„I tell you, there was something strange about that woman!“
Alexa Glospan – actually, her first name was Alexandra, but since there had been two more Alexandras at her High School class, she had been given that nickname – grabbed the arm of Nadine Lupin, her friend and colleague.
The two young women were working for one of France`s biggest newspaper and they had been sent to Marrakesh, but their job was to document the often pittoresque traditions at the city. Alexa would have preferred to do real journalist work, like investigating some scandals, but Nadine, her photographer, was absolutely content with making pictures of old houses and palaces, beautiful gardens or currently the famous Jemaa el-Fnaa, the crowded market square with it`s snake charmers and acrobats.
Though the city was still very old fashioned, automobiles could be seen once in awhile, and so, Alexa had only taken notice of the Ford limousine because the driver had honked at a group of peasants. Little later, the car had stopped at a large, but plain looking building and the driver had opened the back door after opening a small gate close to the car. Two more men had exited, escorting a woman dressed in a burqa inside. The whole scene had lasted only a few seconds, but the woman had turned her head and that was when Alexa had got a glimpse of her. A glimpse that had aroused her suspicion.
Though she had been some 100 feet away and Alexa had only been able to see a few square inches of the woman`s skin, siche she had been wearing a veil and sunglasses, she was sure that this had been an European. And in addition, it had seemed as if the two men had been rather forcing her inside than escorting her. Of course, this could have been just a coincidence – maybe, this woman had just powdered her face and maybe, she had just fallen sick from driving and so, the men had assisted her. But perhaps-
„Nadine, maybe that was a poor woman forced into a harem, a victim of a white slavery ring!“
„And maybe, you have just been in the bright sunlight for too long!“
The blonde photographer often laughed at her colleague`s lust for finding exiting stories and adventures. Nadine was totally convinced that the work of a journalist was interesting, but far less adventurous than her maroon haired friend thought. So, she always found herself in the role of the older and more reasonable part. Nadine somehow liked that role, though she was just eight months older (both women still were 22) and one inch taller (5`3`` compared to Alexa`s 5`2``) than Alexa who still tried to convince her that she had just witnessed a severe crime. Finally, Nadine shrugged and so, both girls walked over to the building where the car and it`s chauffeur still were standing. Alexa, who spoke a little Arabic, even asked the man if she could do a photo of him. To her surprise, the man agreed with a smile and even posed, leaning on his car.
Nadine took a photo, but then, she used the zoom and also photographed the brass sign at the house`s door. Only a minute later, the two other men came back, without the woman, and the car left.
Now, Alexa and Nadine could openly get close and examine the sign. It was written both in French and Arabic and said:
Cheik ibn Dahwout & Cie., Diamond sales, import and export.“
The two journalists had already learned that here in Morocco, it was like it was in Switzerland: the less impressive a business building looked from the outside, the more exclusive it was. According to that, this was far more than just an ordinary salesman.
„Diamonds! Maybe, we should just get inside and watch the display!“
„Oh yes, of course! And whilst I bent over one of the necklaces to distract the salesman with my seductive cleavage, you will walk down the steps to the cellar and find the secret dungeon with the kidnapped girls! Alexa, even if there is something else than an honourable business behind this door, we should work out a little better stratagem!“
Reluctantly, Alexa allowed Nadine to gently pull her back to the square. She knew that her friend was right and so, they started to talk about what to do.
Since Alexa compensated the little difference in height by wearing higher heels, it looked as if both girls were of the same height and by sheer coincidence, the two were marching in step.
Through a secret peephole in the door, Arslan looked at the synchronously bobbing derrieres. Both were dressed in dresses that just covered their knees and elbows and so, he got quite a glimpse of what they would look like. However, he also was concerned about the bits of the two girls`s conversation he had just overheard.
„Maybe, I should keep an eye on the back door this night“, he thought by himself when Alexa and Nadine disappeared in the crowd.
***
The trip to Marrakesh had lasted for some four hours, but to Dorothea, it had seemed like an endless journey. At first, she had just tried to sit still and to cope with the rigid bondage that tore on the silk bands around her neck and between her legs. However, the two men sitting to her left and her right had started to explore her body with their hands. Dorothea, knowing that she was helpless, had endured their groping without too much mmphing and squirming, but it had been a strenuous task. When the car had stopped and she was led outside, she was almost relieved, although she knew that she had now reached the house of the man who had bought her.
After a short walk, she was made to stop. The blonde was still blindfolded and had her ears plugged, but she felt that she was standing on a thick carpet and that the room was well climatized. She took small steps to get at least somewhere, but with her legs tied at the knees, she did not want to risk falling, although the carpet would prevent her from getting hurt. Then, suddenly, she could smell some perfume.
„So, I am not alone! Either he has ordered another poor damsel or there is another woman around, watching me!“
Indeed, after a while, she could feel some breath at her forehead. A second later, someone poked her sides. Dorothea had not been prepared for that and besides, she was quite ticklish there and so, she squirmed and squealed with surprise. The involuntary move made her slip and so, she quite unceremoneously landed on her butt.
„Mmhmmph!“
She squirmed to get up again and at least managed to get on her knees. Then, she felt that the sunglasses were taken from her. When the tape pad was peeled from her left eye, Dorothea could see a tall black woman kneeling in front of her. She freed her other eye, too. Then, she seemed to ask something, but with her ears still plugged, Dorothea could not understand a word.
The Black repeated her question and now, she seemed a bit impatient. Obviously, she expected an answer and so, Dorothea nodded emphatically. Now, the other woman burst out laughing and took Dorothea`s cheeks in her hands. For a moment, she thought that the Black wanted to kiss her, but she just reached under the burqa`s hood and with skillful fingers, she removed the earplugs.
When Dorothea had got adjusted to hear again, she looked around and saw that there were two more women around. They had dark brown skin, too, and all seemed to be at least as tall as Dorothea. One of them was standing aside and the other one was sitting on what turned out to be a crouching person. This was a white woman with brown, shoulder length hair and from what Dorothea could see, she was stark naked. Her face showed an expression of oppressed anger and some curiosity.
„Since you have just agreed to treat us as your new Mistresses and to show us all respect, we might start by introducing ourselves. I am Bineta, the first wife of the honorable Cheikh ibn Dahwout, your new owner! This“, she pointed at the standing woman who seemed to be of Dorothea`s age, instead of Bineta who was at least 30, „is his second wife, Lamina.“
Both women were tall and slender, but seemed to have big breasts and round hips, although their long dresses didn`t show that much of their shape. Number three now stood up. She seemed to be in her early 20ies, and instead of Bineta and Lamina, who had their hair straightened, she had long, black curls.
„An I am Youra, his third wife! Don`t even think that you will ever reach our rank! In this household, slaves are more considered like – furniture!“
To emphasize this last word, she put her bare foot on the white girs back. She endured that humiliation without moving, but if looks could have killed, Youra would have been dead immediately. Now, Bineta continued to speak.
„Am I right that you want to be freed from your bonds and gag now?“
„Mmhhmmm!“
Dorothea nodded. She knew that these women would play some games with her now, but she saw no point in denying her wishes either. She wanted to be freed and she also needed to pee, too.
„Now, since our dear husband has bought you to – keep him happy if we don`t want to, we of course have to make sure that you are able to do so.“
Dorothea gulped when she more and more realized the meaning of these words. Bineta now sat on the back of the still kneeling girl and Lamina grabbed Dorothea`s arm, helped her to stand up and removed the burqa from her. Now, Bineta watched her from her seat whilst Lamina and Youra let their fingers wander over her body, examining her like an interesting new toy or a strange pet.
„Ah, a blonde this time! I wonder if she`s a natural blonde!“
Without hesitation, Youra pushed away the loincloth a bit and looked close at Dorothea`s private area.
„So, she has shaved herself there and obviously, she has survived it! Maybe, you should finally give it a try, Magda!“
Magda, which was apparently the name of the white girl, lowered her head and blushed all over from the humiliation. Dorothea did her best to remain calm. Now, Lamina let her fingers wander through Dorothea`s hair.
„Besides, she has got wonderful long hair whilst yours is cut so short! You may call it fashion, I call it boy`s style!“
Now, Dorothea had to fight down a giggle. It had been exactly her comment once when Sally had asked her about her new, shorter haircut. In fact, both Magda and Sally wore their hair in the same style – not quite Louise Brooks, for the hair still covered their ears, but obviously much shorter than usual on that continent. Dorothea got distracted from her memories when Youra groped her boobs in a way as if she was testing apples or melons.
„She also has got bigger breasts than Magda, and they are as firm as her`s! What do you say, Bineta?“
They led Dorothea close to the sitting woman who put her left on the blonde`s right breast. Then, she reached under herself and grabbed one of Magda`s boobs. For about a minute, she massaged and groped both, then, she nodded approvingly and said:
„You are right, Magda`s a good feel, too, but the new one will please Cheikh more, I think. After all, he has got big hands!“
Now, Magda let out a sigh whilst Dorothea felt her cheeks reddening. Then, Bineta waved her hand and the two others forced her back on her knees, making her sit on her heels. The way she was tied forced Dorothea to keep her upper body upright and to thrust out her boobs. Now, Youra slowly began to unwind the tape from Dorothea`s mouth. Then, she reached for the sodden wad and pulled it from between her teeth.
„Oh, look, she prefers French silk, just like you!“, Youra giggled, waving the moist panties at Lamina`s face. The other woman picked the sodden garment with exaggerated disgust and held them in front of her face.
„I always thought of telling Cheikh to buy one of these new washing machines, since I am afraid that Magda will ruin our undergarments deliberately! But now, we maybe have found another way of cleaning our panties.“
„And we could also put them on our special dryer!“, Youra added, taking the panties from Lamina`s hand and pulling them over Magda`s head. The girl had so far endured the humiliation from her three Mistresses, but now, she protested and bucked, forcing Bineta to stand up.
„Magda, Magda, Magda! It seems you still haven`t learned your lesson! Help me, girls!“
Dorothea watched as the three women grabbed some silk scarves and began to tie up Magda who weakly tried to resist, but obviously knew that she was without a chance. The three Blacks tied her at wrists and ankles and put her into a hogtie after they had forced the naked woman to lie on her belly. Then, Bineta tied three overhand knots into a scarf, forming a big knot. Lamina pressed the bound woman down and Youra pulled the damp panties back over her face before Bineta forced the knot between Magda`s teeth. The girl fumed and shook her head, but Bineta just pinched her nose shut and finally, she had the knot in her mouth, forcing the crotch part of the panties deep into her throat. Ignoring her frantic gurgling, Bineta now tied the scarf`s ends together at the back of Magda`s neck.
Meanwhile, Youra had fetched a rope and put it over a hook in the ceiling. She tied one end to the scarf hogtying Magda and then, she and Lamina pulled. For a moment, Dorothea feared that they would hang Magda from her limbs, but they stopped when she was lying in an uncomfortable and straining, yet tolerable position. When they had tied off the rope`s other end, Bineta sat close to Magda`s face in lotos style and placed the bound woman`s chin on her thigh. Magda had no chance but to endure the embarrassment when Bineta now pulled up the skirt of her dress, revealing her long shapely legs – and the fact that she obviously preferred frilly underwear in pink and black.
„Now, new one, come over!“
„Would you mind calling me Dorothea – Mistress?“, Dorothea asked, trying to pass the distance between her and Bineta on her knees. The Black smiled, surprisingly friendly.
„Well, since you asked so politely, I would say it depends on your skills. If you please me, you might be called by your name – if not, you should better get used to names like Clumsy or Lame Tongue!“
The three women giggled. Then, Youra and Lamina left the room. Obviously, they were not that interested in what would happen next.
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Dorothea had now reached Bineta`s knees and could look down at her pantyclad middle. Bineta seemed calm and relaxed, but Dorothea was sure that there was a small wet spot on the silk over her crotch. Magda looked up at her through the lace-trimmed legholes of the panties hooding her, showing an expression of curiosity and anger.
Dorothea knew that she would not win the respect of either Magda or Bineta by going down on the latter. But perhaps, if she did her job well, Bineta would want to have it again and would become careless, thinking that Dorothea was already broken. Then, she would try an escape.
„If you would untie me, I could do my best to please you – Mistress!“
„Oh, I am sure you will find a way to please me just like you are now! Just try, I know that you are more imaginative than Magda!“
She padded the other girl`s head as if she was a pet dog. With a sigh, Dorothea shrugged and bent forward. This was easier said than done, since this brought additional pressure to both her throat and her crotch, but she persisted.
„At least, this prevents me of thinking of how I need to relieve myself!“, Dorothea thought. She was quite sure that Bineta would not allow her to go before she had done what she had been ordered.
Dorothea was a bit uncertain about how to start. Bineta still wore her panties and since she was sitting with her legs spread, she would not be able to peel them down.
With a last effort, the blonde brought her head a bit closer to the Black and started to kiss her belly button.
„Oh!“
Bineta sounded surprised, but she seemed to enjoy it when Dorothea explored her navel with her tongue. Slowly, very slowly, she then began to wander down her belly, always placing small kisses on her skin. She closed her eyes, blocking out the disgusted looks and annoyed grunts from Magda and concentrating on Bineta.
When she had reached the waistband of the other`s panties, she playfully plucked on it with her lips. She could hear Bineta gasp when she let the waistband snap against her body. Then, Dorothea gently rubbed her nose against the smooth silk of the panties and breathed at her inner thighs. Bineta now sighed and Dorothea heard her breath accelerate. Suddenly, pushing Magda`s head from her thigh in the progress, Bineta took off her panties and pressed her middle close to Dorothea`s face. She could smell that the Black now was more than just a bit aroused, but she kept her eyes closed. When she started kissing Bineta`s inner thighs, she felt the other`s hands in her hair, caressing her, but also pulling her closer. Dorothea now kissed her labia, licked over them and even teased the other`s clit a bit. Then, she withdrew.
„Oh no, you are not done yet!“
Almost roughly, Bineta pulled her face back between her legs and Dorothea continued to tease her. This time, she went a bit further and pushed the tip of her tongue inside Bineta before she bent back once more. Again, the Black pulled her back. Dorothea smiled a bit. Perhaps, her Mistress was still thinking that she was controlling her, but in fact, it was the other way round. Bineta wanted her, whilst she could just stop at any time. If she used her lips and tongue right, Bineta would soon not only want, but need her.
„Oooohhhh! Uuuhhmmmm! Yeeeaaaahhh!“!
The Black`s moans told her that she was on the right way. So, Dorothea pushed forward and now, she did not stop until Bineta was screaming from lust, pressed her slippery flesh against Dorothea`s face and helplessly spasmed with her legs.
Finally, both women lay panting on the carpet, Bineta on her back and Dorothea had rolled on her side.
„Did I please you, Mistress?“, Dorothea asked after a while, trying to sound sweet and innocent.
Bineta didn`t answer, but the look in her eyes and her staggering when she rose was an answer, too.
Dorothea would have expected to be freed now, but instead, Bineta released Magda`s wrists.
„She will take care of your needs. Now, I will retire, but I am sure that I will have use for you in the future.“
Whilst she disappeared through a small door, Magda had already ripped the gag from her mouth, torn the still damp panties from her head and thrown them away. She made a retching sound and spat out some saliva.
Dorothea,who had been forced to chew on another woman`s used underwear on an almost regular base during the last months, felt some compassion for Magda who had had the crotch part of her panties wedged between her teeth. Besides, she sure did not think very high of the blonde who had just proved to be a willing lust slave to Bineta. Dorothea had no mirror, but she knew that she was covered with sweat and other liquids and that she was smelling of what she had just done. However, Magda, her fellow slave, was her only potential ally. So, Dorothea spoke to her when she started to undo her ankle ties.
„Sorry for the show, but I needed a foot in the door to hert heart. If I will escape, you may come with me, but now, would you please untie me and show me the way to the next bathroom?“, she asked, adding a girlish smile.
Magda now had completely freed herself and came to her feet. She stepped close to Dorothea who could not help examining the still naked girl. She seemed to be as tall as her, but more slender and sportive, with long shapely legs and medium sized, but firm breasts. Since Youra had mentioned it before, Dorothea recognized her triangle of brown pubic hair. Then, she looked up into the face of Magda. She had expected contempt, maybe some compassion or even a friendly look. Instead, the other woman looked triumphant.
„Well, it seems that now, I am no longer the lowest part in hierarchy here! Maybe, I am just a slave now, but at least, you will have to do what I say now!“
***
Only a few yards away, but some hours later, Arslan took another sip from his coffee. He was sure that the two French journalists would come back and try to get into the house and so, he had prepared for their visit. Arslan was quite sure that they were harmless and so, he just wanted to scare them a bit and at the same time make them believe that they had behaved wrong by breaking into the house of an innocent salesman.
Cheikh`s mansion had two inner courts. One of these was more like a garden and only accessable from the harem or from Cheikh`s private rooms. It was surrounded by high walls and other buildings and it was very unlikely that the two girls would come that way. Besides, he would not have been allowed to go there without Cheikh`s invitation and he had decided not to tell his friend about that incident, since he sure was occupied with his new concubine.
The other court was where the kitchen and the storage rooms were and it had a door to a small street that wasn`t used very often during the night. Usually, the iron door was firmly locked, since dealing with diamonds of course attracted thiefs, but this evening, Arslan had left it open, but prepared a rope with which he could close it from his hideout. Since he was black and had also dressed dark, he was completely invisible from the door. His plan was to close the door once the two girls had entered and then frighten them a bit.
Time passed and he began to feel a bit bored when he suddenly heard a sound from the door. Moments later, a head appeared and Arslan hat to grin. The woman had not only put on black clothes, but also a hood. To his surprise, she was alone.
Once the girl had sneaked inside, Arslan pulled the rope and the door fell close. The girl gasped and Arslan slowly approached, holding a vicious looking ax in his hands.
„So, you have an invitation?“
Arslan had expected a scream, an escape attempt or maybe some pleading, but the hooded woman did nothing of that. She jumped against him and before he could react, had kicked his balls.
„Ouch!“
Arslan felt a terrible pain in his loins, but he forced himself to stay on his feet and launch an attack. However, the woman now tried the door, but Arslan had prudently removed the door handle. She spun around and again, he approached, still a bit slowly from the pain, but this time ready for an earnest fight.
The woman obviously wasn`t interested in a martial arts contest, for she suddenly drew a gun. Arslan stopped in his motion when suddenly the door was opened again from the outside. It slammed into the woman`s back and so, the shot missed Arslan. Before he could react, the woman had jumped through the door and ran away, pushing away the two French girls who squealed with surprise. One of them landed on her backside whilst the other tried to keep her camera from landing on the ground.
Arslan gritted his teeth, trying to ignore another wave of pain running through his loins. This woman had hit him well – and sure, she hadn`t done so just by a lucky punch. She had been a trained fighter – unlike the two confused girls who just stared at him as if he had an additional head. Under normal conditions, Arslan had a very quick understanding and even now, he saw more signs that these two and the hooded woman were no allies: the two French girls still were wearing their summer dresses that were almost too short for an Arabic sense of modesty and they had just put headscarves over their hair. Obviously, not as a disguise, but to preserve their hair from getting dusty in the streets.
„Monsieur, what can you tell me about the woman that just ran away from you? Is she the one who was brought to your house against her will earlier that day? What is going on behind these walls?“
Now, Arslan was confused, but he was able to hide this. Obviously, these girls had counted two and two and got five as a result. They had witnessed the arrival of the blonde and now, they thought that she had escaped by hitting him. They completely ignored minor details like why Dorothea had put on a hood, where she had got the gun from or why she had shrinked for at least three inches within a few hours.
„Mademoiselles, please, I can explain, if you would please come in.“
Arslan had lowered his voice and acted like a man who just wanted that the neighbors didn`t pay attention to what was just happening. He opened both his hands towards them. Whites, so he knew, often took his white palms as a sign of innocence and this, together with his charming smile and his not very impressive appearance – for a Senegalese, he was rather short with his 5`9`` - perhaps would prove them that he was an innocent man.
Click!
The blonde had taken a photo of him. He frowned, but now, the auburn haired said:
„As soon as we have developed this, we will ask the local police chief about you and your business! Maybe, we will come back with a search warrant!“
they still were outside the court and Arslan was sure that he could jump forward and grab one of them, but not two at the same time. He knew that he and Cheikh had paid enough money not to fear a house search. At least, they could delay such a thing until they had brought Magda and Dorothea somewhere. But these two just looked as if they were hunting for a scandal. Others could hear them. Charifa, for example. Arslan was quite sure that the other woman had been one of her henchwomen. And then, they would perhaps get severe problems.
With the pain from his balls abating, his brain worked fast and efficient again. A surprise attack would not help and offering some money was just like a confession. But he had detected these women`s weak point: their curiosity. So, he smiled as if he had been catched by doing something and asked:
„Did Charifa send you?“
„Charifa, your concurrent in the diamond business?“
Obviously, the auburn haired had done her homework. She had used the time between discovering Dorothea and now to find out everything about Cheikh and his business that was known in Marrakesh to the public. Maybe, they had even overheard some rumors. Now, he knew that he had to get rid of these two women, the sooner, the better.
Arslan let out a sigh and then, he said to Alexa:
„I hope you have your notebook ready.“
As soon as the girl had her scribbling block and pencil ready, he started telling a story about the problems and dangers of diamond dealing, accompanied by some humming and hawing. The story was a crude mixture of some truth and some of the rumors that existed anyway. But it`s only purpose was to soothe the two journalists precaution.
So, he pretended that the story how his cousin was nearly killed in a shooting was still affecting him and he withdrew a bit to sit down on a small bench, burying his face in his hands. As he had hoped, the girls stepped closer – meaning that they got into the court.
Before either Alexa or Nadine could react, Arslan jumped forward and slammed the door shut. Nadine screamed and Alexa wanted to start arguing, but Arslan now reached for his ax still lying there. He had no intention of hurting these two, though they had turned out to be a bigger problem than expected, but he just hoped that it`s blade would look impressive enough.
„Now, Mademoiselles, if you would please follow me inside!“
„Y-you will n-never get away with this! Our colleagues, the p-police, they will-“
„They will never see you again in the near future!“, Arslan completed her sentence.
Nadine once again screamed and Arslan looked at her as if she was a naughty child.
„Please, the only people to hear you are those who live inside this house. They won`t help you, but maybe, they will be less kind than me.“
Then, he smiled and added:
„At least, you will get your story! The only question is to whom you will be able to tell it!“
***