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.
His mouth raced over her body, chewing and licking at her neck, breasts, shoulders, arms and belly. He pulled her to her knees on the floor and shakingly knelt behind her. She felt the tip of his cock rub against her slit and then penetrate just a little. Then he shoved his hips forward and slid his erection down into her pussy hole.
His hands slithered over her body constantly, clutching, squeezing, kneading her soft warm skin. His fingers fastened around her swollen hanging breasts and squeezed them tightly, as if he were milking a cow.
His hips pounded into her buttocks, his cock pistoning in and out of her fuckhole as he delighted in her feminine beauty and softness. Amy mewled in pleasure pushing herself back at him, and shivered in sexual gratification as the beginnings of an orgasm surged through he frame.
Her cunt muscles locked around his prong, squeezing and clutching it as he rode her fiercely. In minutes she came against him, shuddering ecstatically through her orgasm, as the man hammered his penis down into her crotchhole with delight.
As was the case most of the time, she had to return to the harem clad only in the g-string. The Masters often ripped open whatever she was wearing, in their eagerness to get at her. It wasn't that the dress covered anything really, but she still liked to be wearing something against her skin instead of parading down the halls naked.
They passed a group of Arab women on their way back. The robed women glaring savagely out at her as she walked past. Amy kept her eyes on the ground as they passed the women. She had found out in her first week how dangerous they could be.
Returning from another fuck session, she had smiled saucily and winked at such a group as she sauntered by completely naked. That night she had gotten another call. She had dressed in a long sheer blue dress, slit up the sides to the waist and plunging from the neck almost down to her hips, exposing three quarters of her breast flesh.
She scurried down the hall to get fucked, rubbing her hands over he bare belly in anticipation. When she had been shown into an apartment though, she had found now man, instead six Arab women in robes sat around on the plush cushions around the walls.
She had hesitated at the door but the guard had pushed her inside and closed it behind her. She looked around anxiously at the glaring group, wondering what they intended.
"You find your nakedness so amusing I am sure that those coverings are distasteful slut." said one of them harshly. "Remove them at once. "Yes mistress." she answered, quickly slipping the dress off and standing there nude.
"You like to show off your body, do you not slut?!" hissed one of them. "Yes mistress." she stammered. "You take mens dirty penis's into your body slut!" "Yes mistress."
"You are a whore." a voice dismissed her. "Show us how you enjoy taking a man into you." a voice demanded. An immense black dildo was flung out at her. "lie on the floor and put that inside you, SLUT!" they ordered.