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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anna turned around and now noticed that her panicked random mouse clicks had opened the KOURNIKOVA BUKKAKE . Not particularly one of HER personal favourites, and certainly not in the prospect that it would be Prince Uday who was splattering his cum all over her, and 'feeding' her his proteins!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anna felt distinctively looked at...

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

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

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

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

"What...?"

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

She looked at Rashid again, with questioning eyes.

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

"HOLD HER!", Rashid ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was nobody around to help the helpless.

=> CHAPTER 6

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