Unknown - Amy - undercover

There were wide low beds scattered around the room, perhaps forty or more. On some, a girl or girls lay or sat chatting. There were other girls in the pool, or wandering around the room. Many of them were naked. Some were wearing brief coverings of various colors. Amy was shown to a bed and left there. She sat down, testing it's softness with satisfaction.

"Hi." said a voice just beside her.

She jerked her head to the left and saw a small brunette standing next to the bed. She was about sixteen or so, and had enormous rounded breasts with huge brown nipples.

She was wearing a long blue transparent dress of some sort. It reached from her collar down to below her knees. It was so transparent Amy wondered why the girl was wearing it at all.

"My name's Sandra." the girl said. She sat down on the edge of the bed across from Amy.

"So you're the newest addition to the pleasure palace." she grinned.

"Looks like it." Amy answered. "Where are you from?" the girl asked.

"New York." Amy answered. She held out her hand to the girl.

"Amy Connors."

The two shook hands.

"So how did you like the introduction to Arabic royalty?" the girl grinned. "Huh?"

"Prince Abdullah Abdann." she looked around the room carefully and then turned back to Amy and lowered her voice. "He's the asshole that owns this palace. He owns us too now"

"Who is he? Where are we?" Amy whispered. "As near as I can figure, he's one of the royal cousins of the King of Saudi Arabia. That's where we are now.

The King has hundreds of cousins, all of them filthy rich and all powerful, and bored as hell. That's why some of them, like Abdul, grab little playthings to have some fun with."

She motioned to the other girls.

"Every girl here was grabbed from someplace so the Prince and his cronies could have themselves orgies whenever they wanted. Arabian women don't do anything at all unless their married, and even then not much. did you see any of them Rijn covered from head to toe?!"

Amy nodded.

"Stay away from them." the girl warned. "They hate our guts. If one of them tells you to do something, do it real fast or they'll beat the shit out of you, that’s if you're lucky."

"How long have you been here?" Amy inquired. "About eight months now, since they grabbed me outside my school in Boston." She turned her head away. "I nearly freaked when they brought me into the hall and tore my clothes off right in front of everybody. They raped me."

She shook her head in remembrance. "I couldn't fucking believe it, you know. Like I was a virgin up till then, and there I am getting fucked right in front of a crowd of people.

She pointed at a dark haired girl lying on a bed a few yards away. "That’s Mahred. She's an ultraorthodox jew from Israel. Those people make catholic nuns look like whores in comparison. She hasn't spoken a word since she arrived last month.

The really religious Jews and Catholics seem to take the raping worst. It isn't so bad for the rest of us. Most of the girls are either European or American, except for the Israelis of course. See that girl over there?" she pointed at another girl standing near the pool.

"Thats Brenda. She's from Ireland. Her father does business with the Prince and comes over here every few weeks. Abdul had her grabbed while she was in her own bed at home. Now every time her Dad comes to have an audience with the Prince, they bring her out into the hall and put her behind one of the screens so he can't see her.

While her father and the Prince talk business, she gets screwed only a few yards away and he doesn't even know it. The Prince always asks him if he's had any luck finding her too." she shook her head in disgust. "He thinks it's just so funny."

Life in the harem wasn't bad at all as far as Amy was concerned. The girls relaxed most of the time. Lying around the room talking and watching Television, reading, bathing, doing their hair. The best part though, was the sex.

Many of the girls dreaded being called on. They went downcast to their fate, and pretended enthusiasm to avoid beatings from whoever was fucking them. Most of the girls got called on two or three times a day. Because she was new, and because of her enthusiastic performance before the prince, Amy was called on six to ten times a day.

The other girls would look at her sympathetically as she was called away from the room again and again. There was a huge variety of clothing to wear outside the harem, almost all of it was transparent to varying degrees. All of it was sexy and provocative. The only exception were a few special costumes, like nurses, and school girls outfits, and for Amy, a police uniform.

Many of her lovers demanded she arrive in a police uniform, varying kinds were stocked for her at the harem, most tailored to be extremely tight. The arabs would take delight in tearing the costume off her and screwing her till she begged for mercy.

Amy almost never thought about her life as a police woman anymore. In a way it would be nice to go home, but her body had adjusted to the hard constant fucking with delirious happiness. Her minds desires had long since been sublimated to the wishes of her body.

She adjusted the gauzy film of material around her neck and strode towards the door where the guard was waiting to take her to her next session. The silky black stuff was completely transparent.

It hugged her form tightly, like a second skin, squeezing around her rounded breasts like a silky fist, forcing her nipples out and erect. Under it she wore only a tiny black g-string and a pair of black shoes with five inch heels.

Her hair floated around her shoulders as she walked down the hallway accompanied by the guard. The men they passed stared at her lustfully, and she knew that if not for the guard, she would have been raped twenty times before she got to the Master's bedroom. All the men that the harem girls served were addressed as Master, otherwise the girl would be beaten.

They stopped before a guarded door and Amy was shown in. The single occupant stared down at her hungrily as she entered. "I am at your pleasure Master.” she said, in arabic, a she had been taught. He ran his trembling hands up and down her body, squeezing her tits roughly through the thin material of the dress. His hands grasped the stuff and tore the whole front of the dress open down to her belly. He moaned and buried his head between her exposed breasts, squeezing them together from the sides so they squashed against his face.

Sex outside of marriage was strictly taboo for most of these people, Amy had found out. The reason they all lusted after the harem girls was that none of the girls were moslems. Apparently there wasn't any laws regarding unbelievers as they weren't considered to be truly humans, just some sort of sub-species without rights.

The old Hollywood notion of Arabs being romantic lovers was so much twaddle. The Arab men she had seen so far weren't even as good as most of the teenage boys she had gone with years ago. None of them cared a bit about her pleasure, and foreplay hadn't even been invented here yet.

Amy was always so hot though, that she didn't have any need for great lovers or warm ups. She was one of the few girls in the harem that rejoiced in their plight. Even as she walked down the hallways toward each meeting with a Master, her heart hammered in anticipation and she squeezed her thighs together to prevent her juices from running down her legs.

She purred in delight as the man squashed her tits around his face then began licking and chewing enthusiastically at her nipples and tit meat. He tore the rest of the dress off and rammed his hand down between the cheeks of her buttocks as he continued suckling on her aching nipples.

His hands were warm and sweaty as they cupped her ass cheeks, and slid down over her pubic mound from behind. Amy eagerly unsnapped the G-string over her cunt so she could feel his fingers against her cuntslit.