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engines started, it swung round and I felt the G forces as
it accelerated for take off. The flight was only short I think, a
half hour or so and then I was bundled into the back of another
vehicle and a few minutes later once more lifted up and carried,
not very far. I was put on the ground, a door closed and there was
total silence. I lay there for ages straining to hear any sound at
all, nothing. It was then I burst into tears my plight was so
overwhelming. Here I was God alone knew where, alone and abducted,
was my life now over?
    Maybe an hour
later I heard another door open, opposite the one that had closed
on me before. Next thing the sack was taken off my head and the
sight I saw just about knocked my socks off, five naked women
ranging from white, fair skinned to black as the darkest night.
    “Hola,” An
olive skinned girl said.
    I shook my
head.
    “Bonjour,” a
brown skinned girl said.
    Again I shook
my head.
    “Do you speak
English?” The white girl asked.
    “At last yes I
do.”
    “Welcome to
Sheik Abu´s little harem.”
    “What?”
    “You my girl
are the Sheik’s latest acquisition for his growing love nest.”
    “There’s been a
mistake, I’m not meant to be here, I’m on holiday with my friend
Beth.”
    “No mistake
darling, we were all on holiday and here we are. Now if you don’t
mind let’s get those clothes off you, you stink.”
    I sniffed
myself and yes I did smell a little the worse for wear but I
wrapped my arms around myself and stood up.
    “I’m getting
out of here,” and walked to the closed door. It was of course
firmly locked. I walked over to the other door and entered a large
room with low beds scattered all around and a low table in the
centre surrounded by cushions. There was only one other door off. I
went to it passing into a gloriously appointed bathroom with a
sunken bath, seven showers and what looked like two gold plated
toilet bowls and bidets. The place was exquisite.
    The girl I took
to be Spanish said something in her native tongue and the English
girl answered in Spanish.
    She turned to
me saying, “Maria told me to tell you the full story so here it is.
We have all been abducted, Belen the French girl has been here the
longest, about eighteen months, Maria just over a year, me six
months, Justine the black girl five months and not forgetting Misha
the half caste girl about nine months.”
    “Where are
we?”
    “No idea
really, somewhere in the Sahara desert we presume, the Sheik calls
it his weekend retreat.”
    “Who is this
sheik?”
    “To give him
his full title he is Prince Dhakwan Abu Fathi Habib, third inline
to the throne of Bahrabi. We my dear are his concubines, his play
things, his fuck partners.”
    “Bollocks to
that, he can fuck off.”
    “Don’t be too
hasty, we all said that in the beginning but it’ll be a lot easier
if you play along believe me.”
    “So what can he
do?”
    “Don’t be so
naive. I was beaten into submission, Maria was starved, Justine was
electrocuted and Misha was staked out in the sun to burn during the
day and freeze at night.”
    “What about
Belen?”
    “She’s French,
you know what they’re like, she gave in without a fight.” She said
in a whisper. “Probably the best course of action as it turns
out.”
    I sighed. “What
about escaping?”
    “If we could
get out of the complex, which I don’t think we could, which way do
we go? That plane ride we all took was about a half hour or so, one
hundred and fifty to two hundred miles across the desert. It’s a
death sentence to even think about it.”
    She said
something to Maria in Spanish who disappeared into the
bathroom.
    “She’s gone to
run you a bath, then we’ll get you something to eat and then I
suggest you put your head down, you must be tired.”
    “Do you have
any clothes?”
    “Nope, we can
wear a pair of knickers during our monthlies and that’s it.”
    I shook my
head, what had happened to me?
    I decided to go
along with the bath, food