Dreams
Amy Sexton sat with her legs crossed on the floor next to the Sheikh. Amy Sexton was dressed in a blue burqa, covering herself completely. She was listening intently to the man who was speaking English in front of her. Amy was working as a translator for the Sheikh, Rameen Rasheed.
Amy was 21 years old and had just graduated with a bachelor’s degree in journalism. She was an American woman from New York, and she had come to Saudi Arabia for a very specific reason. There had been rumors that the Sheikh had been kidnapping Saudi women and keeping them as sex slaves in his harem. The international media didn’t want to touch this story for fear of upsetting their oil partner, but Amy wanted to be the one to break the story. This could get her a Pulitzer award and kick-start her career.
She had applied to work as a translator in the Sheikh’s palace in Saudi Arabia to get access to the palace. She had a few months before the job started, and she had hired a tutor to give her lessons in Arabic so that she could become fluent in the language. After she was content with her competency, she boarded a plane and flew to Saudi Arabia.
It was a culture shock for the young American, as she had to discard her clothes and wear a burqa to cover herself at all times. However, she successfully pulled off the ruse, gaining acceptance into the Sheikh’s inner court where she was hired as his translator. Rameen Rasheed had opened up the country to Western companies, but he himself had little English, so he required an interpreter.
The Throne room of the Sheikh was expansive and colorful. On the left side of the Throne, where the Sheikh was situated, there was a group of women wearing colorful burqas. These were the many wives of the Sheikh. Amy sat on her knees on the right-hand side of the throne, listening intently to the man before her.
The man was a representative of some international food consortium looking to gain access to the Saudi market to sell their food products. Currently, he was explaining his growth strategy and the profits that would benefit the Sheikh and his family. Amy dutifully translated for Rameen Rasheed.
The Sheikh considered the proposal and clearly could not gainsay the information that was presented before him by the foreigner. Amy translated the Sheikh’s response to English, and the foreign representative bowed and smiled at the Sheikh, evidently content to do business with Rameen Rasheed.
The number of foreign dignitaries and business representatives who had come before the Sheikh and pledged their services in return for access to the Saudi market perturbed Amy. Rameen Rasheed did not have an excellent record for governing his area of the country, and there were many rumors of him violating the human rights of his own people, which is what Amy was investigating herself.
After the meeting was done, the Sheikh vacated his throne, and his group of plentiful wives dutifully followed him out of the Throne room. Amy, for her part, waited till the Sheikh had left and then got to her feet, her legs sore from kneeling for such a long time. She quickly left the Throne room also in a rush to catch the foreign business person.
Amy had been employed by the Sheikh for months, and yet she had no tangible leads on which to follow up on. She was going to try a new tactic out of desperation, which would involve confronting the business representative and blackmailing him into providing her with information.
“Excuse me, sir,” said Amy politely as she approached the man who glanced at her suspiciously. He was clearly not used to conversing with women in the Sheikh’s palace. “May I have a word in private?” asked Amy as she motioned for him to join her in one of the private, smaller rooms that were next to the Throne room, and hardly ever occupied. The man nodded his head and opened the door for Amy in a chivalrous display.
“You’re one of the Sheikh’s interpreters,” said the man as they entered the room. The room was much smaller than the Throne room, but not less lavish. The room was colorful and immaculately clean, with a small water fountain in the center of the room to which Amy led the man, and they both sat on the edge of the fountain.
“I am,” replied Amy. “My name is Amy Sexton, and I’m an American.” Amy pulled down the burqa that covered her face so that the man could see her face properly.
“My dear, I don’t think that you should remove that burqa around here,” said the businessman. He looked around in alarm to make sure there was no one else around.
“Relax, no one comes in here very often, and if they do, I’ll hear them walking up the corridor and put back up the burqa mask,” promised Amy. “What’s your name?”
“You can call me Roger,” replied the man, a bit more at ease as he glanced once more at the door, and then returned his attention to the woman before him. “What do you want from me?”
“I want information,” replied Amy matter-of-factly. “You see, I’m working as an undercover journalist trying to unearth the abuses of the Sheikh’s regime here. I need some dirt on him for my story, and that’s where you come in.”
“No,” said Roger aghast. “Do you know what the Sheikh does to his enemies? I won’t endanger my life like that,” Roger said as he stood up and made for the door.
“I’m not sure that the public would like what your company is doing here?” said Amy with menace in her voice. Amy could recollect the entire conversation that had just transpired between the Sheikh and Roger, and she was willing to go to the press with that story if she couldn’t get what she wanted. Roger stopped at the door, and then returned to the fountain and sat back down.
“This is blackmail,” he said indignantly. Amy was surprised that a businessman who was willing to work with the Sheikh had such an opinion of her ethics when he should look at his own.
“And yet if you don’t cooperate, I’ll break this story about you instead,” said Amy curtly, letting her threat perchlorate in his head while they both listened to the sound of the water behind them.
“Fine, what do you want to know?” asked Roger impatiently.
“I want to know about the human rights abuses that are happening here,” said Amy triumphantly, as her plan had worked, and she coerced his cooperation.
“There are countless human rights violations going on here,” started Roger. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“I’m talking about the Saudi women he is keeping as his slaves,” replied Amy. “I’ve heard rumors of a secret harem that he has.”
“As have I,” Roger said, confirming her story. “However, they are only just rumors. What you need is confirmation from a senior source. There is a senior official I’m friendly with. His name is Rafiq Dar, and he is a cousin to the Sheikh. He may have the answers that you seek. I will schedule a meeting between us here in the palace, and he may talk. He is no friend of the Sheikh,” said Roger, “and given enough alcohol, he may just tell us what’s going on here.”
“Alright, you set up the meeting and leave the rest to me,” instructed Amy. The two westerners then exchange mobile phone numbers so that they could stay in contact and execute their plan. “You should leave first,” Amy said, and Roger stood up and hastened to the door, before momentarily stopping before leaving.
“I hope you know what you are doing Amy, otherwise it will be both our asses on the line,” cautioned Roger, before opening the door and exiting the room.
Amy, for her part, replaced the mask covering of the burqa and listened to the sound of the fountain water as it cascaded down the marble. She sighed in relief as her plan had worked: she had coerced Roger into joining her in helping to expose the Sheikh’s evil. She was going to be world famous when this article broke. Amy Sexton would become a household name.
She stood up and exited the room. Amy walked through the many halls of the lavish palace and entered the east wing of the palace where her room was located. She opened the door and entered her own personal space.
The place where she was assigned to live was also, in keeping with the rest of the palace, was lavish and ornately decorated. Amy removed her burqa leaving her wearing nothing but her white bra and panties. She carefully folded her burqa and placed it in her bedside drawer. Amy would not miss wearing her burqa once she returned to the United States. She found the clothing garment extremely restrictive and a sign of women’s oppression in the country. Amy couldn’t believe that a country as wealthy as Saudi Arabia could treat its women so backwardly.
Despite the air conditioning in the palace, it was still quite warm in her room. Amy removed her bra, letting her A-cup, small perky books to breathe in the air. She collapsed back on her bed and placed her mobile phone on her toned and flat stomach, whilst she waited for the phone call she prayed would come.
If Roger didn’t follow through on his part of the bargain, she would have no moral qualms about breaking a news story about him and watching the media and the American judicial system destroy his life.
Amy had no personal connection to the plight of these elusive Saudi women that were being held as slaves. Her driving motivation was more self-centered, she acknowledged to herself. She wanted to be the woman to bring down Sheikh Rameen Rasheed. She wanted to be the one to bring this man to justice and to get the credit and accolades from the Western media system.
Amy’s thoughts were interrupted as she felt her phone vibrate on her stomach. She immediately answered the phone and heard the voice of Roger on the other end.
“Amy, I’ve talked with Rafiq and he will meet me tonight. He is holding a party in the ‘Prince Room’. The Sheikh never attends his cousin’s parties as they are not close,” informed Roger.
“Excellent, and how am I talking to him?” asked Amy. “I’m a woman. It’s not like he will open up to me.”
“I’ve thought about this,” replied Roger. “You will attend the party as a concubine of mine. He won’t question it. You will sit with me, and I will get him good and drunk. Then, once he is pliable, you can question him to your heart’s content, and once that’s done, then you can leave me alone and let me get back to my business. Deal?” asked Roger.
“Deal,” replied Amy as she hung up the phone on Roger. Amy threw her phone aside and lay back in her bed. She was going to get some sleep, as she knew she would have a long night tonight. Once she had gotten what she needed from the Sheikh’s cousin and Roger, then she would have to leave the country swiftly and without raising any suspicion with the palace staff or the authorities in general.
Amy felt herself dozing as she relaxed in her bed, unaware of the trials and tribulations that the events of tonight would bring. She had a pleasant dream, one in which she had won the Pulitzer award and had successfully broken the story and had won the hearts and minds of the Western media and was the darling of the United States press. Life was good for her in the dream, and she was a celebrity.
Undercover
It was sunset when Amy awoke from her slumber, and the worst of the day’s heat had subsided with the setting sun. She stretched her limbs and sat up alertly, ready to make history. Amy had a quick shower and glimpsed herself in the floor to ceiling length mirror that was in the bathroom.
Amy had beautiful black hair that reached her shoulders, white, perfect teeth and deep, blue eyes that were bright and intelligent and full of curiosity. Her pert A-cup breasts rounded out an athletic and well-maintained body, with toned legs and stomach and a shaved pussy and armpits. She knew that if the men could see underneath the burqa that she wore, that she would be the envy of the palace.
Amy stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with a towel from the nearby stand. She then proceeded to put on a pair of white panties and a bra, after which she got dressed into her now customary blue burqa. She also strapped a tape recorder to her chest so that she could record everything that was said tonight as proof for her story. Despite the risk, she decided to use a tape recorder, as it was the only equipment she had purchased from the nearby markets held for the poor people and palace staff. She knew the consequences were death if she was caught. After she ensured she was covered in the mirror, she exited her room and walked through the palace.
It was quiet this time of the evening in the palace. There were no foreign dignitaries or palace staff milling about, causing a ruckus. She enjoyed wandering when it was peaceful and still. She passed through one door that led into the center of the palace itself. Guards heavily guarded and patrolled the Sheikh’s personal area. There was no way for Amy to find out what lay inside without being invited in there by the Sheikh himself, and that seemed extremely unlikely that he would ever offer her access to his personal area of the palace, as Amy was just a lowly translator.
Finally, she reached the room where the party was being held. There was a loud noise and men were drinking and partying all over the room. Amy noticed that there were no women present amongst them. She spotted Roger sitting at a table at the top of the room, with whom she assumed was Rafiq Dar. Rafiq stood in stark contrast to his more powerful cousin. Whereas the Sheikh was slender and well-groomed, and dare she say it, handsome, Rafiq had an enormous belly protruding out of his clothes that looked worn and haggard.
“What is this woman doing here?” asked Rafiq as Amy knelt on the floor next to Roger, but in between the two men, so she could pick up everything that was said with her tape recorder.
“She’s my new concubine,” replied Roger. “I bought her last week. I don’t trust her enough to leave her alone, so I instructed her to accompany me to this party tonight. It’s not an issue, right?” asked Roger.
Rafiq waved his hand dismissively. “No, she’s just another bitch. Don’t worry, she can stay here tonight.” Rafiq briefly examined Amy until he clearly expressed satisfaction with what he saw. He then turned his attention back to Roger. “What’s the situation in the West?” he asked the businessman who sat next to him. “Are the Americans still cooperating with us?”
“They have no concerns over your cousin’s administration of the area,” said Roger as he subtly filled Rafiq’s cup with beer. “Your cousin had shepherded your house well with the West, truth be told,” said Roger, evidently fishing for information on the Sheikh.
“Fuck him, the twat,” laughed Rafiq. “He is an obnoxious, self-obsessed moron who inherited his dominion through the death of his beloved father,” Rafiq said as he downed the cup of beer. “Now, enough about my cousin, let us talk about other topics. Tell me more about this American football of yours?” asked Rafiq.
The conversation then turned to other topics between the two men in which Amy had little interest. She sat submissively over several hours, watching as Rafiq got more and more intoxicated. Eventually, Roger stood up and announced he was going to the bathroom, and he tapped Amy on her shoulder, showing that now was her chance to talk with Rafiq.
“Sir,” said Amy, her voice cracking from lack of use. “Can I ask you something about the Sheikh?” asked Amy tactfully. She crawled closer to him so as their conversation wouldn’t be overhead.
“Sure … you … little … Slut,” said Rafiq playfully as he again tried to find out exactly how Amy looked underneath the burqa. Amy plucked up all her courage and asked what she had spent months trying to find out. She couldn’t believe it was time she got her answers.
“I’ve heard the Sheikh kidnaps Saudi women, and he holds them somewhere as sex slaves. Is that true?” asked Amy cautiously. Rafiq looked taken aback at what she had just said.
“It is true,” he said honestly. “I’ve not seen it with my own eyes, but he keeps his harem of women secretly so as not to upset the Westerners that he courts for business. They say there are hundreds in his harem, but …”
“But what?” asked Amy, prompting him to continue. She hadn’t expected there to be even more to this story. Amy needed to find out exactly what else there was.
“Some of the women, I’ve heard that he experiments on them with Western technology, but … I don’t know if that’s true or just a rumor to keep the peasants in line,” said Rafiq as he shrugged his shoulders. “Enough chat out of you now, woman,” said Rafiq as he saw Roger walking back to the table.
Before Rafiq passed out drunk, Roger and Amy stayed for another half-hour and then decided to leave. As they exited the room, Amy whispered about what had transpired.
“Rafiq confirmed everything, and get this, there’s more to the story. The Sheikh is experimenting on some of the women too! I need to get back to my apartment and out of the country. This could be…”
However, Amy’s hushed conversation with Roger ended as they saw the Sheikh and two bodyguards surrounding him. Seeing the Sheikh out of his personal quarters and moving around the palace at this hour surprised Amy. The Sheikh spoke in Arabic, and Amy began translating for Roger’s benefit.
“The Sheikh wants to know why his interpreter is wandering around the palace with a businessman at this ungodly hour,” said Amy as she gulped. Amy watched as the Sheikh carefully studied them both.
Roger replied in English. “My apologies. I was just meeting with Rafiq Dar about some … business that he wanted to discuss before he left, and I wasn’t sure if I would need a translator, so I asked Amy here to join me for the evening. I hope I have not offended you, my Lord,” said Roger. Amy translated what he had said to the Sheikh.
The Sheikh, after contemplating what he had heard, instructed Amy to relay to Roger that he should leave the palace at once as no foreigners may wander the palace at this hour. He also told Amy to return to her quarters.
The Sheikh and his bodyguards turned to leave them, and Amy’s heart rate subsided. That was until she heard a loud, ear-piercing sound coming from under her burqa. The tape recorder had malfunctioned and jammed!
The Sheikh turned around and watched the two foreigners with caution. His bodyguards, unsure of what was causing the noise, quickly apprehended the two of them. Roger was thrown to the floor, and Amy was left standing albeit in the arms of another muscular security guard. The Sheikh listened to the noise for a few moments, before ordering the security guard to strip the American woman.
Amy squealed as her burqa was torn off her in one smooth movement, leaving her wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Her arms immediately went to cover the tape recorder strapped to her chest, but the guard confiscated the recorder before she could get to it. After ensuring that it posed no threat to their master, the guard diligently gave the device to the Sheikh.
Both bodyguards drew their pistols and pointed them at their respective charge. Amy heard the click of the gun and knew the game was over. She was about to be executed, and she looked pleadingly at the Sheikh. He motioned for them to stop and ordered the guards to holster their weapons. Amy cried and thanked the Sheikh repeatedly in Arabic.
However, Amy misinterpreted the Sheikh’s actions as an act of kindness. They dragged Roger to his feet and marched both of them through the confines of the castle. Amy was hyperventilating, as she did not know where she was being taken.
Eventually, they reached the center of the palace, the Sheikh’s personal wing of the palace. She watched as the Sheikh placed his right eye against a retinal scanner, and then another security device took his fingerprints. Noticing that Amy was watching the Sheikh’s security procedures, the security guard placed a rough arm over her eyes so that she couldn’t see what was happening. Amy heard the noise of the door opening, and someone dragged her through what she thought must be numerous passageways and corridors. She did not know where she was or where she was going. Additionally, Amy felt exposed as she was wearing nothing but her bra and panties as the bodyguard led her around the palace.
Amy struggled to maintain her composure as she continued to walk through the inner sanctum of the palace. She supposed that she and Roger must be the first foreigners ever to have made it this far into the palace, which was a poor consolation prize for her.
Eventually, they must have reached their destination as they stopped walking. The bodyguard uncovered Amy’s eyes, and she saw she was in a lavish corridor, much like the rest of the palace, but there were more guards bustling about. They came to a stop outside a room, and Amy translated what was written above the room. The writing, in Arabic, said ‘operating theater’. Amy was confused and looked at Roger for help.
Amy and Roger exchanged terrified looks before they took Roger inside first. Amy pleaded with the Sheikh while waiting outside. “Please, let me go! I won’t say anything, please just let me go,” begged Amy in Arabic as the Sheikh paid her no attention. After a few minutes, Amy heard screams coming from the theater room. She knew those were the screams of Roger.
The Sheikh smirked and entered the room to see what was happening, leaving Amy with the bodyguard. There they stayed for what felt like hours. Amy was not permitted to sit down, and the guard did not loosen his grip on her even slightly. Concerned for Roger, Amy wondered about the sick experiments being conducted on the poor businessman. She felt responsible for getting him involved in her scheme. Her plan no longer felt important after the events that the evening had taken. Surprisingly, Amy had remained relatively calm thus far, and she wondered how long her composure would last for before she broke down and started to cry like a little girl. She was not equipped to deal with this situation. She had been effectively kidnapped in a foreign country, with little to no hope of escape. Worst of all, she had no idea what the Sheikh was going to do to her and Roger. Why had they not been killed yet? Why were they being taken to a medical facility that was hidden away in the center of the palace, and most importantly could she escape? There were so many guards milling about, she knew it was impossible. She would just have to wait to see what fate would bring her.
The Room
Amy thought she would spend the rest of her life outside the doors of the theater when suddenly the Sheikh reappeared. He gestured for the bodyguard to bring the young American woman into the operating theater. The security guard dragged Amy kicking and screaming into the theater.
The room she entered was completely white and clinical, full of expensive looking equipment, with a group of surgeons and doctors milling around busily prepping the room. For what, Amy did not know. The security guard led Amy over to a table and forced her onto her back, and then he attached restraints to her ankles and wrists, making her completely immobile. The bodyguard stood back, and the Sheikh stood over Amy.
“Amy Sexton, that’s your name, right?” asked the Sheikh in perfect English. Amy’s eyes widened as she realized the Sheikh was fluent in English. How was this possible, and why? Amy thought to herself. As if reading her mind, the Sheikh addressed her questions.
“Yes, I can speak English,” continued the Sheikh. “Don’t look so surprised. “Yes, I can speak English,” the Sheikh continued, as I had multiple tutors in the language from a young age. I’m very enamored with your fantasy literature,” laughed the Sheikh.
“Then why did you need an interpreter?” asked Amy in confusion. She had been working for the Sheikh for the past few months, and the revelation that the Sheikh had no need of her genuinely perplexed her.
“I like to keep my enemies off guard,” replied the Sheikh. “If they think I cannot speak their language, they often betray themselves in front of me. It’s a tactic I learned from my father. That’s enough about me,” said the Sheikh. “I’m sure you want to learn more about your own fate, yes?”
“Please,” whimpered Amy. “I won’t say anything. I’ll forget about the whole thing if you just let me go. You don’t need to kill me,” begged Amy as she craned her neck to stare into the Sheikh’s eyes.
“You were so close to exposing my secrets,” replied the Sheikh. “If that story had gotten out, about the things that I’m doing here, the West would be forced to denounce me and cut off trade with my kingdom. Without the foreign income, I could not hold my dominion together and I would slowly lose my grip on power. However, you knew all this when you made that recording, didn’t you?” said the Sheikh accusingly.
“I did,” Amy confessed. There was no point in keeping her secrets now, it would do nothing to help her. “I’m sorry, I’m young and naïve. Please, just let me go.”
“It’s far too late for that,” said the Sheikh. “I need to punish you for what you have done, for the treason you have committed. I had briefly considered killing you,” said the Sheikh, before letting his decision sink into her mind.
“Then why haven’t you?” asked Amy as her heart started racing in fear and anticipation. “Why am I in an operating theater and not dead?” said Amy trying to maintain her calm composure.
“For several reasons,” replied the Sheikh as his fingers found her panties. He then removed them with one forceful tug, causing Amy to scream. Her shaved pussy was exposed to the Sheikh.
“Please, don’t remove my clothes,” begged Amy. The Sheikh ignored her, and then ripped off her bra, exposing her pert A-cup breasts to the cool air of the operating theater, leaving her completely nude and helpless.
“The man who sold you the tape recorder, do you know what happened to him?” asked the Sheikh quizzically. Amy shook her head to show that she did not know his fate.
“He was executed about one hour ago,” continued the Sheik. “He had a wife and a large family that he was supporting. You see,” said the Sheikh, his tone becoming suddenly angry, “I dislike killing my people, but what am I to do? It’s the price of maintaining my hold on the land.”
Amy felt a prick in her right leg, and she watched as someone injected something into it. Then they also administered the same compound to her left leg. She felt her legs growing heavy, and she felt them go numb. She could not move her lower extremities.
“What are they doing to me?” asked Amy as she cried. The Sheikh ignored her questions and continued talking.
“Do you know what happened to the American businessman that you were in league with? His name was Roger, I believe,” asked the Sheikh as he looked deep into her eyes.
“Is Roger dead too,” sobbed Amy. She couldn’t believe that her actions had caused so much pain and death, and she felt completely responsible for Roger’s current situation.
“No,” replied the Sheikh. “He will wish he was though,” smirked the Sheikh menacingly. “He also had a family that he will never see again. And finally, do you know what happened to Rafiq Dar, my cousin? A man I grew up with and spent my childhood with,” asked the Sheikh.
“Please,” cried Amy. “I know nothing,” she said, and noticed that a screen had been set up to cover her legs. She could no longer see what the surgeons were doing down there.
“I knew he wasn’t particularly fond of me,” admitted the Sheikh. “However, I did not know the level of his bitterness and vitriol towards me. I listened to your tape and heard with my own ears the level of betrayal that he had sunk to,” said the Sheikh with remorse in his voice. “He is currently being tortured and is due to be brutally executed in a few minutes,” said the Sheikh checking his watch. Amy was sobbing as the Sheikh had listed off all the people that had died, or who were going to die, for her actions.
“Please,” howled Amy. “I’m sorry, just let me go. I’m scared,” Amy said as she completely broke down and her composure disappeared entirely. She was now just a scared little girl on the table, and both she and the Sheikh knew that now.
Amy flinched as one surgeon injected her with a needle, into her right boob. The needle was connected to something that resembled an IV bag. Another surgeon did the same thing with her left breast. She watched as a blue, shimmering liquid flowed from the bag and into her breasts.
“What are they doing to me?” asked Amy through her tears. She couldn’t feel or move her legs, and now they were injecting some unknown liquid into her breasts. She did not know what was happening to her, and the Sheikh was not providing answers.
“All will become clear soon, my American girl,” replied the Sheikh as he brushed her long, black hair out of her eyes and gently caressed her forehead. “Amy Sexton, now you comprehend the consequences of potentially bringing down my kingdom and forcing me to execute my people, including my cousin, whom I’ve known since we were both boys. For that, killing you would be insufficient. No, you must be punished in accordance with your transgressions,” stated the Sheikh.
“I still don’t understand?” replied Amy. She could hardly see the Sheikh anymore as her vision was clouded with tears. Amy felt another prick and saw a surgeon inject her arms with a syringe, and within moments her arms went numb and she lost the use of them. She turned her vision back to the Sheikh, terrified of what was happening around her.
“Amy, you wanted to uncover my secrets,” replied the Sheikh. “I will tell you what I can, of my private plans. The rest you will have to discover for yourself in time. You were correct,” started the Sheikh. “I have a harem of women that I keep in another palace of mine. You see, I have to take action against any women who speak out against my regime. So, I have these women abducted in the middle of the night by personal security, stripped of their clothing and made to spend the rest of their lives as sex slaves in another palace that I rarely frequent.”
“Then why reduce them to sex slaves if you don’t even live with them?” asked Amy as she tried to follow what the Sheikh was telling her. At least she was going to get her answers, one way or another.
“Very good question,” replied the Sheikh. “It is political. These women are merely a nuisance to me. I have let a powerful warlord use this palace, and I provide him and his sons with a regular supply of women for their own use and enjoyment. In return, the warlord, who could have the potential to cause me quite a headache, bent the knee to me and provided me with his men to enforce my power across the region,” continued the Sheikh. “However, I have my own harem. Throughout the years of my rule, there have been numerous men who have stood up to my rule, and have had to be dealt with either through wars that have destroyed my land. When I win a war, I will kill the man on one condition. If he has no daughters, I will torture and execute the traitor. However, if the man has any adult daughters, then I will claim them, take them to this very operating theater, and then into my very own harem in this palace. And there they will spend the rest of their days,” said the Sheikh. “You’d be surprised how obliging former traitors can be when you threaten to have their cocks sucked by their own daughters. They don’t fear death, but they are terrified of incest. It truly amazes me how morality works,” mused the Sheikh as he finished stroking Amy’s forehead.
“You’re a monster,” Amy simply stated as she now knew the extent of his atrocities and human rights violations. “How could you do this to women? They are people too,” pressed Amy.
“I’m not a monster,” rebuked the Sheikh. “I’m simply a by-product of power. I’m what’s needed to hold a region together that has been raped and abused by your country, Amy,” continued the Sheikh.
“Bullshit,” replied Amy, finding her resolve. “You can blame everyone else for what you are doing here, but that won’t absolve you of what you’ve done.” Amy struggled with all her might around the collar around her neck and pushed her head up towards the Sheikh in a show of defiance.
“I’m done debating you, slave,” said the Sheikh. “Your days of learning and scholarship are over. You will live the rest of your life here, as part of my harem,” said the Sheikh as he stood up and a surgeon took away his chair. “When you wake up from this surgery, then we shall chat again, and we shall see if you are still brave enough to call me a monster to my face,” said the Sheikh as he left the operating theater.
Amy’s head collapsed back down against the table from exhaustion. She watched in horror as the surgeons proceeded with their work on her body. Eventually, one surgeon placed a divider up around her neck so she could no longer see her body. Amy cried once again as she imagined all the horrible things that they were doing to her body. What if they took off all her limbs? What were they doing?
A surgeon approached Amy with a mask to administer the general anesthetic that would render her unconscious. Amy tried to move her head around to avoid the mask. She knew as long as she was awake, there was some chance of escape, however unlikely. Once she was asleep, that was it. The surgeon easily placed the mask over her mouth, and she felt the gas doing its work as she became increasingly tired. Amy eventually succumbed to the effects of the gas and felt herself drifting off to sleep, terrified of the results of the surgery when she would wake up from this nightmare.
The Nightmare Begins
Amy felt herself coming to her senses. She opened her eyes and looked around at her surroundings. She was in a brightly lit room where the sunlight was pouring in from holes in the ceiling. There were portraits of previous sheikhs all over the walls, detailing the history of the family. Amy noticed she appeared to be in a pool with the water reaching her neck. There were other women swimming in the pool.
“Ahlan,” said a voice to Amy’s immediate right. There was a woman next to her in the pool. Amy could only see her face. The water obscured the rest of her body. Amy was still coming around and trying to remember what had happened to her.
“Where am I?” asked Amy as she stared at the beautiful, tanned woman. The alluring woman positioned herself in front of Amy and placed her arms on her shoulders, steadying her.
“Ah, you are English?” replied the woman. Amy studied the face of the woman in front of her: she had beautiful brown eyes, red eyeshadow and long black hair that came past her shoulders.
“American,” stated Amy as she struggled to remember the events that had transpired. “What’s happening? Where am I? Why am I in a pool?” said Amy as she panicked.
“Stay calm, my American friend,” said the woman. “My name is Zeena Soltani. What exactly do you remember?” asked the Saudi woman with concern in her voice.
“I… I… I was in the employ of the Sheikh, and then I… I made the recording, I got caught recording a conversation, and then they took me to an operating theater… oh my God, what did they do to me?!” cried Amy.
“I’ll explain,” replied Zeena to soothe the young American. “You are in Sheikh Rameen Rasheed’s personal harem. Me and the other women you see here are also prisoners of the Sheikh. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this.”
“This is the harem that he talked about,” said Amy absent mindlessly. “I don’t understand though, why am I here?” asked Amy with trepidation in her heart.
“Punishment,” explained Zeena. “You’re going to spend the rest of your life in this gilded cage,” continued Zeena. “I wish it weren’t so. There’s something else we need to talk about,” said Zeena. “I’ll try to help you come to terms with the surgery as best I can. I’ve helped the other girls, too.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Amy. As the Saudi woman talked about potential changes that had been wrought on her body against her will, her heart started racing. Zeena reached up and grabbed a strand of her hair and showed it to her.
“I heard the bodyguards talking as they dropped you in here. You had black hair before, no?” asked Zeena as she held the American’s hair in front of her. Amy gasped as she saw that her hair had changed color. Whereas her natural hair had been a dark black color, it was now a fire engine bright red color.
“Okay,” started Amy. “That’s strange. Why did they dye my hair?” asked the American in confusion. If that was the worst that the surgeons did to her, then she would be the first to thank them.
“It’s a sick joke,” replied Zeena. “Here, take this,” instructed Zeena as she pulled a mirror that had evidently been on the seat that they were sitting on, submerged under the water.
Amy held up the mirror to her face and yelled out in shock. Apart from the head of bright red hair, she now had a dark blue eyeshadow above her eyes. Her lips were also plump and a deep red. Clearly they had done work on them. She now looked like a slutty pornstar. Amy then noticed her hands as she held the mirror up to her face. Her nails were a blue color, and her fingers had webbing between them.
“What the fuck?” said Amy in utter confusion. “Why are my fingers webbed? Why? What?” Amy repeated in bewilderment. Why had the surgeons done this to her, to what end?
“Look down,” said Zeena. She pointed towards Amy’s lower body. Amy dragged herself out of the water and made her next discovery about her new body. Her breasts were absolutely huge on her chest. They were two mounds of huge flesh atop her chest that jiggled at the slightest of movements.
“What the fuck?” whispered Amy as she groped her enlarged mammaries. They were soft and natural, and absolutely huge, and were putting a strain on her back.
“They are a 30 J cup size,” said Zeena sympathetically. “I heard the surgeons talking when they were transferring you here.”
“This can’t get any worse,” said Amy as she tried to stand up and get out of the pool. However, something was wrong. Her legs felt all wrong. Amy’s eyes widened with horror as she looked down at her missing legs. Where her legs used to be was a bright red tail that started just below her bellybutton. Amy dragged herself out of the water and watched as the red tail continued until it ended in a fluke. Her tail flopped uselessly on the white porcelain tiles on the floor.
“Amy, are you okay?” asked Zeena as she also pulled herself out of the pool. Aghast, Amy noticed that Zeena also had an enormous pair of breasts, just like her own. Amy’s gaze shifted downward from Zeena’s massive breasts downwards and that the Saudi woman had a bright purple mermaid’s tail similar to her own.
“You’re a mermaid too!” stated Amy in abject horror as it became clear what the Sheikh was doing here. He was abducting women and not only keeping them as sex slaves, but turning them into busty mermaid slaves.
“Every woman in this room is,” Zeena said sadly as she sat next to Amy and placed an arm around her. “Are you feeling okay? I know that this is a lot to take in,” said Zeena to comfort the American mermaid.
“I need a minute,” replied Amy as she receded from the other mermaid’s embrace and started sobbing. Zeena nodded understandingly and slipped back into the pool.
Amy grieved the loss of her legs and the changes that were made to her body. She would never get to experience so many of life’s joys now. Amy would never walk again, get married, have children, or see her parents ever again. Instead, she would spend the rest of her life as a mermaid in this facility.
“Amy?” asked a familiar voice from over her shoulder. Amy craned her neck and saw a near-naked white man standing over her. The man was completely bald and was wearing nothing suave for a pair of white underwear.
“Who are you?” asked Amy apprehensively. All she needed right now was another surprise after learning that she had been transformed into a big-titted mermaid.
“It’s me, Roger,” replied the man, glancing furtively around the compound. Amy couldn’t believe that the person in front of her was the same smartly dressed businessman that she had conspired with a few days ago. He looked so different.
“What did they do to you?” asked Amy, genuinely concerned. She knew she was responsible for whatever the Sheikh had done to Roger and felt awful about it.
“They …” started Roger before his voice trailed off. “They castrated me and made me into a eunuch,” said Roger with pain in his voice. “The Sheikh told me that my one job in life now is to ensure that his harem of mermaids is safe and looked after.”
“I’m so sorry for what happened to you,” said Amy with remorse in her voice. She placed a wet hand around his ankle and smiled up at him sadly. It seemed he was in a similar boat to Amy now.
“I don’t blame you, Amy. I had a choice as well. I could have reported you to the Sheikh directly. I didn’t have to go along with your plan. I think deep down, I wanted to do something good and important with my life, and your plan was it,” said Roger.
“It doesn’t have to be like this,” said Amy with a thought suddenly coming into her mind. “You can still walk, and you’re not a mermaid like me. You can lift me out of the pool and we can run away,” Amy said, suddenly excited. Roger shook his head sadly.
“The Sheikh said that if I ever assisted any of his mermaid, particularly you Amy, in escaping, that he would have my family back home killed. In fact, I have to ensure that you never escape, Amy,” said Roger. “It’s for my family, I’m sure you understand?”
Amy turned away from the eunuch and felt anger in her chest. How could Roger just give up like this? He still had legs and could escape! She felt it was unfair that she had been transformed into a helpless mermaid solely because she was a woman.
After standing behind the mermaid for a few minutes, Roger was clearly unsure of what else could be said between them before he walked away to tend to his new duties as a harem keeper.
Amy picked up her new huge tits and felt their weight in her hands. She noticed her areolae were much bigger and her nipples were more pronounced. Brushing off one of her nipples, she experienced an extreme sensation of pure pleasure. Amy was in disbelief at how sensitive her nipples now were. She then ran her hands along her flat and toned stomach and down to her tail, where she found out that her vagina was now in a slit in her tail, unnoticeable but definitely there. Amy then attempted to stand on her new tail, but immediately collapsed onto the floor of the palace. Amy’s anger grew as she realized how poorly her new body was suited for land, prompting her to enter the pool once again. She searched for her friend Zeena.
“Amy,” asked Zeena as the other mermaid swam up beside her and threaded water. Zeena was clearly trying to gauge the other mermaids’s current feelings about her current predicament.
“What do we actually do around here?” asked Amy as she looked around at the expansive pool and ceilings above her.
“Swim, mostly,” replied Zeena. “Occasionally, the Sheikh will visit and then we are to pleasure him,” said Zeena matter-of-factly. Clearly, she had been at the palace as a mermaid for too long to just accept that they were slaves. Zeena, sensing Amy’s growing discomfort, challenged her to a race.
As Amy plunged her head under the water and kicked her tail, she was amazed at the speed at which she started to travel in the water. The pool was so incredibly large as well that it felt like an age getting from one end of the pool to the other.
When they reached the other end of the pool, Amy pulled herself out of the water to catch her breath, and Zeena did the same. The two mermaids sat side by side, regaining their breath. Amy watched the other mermaids in the pool who were swimming or idling at the edge of the pool, brushing their hair. One or two were even pleasuring themselves. Amy noticed she was the only white mermaid in the pool, clearly the Sheikh had just been abducting Saudi women, and Amy was the first foreign mermaid to enter the harem. Amy lay back, tired after the swim, and tried to sleep. Before she knew it, she had entered her dreams and had escaped from the Sheikh’s palace and was far away, back home with her parents and no longer a busty mermaid being kept by the Sheikh as a slave. Instead, she had her legs back and her breasts were small and pert. How she liked them.
Amy hugged her parents, and they embraced her back. She knew everything would be okay now that she was back at home. She no longer needed to worry about the events that had transpired in Saudi Arabia. However, as Amy would soon learn, her nightmare was only just beginning.
An Official Visit
Several Months Later …
Amy was floating in the center of the pool on her back, staring up at the ceiling that had become her sky. She knew every nook and cranny in the ancient roof of the palace. Time was no longer relevant to Amy. She only knew the sunset when the light stopped flooding into the palace room in which she had spent the last several months as a slave. She missed the feeling of the breeze on her face or the warmth of the sun. Instead, this one room in the palace trapped her, confining her to the pool or lounging on the tiles beside it. She had accepted escape was impossible, and Roger was never too far from her anxiously watching the American mermaid for any attempt to escape.
She had grown close with Zeena over the course of the last few months. The Saudi mermaid was good company and helped keep her spirits high. Amy kept speaking English instead of Arabic as an act of defiance, although no one seemed to notice.
“Amy,” called the voice of Roger. “Amy, come here,” Roger ordered her. Over the last few months, Amy and Roger had grown somewhat apathetic towards each other. Roger had grown angry with Amy’s stubbornness. She refused to speak to him, convinced that he had given up on escaping the clutches of the Sheikh.
Finally, Amy obeyed his commands and swam over to him and pulled herself out of the pool and sat on the edge of the pool and looked up at the former businessman who towered over her.
“Amy, I was told to get you out of the water and ready to present you to the Sheikh and his important guest,” Roger stated. “I was told I’m also to be present.”
“Fine,” replied Amy apathetically, and sat on her knees with her arms on her tail. Her huge tits hung freely in the air. Amy no longer had a concept of nakedness anymore. It had been too long since she had worn any clothing to give any thought to that.
Amy heard a door open and watched curiously as the Sheikh entered the room with another man by his side, who wore an expensive-looking suit. She didn’t immediately recognize the man, but Roger audibly swore.
“Fuck, do you know who that is?” asked Roger said in disbelief. He was looking down at Amy wide eyed and surprised. Amy took a deeper look at the man and then it hit her who it was.
“That’s Duncan Black!” Amy said excitedly. “The President of the United States of America.” Amy didn’t know why the President was here, but here was her chance to escape. The most powerful man in the world could help her for sure. The two men approached Amy and Roger, and two bodyguards placed two immaculate and expensive charges for them to sit. Amy smiled at the President as he sat down.
“Mr. President,” started Amy as he stared up at him hopefully. “My name is Amy Sexton -“ before Amy could continue, the President stared at her and then back at the Sheikh.
“Is that Amy Sexton, the US journalist that died in a car accident?” asked the President, clearly alarmed. “What the fuck have you done to her?” said the President, clearly furious with what he was seeing. Amy was, after all, an American citizen and therefore under his protection.
“Amy was working as an undercover journalist in my palace,” explained the Sheikh. “She could have unearthed a lot of sensitive information that could have embarrassed me … and you,” said the Sheikh with menace dripping from his voice.
“I see,” replied the President, considering what the Sheikh had said. He looked sadly at the mermaid kneeling before him. “I’m so sorry for what you have been through, Miss Sexton.”
“So you’ll help me?” asked Amy, with hope in her voice. The President of the United fucking States was sitting in front of her. He would surely save her and punish the Sheikh for screwing with an American.
“Miss Sexton,” started the President. “Your country appreciates your sacrifice. Although no one will ever know what you have done here, rest assured you have the gratitude of the American people,” said the President.
“What the fuck?!” shouted Amy. “You are the President, please help me!” Amy ordered the President, causing her vast chest to jiggle and bounce around uncontrollably.
“Careful with your tone, young lady,” replied the President. “You got yourself into this mess, and I can’t risk our country’s security and business arrangement with Saudi Arabia for the sake of a single woman,” the President said sharply. “Why did you bring me here?” the President said, clearly annoyed and directing his question towards the Sheikh.
“I need to know that I can trust you,” the Sheikh replied, as he leaned back in his chair, clearly in command of the room. “I want you to take out your cock and fuck your citizen in the mouth, so I know you can put the good of your country above your own qualms.”
“I will do no such thing!” shouted the President, standing up from his seat. “This is an American citizen, I will not have sex with her. I’m taking her with me and back home!” The Sheikh remained cool and unfazed by the outburst. The Sheikh rolled his head to the left and examined the President, as if he were reading a book.
“Have you calmed down yet?” asked the Sheikh. “If you want our oil, then you will do as I have asked,” said the Sheikh. The President nodded his head somberly, and removed his trousers, followed by his underwear.
Amy watched as the President’s throbbing member swayed side to side as he sat back down in his seat. Amy backed away, but the Sheikh gestured at Roger and he grabbed Amy and pushed her forward, her face landing on the lap of the President. Before she could protest, she felt a cock entering her mouth and hands, moving her head up and down along the shaft of the penis that was enveloping her mouth. Amy screamed in frustration and anger as the cock slid up and down in her mouth aggressively. She glanced at the Sheikh, who had an impassive look on his face. After a minute or two, she felt the President cum, and she pulled away after taking a mouth full of cum.
“You fucking prick!” yelled Amy, cum dripping from her mouth onto her immense chest. She wiped her mouth and covered her breasts, trying to conserve some of her lost dignity.
“Well done,” the Sheikh said to the President and leaned in from his chair and pointed towards a camera that was hidden in the corner of the room. The President followed the Sheikh’s gaze and saw the camera.
“Sweet Jesus,” said the President, realizing that someone had caught the entire encounter on tape. If the public ever saw this footage, it would end the President’s career.
“Don’t worry, Mr. President, I won’t release that video,” reassured the Sheikh. “Not unless you force me to. You do what I say, and I will make you a rich man and ensure the security of your country. Betray me, and I will ensure that you are impeached and sent to jail.” The President nodded his head in agreement, and the two men stood up and shook hands. The Sheikh then led the President out of the room, leaving Amy to spit cum out of her mouth.
She crawled to the pool and drank water and swirled it around her mouth in order to clean her mouth. The President of the US made a political pact by ejaculating in her mouth, which left her feeling disgusted. Amy felt an arm on her shoulder. It was Roger attempting to comfort her.
“Thank you, Roger,” said Amy as she cried again. Roger tightened his grip on her shoulder and sat next to her and dangled his legs in the water as well. “I’m never getting out of here,” asked Amy, finally realizing just how fucked she truly was.
“No,” replied Roger sadly. “But you have a family here,” said Roger. “All these women are suffering the same as you are. You can help them. Talk to them, learn their stories. What is the secret behind their motivation? What do they fear? What are their fantasies? You’re still a journalist, Amy. Do what you do best,” Roger said, offering his advice.
“Thank you, Roger,” said Amy. “I’m so sorry for what happened to you.”
“I’m fine,” replied the eunuch. “My family is safe, and that’s all that matters to me. Besides, I have a new daughter now,” said Roger as he hugged Amy. Roger’s hug was one of love and comfort. There was nothing sexual in it. Amy was grateful for this kind gesture. She felt relieved that Roger viewed her as a person and not as a mere sexual plaything.
The mermaid and the eunuch stayed there, at the edge of the pool, for what felt like forever. Amy eventually slipped back into the pool to clean herself further before turning in for the night. She bid Roger goodnight and swam a few lengths of the pool.
Zeena checked in on Amy as well, ensuring that she was okay after the events that occurred today. Amy smiled and told the other mermaid that she was fine. Amy and Zeena dragged themselves out of the pool and slept next to each other on a bed that was erected on the floor, designed specifically for the mermaids. Zeena fell asleep first, leaving the American mermaid to contemplate her thoughts.
Amy had come to Saudi Arabia to break a story, but unwittingly, she had become the story herself. She had been transformed from a human woman to a mythological creature - a mermaid. She would spend the rest of her days in a mermaid harem, at the whims of the Sheikh.
The Sheikh had doled out a fitting punishment; she supposed. Amy had wanted so badly to be a proper journalist and break a story; she had underestimated the danger she was in. Now, she became the story. She would never write another article or submit another story. Amy would never hold a pen between her fingers or type literature on a keyboard.
Apart from her professional life, her personal life was also affected. She would never marry, have children, and grow old with her partner now. Her parents’ thought that their only daughter had died in a car crash. They would never know that their daughter was alive and relatively safe, being kept in a twenty-first century harem in a foreign country.