“Dear Bashasha. You served my father before me.”
“Yes, sire.”
“You have done your duty well.”
“Thank you, sire. Inshallah.”
“The harem women will attend the men after the banquet tonight. I know that they are readying themselves, but I require a special addition tonight.”
Bashasha waited patiently for him to continue.
Mohammed stood and his long white robes flowed about him. His height was impressive, and Bashasha had always considered him a handsome man. His father had been known for his good looks, but Mohammed’s mother had been a great Egyptian beauty. He had inherited her dark bronzed skin and flashing liquid eyes.
“This banquet tonight is for the palace, but it is for business. These gentlemen have come from far away to deal with me and to discuss the Arabian horses and coffee to export to their lands. I require a different service tonight,” he said. He walked across the floor in front of Bashasha, pacing.
“These men know our ways, but some things are foreign to them. Someone who knows their language and ways would put them at ease and make the business transactions go smoother. Someone who is indeed one of them.”
Bashasha nodded. He was a wise man indeed.
“Therefore,” he said, stopping before the older woman and meeting her eyes, “I would like Lady Katharine to attend the banquet tonight.”
“I will ready her myself,” Bashasha said.
“I would like her attired in the traditional abaya but with no veil. That would be suitable if only Arabs were attending, but these foreign men would find it uncomfortable and strange.”
The abaya was a traditional dress worn by Muslim women to cover their clothing. It had long sleeves and was floor-length. Abayas were usually black, but other colors could be used. For the gathering, he wanted Katharine to wear something bright and lively.
“Yes,” Bashasha said, and she nodded.
“I would like her attired in a silver fabric and have her hair unbound. I do not like her hair bound up. It is not to my liking.”
Bashasha swallowed nervously. She watched the way the sheik spoke of Katharine and it frightened her. He had never lain with her – she knew that much from the gossip - and yet he seemed infatuated with her. His desire for her was evident. Where would this lead? she wondered.
Certainly, she had considered that the stranger would get under his skin. No one had ever seen a woman that looked like Katharine, with her light skin, golden hair, and Arabian Sea eyes. But Bashasha had considered that once Katharine’s blood had stained the sheik’s bed, she would be mistress over the harem. Never had she considered that the white girl would rule over them all.
Bashasha had never seen the look in Mohammed’s eyes before. The burning intensity of raw desire made her shake. It was a fire that could consume them all. She knew the law as well as any Arab that he was allowed four wives, but a stranger? An Infidel? No, it had never been considered!
Mohammed’s father had had three wives and many more concubines than his son, but never had they been white women from the far away land.
“Thank you. Send me Farasha,” he said. He waved her away and she went quickly to the harem.
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Bashasha entered the harem and said to the Chief Eunuch, “Send me Katharine and send Farasha to the sheik.”
Mohammed waited for Farasha to attend him. He wanted to claim the princess’ maidenhead, but until then he wanted no one else, so he had summoned Farasha.
“My lord,” she said as she walked into the room, always proud and sure but always understanding her place. She pleased him immensely.
She was quiet and always dutiful. She had been exchanged by her village for her brother when a small war had erupted and the sheik had supported one side. Farasha had been raped and her brother captured. Her family had wanted her brother returned at all costs and had exchanged their lowly daughter for their beloved son.
She had had sex with Mohammed’s father vaginally but had been just of an age to not understand any other kind. A visiting sheik who enjoyed young boys had taken her to bed one cold night. Because Farasha was slender and almost boy-like in her body appearance, he had preferred her. He had wanted a young boy to sleep with, but the sheik had none.
It was during that night that Farasha had been initiated into anal sex. The dignitary had been a large, rotund man, with his belly almost covering his fat sex. He enjoyed Farasha’s squirming and cries, and by the end of the night, she realized that she enjoyed his cock inside her ass.
Since then, Farasha had been one of the only harem women who enjoyed having anal sex and, in fact, preferred it. She prepared for anal sex by cleaning herself, and though he could have forced any of the women to submit to his cock anywhere, he preferred not to. He was a man who liked his women happy and sated.
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