This is a story that I wrote for a friend. Here’s what she told me:

As far as my harem fantasy goes, sometimes I dream about it, sometimes I masturbate to it, sometimes I just sit and daydream. lol…of course, not all the time! Generally, the girl is an aristocratic girl defying convention in some sense and traveling somewhere on her own to meet her parents or something. Sometimes it is by ship, sometimes by land…either way her party is attacked and she is kidnapped. She is dragged across the desert and sold to an aristocratic man. hehe, going along with the harem fantasy, she is very unwilling, and the man is very forceful with her. He is instantly intrigued by her personality because it is so unlike the eastern women’s. They go through a power struggle. The man does not want to appear weak, but he does not want the girl to hate him either. So their relationship develops into tests and games to see who can outmaneuver whom. I never know whether or not they end up happy together in his land, or if she cannot adjust and eventually finds a way to escape/be rescued. That is pretty open. I do always picture the guy as being something of a dominant, and the girl as a sub… hehe, I guess I am a sub at heart.

“I will go to Egypt,” said Adrienne, raising her voice uncharacteristically for a young woman raised in Victorian London.

“But it is not seemly for a woman to travel on her own. Especially to a country filled with uncivilized people.”

“Egyptians are not savages, they have had their own civilization for much longer than Britain.”

“But we are in the middle of an industrial revolution here in Britain. Egyptians are still almost primitive by comparison.”

“Just because Queen Victoria reigns here doesn’t make the rest of the world backward. Anyway, the ship leaves tomorrow and I will be on it, with or without your blessing.”

Adrienne turned and left her father’s study in London, closing the door behind her. She hoped that she had been forceful enough to make her view clear without annoying her father. For the reality was that while she didn’t need her father’s blessing she did need some money. For years she had been fascinated with Egyptian history, the pyramids, the pharaohs, the temples. Now she was 21 she was officially an adult and she would make the trip of her life to see these things for real, before she returned to Britain and her predestined future. Once back she would have to play the role expected of her: take a good husband, produce babies, run a household.

Adrienne climbed the stairs op to her room. There in the middle was the steamer trunk containing her clothes. A cart would take it down to the docks in the morning and at mid-day a carriage would take her to the ship. She had never left Britain before, never even been on a sailing ship. But she had made the journey before in her mind, creating an imagined reality from the hundreds of books that she had read on Egypt, on travel. It would be so much easier were she a boy, she thought. Nobody would be telling her what she could and could not do. But a girl in Victorian society was someone to be protected, someone to be treated like a fruit, handled gently to prevent it being bruised. She thought back to the times she was told off as a child for climbing trees, or as a teenager for insisting on going to the library on her own, or more recently for inviting a strangely dressed man into the house to teach her Arabic.

Adrienne’s maid entered her bedroom to undress her and get her ready for bed. The maid carried a jug of hot water that she poured into the bowl on Adrienne’s dresser. With a button-hook she undid the long row of buttons on the dress than ran up Adrienne’s spine. Then she unlaced the unyielding corset that thrust Adrienne’s full breasts up. Soon Adrienne was naked. She looked down at her body. She was thin and fit, very muscular since she was so much more active physically than most Victorian women. Her rounded breasts were tipped with small brown circles surrounding small pink nipples. She looked lower across her flat stomach to where a triangle of black hair crowned the swelling where her body curved out of sight.

She had looked between her legs with a mirror once, surprised to discover the pink petals that nestled there. She didn’t know if they had a correct name so she just called them her pink-petals, since it all looked a bit like one of the flowers she’d seen in the gardens at Kew.

She also knew she had a hole there between her legs, between her pink-petals in fact, a hole where blood would run each month. She knew that babies came out there too, although she wasn’t really sure how they got in there in the first place, and despite the hours in the library she’d never managed to find a book that explained it. She called the hole her slot since that she’d called it since she was little.

She had also discovered that there was one special spot between her legs that was super sensitive, just where her petals joined together. When she touched it, it aroused feelings in her body that she had never experienced before. She called those feelings of arousal quivering, because sometimes it was so intense she could feel her body trembling. Her made-up name for that special spot was her gemstone, since it was small, hard and precious.

Occasionally, in the privacy of her bed, she would bunch her nightgown up around her waist, lick her finger and touch that special spot. As her finger slowly circled her gemstone she would have strange dreams of disgusting things that she would never contemplate in real life. Perhaps she was naked in front of a crowd of men who were feeling her, or her naked maid was pushing a finger into her slot, or a naked man was carrying her off to his house. These fantasies were a bit vague since she’d never actually seen a man naked. Her knowledge of male anatomy was largely derived from drawings of classical Roman and Greek statues.

Sometimes the feelings in her body would start to get really intense. She was worried that she might do damage so she usually stopped touching her gemstone at that point and hadn’t gone far enough to find out what would happen next. Then one night she was feeling daring and she didn’t stop, she just kept fingering herself, sliding her finger in long strokes between her pink-petals and up over her gemstone. The quivering in her body got more and more intense. She had a sort of feeling of anticipation, a similar feeling to when you want to sneeze but cannot. Then suddenly something burst, that was the only way she could describe it. She heard an animalistic moan come out of her mouth as her body flooded with undiluted pleasure. She pushed a finger into her slot. She was very wet and quivering intensely. Gradually the quivering died down. She felt guilty, as if she’d done something she should not, perhaps even harmed her body. But she’d awakened feelings that could not be put back to sleep. From then on, even though she tried not to, every few nights she would make herself quiver, stroking her gemstone, until she burst.

She pulled her nightgown over her head and her maid did up the button at the back of her neck. She got into bed. This time the following night she would be on board a ship heading out into the English Channel on the long voyage across the Bay of Biscay, through the Straits of Gibraltar, across the Mediterranean Sea to Cairo and the wonders of ancient Egypt.

Once in Cairo, Adrienne used her basic Arabic to arrange a carriage to the bazaar. She realized that her steamer trunk of clothes was quite useless and she would need to equip herself with a new wardrobe more suited to the climate and to life without a household of servants. At the bazaar she purchased long loose-fitting garments that covered her body from her shoulders to her ankles. She would be naked underneath. This would enable her to better cope with the heat of the desert. She packed her newly acquired clothes into a bag and organized a boat to take her up the Nile to Luxor, where the ancient Egyptians had built a huge temple.

It was on the third day out of Cairo that they were attacked. Adrienne was asleep in the shade when suddenly the boat rocked hard. Another boat had rammed them. Before she could do anything to react, two men fell on top of her and pinned her to the deck. Everything was over so fast that she barely had time to be frightened. The men rolled her onto her front, pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together tightly with a strip of leather.

She was jerked onto her feet. There were about half a dozen pirates, armed with daggers. With the benefit of surprise they had easily subdued the unsuspecting crew. Now they would unload any valuables from the boat to where they had two camels waiting on the riverbank. Adrienne was unloaded too. For she was another valuable that could be sold. The camels were loaded up with boxes from the boat and they set off, a few of the thieves, two heavily laden camels and then Adrienne, walking with her hands still tied behind her back. One of the pirates placed a broad hat made from straw on her head, which protected her from at least some of the afternoon sun.

At first they were passing through green countryside, for this was where the Nile would flood each year and irrigate the crops. But as they continued the landscape became drier and browner and gradually became desert. The sun gradually got lower in the sky as the miles fell away and the temperature started to fall. For a woman used to the thin sunlight of grey London, the route march across the desert was a punishment. But she was more worried at what might be to come. She had asked her captors some questions in her basic Arabic but they had just laughed at her and told her she would have to wait and see. She thought of running but realized that with her arms pinioned behind her she would easily be chased down, and besides, she would never survive a night alone in the unforgiving desert.

In the distance she could see what she knew from her reading was some sort of nomadic encampment. It was just starting to get dark when finally they arrived there. The thieves unloaded the camels and carried the boxes into the biggest tent. They pushed Adrienne forward into the tent too. At the far end was a large chair like a throne and a sitting on it was some sort of chieftain or prince. The pirates placed the heavy boxes in front of the prince and opened them. An assistant to the prince stood at his side and seemed to negotiate with the thieves, presumably agreeing on a price for the stolen goods.

Then Adrienne was pushed forward roughly. She tripped and fell on the carpet in front of the throne. The prince stood up. She could see that he was tall now, and muscular. He looked down at her.

“A European. That’s a rare treat in these parts,” he said to her in perfect English. “Let’s have a look at you.”

He turned to one of the thieves and said a few words of Arabic. He pulled Adrienne to her feet, took his dagger and in a single slash cut her robe from her neck down between her breasts to her ankles. He pulled it back off her shoulders until it bunched up where her wrists were tied.

Adrienne had never felt so naked. In fact, she had only ever been seen naked by her own maids, and certainly never by any man. However, with her arms tied behind her, she could do nothing to cover her modesty, and worse, her breasts were thrust forward provocatively. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, instinctively protecting her slot. The prince looked her up and down as if he was inspecting livestock. Her reached out and squeezed one of her breasts, like one might test a melon at the market. Adrienne tried to move away, nobody had ever taken such liberties with her body, but the man behind her pushed her forward to the prince. Finally the prince said something to his assistant, turned and left the tent. More negotiation seemed to take place, the assistant produced a bag of gold coins and gave some to the chief of the pirates and then everyone left leaving Adrienne standing there, alone and naked, unsure of what she should do, her plans for her time in Egypt completely destroyed.

A young girl came in with a large brass bowl full of hot water. She knelt in front of Adrienne and undid her sandals. Moving behind her, she untied the leather that bound her wrists and slipped the remains of her robe off her arms. Adrienne stood there now completely naked in front of the servant girl. But it was the familiar sort of nakedness she was used to alone with her maid.

The woman took a cloth and wiped the sweat and grime from Adrienne’s body. It was a welcome relief, the first gesture of humanity that day. The woman roughly indicated that Adrienne should move her feet apart, and then she felt the cloth cleaning the sweaty folds of her pink-petals. The woman indicated that she should follow and she left the tent and entered another smaller one. The floor was covered with another carpet and on the carpet was a pile of animal furs that formed a bed. A brass plate was on a small table with some sort of meat stew and a glass bottle of water. The woman left and she was once again alone.

Adrienne lay down on the furs, wondering what would happen next. She suddenly realized how hungry she was after a day without eating. She ravenously ate the tagine and washed it down with the water. In no time she was asleep.

The young girl who had bathed her the night before entered the tent with a brass tray containing some cheese and dates and a tiny cup of hot coffee. Adrienne tried to ask her some questions but it was clear she didn’t understand English and wasn’t going to answer any questions she managed to pose in her broken Arabic. She would obviously have to wait until she met the prince again before she would be able to start to understand her fate. And she didn’t have long to wait.

She ate her breakfast. Since she had no clothes, she picked up a sheet and wrapped it around her body for modesty. Suddenly the flap of the tent was pulled back and the prince entered.

“What’s your name?” he asked her brusquely.

“Adrienne.”

“I’m Omar,” he said. “Why were you in Egypt?”

“I’m interested in archeology. I came to see the pyramids and the temples.”

“All those old ruins? I have no idea why. Anyway, right now I’m interested in seeing something completely different. You. All of you.”

He grabbed the sheet that hid her body and jerked it off her. Adrienne’s hands automatically flew to cover her crotch and her breasts. Omar reached out and grabbed her wrists. Even though she was fit and muscular, he was much stronger than her and easily moved her hands away, uncovering her firm breasts. He bent forward. It looked like he was going to take her nipple in his mouth, like a baby suckling, but he planted small kisses on the underside of her breast. Somehow he knew there was a super-sensitive spot there that she’d never even noticed herself. To her embarrassment she felt her nipples harden instantly. He took one of them into his mouth. She squirmed, trying to pull her breast from his mouth. She kicked him but she was in bare feet so it had little effect. He pushed her over onto her back and subdued her with his full body weight. His face was inches from hers.

“You are feisty,” Omar said. “I can see that it is going to be a battle of wills.”

Omar stood up. He took one of the decorative silk ropes that adorned the inside of the tent, took Adrienne’s wrists and tied them together. Then he tied the other end of the rope to one of the tent poles firmly embedded in the sand. Adrienne was now lying with her hands pulled up over her head.

“Have you ever seen a cock before?” Omar asked. Adrienne wasn’t really sure what he was referring to since her Victorian upbringing had been totally deficient about anything to do with sex.

Omar pulled his robe off over his head. She immediately realized what a cock must be. He looked like the nude statues of which she had seen drawings. Omar looked down appreciatively at her naked body as he started to stroke himself slowly. She was amazed that his cock was hardening and lengthening in his hand. He was now nothing like any nude statue she’d seen, his cock long and straight and rigid. She was torn between looking away in embarrassment and staring in fascination. And to her complete amazement, the sight of his cock was starting to make her body quiver a little.

He lay down alongside her. She attempted to roll away but put an arm around her. With his arm over her and her hands tied to the post there was little she could do. He moved around her body, planting small kisses on her breasts and her neck and down across her stomach. She wriggled underneath him feeling humiliated. She couldn’t believe it when his kisses reached the triangle of black hair at the top of her legs. He tried to push his tongue into the top of her slot but she was squeezing her legs together too firmly. After all, nobody had ever even seen her there, not even her maid, let alone this.

He moved, put his hands behind her knees and firmly pushed them up towards her chest. She knew her slot must be completely exposed between her thighs.

“You’ve got a beautiful cunt,” he said.

Adrienne guessed that must be another word for her slot. Her cunt. It was a nice word, a secret word for a secret place. She decided she would call it her cunt from now on. She’d been calling it her slot since she was a little girl. Cunt would be her grown-up name for it.

“I’ve never seen a European cunt before. Such pretty pink labia. Arab women are much darker.”

Holding her firmly he bent down and lightly fluttered his tongue on her pink-petals, or what she now realized must really be called her labia. She felt completely defeated as she felt his tongue pushing between her petals. He even seemed to know about her gemstone, that special spot that made her quiver. She heard herself moan involuntarily as the tip of his tongue flicked over her gemstone. Her body was quivering intensely now, she realized. He forced her legs wider apart, opening her up completely. She felt his tongue running up and down between her pink petals, just pushing into the entrance to her slot, no her cunt, and then running back over her gemstone.

He started to circle his tongue on her gemstone. She felt her body quivering more and more. She’d reached the stage when her body actually started to tremble.

“Stop, I can’t take any more,” she cried, worried as the feeling reached a level she’d never experienced before.

But Omar didn’t stop, he licked her gemstone harder. Suddenly, to her complete surprise, he pushed a finger into her cunt. She was amazed how wet she was. He started to stroke the inside of her cunt, moving his finger in and out of her body. With his tongue on her gemstone and his finger creating feelings she’d never experienced inside her cunt, she knew she was about to burst.

“Stop, stop,” she screamed again,

Then she grunted like some wild beast as her body burst. She could feel herself shaking as if she was having a fit. Waves of pleasure spiraled out from her cunt and her gemstone. Her fingers and toes felt like she had pins and needles. She’d never burst so intensely in her life before.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she heard herself saying as the waves of pleasure washed through her entire body. He continued to lick her, more gently now, as gradually the intensity of the quivering gradually reduced and she lay there, motionless, spent.

Omar moved up between her legs as her body calmed down. She felt his cockhead touch her pink-petals, her labia, probing the entrance to her cunt. She wasn’t really sure what he was trying to do. Was he really trying to push his cock into her cunt? Surely it was much too large. She could barely get her own finger in there. She jerked her body away from him and succeeded pulling her legs back together and rolling onto her front. Omar pressed down on her shoulders, pushing her breasts onto the carpet immobilizing her and lowered his hips against her ass. She could feel his cock resting in the cleft of her ass now. He moved himself back so that his cock dropped and rested against backs of her thighs. He slid forwards slightly. She could feel his cock once again nuzzling against her the cunt-petals, this time from behind.

“You want it, don’t you?” he whispered in her ear as he moved his cock forward a little further, his cockhead starting to penetrate between her petals just into her cunt. She started to cry, humiliated and defeated. She tried to push him off by getting her knees underneath her, not realizing that this would expose her cunt even more. Omar held her hips and stroked the point of his cock along the length of her petals. She could feel her body starting to quiver again. She rolled away from him, ending up on her back, her arms straining against the ropes.

He grabbed her knees and spread her legs wide and positioned his body between her legs. He moved forwards and nestled his cock in her virgin opening. She scooted back a little to escape but he moved forward too. He pushed her knees out wide, pressing them onto the ground. Between the ropes on her arms and his hands on her legs, she was completely immobilized, leaving her cunt completely defenseless. Slowly she felt his hardness pushing into her, stretching her petals tightly around his cock. She could feel her cunt suddenly resist the invasion strongly. As he continued to press harder against the resistance she felt twinges of pain inside her cunt. With a violent thrust of his hips he tore into her. She screamed in pain and surprise as she felt his member suddenly slide deep into her cunt, the resistance gone. But pain and her body’s intense quivering turned her into a wild animal on heat. Against her will she felt her hips involuntarily rhythmically bucking up underneath him, driving him deep into the back of her cunt.

“I’ve got a cock in my cunt,” she thought. But to her surprise, through all the pain, it felt really good. She was quivering intensely again, she might even burst for a second time, she realized, something she’d never done before.

He lay on top of her, kissing her, driving his tongue into her mouth and his cock into her cunt, crushing her breasts onto her chest. His hips started to rise and fall, fucking her harder now. He reached up and released the bond holding her hands. She half-heartedly tried to push him off her without success. She raked her fingernails down his back, but the pain seemed to just make him wilder and he fucked her violently, slamming his cock into her wet cunt and pressing her ass onto the carpet.

She started to burst again. And in the explosion of pleasure she changed. She wrapped her arms around him, her tongue now seeking his, her hips now rocking in time with his. Then Omar seemed to have an explosion of pleasure of his own. She could feel the difference deep in her cunt as Omar pumped into her, but she still didn’t know what it was. For the first time in her life Adrienne felt a hard cock gradually soften in her cunt until eventually pulled out of her leaving a feeling of emptiness. He rolled off her and lay beside her.

“That was a perfect breakfast,” Omar whispered in her ear.

Now that her body was quiet she felt ashamed that a young Victorian lady could feel such animal passions, could take such pleasure from being forced to submit to the will of the Arab prince. But her natural self-confidence was returning. She reached down and ran a finger between her legs, inspecting the mixture of her juices, her blood and his cum that was seeping from her.

“You bastard,” she said loudly.

She moved and sat on his chest, her legs spread wide provocatively. She lifted herself up so that squatted with her cunt just over Omar’s mouth.

“Clean me up, you bastard.”

“What makes you think you can give me orders?” But he smiled.

She reached down and parted her petals, spreading her sex for him. His tongue snaked out and probed into her, tasting the cocktail of her lost virginity. She gasped at the unfamiliar feeling as he circled inside her opening. She moved back slightly so that his tongue dragged across her gemstone, generating sparks of arousal. Slowly she started to move her hips back and forth, taking her pleasure from the mouth between her thighs. Omar reached up and cradled the cheeks of her ass with his hands, taking some of her weight.

“Make me burst…or whatever it’s really called, again.”

Omar pulled his mouth away from her cunt. “Cum, that’s what it’s called.”

“Make me…cum,” she repeated as if practicing a new word in a foreign language. “Lick my gemstone.”

Omar laughed. “Your what?” He paused. “Ah, that must be what you call your clit.”

She reached up and touched her own nipples, adding to the sensations spreading from between her thighs. They were rock hard like little pink pebbles. She started to stroke the tips of her nipples in time with the little movements of her hips. She was already quivering hard again. The prince between her legs worked his tongue expertly on her gemstone, her clit. Her breathing was getting heavier, her breasts feeling the warmth of her imminent orgasm. She stroked her nipples faster as her excitement crescendoed and she pressed down hard onto Omar’s mouth as she started to cum. The first wave of her orgasm hit her and he pushed his long tongue deep inside her pulsating cunt. It was nothing like as intense as earlier but it was a lovely feeling, like lying in a warm bath. She rolled off him once the tremors died down.

Omar stood up and pulled on his robe and left without another word. Shortly after the young servant girl came back in with a bowl of water and cleaned Adrienne up, especially all the sticky mess between her legs. She just lay there, exhausted, letting the girl do what she wanted.

She had also brought another bowl of warm wax that she painted on Adrienne’s pubic hair before laying a piece of cloth on top. With a smart jerk she pulled the cloth off, creating a jolt of pain and completely clearing a bald strip on her mound. Once her mound was clear the servant moved between her legs and stripped her outer lips of any hair until Adrienne’s cunt was completely bald. The prominent cleft of her sex, that had been hidden from her since her hair had grown, was now clearly visible. She reached down and touched herself experimentally. The soft flesh of her lips felt very different without its coat of hair. She softly touched her gemstone, that she now knew was really called a clit, surprised to find that it was hypersensitive. Once she had some privacy she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist playing with her new cunt, all girlish on the outside and newly knowledgeable inside. The shame of losing her virginity before marriage was tempered by the discovery that sex was a pleasure greater than anything she’d before experienced. Since she had never particularly cared to live by the rules, that was a tradeoff she was happy to have been forced against her will to make.

She put on the long white robe the servant girl had left and walked outside. It was already very hot even though the sun was not high in the sky. Now that it was day she could see that there were about half-a-dozen tents set up and that they were beside an oasis, a small spring creating a bright splash of green against otherwise endless sand. Nobody seemed to pay her much attention so she wandered over by the spring and sat down on the thick grass under the shade of some date palms. She dozed, going over in her mind the experiences of the last day, trying to decide how she would eventually escape but knowing that she wasn’t in any hurry. There were clearly new things to be discovered. She already understood something that had always puzzled her. Why did married men have mistresses in London? She realized that only the mistresses were really privy to the secrets she was discovering, the wives for social convenience and for having babies. She already knew she could never be that kind of wife. Omar had awaked itches inside her that would need regular scratching.

She was awaked by the sound of footsteps. Omar was walking towards her with another woman. She was a very beautiful Egyptian woman with coffee colored skin. He introduced her.

“This is my first wife, Halah. And this is my most recent acquisition for the harem. A European. Her name is Adrienne.”

“Have you broken her in yet,” said Halah ignoring Adrienne.

“Yes, this morning,” said Omar as if discussing a horse or a camel being trained.

“Did she submit easily?”

“No, not at all like a local woman. First she fought back so I had to tie her up. She tastes different from an Egyptian woman too. It must be her European diet. Then, once I’d had her, she was back to being aggressive and made me lick her again.”

“You should have invited me,” said Halah. “I like to watch the new ones when they are still resistant. Is she hairy?”

“Yes. But I’ve already had her hair removed. Would you like to see?” Omar turned to Adrienne. “Take off your robe.”

Adrienne blushed, embarrassed at the thought of being naked in front of this stranger. But she knew he would merely force her so she stood up and slowly pulled her robe over her head and stood there naked. Halah reached out and gently ran a finger over one of Adrienne’s outer lips. She pulled it to one side, inspecting what lay within like she might inspect meat at a butcher.

“Has she swallowed you yet?”

“No. Shall we do that now?”

Adrienne wondered what they were talking about. Halah sat down on the grass and leant against the trunk of a palm tree. She worked the skirt of her robe up to her waist, spread her legs and casually started to masturbate. Adrienne watched, fascinated, never having seen another woman’s cunt before, let alone a woman who was so at ease with her sexuality that she would masturbate in front of a stranger. Halah’s fingers parted her brown lips exposing a flash of pink within.

Omar’s voice interrupted her inspection. “Kneel on the grass.” He pulled his robe off over his head.

He moved in front of her. His cock was in front of her face.

“Take me into your mouth,” he said.

It had never occurred to her that she could take a cock into her mouth. She was at once horrified and excited by the idea. She would have to resist something so nasty as putting his cock in her delicate Victorian mouth. But at the same time she was excited because she knew he would force her to do it anyway, and that would make it still nastier and even more thrilling.

She said nothing but neither did she open her mouth. Omar took one of her hands and wrapped it around his hardening cock and showed her how to masturbate him. Once he was hard he put his hand on the back of her head and guided his mouth to the pink mushroom of his cock. She kept her mouth shut.

To her surprise, Halah reached over and caressed one of Adrienne’s ass cheeks. She let her fingers slip further around so that her fingertips were stroking her.

“You are right, she is strong-willed,” Halah said.

Without any warning, she jabbed two fingers into Adrienne’s cunt. Adrienne cried out in surprise and Omar pushed his cock into her wide-open mouth.

“Move your tongue,” he ordered, pressing his hand against the back of her head so that she could not avoid his cock. Adrienne was simultaneously aroused by having a cock in her mouth for the first time but also self-assertive enough that she wasn’t going to go too willingly. Omar was starting to gently slide his cock back and forth in Adrienne’s mouth.

Halah’s finger slipped back between Adrienne’s labia. “She’s very turned on, you know. Don’t be so gentle. I want to see you really take her.”

Omar pushed his cock deeper into Adrienne’s mouth, into the back of her throat. She gagged on it immediately and he pulled out. He thrust in again, harder and deeper, pushing his cock into her. He held it there for a moment. Adrienne couldn’t really breathe. Then he pulled back until his cockhead was just inside her lips. Gradually Adrienne got used to the feel of Omar’s cock in her throat and if she concentrated she could override her body’s wish to gag. He pulled out of her.

“Lick my balls,” he ordered.

She didn’t think to refuse, her body was now driving her on. She ran her tongue down the length of his cock and caressed his heavy balls with her tongue. She’d never even seen a naked man before yesterday and now here she was pleasuring a man like a Whitechapel whore. Adrienne could feel Halah’s finger now rubbing her juices onto what she’d learned was called her clit. Given everything else that had happened it didn’t even feel odd.

Adrienne sucked one of his balls into her mouth and ran her tongue over it, savoring the way it filled her mouth like a hard-boiled egg. Then she licked his other ball. She slid her tongue back up the length of his cock and wrapped her mouth over him again. He fucked her even deeper, mercilessly pushing his cock down her throat until her nose was pressed against his belly.

He started to fuck her throat harder and faster, clearly close to cumming. He pulled out of her mouth. Halah wrapped her fist around his cock and pumped him. Adrienne was completely surprised when jets of a white substance shot from his cock and splashed across her face and her breasts. She realized that must be what she had felt deep inside her cunt earlier. She licked a little where it had run across her lips. The taste was not unpleasant, like the first time she’d had caviar in London, salty and interesting and delicate.

“She’s good. I think you should keep her and take her back to the palace when we leave at the weekend,” said Halah. She bent down and licked Adrienne’s face clean, a gesture that was both friendly and erotic. Soon the three of them walked back to the nearby tents.

After dinner that night Adrienne was in her tent wondering if Omar would come for her. She was surprised to realize that she would be disappointed if he did not. The dragon of her sexuality now awakened would not be put back to sleep.

Adrienne was almost asleep when he came. He pulled his robe off and lay down naked beside her. He asked nothing of her, instead he watched her, seeing what she would do of her own volition. Adrienne realized she was being tested and her first instinct was thus to do nothing, to give him nothing that he didn’t take from her by force. But her desire was too strong. She moved and straddled his body and sat with one knee on either side of him. She could feel her fleshy outer lips pressed against his soft cock. He watched her as she gently started to slide her hips back and forth, masturbating him with her cunt lips. She didn’t move much and she didn’t move very fast but it was enough. The gentle stroking was making Omar hard. She could feel him growing larger between her lips. His cock was now slick with the juices that had seeped from within her as her own arousal grew. She was sliding her wet cunt over the length of his cock, running her clit over the hard rod too. Her body was already quivering with arousal.

She slid further forward. She could feel the head of his cock at her opening. She changed the angle of her hips and as she slid back she felt his cock slide into her tight cunt. Now as she rocked her hips his cock moved within her cunt, creating electric twinges of excitement that fluttered through her body. Each thrust of her hips also tugged on her clit. She would not last long on top like this before her orgasm burst and she came. She reached behind herself and started to caress his balls with her fingers as she continued to fuck him slowly but deliberately.

She lifted herself off him, turned around and lowered her body back onto his cock. Omar watched the blatant view of his cock sliding in and out of Adrienne’s swollen aroused cunt. He reached out and rubbed a little of her juice onto the tight brown pucker of her unused hole. Adrienne squirmed in horror. Surely he wasn’t really touching her there. But she had to admit that it felt surprisingly good even if it felt against all taboos. As she continued to fuck Omar’s cock, he worked his finger into her ass. She was almost cumming so she started to fuck his cock harder, feeling him speed up finger-fucking her ass. She started to cum, a slow burning sensation that radiated out from her cunt throughout her body. She felt her toes and fingers curl up as the ecstatic wave of joy reached her hands and feet. She felt the hair stand up on her head. Her whole body started to tremble as if she was cold and shivering. She couldn’t believe how intense it was.

She lifted herself off Omar and knelt on all fours like a dog. She felt Omar move behind her and enter her cunt again. He grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard. She could feel his belly on her ass and his balls against her lips. As he fucked her he worked a thumb into her ass again. Adrienne couldn’t believe it when he started to work a second thumb into her, it felt impossible that her asshole would distend enough to accommodate him. But she’d reached the stage that she trusted Omar totally and would let him do anything to her body. After all he already taught her so much in just a day.

Omar removed his thumbs. He pulled his cock from her. His hands were on her ass cheeks. Suddenly he spread her cheeks wide. Before she realized what was happening he pushed the head of his cock into her asshole. Adrienne cried out, it was so intense and so unusual a feeling, painful but nothing like as bad as the loss of her virginity that morning. Omar pulled her hips back, before pushing forward, drilling himself deeper in her tightness. Adrienne whimpered as she felt her asshole spasming on Omar’s cock as gradually he worked it fully into her virgin rear entrance. Eventually her body relaxed, the pain turned to an intense throb and her ass accepted the invasion. She reached back between her legs and started to rub her clit, the quivering arousal drowning out the soreness in her ass.

“Make me come,” Omar ordered her.

She rocked back and forth on her knees, very tentatively at first, feeling his cock slide back and forth in her ass. She was more relaxed now and it was starting to feel really good. She moved faster, listening to his breathing as he got closer to cumming. She felt her own orgasm beginning, and the powerful contractions in her asshole were too much for Omar and he started to cum too, emptying his seed deep into her rectum as her body milked him dry. Finally he pulled out of her leaving a feeling of emptiness as her asshole closed up.

The next few days carried on like this. Adrienne gradually opened up and told Omar about her interest in Egyptian antiquity, the pyramids and the temples up the Nile. Omar told her about the palace that they would leave for at the weekend. It seemed Adrienne was the latest addition to his harem of a couple of dozen women. She felt a feeling of disappointment when she discovered this. She was starting to fall in love with Omar and couldn’t bear the thought of not being special. Even if he didn’t love her back, here at least she was Omar’s new plaything and got all his attention. The only other woman, apart from servants, was Halah, his first wife. He was bored with her since she was not that enthusiastic about sex. She apparently preferred to watch Omar fucking the other wives in the harem, occasionally pressing a finger or tongue into their most intimate places to assert her primacy amongst them all. Once they were at the palace Adrienne would just be one wife among many, fucked only occasionally, unable to sustain the illusion that he loved her too.

The last afternoon before they left for the palace, Adrienne was lying in the shade inside her tent. Adrienne stretched out naked and her finger almost automatically slipped between her legs, just gently stroking the length of her slit, feeling herself as she became wetter. She imagined that Omar was fucking her. She had discovered that her favorite position was with her on her back, cradled in Omar’s muscular arms with her legs wrapped around his back and his cock deep inside her. She felt like Omar was really making love to her as a person rather than simply taking sexual pleasure from her body.

Adrienne spread moved her knee out to open up her sex a little more as she started to allow her clit a little attention. Her other hand moved to a breast and started to rhythmically stroke her nipple. She pushed a finger into herself imagining it was Omar’s cock. He was telling her that she was the only wife in his harem that he cared about, that he would no longer sleep with the others, he only had eyes for her. Adrienne’s hips started to rock as she fantasized about sex and her dreams of the future. She wished that Omar was there that moment.

As if in answer the side of the tent opened and Omar entered. She stopped masturbating, as if she was a naughty girl caught doing something she shouldn’t.

“Carry on,” Omar said. “I love to watch a woman pleasure herself.”

He pulled off his robe and lay down on the other side of the tent, looking up between Adrienne’s thighs to where the gentle movements of her fingertips generated such feelings of pleasure amongst the soft folds of her sex.

“Tell me what you are fantasizing about.”

Adrienne wondered whether to lie but decided to tell him what she was really thinking..

“You are fucking me. I’m on my back with you on top. You are kissing me behind my ears. You are whispering in my ears telling me that I’m the only one in your harem for you, that you will sleep with me every night. My hips are thrusting up to meet your cock. I squeeze your cock with my cunt muscles, bringing you to orgasm. You tell me you love me as I feel you come, feel your hips jerking into me.”

Adrienne stroked herself a little faster now. She looked over to Omar. He was rock hard and stroking his own cock as he watched her lost in her own fantasy world. Adrienne’s climax had been slowly building up for some time and now, as she imagined Omar coming inside her and telling her he loved her she finally let herself come, feeling her orgasm with her finger as she continued to fuck herself.

Omar moved across and covered Adrienne’s body. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled up her knees. She had that wonderful feeling of surrender she had grown to love as Omar pushed into her, her body resisting slightly at first before conceding and admitting his thick cock. Just like in her fantasy he started to kiss her behind the ear where he knew she was sensitive. But he whispered different things in her ears.

“I’m afraid it is not going to be like that. You would hate it back in the harem, you are too proud, too independent, too intelligent, too in love with me.”

Adrienne hugged him tighter, surprised at how well he had read her thoughts.

“So what are we to do?” Adrienne said.

Omar kissed her ear again, whispering very quietly as his cock slowly moved within her. “I like you too much to make you do that so I’m going to let you leave. But your body is too passionate now. You can’t go back to virginity or even celibacy. So I’ve found a new companion for you.”

“But I don’t want a new companion, I want you.”

“You can’t have me, I have my own life and you won’t fit into it. But listen to who your new companion is first. He’s an expert on the monuments of Egypt, he spends his life going up and down the Nile studying them. He will be the perfect master for you.”

“What about his harem?”

“He’s not rich enough to have a harem. Egyptian women aren’t interested in pyramids, they think they are old piles of rock so he has no female companion today.”

Adrienne started to cry. Her dreams were being destroyed. Omar suddenly raised his voice. “Abdul,” he shouted.

A second man entered the tent. Adrienne was shocked that he immediately pulled his robe over his head. His cock was already hard and even bigger than Omar’s. Omar rolled onto his back, pulling Adrienne on top of him, the whole time keeping his cock inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight so that she couldn’t really move.

“Don’t worry,” he said quietly in her ear. “It’s going to be perfect.”

Adrienne felt Omar let his cock slip from inside her.

“I can’t do this,” she sobbed.

“Yes you can. Remember the first day. You are strong. This is your future. He is your master.”

Adrienne felt a cock in her opening again. Omar was holding her immobile so she could not do anything to escape. Abdul was entering her from behind. But he was too large to simply slide into her despite her wetness. He had to put his hands on her shoulders and fuck his way into her.

“That feels good doesn’t it,” Omar whispered as he Adrienne’s feelings switched from pain to pleasure as Abdul finally penetrated her.

Adrienne licked her tears off Omar’s face where he lay beneath her. He kissed her hard and passionately. As she lay there in Omar’s arms, kissing him, even feeling his cock against her belly, Abdul’s huge cock worked her arousal towards orgasm.

Omar tickled her ear with his tongue. “I want you to come for your new master,” he said.

Adrienne started to move her hips, rubbing her clit against Omar’s cock and moving Abdul’s cock inside her. She sat up a little and Omar roughly rubbed his thumbs on her nipples. It took her over the top and she started to come, her cunt spasming on Abdul’s massive member.

“Oh good girl,” Omar said, as Adrienne came and her body was consumed by the fire of her climax.

Abdul pulled out of her and lay on his back. At that moment, Adrienne decided to make a go of it. She would spend a year or two exploring Egypt with Abdul by day, and being his sex-toy by night.

“Would you like me to fuck you?” she said to Abdul.

Without waiting for an answer she straddled him, lifted his cock vertical and lowered herself onto it, using her weigh to push the huge solid piece of meat into herself, gasping a little as it spread her wide. She leant forward and kissed Abdul, who still hadn’t said a word to her. She felt Omar’s cock at her ass and it took a moment before she realized what he intended to do. He parted her cheeks. She leant her body forward and then pushed back, trusting him completely, relaxing her ass to admit the first love of her life into that most personal of places. She felt over-full with both men inside her at the same time. She started to move her hips more vigorously, fucking the two men simultaneously. They were both getting close she knew, under the spell of her sexuality. Omar was fucking her roughly and soon had his release, pumping himself into her tight ass. A few thrusts of her hips more, and Abdul was coming too, she could feel him throbbing inside her cunt. She was busy thinking about her future when she suddenly climaxed, a surprise little orgasm that crept up on her unawares.

The next morning Abdul and Adrienne left to return to the Nile and make their way upstream to the temples and pyramids and tombs. By day they would explore the artifacts that the locals all ignored. By night she would submit to whatever Abdul wished, take his huge cock in whichever orifice he desired. And whenever Omar came to visit them he would take her and she would genuinely try and fight him off, just like that first morning. Omar always gave her the most pleasure when he took his pleasure from her against her will, when he broke her and forced her to submit.

When Adrienne was a grandmother half a century later she would think back to her adventures in Egypt that everyone around her would be shocked to know about, her wild years before she settled down to be a good Victorian wife.