"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.

=> CHAPTER 11

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