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The American Princess - Part 1
By Old Boy ( Mm+/gf+ nc ir )
This story is fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons or events is coincidental.
The Sultanate
Sultan Abdullah was concerned about his only son, Crown Prince Omar. After fathering numerous daughters by his many wives and concubines, one of them had finally delivered a healthy boy. Prince Omar therefore had been very spoiled by all his sisters and aunts as he was growing up, yes and by the sultan himself.
As the absolute ruler of a small oil-rich African Islamic state, old Sultan Abdullah had witnessed many changes in the customs of the nations around him during his reign. His father had passed away from some illness when Abdullah was still in his teens. At that time slavery was still common in many places although there had been pressure from the outside world to abolish it.
There had also been pressure for him to give up some of his authority and establish a parliament. He had allowed the formation of a rubber-stamp assembly but it had little authority. Abdullah remained the absolute ruler of his state and if anyone disagreed with him they could wind up in prison. This was as it was meant to be, in his royal opinion.
Most countries had given in to outside pressure and freed their slaves. However in a few places slavery was simply driven underground. Officially the practice was declared to be illegal, but such laws were not often enforced. Such was the case in Abdullah's state too, at least where pretty foreign girls were concerned.
Indeed there were still occasional private auctions where the elite wealthy nobility could bid on attractive girls who had been abducted from abroad and smuggled into the country. Most of Abdullah's many brothers and cousins, all of them princes in their own right, had at least a few such girls in their harems. None of the princes were interested in ending this practice.
Many of the young women in his own harem had been obtained this way. In time they came to accept their condition as Abdullah treated his concubines well and they did not lack for comforts. It had been an annoyance to him that his women delivered only female babies though until at last his only son Omar had been born.
Abdullah had then elevated the boy's mother from one of many concubines to become his fourth and final wife. As time passed the boy grew up to become a young man, now 13 years old. He enjoyed all the privileges of his rank as the Crown Prince. Everyone treated him with much deference as they knew that one day Omar would likely become their next ruler.
However Omar showed little interest in the many adolescent girls that were presented to him to play with and learn about sex. This of course greatly concerned his father. If the boy did not get busy making babies of his own, one day the royal line would end and one of his many uncles would become the next ruler. Abdullah certainly did not want that.
Then one day Omar was caught playing with one of his little half-sisters. He had the child undressed and was examining her bare body between her legs. Abdullah was pleased to learn of this. At last the boy was taking an interest in girls. The little girl, Princess Alma, was the daughter of a Swedish concubine. She took after her mother and had the fairest skin and lightest hair of any daughter that Abdullah had ever fathered.
Abdullah had Omar brought before him to question him. The boy was not too concerned about this. He knew his father would not do anything against him.
"Well my son, I am told that you were caught playing with your sister, Princess Alma. You had her undressed and were examining her small body. Is this true, Omar?"
The boy smirked at his father. "Yes father, it is true. She is such a pretty little girl, so fair of skin and with such fine hair. She has no hair between her legs yet and she has no fat tits either. I enjoyed examining the strange girl hole she has between her legs."
Abdullah smiled indulgently. "I see. So you prefer fair-skinned girls to our own darker kind, do you? Well I like the light-skinned ones too, such as your own mother. But what is this about liking girls without pubic hair, and not caring for fat tits?"
Omar said, "Yes father, that is true. I know that you have been sending me numerous African girls with tits to play with during the past year since I turned 12, hoping to interest me in girls. But I really don't care much for those girls with their dark skin, their wiry hair between their legs, nor their fat tits."
Abdullah frowned. To him his son's desires were not quite natural. How could the boy fail to appreciate girls of his own kind and how could he object to their curvaceous bodies and nice tits? Well at least he had shown interest in one little girl, Alma.
"You know son, you really should not play with your own sister that way. I am told that you nearly poked your finger all the way into her little vagina before the eunuch made you stop. That would break her hymen and ruin her virginity and make her unsuitable for marriage to a nobleman. Are you aware of that, Omar?"
Omar grinned at his old father. "Yes sir, I do realize that. But if I do take her virginity I will then take her into my new harem as my first concubine. I know you would like for me to establish my own harem, is that not so, father?"
Abdullah frowned again. "Yes I would like to see you begin a harem Omar, but not with your own sister. Remember that she is herself a princess and therefore she should not become a concubine. Nor could you be allowed to marry your own sister. Alma is not for you, my son. You must find other girls to satisfy your interests. In time I hope you will come to appreciate curvaceous girls with their nice tits, even if you do not at present."
Omar shrugged. "Perhaps I will father, but for now I prefer fair-skinned girls like Alma with only small tits and no body hair. Where can I find such girls to begin my harem?"
Abdullah thought for a moment. Was the boy old enough and discreet enough to keep an important secret? He said, "Suppose I told you son, that there is a secret place where such girls may be found and acquired. What would you say to that?"
Omar smirked again. "Oh, you mean the secret slave market, father? I have heard rumors that there is such a place, and it is said that you acquired many of your concubines there including my own mother. It is true then, isn't it?"
Abdullah did not like it that someone had been so indiscreet as to tell Omar about the slave market where pretty foreign girls could still be bought. "Who has told you about this, my son?"
Omar paused before replying. "I would not care to reveal my source, father. I know you will not punish me but you might punish the one who confided in me. Let me say this. I know that the slave market is a sensitive subject. My source trusted me not to reveal this to anyone but you father, and I promise you that I will keep the secret."
Abdullah nodded. Evidently his son understood the need for discretion in this matter. "Well said, Omar. Very well then, you may accompany me to the next slave auction. Hopefully you will see a pretty foreign girl there who meets with your approval. If so, she can become the first of many concubines that I would wish you to have and enjoy."
Omar grinned. "Thank you father, I look forward to that. I thank you for trusting me with this sensitive and confidential matter and I promise that I will not disappoint you."
Abdullah was pleased with the boy's response. Omar was indeed growing up. He would take him to the next secret slave auction and let the boy pick out a fair-skinned little beauty to be his own plaything. Perhaps he would finally become interested in fucking with such a girl and eventually making babies with her.
The Abduction.
Lisa was a pretty girl just 10 years old. She was an American girl who had long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She had been so excited when her parents told her that they had decided to take her along with them on a Mediterranean cruise. It promised to be fun.
Indeed the family enjoyed the comforts of the luxury cruise ship as well as the many interesting foreign ports they visited. Like most tourists they acquired numerous items that were manufactured and offered primarily to the tourist trade. Little of it was authentic goods used by the local people but most tourists were ignorant of that.
Then the ship called at a certain port along the North African coast. Mother and father strolled through the interesting bazaar with its odd sights and smells. Their pretty daughter Lisa tagged along behind them, her long blonde hair drawing much attention from the darker native people. To them the child was quite different and exotic.
A certain gang of thugs was on the lookout for just such interesting girls. A couple of men followed discreetly at a distance behind the foreigners, looking for an opportunity. The couple moved along from one merchant stall to another but the girl stayed behind to examine something that had caught her eye. This was the opportunity the men sought.
Lisa suddenly had a hand clamped over her mouth to prevent any outcry. She was scooped up off her feet and carried away down a darkened narrow corridor before her parents were even aware that she was no longer with them. The kidnapers rushed her off to a small building away from the bazaar and took her inside.
Soon she found herself gagged and bound, helpless. She was handled roughly by a couple of dark men speaking a language she did not understand. One of them ran his hand up under her skirt and rubbed her through her panties. He slipped a finger beneath the leg band of her panties and poked gently at her hole there. She did not like that. The man said something to his companion and they both laughed.
There was another girl there with her. In the dim light Lisa saw that the other girl was similarly gagged and bound. Lisa was aware of the smell of urine and she realized that the other girl must have peed her pants. Lisa was terrified and she wondered what was going to happen to her. She also felt an urgent need to pee but somehow as she squeezed her legs together the feeling passed.
Her eyes gazed about the nearly dark room. There were no windows and only one door. She felt tears flowing down her cheeks. "Where are the damn marines when you need them," she whispered to herself.
Lisa sat there for some time before the door opened again. She saw two more men enter the small room, carrying a third girl. She saw her struggle vainly against them but she knew the girl had no chance. She watched as they quickly got her bound and gagged too. The other two girls were a little older than Lisa. She noticed they already had bumps on their chests.
Only recently had her own small nipples begun to swell but for some reason the swelling seemed to have stopped. She was beginning to wonder if her small buds would ever grow any larger than a dime. Her mother told her though that she should not worry. She would get her breasts in due time.
But that was not her immediate concern. Lisa wanted to get out of this horrid place. She wanted to know what was going to happen to her and the other girls next while at the same time she was afraid to know. Whatever was going to happen to them it could not be good. More tears trickled down her cheeks.
Time passed slowly for the three terrified girls. Then a well-dressed fat man entered the building along with two burly servants. Lisa watched as the fat man put his hands all over the other two girls, appraising them. He even exposed their small breasts.
She cringed as the fat man walked over to her. The fat man reeked of sweat and stale perfume. He poked and poked at her small body. He touched places no one was supposed to touch, at least not yet. Then much to her regret he pulled her shirt up and pinched her slightly swollen girl nipples.
She tried pleading with the man to stop but she was rebuffed by his cruel laughter and her gag. Finally the man stopped prodding her small body. He left her and started to talk to some other men who had just entered the room.
He talked with the other men and they seemed to be haggling over the price. Finally the fat man had one of his servants pull out a bag. He counted out some money and handed it to the other men.
It was getting dark outside now. The bound girls found themselves carried out to a waiting van. They were placed inside on the carpeted floor. Then the fat man got into the front seat. One of his servants got in back with the girls and his other servant drove the van away.
The van bounced along over some rough roads. Lisa did her best to hold her water but eventually she just had to pee. The servant with her just chuckled and mopped up the piss before it soaked into the carpet of the van. He was used to doing this with captive girls. It seemed like many hours later that they finally came to a stop.
The girls were brought out of the van and carried inside a Bedouin tent. It was dimly lit with a lantern. Finally the girls were un-gagged and freed from their bonds. They were far from civilization in the desert now and had no place to go. A couple of Arab women in long black robes undressed the girls.
Then the foreign girls were stood up naked in the center of a circle of men who looked them over and made comments about them. Being that these girls were infidels they were not under the protection of Allah. The men ran their hands over the girls' young bodies, assessing them as they would if they were buying camels. They seemed to be satisfied with the three girls.
The fat man's two servants were then rewarded by being given the two older girls to play with. The burly men took them off to the sides of the tent. The fat man took Lisa over to another area. Evidently part of the bargain they had struck with these nomad traders included letting the men rape the captive girls before transferring them to the Bedouins.
Lisa heard the other girls screaming as they were molested. Then the fat man's pudgy fingers were poking at her body and hurting her. Lisa screamed as the man shoved his middle finger into her tight pussy and really hurt her. The man chuckled as he broke the young girl's hymen.
In the old days the virginity of captured girls was prized and protected until they could be sold to their eventual owners. Virginity brought a premium price back then as it assured that the girl was free of venereal disease and not pregnant. But in modern times these factors could be quickly determined by a medic. Virginity no longer commanded much of a premium and many abductors of girls now enjoyed their bodies before selling the girls.
So it was that young Lisa had to endure a cruel rape at the hands of the pudgy fat man. He soon had his thick cock shoved deep inside the girl's tight vagina. He nearly crushed the girl beneath his heavy bulk as he fucked her intently, sweating like the pig he was. Lisa's tears and cries of distress only added to his enjoyment of the foreign girl's small body.
The man tried to hold back and enjoy fucking the girl longer but her vagina was so tight that he could not hold back very long. Soon enough he cried out and spilt his foul seed deep inside the poor girl's raped body. Lisa could feel it squirting deep inside her.
Something strange and new stirred inside her as Lisa became aware of her first sexual response. But the fat man was done with her before the new feeling could be brought to fruition. Her first orgasm would have to wait until some other time.
Apparently at least one of the other girls was brought to orgasm by her rapist though. Lisa heard the girl cry out in an animalistic scream of pure lust as her body convulsed with sexual pleasure. Lisa could only see her dimly in the light from the lantern as the girl and her attacker moved in the shadows across the large tent from her.
The men all chuckled at the girl's response and made crude comments to one another in their strange language. Lisa could only wonder about what had happened to the girl to make her cry out like that. At least it seemed that the men were done with the foreign girls for now.
They were turned over to the Arab women. They were given strange food to eat and a small amount of water to drink. Water was precious in the desert and was not to be wasted. The women cleaned the girls up a bit and then dressed them in similar dark black shrouds. Lisa and the others were soon covered from head to toe with only their eyes allowed to peek out at the world around them.
The fat man and his companions were paid by the Bedouin traders and they left to return to the coastal city. The Bedouins packed up their tents and moved on the next morning, traveling across the desert. Lisa and the other girls were allowed to talk with one another but they were also encouraged to learn the Bedouin dialect of Arabic as the women taught them over the next few weeks.
It was a hot grueling journey but the girls endured and gradually learned about the harsh life that these nomads lived. They were taught to help with food preparation and other chores. Occasionally one of the men would bed down with one of them at night and the girls eventually got used to being taken and used that way. Women were meant to serve the needs of men in that culture but the men did not treat them too harshly.
The other girls were Tammy, a red-haired British girl of 12, and Heather, another American blonde who was 11 years old. It had been Tammy who had cried out with an orgasm when the girls were first raped. Eventually Heather was also bought to an orgasm. Lisa still had not quite got there yet although she was well aware of sexual stirrings.
As the girls picked up the language they learned from the women that they were on their way to a strange country where they were to be sold as sex slaves to wealthy men. The women assured them that from what they had heard, the girls would enjoy pampered lives in rich men's harems. Indeed the women seemed to be somewhat envious of them.
The Slave Market
After some weeks the camel caravan crossed the desert and arrived in a relatively lush area of sub-Saharan Africa. There were date palms here and there and other vegetation, a welcome change from the bleak unending sands of the Sahara. They entered a city that had an odd mix of old brick buildings along with modern buildings of steel and glass. The girls learned that they had arrived at the capital city of a small oil-rich sultanate.
The Bedouin traders sold the girls off and bid them goodbye, even asking for Allah's blessings upon the pretty foreign girls. Soon they found themselves bedded down in the cellar of an older brick building. As they looked around the girls discovered that there were many other girls being held here, all of them captives to be auctioned off as slaves.
Lisa, Heather, and Tammy were given baths, a welcome chance to lose the dirt and grime that they had acquired on their journey across the desert. They were also given good food, a welcome change from the spartan diet they had eaten during their journey. The girls decided that this was a definite improvement over what they had recently endured.
A nurse examined them. She took urine samples and drew some blood for analysis. After a couple of days the girls were cleared as being free of disease or an undesired pregnancy. They and most of the other girls being held were now considered to be suitable for the next slave auction. Indeed it was to be held in just a few days.
Lisa and the other girls were instructed by the auctioneers as to how they were to walk and present themselves to potential buyers, smiling as though welcoming their impending sale into slavery. They practiced and were rewarded with treats for good behavior or they were scolded if they did not present themselves satisfactorily.
On the day of the auction the girls were all bathed and perfumed and their hair was done up nicely, presenting the girls at their best. They were given flimsy see-through gowns to wear, nothing else to cover their bodies. Lisa felt nearly naked in her gown as did the other girls. However there was nothing they could do about it.
The girls could hear the murmur of men's voices in the large auction hall as many men arrived and took their seats. Then as the auction commenced the girls lined up and paraded on a raised stage before the men. Most of them were dark-skinned although there were a few men who appeared to be of mixed race. All of the men were well attired though, obviously wealthy.
There was much chatter as the men assessed the young foreign slave girls, making comments to one another about them and deciding on which girls they wanted to place their bids. The girls felt somewhat embarrassed about being paraded before so many men nearly naked but after enduring the hardships of a desert crossing and frequent rapes, this could easily be endured too.
As Lisa moved along in step with the other girls she spotted a well-dressed boy sitting on a raised dias next to a splendidly dressed old man. Evidently these were people of much importance. The boy was looking at her keenly and so she smiled at him. Little did Lisa know it but she had attracted the attention of Crown Prince Omar.
The auction began. From off stage the girls could see a little of what was happening as other girls were presented one by one to the assembled throng. Some of the more attractive girls brought spirited bidding by the horny men who wanted them.
Heather was one girl who brought such bidding. Eventually a wealthy old merchant won her with a high bid. Lisa hoped that she would not wind up as a slave girl to such an old man, wealthy or not. She remembered the boy she had seen and wondered if he might bid on her. Somehow she felt that she might enjoy being his slave girl.
Tammy also brought many bids as the men were much interested in her exotic red hair. Again it was a wealthy older man who won her with a high bid. Lisa feared that she too might be auctioned off to an old man. No doubt he would keep her busy sucking his limp old cock and trying to get it stiff enough to fuck her. She had learned about this from one of the older Bedouin men who had recently held her captive.
Then it was Lisa's turn to parade onto the stage before the men. At ten years of age she had only small budding breasts and was still very much a child compared to most of the other girls there. While there were some men who could appreciate such a prize, most of the men preferred girls who were a little more developed than Lisa was.
Still there were a few respectable bids from some of the men. Then suddenly the boy she had noticed earlier rose to his feet. He called out a bid that Lisa realized was substantially higher than most other bids she had heard. Suddenly a silence fell upon the assembled men. Who would dare to bid against the crown prince? Nobody. The auctioneer quickly declared Lisa to be sold to Omar.
Although she did not know just who her buyer was, Lisa was pleased that she was to become the property of the good looking boy. She gave him her best smile and he smiled back at her. As she went off stage then she was informed that she had just had the honor of being purchased by the crown prince of the sultanate, his first concubine ever.
To be continued.
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