Prepare for the night ahead

The next morning, Omar and Safi were already awake by the time I finally came to. Omar was finishing his prayers as Safi was laying out the elaborate bellydancing costume for me. I slid from between the sheets, not bothering to attempt to hide my body. What was the point? They'd had me every way I could imagine. They had placed the scented oils and soaps in the shower for me, as well as a small safety razor.

I was on autopilot. I used the oils to shave my legs, rubbing the sweet smelling liquid into my pours. I could hear them talking in the other room, but couldn't make out anything. Safi pushed the door open. "Shave your pussy too. Not all of it, just make it look nice and smooth. If they test you, you don't want to ruin your chances by feeling like a sandpaper." He left the door open as he turned back to Omar to continue his conversation. I lathered up my lips, and slowly shaved the stubble until they were a smooth, tender pink.

I washed myself, wondering if either of them would be joining me in the shower. "Probably not," I thought. They'd want me presentable and ready for the buyers. The silky soap they had gotten for me smelled of desert flowers and almonds while the shampoo was a luxurious combination of frankinscence and amber. I toweled my body off, and began to run the scented oils into my skin, covering my long neck and soft breasts, my thighs and sex. I looked into the mirror, staring into my blue and hazel eyes. If I didn't convince one of the buyers to take me, I had an idea of what Safi would be doing to me later tonight...

When I walked back into the room with the two men, their conversation stopped. Omar muttered something under his breath while Safi stared at me. "Should I put on my makeup now, or are either of you just going to mess it up?" I said, picking up the flowing skirt. I wrapped it around my waist and tied it with a sash. It was purple with black and emerald green scarves dangling from the waist. The top was soft and flowing with small coins hanging from tiny threads. I struggled to get my massive tits into it, but when I did I had to admit that they had chosen my outfit well. An emerald veil completed my clothing. The rings, bracelets, dangling earrings, and tiny chains of a bellydancer completed my accessories.

I used the black Arabic eyeliner and a dark red lipstick, parsing my lips to spread it evenly. I turned to face the men, and presented myself. Omar said something in a slightly awestruck tone. Safi nodded. "He says you look like you were sent from Hell's harem itself to entice men into wickedness." He had that look in his eye. He wanted to toss me to the floor, tear the skirt and veils from my oiled body, penetrate me again and again...

Omar stood, a jar in his hand. "Here. Put this in vagina." I took it from him. Honey. I poured it on my fingers, coating them completely. Safi watched intently, but my eyes were locked with Omar's. With my clean hand, I pulled the skirt open, exposing my leg. He swallowed as I slid the honeyed digits into my shaven cunt, working them deeply into me, coating my lips. Part of me wanted to pour the honey on his cock, sucking him till he was painfully hard and then ride him until I was completely covered, but the risk of Safi joining in was too great. For good measure, I recoated my index finger, and slid it into my ass. I desperately wanted to lift my leg and let him taste me...

But no, they had other plans. Safi was on his phone, undoubtedly finalizing the deal. The men gathered their belongings, and I knew it was time. We left the hotel, eyes trailing me as I walked to the jeep. Safi rode in the back. I guess they didn't want me to get dirty.

We drove through busy markets and abandoned streets, passed beautiful buildings carved from stone, and piles of rubble destroyed by bombs. People with kind eyes and hard faces surrounded us as we drove, leading donkeys or driving Porsches. Our destination lie ahead through an iron gate flanked by men in military clothing and armed with AK 47s. The driveway was full of expensive Italian and German luxury cars and limos. On the lawn were not a few helicopters. Beyond them was a lush garden with servants pruning and tending it. A man directed us down a side driveway, and that lot was lined with old trucks, beat up cars, and vans. Some of the trucks had large cages in their beds. I could imagine what went in them.

We parked beside a piece of shit minivan. Omar turned the jeep off, but did not open the door. I sat there silent for a moment, staring ahead. I said nothing, waiting to see what would do. Finally, he shook his head. "I don't know why you didn't try the door. I left it unlocked last night. You could have escaped. Too late now. Too late." He sighed, and got out of the jeep. I sat there for a moment, and wondered why I didn't try to escape. Was it fear? A dark part of my brain was telling me the truth, but I wasn't ready to hear it. "You didn't try the door because you really are a..."

Safi rapped his knuckle on the window and snapped me out of my thoughts. He opened the door, and directed me to follow Omar toward the servant's entrance. As I walked on the soft grass I wondered how much money it took to keep it green. More than enough to buy and sell me a hundred times over, for sure. I wondered if this mansion was paid for with the bodies of silly white girls who didn't try to escape when they had the chance. I remembered the trucks with the cages. It wasn't all just women like me...women would clung to that harem fantasy for a little too long and ended up...whores.

The door opened. Another man with another AK 47 directed us in, and I knew that there was no going back now, only through.