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FOUNDLING: SAUDI DESERT ADVENTURE [ part 53A ] It was hot, not only was it hot, the dry heat literally sucked the moisture out of you body. Thirty-eight fluttering white shapes flowed across the furnace that was the hexagonal flat gray paved surface of the parade ground inside the old Portuguese fortress. It had been built of local stone in the Vaban era. Star shaped with dry sharp angled moats, fifty foot high, hundred feet deep stone walls. Arched casemates, running under the walls inward from the parade ground. All Interconnected by an arched walkway just inside as living quarters and old muzzle loading cannon everywhere. For centuries it had protected the harbor. Its presence enough to keep pirates and raiders away. Its guns constantly upgraded until airpower made such open defensive works irreverent. So it had, for a while descended into first a prison and then abandoned. But a group had, many years ago leased it from the Saudi Sheik, whose territory the harbour was in as a tourist stop and history museum. Tourists came, stopped here, visited the area and moved on. Having them hotelled in the old fort, reduced their interaction with the growing restive locals and provided a four star hotel if any foreign dignitaries decided to stay in the area. The fifty foot wide arched casemates provided numerous cool rooms, the deep wells plenty of water and the diesel engines buried in the great shore battery magazine provided silently generated electricity in excess of their needs. That it's true purpose was a safe house and collection station for the schools Arabic wing never seemed to occur to anyone. Sister B's group could safely acclimatize themselves here for two weeks totally unnoticed. The girls learned to ride swift Saudi Arabian racing camels, wear and function in the Egyptian cotton all encompassing burkas; Proper Islamic females were required to wear in this westernised Islamic fundamentalist state. And most importantly learn to prepare meals, setup tents, load, unload, and care fore their camels and everything required to make them all suitable for desert travel. Sister B, a familiar face to the hotel staff and the surrounding villages, had no problem securing guides and instructors for her charges. They even showed them how to prepare flat bread and cook it in a traditional clay lined hole in the ground. Four of the rescued Arabic girls, originally from this area, had volunteered to accompany them, providing translators for any dialect they might encounter. As usual the greatest problem was the smallest in size. For a California bred and Malibu Beach raised girl. Malibu Barbie was more a water nymph than a beach sand rat. She accepted the cool wrap of the Egyptian cotton Burka as a native, the dry heat was not much worse than she had grown up under. She even toted, lifted and carried as much as any of them. Actually many of the Arabic women confided in Sister B, she would make an excellent daughter-in-law for one of their sons. Her cooking skills being a sure bet to catch her a wealthy husband. But Barbie either hated camels or they hated her. She was thrown, dumped, tossed over their heads and even one attempted to bight her. That one found out to its regret, she had fast as lightning reflexes and could hit anything she aimed at with any rock she happened to pickup. The chief among the ancient Arabic woman who had wanted Barbie to marry her son. Seeing her dilemma took her aside and gave her a strangely configured bronze colored necklace suspended from a fine bronze chain. "Tell no one of my gift, it will be our little secret" She whispered conspiratorially in Barbie's ear. "Let them think you mastered the animals on your own" After that, it was as if the racing camels were honored to bear her anywhere she chose.
None of them had any trouble falling to sleep in this strange land, exhaustion rolling them into their hammocks as pins by a bowling ball. The next morning they rose, to find Barbie had before them, gathering dried dung for fire to heat the twenty one male guards morning breakfast of strong Arabic coffee and flat bread baked over large thin fry pans. "You are adapting to this life well Barbie" The six Arabic students informed her. They pitched in adding dung to the fire, flipping the bread dough between their palms and onto the skillets. Serving dates and the coffee. As they had been taught in their own homes feeding the men came first. Sister B sent girls to see to Barbie's animals as she prepared food for them all, apparently with long accustomed ease. Sister B knew Barbie was a trained chef and used to cooking, but was sure she had not been one of the ones taught the bread flipping from open palm to open palm trick. And an oversight had them building the fires they had been all taught on with straw. Sister B wondering who had taught Barbie to use dried camel dung here in the field? One of the younger of the Sheik's crack border guards attempted to sweep white Burka concealed Barbie into his lap, but their sergeants sharp words soon had him putting her gently down. "He told him this little cook was worth her weight in gold, she is better than his own wife. And if anyone touched her again he would find himself on permanent tail end duty, eating our dust all day" One of the Arabic students informed Sister B." They do not realize she is one of us, because she appears to know both our local ways and customs. As he used a phrase indicating it was too bad she was not available for purchase as a wife" After all had eaten, the girls transferred the cargo from the trucks to the camels. Here the local guides greatly assisted with the arrangement of the wooden frame palanquins supporting the loads on the camels backs and supporting sand colored tarps over the heads of the riders of the racing camels. By nine AM they were off. Forty riding camels, one hundred and twenty pack camels and forty extra camels in a caravan almost a half a mile long. Sister B, her two guides and Malibu Barbie in the lead. The Arabian Desert border guards ranging ahead and all around. No one but Sister B and Barbie having any idea were they were going. And only Sister B knowing why. A light funnel cloud dancing as a dervish swept up and out of their tacks an hour after they made them. Leaving no sign of their passage. As if they all had never been there at all, as it had been instructed. By late evening the camels trodden on undirected, their unheeding passengers no more inclined to move a sweat drenched muscle than necessary. Many had dozed off from the heat and rhythmic walk of their camels. A rocky depression held a windmill driven well; feeding a palm sheltered s low stone walled pool thirty feet across. The desert guards dismounted and hobbled their camels off to one side and then led the girl's camels near the pool. Sister B, Barbie and the Arabic girls swiftly assisted the sleepyheads down, laying them in neat rows under the shade of the palm trees. By the time Barbie had her fires going, they had been rousted, allowed a few sips of water and sent off to, unpack the camels, water them and set up the tents. Half an hour later, Barbie walked over to the head of the Desert Guards, where they sat in a circle under the palms across the pool. Knelt and offered the large platter of sweetmeats, figs and hot flat bread she had prepared for them. "You are truly worth your weight in Gold British Sovereigns Malibu Barbie" He whispered to her, in a very British accented English. A wide-eyed Barbie dared look up. But it was still the dusky skinned, bearded Arabic desert warrior she gazed upon. Another quick glance as she backed up, showed the rest of the warriors smiling approval of her paying homage of first food to their leader. But she did not see the fierce look on the one who had already decided to acquire her for him self. Soon Sister B and the girls were all fed and Barbie sat beside her cooling fire, finally eating what was left. "You should eat as you prepare to feed others" One of the Arabic girls said as the cleaned up and erased any sign of Barbie's cooking. The rescued Arabic girls who had accompanied them from the school as advisers and translators had always helped with the cooking and cleanup. But had never spoken to Barbie until now. "I was trained to only eat when everyone was full" Barbie replied. "For a European little girl you certainly know how to please an Arabic male" Another cheerily added. "Are you as good without any clothes on?" "I have been trained to serve an Alpha male for years, clothed or not" Barbie smiled replied. "You could say it comes naturally to me" "And were did you learn to cook our way so well and offer the headman your food preparations first" The original girl inquired. "I just appear to know" Barbie replied. "I have been trained as a chef by both French and English chefs" "And Pharisee, our language" She inquired. "I guess I am a fast learner," Barbie said, fingering the amulet the older woman had placed around her neck, and felt it tingle " This day was repeated endlessly as the column neared its goal. The girls learned to live without bathing and found the loose clothing allowed the fine sand to flow out as fast as it flowed in. and its movement constantly allowed or forced air to move over, and thereby cool their bodies. The heat of the day, and the sudden descent into cold as soon as the relentless sun went down taxed every ones stamina. And if the wind whipped up the fine sand an almost daily occurrence. The girls were taught rapping the fine loose cloth hanging free at the end of their head dress around their heads, allowed them to see and it filtered out the sand from getting into their eyes nostril's and mouth as they struggled to breath. Every morning Barbie was up first, gathering the dried Camel dung and starting her cooking fires. The dry materials for flat bread had been premixed and all Barbie was supposed to do was add water, but she added tiny amounts of spices from her own stash she was never without. And even added a little seasoned water to the next days dried meats in its zip lock bags, the night before. She brewed a fierce hot tea the guards sipped eagerly, and even Sister B complimented her on the ability of her morning coffee to jumpstart everyone's day. The fierce desert warriors had even begun to compliment her on her cooking by devouring everything she fed them, except for the tiny morsel custom required they leave to show they had ate their fill. And when she surprised them with fresh mint tea on the appropriate Islamic feast day, the most senior warriors even pecked her forehead with a kiss as she served them. Indicating to all, this little set of blue eyes and all the rest enshrouded under it's white burnoose was under their protection as if she had come from their own household, a great honor for an unattached girl indeed. Barbie's eyes shone at the compliment and the Arabic girls were extremely pleased and respectful to her thereafter. One day about late afternoon Sister B thought she noticed the endless sand dunes start to decrease, and by evening the terrain had changed to a rocky hillsides and hard sand flats. They pitched their tents in the lee of a large outcrop of reddish rock and she noticed the men pitched theirs a hundred feet away. That night, just before bed, the Desert Guard's leader walked over and slid into Sister B's tent. She had a stiletto at his throat before he could raise his head as it passed through the tent opening. "You mistress did not have me killed when I unknowingly delivered the poor dead girl in that box" He whispered in his very upper class British accent. " I have spent the last year desperately trying to redeem myself' "I do not always agree with Sister A's discussions" Sister B replied. Not letting go if his head, nor withdrawing the stiletto at his jugular. "But I will listen" "My men will only accompany your group until nightfall tomorrow" He quietly said. "Beyond that, even I will not go" "Why?" Sister A inquired. "No male anything has ever come back from beyond the next oasis" He whispered. "We even made sure everyone of your camels were female for that reason" "Thank you for your support" Sister B replied. "Will you be waiting for our return?" "Only for fourteen days" He replied. "That is as long as I can hold them there. The water is sweet and plentiful, and the date palms fruitful. I will tell them it is a rest camp"
Bridenapped Malibu Barbie had finished cleaning her prized frying pan with clean sand and slipped it into its case on her back. Its weight a comfortable link to her school and that life. She was dead tired and stumbled a bit as she maneuvered between the tightly packed tents of her already sleeping schoolmates, making her way to Sister B's tent. "Suddenly a hand clamped over her mouth and an arm wrapped its self around her waist lifting her diminutive form up. She tried screaming and struggling, and then a sharp slap across the side of her burnoose wrapped head sent her into darkness. Barbie awoke, her body swaying under the rhythmic pace of a camel. Her wrists tied behind her back and her elbows pulled tightly together. She was tied upright under a shade on top of a baggage palanquin. Her frying pan's backpack, not in its familiar place strapped diagonally across her back. That above all annoyed her the most. After all she had been kidnapped more times than she could remember, and life had been rather dull the last month or two. The lead rope of her camel was attached to the saddle of one of the Desert Patrols camels just ahead, and someone in one of their flowing uniforms rode in its saddle. "This will only annoy my master" Barbie spoke out. The leading camel was immediately pulled up short, and within a few paces, the one Barbie was tied to came abreast of it. "If you open your mouth once more without permission you will be walking barefoot behind instead of riding on this camel, with your tong cut out for good measure" Threatened the pair of dark eyes that was all she could discern of her captor. The long curved talwar blade he thrust almost into her eyes punctuated his threat. "Holy shit is he in a bad mood" Was all Malibu Barbie could think. "I really do not want him to find out I am a light skinned American beach bunny not a dusky skinned Arabic desert flower very soon" They trotted on until dusk and the kidnapper made no other comment or approached her again, until unfastening her from the kneeling hobbled camel and then hobbling Barbie the same way. Handing her both a large sack of provisions and the one containing her precious frying pan. Barbie built a fire of dried palm fronds. And began mixing the flat bread past with water from one of the large bags hanging from his camel in the plastic zip lock bag it was prepared in. As she was hobbling back past the front of it he appeared, lifted her up by the loose cloth at the middle of her neck throwing her down a few feet away, and switching her backside a dozen strokes with the quirt that always hung from his right wrist. "Do not try to give away our position with a smoky fire again" He threatened. "They will arrive only to find your miserable carcass food for vultures with its throat slit" "Barbie stifling her sobs, meekly inquired. "Then from what do I build a fire to cook for you?" "The same as you used, but do not leave it unattended while you wander off" He replied. "Now get on with it, or are you begging for more?" Barbie slowly rose, and with head bowed hobbled off to continue cooking. About half an hour later she again carried a metal platter of food to the headman as he knelt cross-legged in his tent. Except this one was alone except for his captive. She stayed kneeling in front of him until he thrust the nearly empty platter back in front of her face. "Eat what I have benignly left you and cleanup both yourself and the cooking fire" He ordered. A stiff Barbie wolfed down what little of the bread she had cooked and the bits of dried meat and figs he had left her, then standing, turned to leave. He was on her in an instant driving her down with repeated blows of the quirt. "You will move only when I order it and always back out of my presence" He threatened, throwing her out into the night. "Damn he is a hard master" Barbie thought to herself. "But I have survived worse" She cleaned up and then hobbled back to sit quietly just outside his tent flap. It was over an hour later when he charged out, quirt raised yelling for her, but pulled himself up short and silent when he saw her kneeling there. "Inside" He ordered, and Barbie rose and followed him in. The interior was softly lit and a double thickness of carpet covered the middle area. A pillow at its center and four extra metal camel restraining stakes driven deep at the four corners of the carpets confirmed Barbie's thoughts of what the sleeping arrangements would be. He was now only wearing a soft white shift, his midnight black curly hair and hansom tanned face, gave an impression of a male Barbie could have served with pleasure. But his mastery was amply displayed with the quirt still hanging from his wrist. "Kneel" He ordered and reaching down unfastened the white scarf that hid the lower part of her face. "How old are you?" He inquired. "Thirteen" Barbie replied. That she would outlive his greatest grandson was not relevant right now. "Old enough to be acquired for a man's pleasure" He said. "And how many times have you heard variations of that phrase Malibu Barbie?" She thought to herself. "Strip" was his next order and Barbie smiled, now that her current master had decided to use her best skills, swiftly complied. It had been too long since her tender young early teenage body had received a really good fucking. "You are not one of us," He said surprised as Barbie's silken under slip came over her head and she let if fall behind her on the carpet, revealing her pert tanned all over northern European descendant body. "But I can please you nevertheless" She softly replied, submissively dropping to her knees and slipping her hands under his white Egyptian cotton shift. Her left cheek rubbing itself on his cock. His maleness aroused by Barbie's very experienced hands soon exposed the rampant desires of his mind brought to practical reality. Her tong caressed its tip, slid along its length and tickled its base. Then she returned to the tip and gradually devoured it. Then slowly began rocking her reddish blond hared head back and forth until he could not hold possibly hold his sperm in any longer. A hard backhand sent a shocked Barbie's body spinning off to the carpet at his feet. He then lifted her up and flung her to the tent's center. He dropped his larger, stronger body on top of hers and effortlessly stretched out first her left and right arms, pinioning their wrists with leather thongs to the ring in the stakes. Then he knelt grabbing first her left then right ankle, securing each as the wrists with leather thongs to the rings at top the iron stakes. Barbie's body was restrained, but not stretched. That is until a powerful arm under her tiny waist lifted her up until she was taught, sliding two hard saddlebags under, withdrawing and leaving Barbie's stretched out, bent backwards ready for use. "Well I do perform best while restrained" Barbie thought, but cringed when she saw his fingers grip the quirt. Slash, it struck her right hip, Slash, it hit her flat stomach Slash, it struck her breasts, her nipple rings bouncing as her breaths now came in short gulps. Slash, it struck her other hip Slash, it struck her with an upstroke right between her outstretched legs, This finally brought a scream out of Barbie's clenched lips. She had been determined not to please him with her screams, but he had soon learned how to punish a female. His next blow fell across her breasts again, but she bit her lip and kept it in. Through her tear-filled eyes she saw him kneel, and felt his right hand on her right inner thigh. Then his finger slipped inside her oozing slit. Withdrew and transferred her special sex lubricant to his lips. "Sweet Nectar of Life" He exclaimed. Barbie disassociated her body from the waves of pain it was sending to her brain, as she knew what was always next. Better to concentrate on pleasing her current master and worry about the abuse he was inflicting on her body later. Sure enough she felt the dry skin of his larger hips against the sweat glistened skin of her outstretched upper legs. Then his right hand guiding his maleness into the advance of his target.
Barbie, half dazed from the rape, felt his hands releasing her outstretched arms and legs. Her body was quivering near the edge its own orgasm. She hopped her efforts had pleased him and the rest of the night would be gentler on her body. "I enjoyed taking your white bodies hymen, no mater what the Desert Guard do to me," He said holding her sweating tear streaked face in his powerful hand. "In the eyes of my people your body is mine as long as I want it" He then rolled her over, effortlessly drew her arms behind her, drawing up her ankles and fastening her into a classic hog tie. He then wrapped her in one of the carpets and rolled her to one side. As she lay there in the darkness, her sore and abused body hindering sleep, the silence stretched on interminably until rudely broken. He had fallen asleep and he snored. A good Day to Die: The next thing Barbie knew was when she found herself again bouncing to the rhythm of a camel, but this time it was moving much faster across the increasingly rocky landscape. She had been roughly wrapped in her robes and again tied like another package on top of the baggage camel. At each rise, he would stand tall in the saddle and search the horizon. Sometimes he slipped back down slowly, and they continued on in the direction they had been travelling, but more and more he bounced back down, roughly yanking the reigns of his camel to send them off in a new direction. They did not stop at midday, and Barbie finally had to pee herself and wriggle a little to ease her bonds. A few minutes later they rounded a huge rock to find themselves at the edge of a gigantic shallow depression, whose edge was composed of a ridge of sharp black rock. This up thrusting ridge curving away to the left and right as far as the eye could see. "Something akin the bottom jaw of an impossibly large shark " Barbie mused. At its edge, he again checked the horizon all around and slumping down led them over the edge down into the sloping inside. "Why does this bowl show on the hand drawn maps, but not on the satellite or Arial shots I viewed in my research" Barbie wondered." Not even the side scans magnothermic intrusions, that indicates geographic fault lines and underground water sources show it" Barbie's skin tingled as she crossed over. Her aches and pains from the tightly bound rope today and the bondage and rape of the night before gradually faded away. Ahead of her, she saw her captor slump in the saddle. And as before, he finally drew up near a rocky outcrop to pitch his tent. Only loosening Barbie's bindings and hobbling her afterwards. She stiffly climbed down as he walked away and was unpacking the baggage camel as Barbie moved away to find a place to relieve herself. "You stink like a whore" He gruffly noted. "Only because you treat me like one" Barbie replied, ready to bolt if he approached her. But he either missed the sharp reply or ignored it and dumped the camel's cargo in a pile near the tent. They still needed to eat, but this time Barbie ate her fill as she cooked or prepared it. The plate she presented kneeling in front of him was actually her leftover this time. Again he ate his fill, but this time it was over an hour before his quivering right hand thrust the plate and his leftovers under her downcast gaze as she knelt in front of him. And this time he had only eaten half of it. A furtive glance showed his sweat-dampened face with quickly blinking eyelids. She ate a little and secreted the rest in a zip lock bag inside her robes. As darkness fell, he came out on unsteady legs to find her seated as before just outside his tent flap. But to night he just tied her hands behind her back and rolled her in a carpet. "I am very glad I am not casstraphobic," Barbie thought to herself. The smell of Mariwana wafted into her nostrils a few minutes later. "Never cared for either drugs or alcohol myself" Barbie sniffed. " I have enough adventures like this one to keep myself occupied" Barbie awoke still wrapped as meat in one of her famous cabbage rolls and squirming to lift her head found daylight streaming through the tent walls. She rocked back and forth, tentatively at first, to see if he would punish her for it. And finally after rolling up against the tent walls a few times, managed to get enough momentum going to roll herself right out of the carpet. She struggled to stand up, loosening her headscarf and finally managed to first get to her knees and leaning against one of the tents poles, shoved herself to a standing position. Her captor lay sprawled just inside the tents entrance flaps as if he had simply collapsed face first. She poked him gently with her hard leather soled saddled feet, and received only a low moans. So Barbie knelt down and with her teeth and very manipulative tong undid the flap holding his dagger from his belt and drawing it out with her teeth backed away. Then she lowered herself down and with a great deal of damage to her slender wrists by the leather thong he had bound them with gradually worked them back over her tight firm ass cheeks down her legs and under her tightly drawn up feet. Once her now bleeding wrists was in front of her she used them to reposition the knife deep in her mouth and then sawed her at her restraints until she was free. All this time her captor was starting to moan louder and his body began to show movement. Just as she was almost through her bonds he tried to pull his head up as if he was doing pushups, but after two tries, that froze Barbie in mid cut, he slumped back down. One free Barbie sprang up and gathering the water bag hanging on a pole just beside him walked over to were he lay. She knelt down and was trying to poor a little cool water on his head when a hand reached out and grabbed her left ankle. "Got You" He said trying to lift himself up with the other trembling arm. "Not this time Barbie" replied as the thick hard leather sole of her other foot delivered as hard a blow as she was able to the underside of his rising jaw. An "OOOF" escaped his drool-spattered lips, his eyes rolled up and he collapsed back down. "Just because you kidnapped me does not make you my master" Barbie informed his unconscious form. "And anyway if you had only asked politely back in the caravan, I would have gladly let a hard body like yours fuck my brains out every night, creating no problems for both of us" Around mid afternoon the white burnoose clad form of Sister B slid up out of the hard terrain and crept very cautiously towards the tent flap that was moving listlessly in the almost dead air. She held a dull black military automatic in one hand and a glistening Roman Spatha cavalry sword in the other. It parted the tent flap with the point of her blade and an instant later was inside. A very untranslatable yell in pure aincient German sounded across the desert, startling the three camels within hearing distance. "So what took you so long?" Inquired a smiling Barbie sitting cross-legged on the bound body of her unconscious captor at the center of the tent eating a little flat bread and a few figs from a metal plate. |