Intrusive DelightsChapter 4 The Return
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Three or four days, and many more rapes later Rubina was taken from her cell and put into small cage on wheels. She fought every inch of the way because, although she was not in the least inclined to stay in the holding cage, she had resolved to resist anything and everything 'they' did to her or wanted her to do. In this resolve she was much strengthened by her inner certainty that under the code of honour revered in the Sicilian circles of both their families, Ernesto was bound to come after her and rescue her, and to take his revenge on the men who had kidnapped her. She had been shocked by the rapes in the hotel and even more so by the rapes in the holding pens. These were quite alien to the Sicilian code; a ransom kidnap victim was never treated with disrespect and any such behaviour would normally be punished by the miscreant's own colleagues. Here she was raped often, far more than the other prisoners, a fact she correctly ascribed to the rarity of a white woman in captivity. Clearly her captors thought they had nothing to fear from her family.
More shocking to her, and something she still did not want to think about, was the fact that at every rape, even the anal ones, she had a wild coursing series of ecstatic thrills through her whole body, similar to that when her husband took her on their wedding evening, and again later that night. Even the giant Negroes who raped her in the hotel had made her come, in spite of stretching her newly opened vagina and almost virgin rectum to a considerable extent. It worried her that she did not feel revulsion in her body as well as her mind when she was thus abused. Even thinking about being raped was enough to make her nipples harden and a small trickle of moisture run down her thighs.
Rubina was raped many times. Often her body betrayed her mind and her orgasms nearly stopped her resisting them, but her resolve never wavered and she fought the all the men off to the best of her ability. She bit every cock that was thrust in her mouth, even though they beat her unmercifully for it. She did her best to kick and struggle, so that they had to tie her down every time they used her. She even contrived to head-butt one of them as they tried to force her to co-operate.
After that incident the owner of the auction house had her taken outside into the courtyard and tied in an odd looking vertical post which held her on her back on the floor with her legs together and up in the air. The other slaves were all brought to witness her ignominy and they were strangely subdued as they looked on.
"You must learn to be obedient and to take any man your Master orders," he explained gently, "You are to be sold to a brothel where you will give pleasure to any man who pays. Now I will punish you for the damage you did to my servant and finally you will submit to my instructions."
When the Emir decided to try out a part of the sixth torture room, he selected Ramzy El-Najjar's grand-daughter, Zeinab, for the privilege of being his experimental assistant. She was prepared as though for his bed, and in that she felt very honoured. An abaya was put on her over her ceremonial harem dressing gown and she was led through a series of passages into the Ruby Palace. She had, by this time, decided that unfortunately it was not the Emir who would use her, but that she was being...
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The next morning, the Emir visited her again and was pleased to see that she had not been moved from the whipping bench and the blue and purple colour of her flesh showed that there was no part of her anatomy from her heels to the back of her neck which had escaped the whipping, and yet the skin had not been broken. She was asleep, in what seemed to be a perfectly normal sleep, so he woke her with a brisk slap on the left buttock. She screamed awake most satisfactorily. "Please, no more,"...
The Emir had been reading some of the books from the bookcase at the end of the torture suite room and had built himself a novel device he had read about; that is to say, he had personally supervised the eunuchs who did the actual work. The device seemed to be workable, and yet it was so simple. It had been used during the Second World War to extract information from female spies, but some of them had died from its excessive use. The Emir intended to use it as a standard means of execution,...
After the debacle of her failure to gain her freedom by two minutes, something snapped in Rubina's mind and she finally gave in to the pressure and accepted her slavery. However, like so many slaves with strong wills, when she had finally been broken she was more or less useless. She walked around like a zombie for some weeks, doing anything she was told, but doing literally nothing if she had no orders. Someone had to tell her to eat or she would have starved to death. It was only after...
During the months of her captivity and slavery in the Golden Palace and then while she was being trained for the hunt, and hunted, just over a year had passed. During this time her husband, Ernesto Paphardi, was methodically searching for anyone who answered her description. From the note left in their honeymoon suite he knew she had been taken as a revenge matter by Kâtip al-Baghdadi, whom he had swindled. That being so he was convinced they had not killed her. If killing were intended her...
The only possible answer was that she had, as Kâtip had claimed, been sold in one of the slave markets of North Africa where young and beautiful girls of every skin hue changed hands for sizeable sums of money. By dint of persistence and by paying out bribes to many men, he eventually traced her, after several false alarms when he found women of similar descriptions in some very odd places performing some very outré services for their owners, or their owners' clients. Normally he left them...
It was at this juncture, possibly attracted by the loud profanities in a deep voice, that the Chief Eunuch with several juniors came into the store-room and pounced on Ernesto. He fought them valiantly but they bore him down by whips and the force of numbers. He was bound and taken to the Golden Palace's dungeon where he was stripped naked and thrust into a dark, cold cell with no windows, stone walls and a door made of metal bars an inch thick. The floor was bare and the only variation was...
The day after this puzzling meal, the Emir arranged that she should meet Ernesto in the harem, apparently by chance. Looking fearfully around they spoke in whispers. "It is rumoured that the Emir is going to have me made infertile," whispered Rubina, "and I am to be sold as a field slave." "He had me castrated," said her husband, "and I am to serve here in the harem." "Castrated?" asked Rubina, all the colour draining from her face as she remembered the previous day's...
The Emirate of Kobekistan is one of those wonderful places where a visitor feels that they have stepped back into a more leisurely, more dignified era of history, but without sacrificing any of the more useful gadgets of modern civilisation. Air-conditioning protects the inhabitants from the rigours of a sub-tropical climate. Motor cars whisk them from one building to another. Desalination provides ample water. The most modern medical advances are practised in the hospitals. Television shows...
Some ten weeks after his accession, the Emir finally received a fairly friendly letter from the Master of his old college in Oxford inquiring when he was intending to return to complete his Ph.D. There was, of course, no pressure on the Emir but the college would rather like to make use of his rooms if he did not intend to come into residence in the near future. Immediately he resolved to sort out Oxford once and for all. After talking to Kamal Qumsiyeh and Hajji Kofi Natsheh he ordered them...
His reception at Heathrow was suitably low key, with the Ambassador greeting him, a little over-familiarly he thought, with a handshake. Obeisance in Heathrow VIP lounge might have been a little ostentatious, but a bow would have been more seemly. Still, he could deal with minor problems when he got back to London from Oxford. The police seemed to want to provide him with a full escort of outriders, but he persuaded them that this was quite unnecessary. Then he dismissed most of the retinue...
When they finally reached central London at about two the next morning, the limousine bearing the Emir drove into the Embassy gardens and there was a group of notables, including the Ambassador, his deputy, the Commercial Attaché, and a representative of the British Foreign Office, all standing in line waiting to greet His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah. Ignoring all of them the Emir walked swiftly into the Embassy and was conducted by one of the flunkeys to his suite on the top...
When the Head of Protocol arrived in the square half an hour later, a stage had been set up in the middle, with tiered seating all round it. There were about a hundred men there, with more arriving by the minute. As they all settled down, a naked man was dragged into the square, put on the stage, and loosely chained to a post. The only woman was Princess Zubeydeh in a fresh abaya accompanied by six armed guards and chained to the Chief Eunuch. Kamal Qumsiyeh mounted the stage and read out...
In the event Princess Zubeydeh was left to wonder, because it was Arin who was selected for the Emir's bed that night. When Arin finally returned to the harem, it was mid-morning and she was a sight which made even the most blasé of the concubine hostesses blench. One eye was completely covered by a bandage; the other one was nearly closed. Her back was covered by a large surgical dressing and her left arm was in a sling. She was naked because both legs were covered in weals and any material...
The Head of Protocol, Kamal Qumsiyeh, seemed very nervous at the Public Audience session a week or so later. He was obviously trying to decide whether to ask a major favour of the Emir; either that or he was trying to summon enough courage to raise something which he knew would annoy his master. "Come on, you old fraud," said the Emir in a fruitless attempt to jolly him along, "Out with it. I know you want to say something. What is it?" Faced with such a direct order, Kamal Qumsiyeh had...
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One bright morning the Emir rose at an unusually early hour, to the dismay of the concubine in his bed, and announced to a startled Kamal Qumsiyeh that he intended to visit the barracks that very day, and within the hour. "Our military establishment is important, and it is part of my duty to the people to see to it that the armed forces are properly housed and trained," he announced, "A surprise inspection might just have a salutary effect on them, if such is needed." General Mustapha...
"Now, where is that Rifleman?" asked the Emir. Rifleman Abubakar Ibn Abbas was duly fetched and was indeed much more sober, not least because the identity of the Emir had been confirmed and he was in mortal fear. In ten years as a soldier he had annoyed most of his superiors at one time or another, but never an Emir accompanied by a General. "What were you doing last night?" asked the Emir. After a moment's thought the miscreant decided that a well varnished version of the truth would...
Outside, the Emir said to the Rifleman, "What am I to do with you?" Wisely there were no suggestions forthcoming. "Go to the Adjutant and take your punishment. While you are there tell him that in future all evening passes are to be extended up to thirty minutes before a soldier's next duty. It is the soldier's own problem to be back in time, fit and ready for that duty. This applies at all times unless we are at war." The General agreed with the Emir that this was not unreasonable...
Zeinab was the granddaughter to Ramzy El-Najjar, Master of Quarry to the Emir, through one of his daughters whom he had given to a French diplomat as a present. Until she was ten years old the child lived with her mother in the embassy annex where her mother stayed with the other local concubines of the leading diplomats. Her father's wife had, of course, remained in Paris. When the mother was returned to Ramzy ten years later at the end of the diplomat's posting to Kobekistan, little...
The following morning, Zeinab rose and as she lay soaking voluptuously in her bath, she said to the attendant eunuch, Pass the long brush so I can scrub my back.~ The eunuch neither moved nor replied. ~The long brush. I want to scrub my back, ~ she repeated. Again there was no reaction. This both puzzled and annoyed her, so she called out, Ali!~ The Chief Eunuch materialised from nowhere and said, «Oui, qu'est-ce que tu veux?» Then the penny dropped. She was to be forced into using...
Ernesto Paphardi was a young up-and-coming member of a large business based in Sicily in southern Italy. He was a successful business man, as it is described in that part of the world, though the Italian government saw no tax returns or any other records from his business. He would perhaps have described his own work as buying and selling this and that. Mostly he sold what he called entertainment related products; drugs, protection, influence, and so forth. Among other things he occasionally...
When they woke the next morning, Ernesto kissed his wife deeply and stroked her breasts and then her mound until she was pressing herself up against him and stroking his prick into a fine erection. It was time, he decided, to move on to another pleasure which he had sampled only occasionally. Gently pushing her down the bed he stroked her face with his erection and said, "He is grateful for the pleasure you gave him yesterday and last night." "And I am grateful also, for the pleasure he...
Rubina was even then waking up some hundreds of miles from the hotel and a world away from the starched politeness of the Sicilian society she knew. The stench of sweating bodies was terrible; and she was naked in a small cage, only about four feet square and six feet high. All she could see were rows of other similar cages, most of them containing naked Africans, both male and female. Her body felt odd and it took her a moment to realise that her pudendum had been shaved completely; a glance...
The slave auctions were held regularly and so Rubina spent only three more days in a cage at the auction house to which she was sent, hobbled and shackled. The cage itself was a form of torture, since it was roughly cubic, but only about five feet in each direction, and she was unable to stand or lie down in any comfort. The only possible position was to sit on the floor with her back to the bars; the chains on her ankles and wrists made even that uncomfortable. Water and food were placed in...
The new young concubine, a gift from the chief of a wandering Bedouin clan, was dragged into the harem at the Golden Palace kicking and struggling. As the all enveloping abaya was removed she butted the nearest eunuch in the face, causing blood to pour from his nose. Immediately she was overpowered, shackled over a whipping bench and the Chief Eunuch spoke to her. After three tries he discovered she understood some English and said to her, "You will have to be whipped for attacking my...
After ten weeks of unremitting attempts, the Chief Eunuch knew he was unlikely ever to train the recalcitrant but beautiful new slave, Rubina, to accept that her lot in life was to loll around in the harem almost naked until she was taken to a man's bed. Even more was he convinced that she would never consent to being a bedroom plaything for just any man to whom her Master chose to lend her. Just shaving her required five eunuchs to strap her down and even at that she was cut by the razor...
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"Today is your first hunt," said Ramzy El-Najjar when he woke Rubina, "Do you remember everything I told you?" "Yes I remember," she said bitterly, thinking only of the penalty for failure "First they hunt me with elephant dogs, then they rape me, then they beat me, then I come back here." "You forgot the sodomy," he said sardonically. The conditions were perfect; there was a little wind which ameliorated the effects of the hot sun when the hunt met and the stirrup cup of port,...
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Back at his home, Ramzy El-Najjar wandered into the harem and saw Zeinab sitting quietly sewing. "Tell me, my granddaughter, how good is your English now?" "Sufficient to understand that question and to make this reply," she said. "Good enough," her grandfather nodded, "I have plans for you." Ramzy El-Najjar was a patient man and still he waited for the appropriate moment with the girl's command of English and French improving by the day. Eventually he decided that the time was...
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