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..."

=> CHAPTER 4

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