Kidnapped and sold to a sheikh

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Kidnapped and sold to a sheikh
A white lady is k**napped then sold to a sheikh to join his harem.

The last I remember of my old life is having drinks with friends in a bar. Then I awoke naked in a cell, chained to a bed. I remained there for a few days. Then I presume I was d**gged again before ending up at an auction where a sheikh bought me for $75K. He also purchased 4 other girls, of varying ages and ethnicity.

We were transported first by limousine to a private doctor, where we were each examined. A full medical, with the dreaded internal exam, and bloods taken. We were then transported to an apartment, where we remained for a week. During this time we were still kept naked, but not touched in anyway. We do not see the sheikh or any other male company. There are a few servants there who serviced the apartment, which came with a small garden and swimming pool. We try not to think of what awaits us.

On the 8th day of our stay, I am awoken by someone I’d not seen before. She is wearing a niqab, with only her eyes visible. She says very little and asks me to follow her. I follow her out of my bedroom and into a room I’ve not seen before. It’s a large room, tastefully furnished, with wonderful artwork on the walls. Three of the other girls are there too. We’re told to stand in the middle of the room, still naked. After a short space of time the sheikh enters. He sits in a very elaborate chair, somewhat like a thrown. He clicks türkçe bahis his fingers and one by one we’re paraded in front of him. He seems pleased. He clicks his fingers again and the lady from earlier quickly walks to his side. “Have them made ready for transportation. I presume the necessary checks have been made?” She just nods to confirm. We are then ushered out of the room.

Back in my bedroom, I’m told I should never look at or speak to the sheikh unless first spoken to. I’m told to shower and to put on an abaya, still no underwear. After I’ve showered and dressed in the abaya, I make my way to the dining room, as previously instructed. The 3 other girls from the meeting with the sheikh are ther. We’re given sandals to wear and a niqab is placed over our heads. While my niqab is being fitted I take the opportunity to ask about the other girl from the auction, who we’ve not seen today. “She didn’t pass the medical” I’m told. I ask again what’s happened to her. “She will be sold again. But not many will be interested.” That’s the end of that conversation.

We’re told to sit. Then cuffs are placed on each ankle, with a short chain between. We are then led outside to a waiting limousine. The lady from this morning accompanies us. Once we’re all sat inside, we hear the clunk of the doors being locked. The windows are blacked out and there’s a screen between ourselves and the driver, so we’ve no idea where we are being taken. perabet After about an hour the car stops. The door opens. The lady asks each of us to get out in turn. We’re flanked by security and led to a waiting jet. I look around, it’s not an airport. It’s a private airfield. No officials here, no passport checks. No one knows, or cares, who we are or where we’re going. We’re led up and onto the aircraft. Each of our seats has a metal loop on the floor, which our leg chains are padlocked to. We’re not going anywhere during the flight.

The flight itself lasts a few hours, I really can’t tell exactly how long as there’s no clocks and we don’t have watches. We’re treated well throughout the flight, with wonderful food and soft drinks. We are allowed to the bathroom, but taken there and straight back by a guard. The lights flash up to say we’re about to land. Our lady chaperone checks we’re all buckled in, then takes a seat herself. Soon we’ve landed, then we taxi across the airfield and into a private hangar. After about 30 minutes. We’re taken out of the aircraft one at a time, and led to waiting blacked out 4x4s. We still have no idea where we are. Then the hangar doors open and we begin a convoy. We manage to see out of these windows, maybe I wish I hadn’t. All I can see is sand. We’re in a desert. We must be somewhere in the middle east. I ask where we are, and I’m told Saudi Arabia.

We head into a city, then perabet giriş into a heavily guarded compound. We’re shown into a complex with many rooms, but no doors to the outside. We learn this is the Sheikh’s harem. We’re each shown to a private bedroom with it’s own shower and toilet. We’re told what time lunch is and shown the dining area.

The following day my initiation starts. I’m told the sheikh likes his white women to be hair free, so I have my very first Hollywood wax. A procedure I must have twice a week, to ensure I remain silky smooth. Although I didn’t enjoy the procedure, I do rather like the effect. I love feeling my silky smooth pussy. I’m instructed in how to behave around the sheikh and how to try and attract his eye, it being an honour to be chosen to spend time with him. But most of all I am told I am there to pleasure him, to fulfil any and all of his desires.

After a few weeks, they deem I am ready to be presented to the sheikh. This is my big chance to prove I am a good student. I am presented to the sheikh along with 4 other women. 3 are Arab and 1 is black, she has the skin of ebony. As we are the sheikh’s women, there is no need for us to wear nicab in his presence, but we do wear abaya. I keep my head bowed, then as I pass his chair I glance up and smile. Then bow my head again. He nods. We file out of the room. I can’t believe it, my first introduction and he’s chosen me. I’m led away to a bedroom which is so extravagant and plush. The bed is huge. I’m told to remove my abaya and kneel by the door, waiting for the sheikh. I’ve been told exactly what he likes and how he asks for what he likes. It’s rather like a code. I wait patiently.

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