his chest. Not that he had special feelings for Anna. Quam didn't have any special feelings for females in general; but being constantly 'in touch' was another prerequisite to efficiently monitor her state of arousal.

He was such a perfectionist...

Now that every piece of purification equipment was in place, the Master Cleaner started his job; with supple shakes of his loins, he smoothly guided the hard white phallus in and out of the girl's vagina. In and out, in and out, in and out... A brutal ballet of love, in a sensual rhythm like no Western man could possibly provide. With each thrust, the bumpy surface was getting visibly slicker. In and out, in and out, in and out...

"Ohw... Aaah... Ooooooh!"

While Quam kept fucking her femininity really deep, Anna moaned loudly and let her eyebrows produce a variety of frowns, including expressions of disturbance, detachment and delightedness. Overall, her face looked much like in those on-court pictures of when she was producing a powerful serve, but then stretched out for minutes instead of mere seconds... With the help of the secret potion, her teen pussy was set on fire to its deepest depths.

"M-mercy... please! Ooh..." she stumbled, in vain as always at Al-Qae-Traz. It had absolutely no effect whatsowever on the steady pumping rhythm maintained by the Cleaner. With each powerful penetration, he lifted her up against the Velcros.

At its deepest point of insertion, the Purifier teamed up with the anal dildo on the other side of the fleshy separation between them, maximizing the stimulating effects. The huge black assistant wearing the auxiliary tool was more than a dead counter-weight, as well. He coordinated perfectly with his boss, increasing or decreasing the counter-pressure as needed. While he used the ivory phallus to fuck Anna's genitals, Quam's piercing dark eyes fucked her female mind. He kept them locked to hers, and they saw right through these two deep dark pools of hatred and disgust, reading every little movement the Purifier made inside her. Reading that with every penetration, the fundamentals of serving as a simple sex contraption were imprinted a little further into the pretty head of the young Russian.

After the first couple of minutes of intense fucking, Quam decided to call in the suction function. He operated a switch to turn on the vacuum, and expertly handled the modulator to periodically suck the perforated ivory shell to Anna's vaginal walls. The experienced Indian used it to chop-up his penetrations and withdrawals. Sucked tightly, it would drag out her flesh upon withdrawing. While with the button released, it allowed for a smooth full reentry. In - SUCK, out - SUCK, in - SUCK, out - SUCK, in - SUCK, out - SUCK... Short, soft sucking sounds emanated from between the girl's thighs.

"Aaahh... S-stop t-this. Sssstop it!"

Anna gritted her teeth and grunted. She hated the vaginal mashing from the bottom of her heart, but got totally turned on anyway! After several minutes of fierce fucking, she was getting pretty light-headed indeed. She balled her fists in the Velcros and mumbled something unintelligible... Quam smiled; their subject was entering the 'Speaking in Tongues' stage. Progress was being made!

In and out, in and out - SUCK. In and out, in and out - SUCK... There seemed to come no end to the penetrations. By masterfully targeting the suction of the tool, Quam kept optimizing the stimulation of every cum-producing organ in the vicinity of his body-extension. His eye-dildo coordination was truly unparalleled, and didn't miss its effect! A mixture of powerful hormones was steadily released into the girl's bloodstream and took command over her physical and emotional state. Anna had lost all memories about the minutes in her life that she *wasn't* fucked, by now. Did it ever start, or had her life always existed of endless penetration? She had more and more trouble to keep her eyes open and focussed, and her mind slowly drifted off to elsewhere...

One moment, she was sitting in her dentist's chair, listening to the sucking sounds of the small pump that drained her saliva. A second later, she imagined how it were Shaq and Wilson who were double-teaming her all over again, in a replay of the Shaq Mobile adventure. Only difference being that everything inside her was smaller (but harder) this time.

"Uuugh!"

The pretty teen was forced out of her short daydream and grunted, when Quam slightly twisted her left nipple. The Indian took her jaw in his hand and made her face him again. All the while, he kept up the insanitizing dance on the limits of bearable stimulation. In and out, in and out, - SUCK - , in and out, in and out ...

Rather soon, Anna's eyelids shut down momentarily once more.

"Ahw!"

Another painful correction followed...

The incident repeated itself a number of times. Anna just found it extremely hard to keep her concentration. The Master Cleaner decided that this was becoming too much of a nuisance. It was absolutely necessary that he accurately followed up the size of her pupils, in order to prevent her from going over the edge prematurely. Her attention lapses significantly hampered the procedure so it was time to call in another option: he detached an electrode, which he had wired to a small box on the Wheel, and taped it to Anna's left nipple. Since this box was next to the modulator of the vacuum, he could keep his right hand on it now, while still being able to immediately correct her when necessary.

The next time Anna drifted off, a soft buzz sounded, and with a short 'shriek' he got her back to the lesson.

"Eyes no close. Eyes no close!"

The Russian still tried to shut out reality, but again the buzzer resounded and shot a mild voltage through her nipple.

"Uuuughh..."

"Open eyes. Yes, open!"

At last Anna got the message: the Purification could definitely only be executed properly when the subject was in constant eye contact with the Master Purifier.

The eyes of a girl were a rich source of essential information. At the moment, for instance, Anna's Bambi eyes were expressing the desire to castrate and skin these men alive. That much would be instantly obvious to even the non-initiated. With the right experience, there was so much more to be discovered on deeper levels, though. The precise status of her arousal, feelings of guilt and hidden signs of desperation. It was all down there for those with the proper training and expertise. And expertise, Quam had in abundance.

All the while, the relentless fucking continued, slowly working towards the desired climax. In and out, in and out, in and out... Through all the unbearable unwanted pleasure, Anna felt that *something* exceptional was happening inside her body, but she couldn't accurately place it. She was not familiar yet with this feeling; the feeling of sexual secretions piling up 'en masse'.

"Uhm...Aaaaah..." she kept wailing exciting little screams, her face contorted into an almost unrecognisable mask.

Even under these difficult circumstances, the Master Cleaner had noticed that her pupils had dilated markedly over the last half a minute or so. He recognised the signals for what they were, and intensified his actions. His multitask brain (another of his feminine qualities) went into overdrive to coordinate the multitude of ongoing operations. Shouting precise instructions to Mr. Proper, maintaining the optimal fuck rhythm, using the protrusion on the Purifier to gently massage his subject's clit into her pubic bone... No wonder he was starting to look a little tense, himself! Air traffic control was for sissies, compared to this. A Cleaner could at most execute one Purification per week.

The satisfied smile on his face showed that all was going as desired in this week's assignment, though. As planned and required, their expert treatment was reaching downright *insanitizing* levels by now. Anna was rapidly approaching delirium, and somehow expected to hear a loud 'pooof' sound of her clit exploding any moment now! The teen's head was as red as a beet, and the muscles in her body were contracting chaotically. , not in the last place her love-muscle! Boosted by the almost infinitely stretched near-orgasm ,her pussy was desperately trying to squeeze cum out of the Purifier. After yet another powerful penetration, she finally gurgled and showed the whites of her eyes as they turned away.

"Nchhhh..."

A deep howl escaped from her mouth as her double-pinned body convulsed repeatedly and rubbed against the sweathy torsos of her manipulators. While she was going through arguably the most violent orgasm of her life, the Master Cleaner increased his tempo yet again and put the suction on maximum. Anna's reproductive anatomy stretched and relaxed nicely in unison with his energetic moves, and was pushed over the edge at last! She screamed out her horrible delight while every gland in her lower hemisphere contracted and ejaculated its contents, accumulated over more than half an hour of unbearable teasing, all at once. She gushed and gushed her Russian teen cum over the perforated tool while it was continuously rammed into her in a festival of wet slapping sounds. Finally, Quam ended the Purification with two deep penetrations, each followed by a very slow 'maximum suck' withdrawal. His thumb flipped rapidly over the 'suck' button.

SHLOH-SHLOH-SHLOH-SHLOH...

With a loud slurping sound, the rich mixture of girl-juice, lube and traces of Yussuf's Arabian ball-boy cum disappeared into the Purifier's reservoir. The milky white liquid could clearly be seen dripping down the semi-transparant insides of the box.

Quam now withdrew the Purifier completely, with the suction still active. With a loud 'PLOP' it set itself free from Anna's extruded and extended pussy lips. As in slow motion, the fleshy flaps closed again and her pussy gradually retook its natural shape. The Purrifier stopped buzzing as Quam turned it off.

Before stepping down from the foot supports, he first embraced and held Anna tightly such that Mr. Proper could also work his way out. After some struggling, the anal dildo also popped out of the Russian's ass. No doubt it would have elicited another expressive shriek from her, if she wouldn't have been so totally *gone*.

The two now stepped away from the Wheel and undid their belts. Quam shaked hands with his assistant, congratulating him for the successful cooperation. He proceeded by unmounting the reservoir from the Purifier and handing it to Rashid.

The pasha smiled at the compact liquid-filled container in his hand, approached the exhausted Russian again, and lifted her chin.

"That is quite a nice harvest, sweetheart! I told you it was worth it, and necessary, didn't I?" he grinned. "I can already tell you that you will undergo this procedure regularly during the weeks, months and, who knows, years of your stay. In addition, you can expect occasional anal sampling as well. The results of which will be analysed in the laboratories."

"Uh-uhhuh?" Anna st-uttered.

"The dry feeling will gradually subside, and tomorrow you will be as juicy as ever again." Rashid responded to the un-asked question. "Also because the potion will still have some after-effect."

He paused a second, then added, in a somewhat disappointed tone:

"Even the most insignificant DNA-traces can be detected and identified in the laboratories; combine this with the total absence of condoms in this institute, and the mandatory registration in the genetic database, and I'm sure you understand why I haven't shown you my affection as yet. Yes, the Prince is quite the Paranoid Android."

It all went pretty much past Anna Kournikova; she was completely spent, a wrenched out towel residing in a parallel universe of lust, and couldn't care less.

Not yet.

(10) "ESCAPE FROM AL-QAE-TRAZ"

"Ngggggchrrchrchlll..."

The guard rattled and generally sounded like he could die any moment. But Anna didn't release her grip and kept pulling the waistband of her bikini-bottom into his throat with all the force in her tennis-arms.

She had jumped at him while he had entered with her last evening-meal before the Great Meeting. Since he was carrying the plate, and since he was all alone (Anna couldn't believe her luck!), he hadn't had a chance to react adequately.  The Russian had attacked him in the back and given him a serious kick to start. But that was not enough, so now some additional strangling was needed to render him unconscious. This was not the moment to release her grip. She could do without someone running around and screaming that she had escaped!

"Chchchchrrrr..."

"Argh! Pass out, damn it!! Just give it up and go to sleep," Anna almost pleaded.

This was more something for Marines. It looks so easy in movies...

A surge of adrenalin had helped her to initiate the attack, but now that the whole action took longer than expected, she was starting to shake all over. This was completely against her nature! And sitting naked from the waist down on the man's back, clamping his torso with her thighs to immobilize him, was far from pleasant. And that's quite an understatement for practically rubbing him with her exposed pussy (she needed the ripped bottom for the strangling!). As her bare slit moved over his back, the Harem Jewel left behind reddish scars. Anna was in control, but it shouldn't take much longer or she would break down.

After seconds that seemed to last hours, the man finally no longer made a sound and Anna released the waistband.

"I just hope I didn't kill him..." She thought by herself.

These black men were merely walk-ons, doing their duty and nothing more. It was in the first place the evil pasha who she hated and feared so much. It was Rashid who had driven her to these extremes, who had let her feel that she was no longer safe. Odd that she thought about it that way, 'safe'. But indeed, if you left the pasha out of the equation, she had never actually feared for her life, because she figured she was simply too valuable to the Prince. Even though she had never met him thus far, it was apparent in so many things. She was his most expensive and exclusive toy. Uday's Toy. You don't break your favourite toy! Not your OWN toy.

But she had ignited the hatred of his right-hand, Rashid, an unscrupulous individual with a hidden agenda who had it in for her. He wouldn't leave a stone unturned to take revenge for her impulsive kick in his family jewels. He was the kind of guy who loved to borrow, then break other people's toys. Just out of jealousy. Having heard and seen the rage in his evil eyes and his voice, Anna dared not imagine what tortures, REAL tortures this time, he had in store for her. She shuddered at the idea! And it was this primal fear that had pushed her to forget her peaceful self for the moment. Her life, or at least her health, was at stake. Survival instinct will always get the upper hand, in the end.

"They forced you to do this, Anna. No need to feel guilty!"

Still sitting on top of the guard, she held her breath and listened carefully. The only sound she could hear was the faint breathing of the man she had just knocked out. It was almost a miracle that all the rumble during their fight hadn't alarmed anyone through the open door. But then, she could really use a bit of good fortune for once!

Hastily, she turned the servant on his back. With the knife of her cutlery, which had fallen on the floor together with the other contents of the plate, she cut some slivers from his uniform and used them to bind his hands and legs. She also managed to put together a functional gag to mute the sucker when he would regain consciousness.

Anna raised to her feet, looked at her package and couldn't suppress a feeling of pride.

"Not bad for a first, Murzik!"

Next, she took the guard's keys and dragged him to the bedroom, putting him behind the bed. He would have to make a lot of noise to catch somebody’s attention, now. Returning, she locked the door behind her, beginning her one-in-a-million attempt to escape out of this nuthouse. Her heart bounced in her throat.

One-in-a-million wasn't much. But still infinitely better than waiting for Rashid’s next move.

What had certainly also helped her taking this step, was the really bad night she had experienced after the Purification. The nightmare had been a strange blend between 'Ali Baba and the 40 Thieves', and her recent experiences at Al-Qae-Traz. Featuring the vile Rashid and 40 clones of Tarek, fucking her for days on end in every available orifice, until her poor body couldn't possibly hold any more cum. A nightmare so cruel, that, to her own astonishment, Anna had felt relief when waking up and finding out that she was still at Uday's. She had never been much into predictive dreams, but somehow this one didn't look all that implausible!

No, it was time to leave for sure... She had to create an opportunity for herself and finish it off.

The hallway was really dark. In contrast with the luxury and relative modernity of her studio, it resembled more some medieval dungeon, sparsely lit by flickering torches. "The Prince highly values tradition" Rashid had once said. It showed, Anna thought. It looked like the last renovation of the Harem premises had taken place centuries ago!

"Just another indication that you better get out of here as soon as possible," she whispered to herself as she set off.

And Anna needed any incentives she could get; the night proved terribly cold outside her room, making her escape an even crazier attempt than it already was. Desert nights always are, especially for girls only covered by a minuscule see-through top. Now that she was no longer warmed by the heat of the moment, iciness shot up Anna's legs each time her bare feet touched the rough cold concrete. Maybe she *should* have borrowed some of the guard's clothes after all. But then, not much was left of them after she had cut them to make bonds.

Cautiously she progressed through what turned out to be a true maze, where every door and every hallway looked like the previous and the next. The rhythmic crunching of loose concrete scales under her bare feet, and an occasional spooky distant scream were the only sounds breaking the dead silence in this grim fortress.

The Russian actually didn't have the faintest idea where she was heading. Since her capturing she hadn't left the room that had been assigned to her. There simply was no *plan*. Such that the goose bumped blonde had not much choice but improvising by systematically opting for dark corridors and doors with no light behind them. An ad-hoc tactic that seemed to work out surprisingly well: quite miraculously, there always seemed to be options like that available. Maybe her fortune had returned?

It was a tense adventure, and the most stressing moments occurred when the fugitive had to try the guard's keys to open the occasional locked door on her (hopefully) way out. Anna cursed silently each time one of the rusty old locks protested with a much too loud 'CLANG' to her attempts to open them.

"Fuck this devil's hole," she mumbled. "If they would use only a quarter of the lube they used on me, all these damn locks would open smoothly..."

It was behind one of these doors, long after she had lost count of them, that Anna found herself in a darkness so deep, that she could not even move. No matter *how* long she halted to let her eyes adjust to it, pitch black emptiness was all they could make out.

"Great... just great!" she sarcastically said to herself. "Now what?"

She could have used one of the wall-mounted torches right now. Something she 
had considered too dangerous at the start of her escape, but would have been an option in these more remote and desolate parts of the fortress. It seemed unlikely she would walk into a guard around here.

"Is this a frigging tomb, or what?"

Her voice sounded confined and produced almost no echo; the place she was in, couldn't be very roomy.

She suddenly realised she had on average taken many more steps down than steps up to get here. Somehow, that wasn't very encouraging. Whatever, Anna wasn't all too keen on just walking blindly into the darkness in front of her. She had read a story once, about how these mad Sultans had made labyrinths with hidden traps. They then let prisoners escape through the maze, only to suffer a gruesome death in one of those traps. Speared to a long spike at the bottom of a well. Or eaten by a lion that was set free when tripping a hidden wire. Stuff like that.

"Don't be so silly, " the Russian tried to push away her childish fears. "You're imagining stu..."

- DZZZZJING -

Anna couldn't finish her line of thought, as the sea of black darkness around her suddenly changed into a painful bright flash.

"What..?"

Completely surprised and blinded by a powerful battery of gas-discharge tubes, she shut her eyes down, and next tried to protect them with her hands and peep through her fingers. This way, she was barely able to discern a silhouette standing a few arm lengths from her.

"You've reached the end of the tunnel, young lady."

As the words were spoken to her, Anna's blood froze in her veins, and the little hairs on her naked body stood out even more than from the chill.

"But not quite the end of your journey, hehe..." the joy-filled voice added.

It was as if Anna felt the bottom fall out of her when she recognised the hair-raising timbre of Rashid's voice. Despite the sea of bright light around her, it caused a short black-out as she realised the horrible reality.

"Shall we say 'long time no see'? I seem to recognise you from somewhere, and let me tell you that those are not pleasant memories."

Anna could make out his face now; it had a painful grimace over it, and it was obvious that walking was also still difficult for the pasha. The longer she thought about it, the more she started to regret her impulsive kick of the day before...

"This could develop into an excellent opportunity to get even, what do you think?" Rashid spoke. "And once that has been taken care of, why stop there? A good reason could be that it would only be fair, I hear you say? Unfortunately for you, Rashid is not reasonable. Never been!"

"No.. NO.. This can't be true!" The words sounded shaky and barely audible. "I was almost...UUUGH!"

"What the..?"

Completely without warning, Anna's feet lost touch with the ground as a strong arm picked her up from behind, between her legs. The naked blonde's body swayed through the icy air of the cellar and ended up hanging in the arms of one of the strong black men she had gotten to know so well.

"Where... where did he come from?"

So much for female intuition...

"Excellent, excellent... Take her to the Wheel, Ben-Ali," Rashid instructed as per usual.

Hanging almost upside-down and squeezed between a couple of strong arms and a pumped up chest, the Russian turned her head; one quick glance up to the face of the man who was carrying her, was enough to understand the situation completely. 'Ben-Ali' looked remarkably similar to the guard she had 'overpowered' just minutes ago! Unless he had a twin-brother, it *was* him in person.

When she turned her head in the direction of travel, she could also see the custom-made Wheel now. Rashid was standing next to it, and was already preparing the various restraints, leaving Anna little guesswork about what was to happen next. And it was time to do something about it!

"Put me down, you sand-ape! Cro-Magnon clone! RRrrrhhaaaaaaa!!"

Anna released all the energy in her body at once, and directed it at the 
huge black man. Her arms and legs kicked around furiously, hitting Ben-Ali wherever she was able to hit.

"Do I have to floor you again? Let me GO, let me..."

Her fist shot out towards the area where she estimated his nuts to be, but unexpectedly crashed into some kind of hard shell under his skirt, hurting her knuckles.

"Aaaw! What the f...??"

Rashid laughed loudly at Anna's feeble attempts to resist. "You just found out how the Prince protects his trophies against those who are too dumb to understand the consequences of violating them. Castration is of course another way, but not if you need them to retain their physical strength, obviously," he clarified.

Regardless, Ben-Ali didn't seem to give a flinch, no matter how aggressively the rampant blonde fidget turned her rage against him. He had stopped moving for a moment, but it looked like he was merely waiting for the thunderstorm to abate. And indeed, Anna was quickly running out of steam. Her hits lost power and she had to stop to catch her second breath. Why was it that the guard suddenly looked so much more powerful and bigger than less than half an hour ago, she asked herself? Her entire nakedness covered in perspiration, and her head grown as red as a beet, she paused and switched to vocal threats again:

"When... when I get out of here my contacts in Moscow will make a nice concrete cube around you guys, and... and dump you in the Red Sea, bastards!" she spat between laboured gasps.

Rashid just laughed the threats away, while his huge dogs body didn't even *understand* English beyond the most basic commands. Despite the Moscow Mafia, he held on to the writhing girl. As soon as the tennis star had burnt most of her fuel, he continued carrying her to the much-hated Wheel, where his boss was already waiting impatiently to help her secure.

"Yes," he said, "we don't have all day. The young lady has had her say by now. Get her over, so we can get this done with."

In sight of the Wheel, Anna produced a few final feeble kicks and punches, but the cramp in her fatigued muscles rendered them powerless. Her physical protest proved no more effective than her continued vocal abuse of the two men.

(11) "THE UNITED STATES OF ANNA"

"Stop this now!! I warn you that not even Amnesty International will be able to save you miserable bunch, slime heads. Get your hands off me!"

"Well, well, " Rashid stepped into the vocal duel. "Even upside down, the stream of foul language finds its way out through your lovely throat. Maybe the only way to keep it all inside, is to plug it?" he smiled.

He turned the wheel 180_ such that the foot-supports were on top, and grabbed one of the girl's kicking ankles.

"I guess you didn't expect this tie-break, did you?" he continued while securing the ankle with the Velcro. Then proceeded to do the same with the knee of that leg while Ben-Ali held the other one. "You probably didn't play all that many any way, hahaha. Do you get it? 'Tie-and-break'. We are in the midst of the tie-part, and soon the pleasure will be entirely mine to also thoroughly *break* you."

Anna wanted to repost, but shock prevented her from opening her mouth.

With her first member secured, Rashid went on with the other leg.

"It was really endearing to watch you act precisely as anticipated, haha! Yes, young lady: 'anticipated'! I told you once nobody ever escapes from this Harem, but I'll have to refine that from now on: nobody ever escapes unless Rashid *wants* them to escape."

While Ben-Ali held Anna's body, the wheel was turned to its original position to fixate Anna's flailing arms.

"Normally we have a special conditioning program for recalcitrant ladies like you. But although you gave me many reasons to put you on such regime, I chose not to apply it in your case. Did you never wonder why? Simply because I didn't want to destroy the strength and morale that you would need to escape. Repeat after me: 'Rashid is the smartest', HAHAHA. Yes, Rashid is always a couple of steps in front. I tremendously enjoy planning somewhat ahead. I also tremendously enjoy planning girls to give me some head, by the way. But, more about that later."

"I can see the question burning in those green eyes: 'why'? Because you were destined to be *mine*, right from the start, that's why! And this was the best and safest way to get there. To get you *completely*, not just to play some superficial kids' games, like Tarek. To think that I even considered adding poisonous food supplements to His Highness meals, and buy you when the Harem would be dismantled... But in the end this plan contained much less risk. At most some heads of guards will roll, but I'm left out of the picture entirely."

Anna was stunned! She had not realised even remotely how evil this psycho really was.

Bad news.

When the two men had finished tying up the unhappy blonde, Rashid immediately gave the inner Wheel a powerful pull. He stepped back, and with a wide grin on his face, he watched the spread-eagled girl spin helplessly for a couple of seconds. Her two ponytails were flying around due to the centrifugal effect, sweeping the floor each time Anna passed 6 'o clock. Normally they threw knives at this! Rashid only had a spear, though.

"HeeeEEEEeeeeEEEEyyyyYYYY... stoooOOOOooooOOOOp! SSSsss...uuuUUUhhhHHH..."

After a sizable number of fast rotations, he abruptly stopped the Russian carousel. Anna looked pretty sick already.

The vile man grabbed her chin and forced her to look straight into his eyes.

"I see you would never become a decent cosmonaut; such a simple test, and you already fall short. Looks like your talents are strictly limited to tennis and fucking? We're lucky you refused your evening meal, or it would have been a real mess, stupid bitch. But I'll give you another chance to fill your belly, soon."

With her jaw still in his hand, he teasingly brushed his thumb over Anna's full lips. Oh, how much she would have loved to bite! But she feared the reprisals, totally helpless as she was.

"How long have these soft cushions been sucking cock already?" Rashid teased her some more. "Considering your early history with the likes of Fedorov and other hockey players, you must be quite good at it by now, after all those years. Isn't it, young lady?"

The cockteaser returned him a venomous stare. It was a silent yet eloquent 'none of your business', but it was also apparent that Rashid had hit a nail on the head, so he continued on this enjoyable path:

"Is that where the pout comes from, maybe? Your mouth and lips look like they were especially made to caress the male pencil of love; years of sucking must have imprinted this position in your mouth. Lips don't teasingly part like that just by themselves, do they? And those full hamster-cheeks are probably used to store the cum? It is not by accident that you wear that amulette with 'CHEEKS' engraved in it. Looks like you could orally serve several men in succession, without losing even a single drop of semen. How many ball boys are there on a tennis court? Or do you swallow instead?"

The agitator pulled out all the stops.

"Let your momma suck you, filthy BASTARD!" Anna exploded. Enough was enough!

"Hahaha... So you still have a voice? Just goes to show that even good mouth hygiene doesn't help against dirty language, doesn't it? Watch your mouth, darling!"

With these words, he rotated the inner wheel halfway around again, making his helpless captive end up upside down.

"This is what I've been holding it up for, for DAYS," he barked, and got down on his knees.

Although still somewhat dizzy, the Russian understood perfectly well what plan Rashid was unfolding. NO way she was going to cooper...

"OOOUCH! GOD DAMMIT!!"

Anna screamed in pain as a thumb and index finger pinched the Horseshoe into her flesh.

"Listen up, little bitch," Rashidís hoarse voice crackled. "You're going to do exactly as I desire, or I grind your Harem Jewel through your cunt until it looks like mashed tomatoes, understood?"

That was pretty clear...

With his free hand, the pasha now opened his gown, and a fully-erected, precum-covered fat dick, the filthiest the Russian had ever seen, appeared. It wobbled invitingly right in front of her, with a couple of big hairy balls behind it. Not that it was a completely new perspective for Anna. Only the *down*ward curve of the dick was really surprising at first. Mostly they pointed *up*wards proudly whenever she got near! And usually, she loved to be in the presence of a nice, big dick. But in her current situation, the thing looked almost as if it was rotting, and big veins had never appeared more sickening to her, either. Disgust was written all over her face.

Before going on, Rashid turned the Wheel upright one more time.

"And don't even *think* about attempting something stupid, or try to fool me into believing you're not good at this, " he spat into her shocked face. "I *know* you're one of the most experienced cocksuckers in the world, early twenties or not! Are we communicating? Does 'mashed tomatoes' ring a bell up there?"

He knocked his knuckles twice onto the back of Anna's skull.

Anna nodded her head in agreement, fearful eyes wide open. She certainly didn't fancy mashed tomatoes between her legs! Thus, once upside down again, she went to work.

Rashid moved his hips forward rhythmically, trying to enter the Russian's warm mouth. Confused as she initially was by the unusual upside-down position, Anna missed her target a couple of times. Precum threads ended up all over her chin and cheeks, and dripped over her forehead to the floor.

Once he had successfully manoeuvred his cum-oozing pole inside, Rashid grabbed her two ponytails and used them to steer her head while he continued his fucking movements. The - indeed quite experienced - teen tried her best to apply the techniques she had acquired over the years, which was not easy with hanging upside down and all, and since the pasha was rather more brutal than she was used to. He violently pulled her left ponytail to poke his dickhead into her right cheek, then switched to the other to jab into her left one, then repeated it, time after time, leaving thick wads of precum all over her oral cavity.

"Perfect... just perfect, hmmmm... Your girl spit and oral caressing is exactly the medicine my poor battered dick needed, suck nurse that you are!"

Every 20 seconds or so, he pulled out and allowed the poor Russian to take a normal breath and cough up some slime, only to immediately pound into her again.

"Ah baby, " he panted, "that feels good, real good! It's like velvet in there, so soft and warm... Those intelligence reports were right on! I bet you've always been a skilled little cum-slurper, haven't you? Keep curling that tongue around me, you're doing just fine, my Bolshevik whore."

With more and more pressure building up inside his balls (they felt much better already!), Rashid really started get going now; he alternated between series of softer pushes, slightly poking her cheeks outwards, interrupted with outright throat-filling slams with his hips.

"Mmmhwhll.. S-S-sto.. gghll."

The wailing of his defenceless fucktool worked really inspiring! As he continued the rough ride, he ground his pubic hair into her lips, seeking to hit her uvula with the tip of his penis.

"Keep sucking, Miss Kournikova, keep working that dick!"

"Mmmggghh... Bast-gggghhh!"

The sounds of his balls slapping against her little turned up nose resounded through the room like a metronome. Even though she genuinely tried to add a surplus to the whole experience (she was still thinking about the mashed tomatoes scenario), Anna couldn't do all that much, really. What Rashid interpreted as 'curling her tongue skilfully over his dickhead', was just his member ploughing through her mouth and pushing away anything in its path.

It was repugnant, but whenever Anna's oral enthusiasm diminished somewhat, her tormentor would release one ponytail to lightly brush the Harem Jewel with the free hand. No better way to remind her of the painful reprisals in case she wouldn't comply!

In and out his dick went, left-right-left-right... then deep into the middle again, only to start the sequence all over.

After an awfully long couple of minutes, the pasha sensed that he was getting close to the point of no return. With remarkable clarity of mind he commanded his fucktoy again:

"Aaaahhh... Listen up, bitch. Pfffff... Rashid’s goanna give you all he has, real soon now. Don't dream about spilling one single drop or swallowing before I give you clearance, UNDERSTOOD?"

Completely filled up, there was really no way for Anna to answer in the normal way.

"Just open your hands if you understood me, whore!"

Anna opened her tightly balled fists in the restraints, indicating that she was ready. Surprisingly, feelings of relief had the upper hand inside her. Relief that this thoroughly debasing torture was almost over.

Not a second later (there was just *no* way to hold back longer), Rashid’s dick started a series of rapid and powerful pulses, firing copious amounts of pasha-semen into the Russian.

"Grrraaaaahhhg!!"

The creep growled deeply, and in the heat of the moment he embraced Anna's perspiration-covered naked body. He burried his moustache in her pussy while he repeatedly spasmed his member into her face.

His hot milky liquid splattered around her mouth in large quantities, and she was only barely able to keep it all in. Nearly all her skills were needed to maintain the careful balance between sucking tight to Rashid’s dick, and not overdoing by prematurely swallowing his stuff.

In less than half a minute, the intense exercise came to a finish. The pasha remained on his knees a few more seconds to catch his breath, then slowly pulled out and stood up. The entire 20 cm of his dick glistened in a mixture of girl spit and cum. He smiled at the Russian. Facing down on her, he looked right into her flaring nostrils while she was breathing rather heavy through her nose, in a desperate attempt to keep all his semen in her mouth. He knew she couldn't possibly hold this much longer, as the cum would start to seep into her nose. He didn't want to miss the next part though, so he slowly and carefully turned the Wheel again until she straightened up.

It was a lovely sight... Anna's eyes were wide open and told the story of the most dreadful couple of minutes of her young life in every detail. Her face was contorted as she desperately tried to seal her lips tight. Nevertheless several small streams of seminal fluid had leaked out. By turning her in the Wheel, they had changed direction and one could follow their path around her face in utmost detail.

This had to be SO delightfully humiliating! And the night had only just started...

"Now isn't *that* a nice contrast?" Rashid panted, still recovering from his intense orgasm. "Down there, you're the most immaculate, and up here, you're the filthiest cum-stained little bitch around! You really unite both worlds perfectly. Truly 'United States': 'Cleanville' in the south, and 'Filthytown' in the north, haha!"

Anna, she just continued dripping despite the poor joke. Rashid still hadn't given her 'clearance.'

Back on his feet again, he took a pocket torch out of his coat pocket. Before Anna was aware of anything, he painfully clamped her jaw in his hand and forced her mouth open. Lots of sticky stuff gulped out and trickled onto her breasts and belly...

"Uh-aah..," she moaned in discomfort.

"A little further... yes, like that. Let's take a deeper look."

The light from the mini-torch swept quickly around Anna's oral cavity.

"Look at that fleshy tongue bathing in my delicious semen!" Rashid didn't even have to play his enthusiasm. There were wads of his salty seed everywhere, and her tongue looked like it was desperately trying not to drown in its own dirty swimming pool. Can a man possibly demarcate his property more efficiently and thoroughly? If only he would have brought his digital camera with him...

"You have my permission to swallow now," he finally commanded.

The brute released his grip and put the torch back. Anna took an amazing and loud 'gulp', filling her belly as Rashid had promised and ordered. She worked her jaws to check that everything was still attached and spit out some hairs the pasha had left behind. Was this his preferred way to prune his pubic hair?? Then, dutifully, she used her tongue to wipe some remaining cum from her lips. No, she certainly hadn't forgotten yet about the mashed tomatoes!

Rashid enjoyed every detail of her cum meal. Then he made a step aside, so she could admire her current cum stained state in full glory in the mirror.

"Look at that!"

It was not funny.

It also was not the end.

"Let's put you through some more tests, shall we?"

Anna twitched when she realized her calvary wasn't over yet; she had silently hoped Rashid had got sufficiently and satisfyingly 'even' by dumping his seminal fluids into her intestines. Against better knowledge, considering he had explicitly announced only minutes ago that he was not exactly an example of fairness.

Still dizzy as she was, it didn't get fully through to her immediately.

But that quickly changed when her female alarm-system detected the warmth of a hand near the joint of her legs. Rashid once more took the liberty to touch her; he lightly rubbed her intimate flesh, then his fingers dug in and pulled out the Horseshoe-ring. In total horror, Anna could only undergo passively how her tormentor played around with it, twisting and pulling, and fondling her most private parts with great joy. Finally he routinely detached the electrode, which the Master Purifyer had previously attached to her nipple, from the Wheel, and clamped it onto her jewel.

"Wha-what are you doing? G-Get that thing off me!"

The big nasty Ben-Ali was watching with interest while his master connected the wires, smiling back at Anna like a silly chimp; he had a good seat for the entertaining show that was imminent!

"Don't...don't act silly, now. I-I was a good girl, wasn't I?"

The Russian was clearly starting to panic, as illustrated by her agitated breathing. Rashid didn't say a word, but with his right hand he opened the safety cap that covered the buttons of the 'shock'-box.

"I-I'll do whatever you want. Just stop this!"

"Really? I don't know, sweetheart; me thinks you will do whatever we want you to do, anyway," he torpedoed his victim's last glimmer of hope for mercy.

Anna gasped when he next forced two fingers of his left hand between her labia, agonizingly slow.

"I see you dressed up nicely for the occasion. Everything easily accessible, hehe. Just one unlucky choice: you forgot to wear your Shock-Absorber..."

- BZZZZZZZZZ -

Together with this umpteenth feeble word game, Rashid pushed the small red button and sent thousands of nasty electrons into Anna's most sensitive region.

"AAAAaahhh! Ugh..."

The effect was spectacular, though not *quite* as devastating as Anna had feared. After all, the current was not intended to cause any permanent damage; rather, it was similar to what was used for mild electric fence (keeping a guest's attention was all that was needed). But, not unexpectedly, the effect was noticeably more powerful than designed once Anna's clitoris figured as the single point of contact! The helpless Russian screamed and went all rigid for a fraction of a second, while a flash of white noise interrupted her eyesight. Then her body went limp, after which the athlete needed a couple of seconds to get fully back to this world. Rashid was more interested by another little 'side effect': the shock caused a powerful local convulsion close to the point of attachment. Such that Anna's love-muscle bit down on his fingers and at the same time also shot up- and inwards. It was a very exciting feeling!

"Now isn't that neat?" he grinned, positively surprised by his bio-electromechanical discovery. "Let's try that again!"

- BZZZZZZZZZ -

Again he pushed the button, and again Anna screamed her lungs out and her body reacted the same way, totally straightening out momentarily.

"Hahaha! I can't wait to get hard again and slide my dick into you, so you can treat me this way down there all night long. Yes, baby, you're gonna fuck me like that all night and Rashid won't have to do anything else but stay inside and push a button hahaha."

"Uuuuh..", Anna wailed.

- BZZZZZZZZZ -

Again her pussy was forced to eagerly munch his inserted fingers, almost dragging his entire hand up.

"Yes baby, bite me! Hahaha... Are you *that* hungry after skipping one meal? And you even got your soup, already. Don't worry though: we'll give you something warm and meaty to eat, soon!"

Anna looked at him with bleary eyes and tried to stutter for mercy. But Rashid paid no attention and commanded his helper:

"Ben-Ali, come over here and roll the young lady to my quarters."

Then, addressing Anna again:"I'll be right there to have some more fun with Miss Murzik. I presume I can address you with 'Murzik', now that we meet each other outside the professional context? If you start to get a bit cold, bare-naked like this, then don't worry: Rashid will be right there to warm you, hahaha. But first I'm going to produce some false clues to nicely cover this all up. We wouldn't want His stupid Highness to find out the real story behind the preliminary escape of his favourite, would we?"

"B-Bastard! Burn in Hell is what you will do!"

Rashid smiled back and gave Anna's fleshy cheeks a few plaguey slaps.

"That will be enough. Ben-Ali, deliver our precious cargo to your master's room, please."

Without granting her another look, Rashid turned away and left via the door that Anna had arrived through, leaving the enraged Russian to scream and trash at Ben-Ali.

Screams and curses that were falling on deaf ears while she was transported through another series of cold dark corridors, towards her new home...

- THE END -