PART 3
When Scully woke her mind was full of unanswered questions. Where was
she? Had she left any clues behind for Mulder to track? She guessed
that she had been kidnapped and was now being held in a wealthy Arab's
harem - but why? And how had the driver of the jeep known her name?
How could she make her escape?
Very little happened that day until early evening. She remained
chained in her cell. Twice the large Negro came in with a tin bowl
full of food - rice and vegetables - which he left with her. She
supposed that she was meant to drink water from her tap. She hoped
that the water was clean and safe around here. Wherever that was.
Three times young girls appeared at the door of her cell, staring at
her and giggling before running lightly away. She tried speaking to
them but none of them seemed to understand her English. She saw that
they were barefoot, stripped to the waist and only wore a thin, short
dancer's skirt. Their wrists were always cuffed although the tiny
chain that linked them seemed almost light enough to break and
certainly left them enough movement to feel free.
Late in the morning she had realised that it was time to relieve
herself in the hole in the floor. Strange as it seemed to do this
publicly in front of an open door, she accepted that this was
something that she might have to get used to. There did not seem to
be any paper to wipe herself with, so she backed into the tap and
cleaned herself with the flow of water.
Thoroughly rested and almost bored, Scully was relieved when the Negro
eventually came to unlock her from the cell and led her out. She
noticed that he never spoke and wondered if he was a mute or had had
his tongue cut out. A little way down a corridor in the harem she
went through a door into a room centred on a round bath, sunk into the
floor. The bath was full of water, smelling of lavender and jasmine,
and seemed deliciously warm. Sighing with pleasure, Scully was only
too willing to sink into the water and let it slide over her.
Two of the other harem girls with the light, jingling chains on their
wrists came in and began to wash her down. At first it seemed strange
and Scully wanted to stop them, to tell them that she could manage
fine without them, thank you, but their hands persisted and she
relaxed, letting it happen.
Warm water, soft hands, soap and soft clothes moved luxuriously over
Scully's body. Well, she thought, if this is what harem life is like,
perhaps I could get used to it! Even when hands ran over her nipples
or pressed down between her legs, Scully did not push them away. In
fact she was sorry when they moved briskly away and wished that they
would linger some more.
Relaxed and feeling fine, all too soon the bath was over and she was
being encouraged to step out. Scully was led out of the bathroom to
another room on which there was a flat table covered in some sort of
soft cloth. Another two of the harem girls waited here for her. With
smiles and hand movements they showed her that she was welcome and
invited her to lie down on the table. Smiling and friendly, Scully
pulled herself up onto the table and lay back flat.
Again hands moved over her, but this time they seemed to be full of
oil and perfume. She was being rubbed and massaged and stroked in a
wonderful sensual blur. Her eyes closed, Scully rolled and moved with
the pressure of the hands, happy to be kneaded and squeezed as they
worked the perfumed oils into her skin.
Up and down each of her fingers, between her toes, behind her knees,
across her belly and in the small of her back the slippery, warm hands
worked. Scully could feel her blood tingling at the nerve ends of her
skin all over her body.
She was hardly jarred from this blissful relaxation when the Negro's
large hand came down on her shoulders, pressing her firmly down onto
the table and holding her still. Lower down the girls each took hold
of an ankle and pulled her legs down and apart, tying them to the
table legs with some piece of cloth. Lifting her head, Scully was
aware that her private area now lay open to view. But the movements
of the girls was so friendly and slow that she dropped her head again,
trusting that all would be well.
Small scissors clipped at her red public hair, soap was applied and
one or other of the girls worked on her with a razor. Somewhere deep
inside her Scully registered that she was being shaved nude down
there, but it didn't seem to matter that much.
In a moment it was done and she was being patted dry between her legs
with a soft towel. Her ankles were left tied and spread wide across
the table though. It seemed as though the girls now concentrated
entirely on the few square inches hidden between Scully's legs.
Working gently but firmly fingers oiled their way round her vulva
lips, squeezing and squashing. Someone slid down to oil around and
then into her anal opening. A moment later two finger were either
side of her clit, stroking it and squeezing and encouraging it with
oiled softness. Scully could feel herself flushing with excitement
and was sure that her lips were puffing as she lubricated easily.
She kept her eyes shut, as she was frightened to spoil it by looking.
Instead of fingers it now seemed as if there were four mouths working
all over her. Soft lips traced patterns across her skin, pinched
lightly at her breast, licked lightly over her lips or gently pressed
into her vagina --but never very far.
Scully began to moan and lift, trying to press into the tongues and
mouths, working with them but each time they seemed to lift and start
again elsewhere. Waves of sensual pleasure flowed through the
redhead, each one building but never reaching breaking point.
Over and over it went until she was in a daze of sensual feeling, on
edge and beginning to crave the release of breaking through into a
climax which was always taken away from her.
At an unseen signal from the Negro the four harem girls stepped back
and released her ankles from the table. Instead, 4 lengths of white,
silken cord was tied to her wrists and ankles and she was helped to
lift herself up from the table. Confused, Scully looked around at the
excited faces of the girls and let herself be guided by them.
Lightly on their bare feet the girls followed the Negro out of the
harem into the main part of the building, leading Scully by her four
cords. Through room after room the group went until the Negro made
them paused as he knocked loudly on the great door in front of him.
When he heard the permission to enter the Negro stepped aside and
motioned the girls forward.
Scully barely had time to notice that she had entered a room filled
with about 6 seated men when the harem girls around her plunged face
down onto the floor, prostrating themselves before the men. Tugged by
the cords, Scully realised that she was expected to do the same and
rather clumsily lay down on the cold stone floor, face to one side.
She heard the sharp Arab male command that made the girls pick
themselves up and Scully allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.
She found herself standing in front of the six men. The man who she
remembered from the courtyard the previous evening was there but to
one side. At the centre of the room, clearly the most powerful man in
the room, was a sheikh who looked to Scully to be in his mid forties.
She noticed his eagle's nose and the way that his eyes stared at her
over thin lips, in a way that was so hidden that she could not read
his thoughts.
He seemed to pause for a moment, thinking and then nodded permission
to the harem girls waiting on him. Scully was turned and pulled
lightly back to the centre of the room.
Fixed in the floor was a stone, circular carving. Almost waist high
to her the top surface of the ornately-carved circular column had set
into it a tremendous, black, glistening phallus. Making Scully gasp
at its associations in her panicky mind, it must have risen 9 inches
from the stone column and was the width of her upper arm. Spiralling
down and around the phallus was a twisting ridge, a raised vein of
black wood deliberately left by its carver.
Almost before she had taken this in, Scully was lifted in a daze by
the harem girls who insisted that she lower herself down onto the
black phallus. Scully was uncertain whether to resist or not. Her
blood was still hot from her treatment in the harem and craved just
this sort of pressure in her vagina. A small, weaker part of her
wanted to scream and run away to safety.
With girls' hands on her back and supporting her thighs, Scully found
herself sliding slickly down the pole as it began to push its way into
her. Her own juices , roused and ready, made it easy and impossible
for her to resist. Her weight was enough to bury her steadily, inch
by inch, onto the pole.
When the girls could see that she was firmly embedded, more than half
way down the black pole, they released her but spread out across the
room holding on to the cords, still tied to Scully's wrists and
ankles. The two girls holding her wrists stood to the side of her so
that her arms were pulled out to the left and right as far as
possible. The other two harem girls held her legs 45 degrees apart
and forwards, parallel with the ground. There was nothing to stop
Scully from sliding slowly down the phallus.
At a sharp clap of hands from the sheikh the girls began to run
clockwise around the carving, pulling Scully round with them as they
ran. The room was suddenly full of Arab ululating as the girls made
that eerie, throaty call as they speeded up. In a few turns Scully
felt herself sink to the very bottom of the phallus. Somehow gravity
had forced all of it inside her and she could feel the head squashing
high up inside her pressing up against her cervix.
Scully began to feel faint and dizzy as the girls raced around,
spinning her as fast as they could. The men began to clap out a
steady rhythm to encourage them to keep up their pace.
She noticed that each time she spun there was a point where the raised
vein of wood, higher than the rest of the pole, pressed into the
bloated end of her clit in an electric way. Scully moaned as the heat
and friction built inside her. Without really planning it, she began
to squeeze together and lean her pelvis slightly forward in time to
catch the moments when the vein made contact, stroking her clit and
riding the pole.
The red-haired agent lost track of where she was, naked and shaved, a
prisoner on view in some Arab palace. All she knew was the
overwhelming heat and sound and stamping and the blood moving through
her. Scully wanted this orgasm and nothing else mattered. Everything
in her gripped and squeezed and concentrated as she began to climb up
towards her climax. She was not aware that she began to gasp and moan
out loud and that her chest flushed deep red as the blood rose into
her extended nipples. It was only at the moment that she broke and
screamed out in deep fulfilment that she realised that she was now the
only sound in the room. Everyone else had become silent to listen to
her.
Gradually the harem girls came to a halt, their cords slack, releasing
Scully to rest her feet on the floor, still deeply embedded on the
pole. The men leaned back and began to laugh and talk quietly amongst
themselves, lifting their drinks.
There seemed to be some discussion and Scully guessed that they were
talking about her and her performance in front of them. As it was all
in Arabic, of course, she could not understand any of what was said
and could only half concentrate on the sound anyway, as her body began
to return down to normal again.
Unknown to Scully, they were deciding what to do with her and the
sheikh had just decided to give her to his favourite daughter, Amel,
as a pet. Scully was to be converted into a bitch.
