Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2017 17:57:08 +0000
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 41 The customer/Dexter's Saga

The Customer/Dexter's Saga
By Joystick

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End of chapter 40

"Jess, my love, I hope this will serve as a reminder that you belong to me
and only to me! I will kill him with my bare hands if he lays his hands on
you again..."

Chapter 41

"You know it will be difficult for you to get close enough to get your
hands on him again."

"Now, Jesse, don't give it another thought! I will take care of
Haroum. First thing in the morning I will contact the bastard and tell him
to lay off you and then I will offer him that gift I told you about. I'm
sure that ought to satisfy that horny bastard, at least for a while,"
Yethro said and then got up and started to return to his office.

"I hope so!" Jesse shouted after him as he got up and dressed.  "In the
meantime, I'll see Ronnie about the house. She is going to be thrilled with
the plans. She never really expected all this. All she wanted was a small
log cabin. She can't remember a time when she lived in a real home of her
own. Her mother and father were killed when she was too young to remember
anything. Rashid and his mother are all she can remember. Heck, I'm even
excited.  Except for the homes we lived in, I've never had a place that I
could really call mine and mine alone. I know her Grandmother will be happy
and I'll even bet that Rashid likes the plans. He will be happy to finally
be free of having to take care of the two women. All he has ever known was
working to provide food and shelter for the three of them. Now, he may even
take the time to think about getting a wife. I'll bet he even finds a woman
of his own now."

"Yes, you would think that with all the money that I paid that bandit for
that niece of his, he would have thought about buying himself a bride."
Yethro laughed. "He would have no problem finding one - he is rich,
good-looking and young! He should have no trouble finding a stunning blond
or even two. Oh, to be young again."

"Young again? Hey after what you just did to me - I don't want to hear you
complain about being old," Jessie laughed. "I just hope that when I reach
your age I can find the energy ... Now get out of here and let me get back
to work. We both have things to do - I have to go over these plans and get
them ready to show to Ronnie and you have to see about that 'Haroum'
matter. You better get on that right away. I really don't think he is going
to take 'no' for an answer. He doesn't seem to be the type. "

"Yes I'll get in touch with him first thing in the morning and I'll take
care of him. Rest easy on that! By the way, I do owe you an apology!"

"Yes you do! My ass still hurts!"

"Not for that, you dunce - for breaking into your safe..."
                               ~~~~~~~~

"That pig! That son of a desert whore! Who the fucking hell does that old
bastard think he is fooling around with? Trying to bribe me with some young
boy! Like we did not have thousands of young men here. I could have any boy
I want. You can go to any slave market in the world and you can pick up
fifty. They are cheap even in the better markets.  I'm a Caliph, THE
Caliph. I'm not some common fellahin. When I get my hands on him, I'll cut
off his balls and stuff them in his mouth!"

"Easy, my lord, remember that you are THE Caliph, and much better than he
is. Why not accept his offer? It will make him think that he has won and he
will not be on his guard. You could always use another young sex slave and
it will be free and will cost you nothing. If you don't like him, you could
always sell him off later. Yethro is not even worthy of your anger. As for
Jesse, what does he have that you cannot find at any good slave market? Why
let Yethro bother you? You are above him both in title and station. Accept
this offer!"

"Accept this offer?" Haroum fumed as he paced back and forth in his
office.. "I should cut off your head for even suggesting that. That's not
an offer - it's an insult," he shouted as he reached into his waistband and
pulled out a gold handled dagger".

"I meant no insult only to point out that there are other ways of getting
things done. Remember, my lord, that like you, the Governor and his son are
both very powerful and influential people. They have lots of
connections. Jesse, from what we know, was even friendly and had the ear of
the last President. I'm not sure if this is true of this new President that
they have elected. He appears to be an unstable idiot who is just looking
for any excuse to unleash his arsenal on us. Why give him that excuse? This
is just the sort of excuse that idiot would use. Look, I still have some
friends and connections left in the States and I bet I can arrange to have
this Jesse willingly come to you. In fact, I'm sure that I can make it so
that he will crawl to you on his hands and knees begging you for whatever
it is that you want from him. Why soil your hands with this matter when it
can be done and made to look as if you are innocent. Let me handle this and
as a little side gift I can even arrange to have you gifted with his
father's balls." Dawud said.

"Yethro's balls! Sounds wonderful but, no, we still need that Camel Jockey
at least for the time being. If you kill his father or hurt him in any way,
Jesse will never cooperate with us. But you do interest me. Just how could
you get Jesse to come here?" the Caliph asked, replacing the dagger, lacing
his hands together, and smiling. "Remember I want him to come to me here,
in the Caliphate, of his own free will. No harm is to come to him. Not one
scratch! It would also be nice if he would present himself to me in that
mesh underwear I sent to him as a gift," he sneered.

"I'll try but I don't know if I can arrange the underwear, other than that
he will come to us of his own free will!  The basic idea is to 'convince'
Rashid's niece to join us and hold her, then inform Jesse that if he wants
to see his woman again he must present himself to us." Dawud smiled

"How are you going to do that? I don't want her killed or even hurt. Jesse
loves her and wants to marry her and to do this she must remain both
unharmed and a virgin."

"A virgin? In this day and age? In the United States? You have got to be
kidding! I don't believe it. I don't think there is a virgin under 16 left
in the United States. How old is this bitch anyway?"

"Here look at her photograph. The girl is 17. A real beauty and, as far as
we know, she is sexually pure. Look at that long black hair and those dark
eyes. What a belly dancer she would make! Ordinarily, I'd think that Rashid
would have tasted the virtues of his niece, but since they live with his
mother.... That would have made it difficult. So you can bet that Rashid,
with his mother watching, must have been unable to touch her. So they
raised her and kept her 'pure'. In addition to this you can also be sure
that before spending all that money for her, Yethro insisted on that and
must have had her certified as a virgin. That old fox does not seam to be
the kind of man that would pay out all that money for 'used goods'. Jesse
even told me that although they are already married by Sharia Law, he has
refused to exercise his husbandly rights until she reaches 18 when they can
marry legally."

"What a fool he is! He could have married her in most states at 16 if he
has her guardian's permission. I'm sure Rashid and the old lady would have
agreed to it. Why would he even want to wait?"

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but when I asked him this, he said it has to
do with some prudish American notion about his running for office with a
child bride and that it could be a hindrance. I tried to assure him that if
he joined us and worked with us he would not have to worry about that. He
could not only have her but four other wives, as well as all the male and
female concubines he wanted. When we take over we would do away with such
foolish crap and that constitution of theirs. But he said it did not
matter. One wife would be enough and Ronnie was worth waiting for.."

"That's idiocy, a man must take as many women as he can afford to spread
his seed as far as the ends of the earth.  This foolish notion that a
virgin is any better than a non-virgin is just that, a foolish custom. I
myself have never seen a virgin that was more desirable than a
non-virgin. A cunt is a cunt. But, in any event if you allow me to handle
this, I can assure you that none of my men or myself will take her Kus
(cunt)," he said taking the photo in his hand and drooling over it. "On the
other hand - we may have to play a bit on the rough side if Jesse refuses
to see the light, in which case all bets are off."

"I would prefer that neither of them is to be harmed," the Caliph
ordered. "At least until Jesse has made his decision to join us or not. I
want it to be his decision."

"I will try to obey your orders. However, you must realize that some force
against her may have to be applied. Otherwise it is no deal. I guarantee if
you let me do it my way, Jesse will kneel before you and pledge to be your
loyal subject. Not only will he do that but also, knowing you, I'm sure you
can induce him to forget all about the girl. From what I saw in that video
of the two of you together, it should be easy and enjoyable for you to
convince him!" he sneered.

"Yes, that is a fantastic video. I never tire of looking at it. No matter
how many times I see it, I still get hot!  You would think I would have
become accustomed to the finer points of sex but when I look at it... Look,
I'll tell you what, Dawud, you may be right. I may have been rather crude
and stupid in this affair. I'll make a deal with you. If you can get him to
join us, I will convince him to forget about that girl. I know once he is
free of Yethro and that American life and here with me, I can convince him
to forget about her or any woman. You know I can and if he does that, she
is yours to do with as you want. However, that must be his decision and his
alone to make. He must join us willingly.  Is that clear?"

"Thank you my lord Caliph. I agree to your terms. You are most generous and
considerate. There are a lot of arrangements to be made but I will get on
it right away."

"Just to satisfy my curiosity, do you really have a plan to do this?"

"I have one, roughly, but it still needs fine tuning. I think the best way
to get her out of the States will be to have our agents pick her up and
bring her to El Paso, Texas. There I will meet her and bring her across the
boarder into Ciudad Juarez, Mexico."

"Sounds good but why Mexico? Would it not be quicker to bring her across
the border into Canada?"

"Yes, but Mexico is better and safer because we have many agents and
sympathizers not only there, but all over South America. If need be, we can
bribe the Mexican officials to turn their backs to this sort of thing more
easily than if we took her through Canada. The Americans are not as
interested in what or who crosses into Mexico as much as they are in what
comes into the States. With the cartel and human trafficking going on all
the time, this sort of thing is not unusual. Juarez, the Mexican city
across the border, is a completely lawless town and the Mexican officials
are easy to bribe and look the other way at such things. I will be waiting
in Texas and I will then take her by small plane into the hills of
Chihuahua and then to a larger plane to fly her to Venezuela. There too,
the government is known to turn its back and we have many contacts, some of
who can arrange for the air passage to Libya. In Libya it is a short hop to
the Sinai where she can be held until Jesse joins you. After that, it is
your job to get Jesse to agree to your terms."

"Why the Sinai? Why not bring her here to me in Syria direct?"

"This would be the first place they would think to look for her, besides
the Americans have lots of connections among the rebel anti Assad forces
here and you don't want them to rescue her before you have Jesse. Besides,
if Jesse decides that she is not worth the effort," he smiled and said, "I
have something else in mind for her."

"Why is it that somehow I thought you would? Well tell me, what is that?"
the Caliph laughed.

"Why - you are going to issue me papers that state I am a freeman and am no
longer your slave. Also, as payment for my services I will want $500,000
and I will take her for my concubine. As such, she will be mine and we will
be free to stay in Egypt or anywhere in the Islamic world. Perhaps we might
even move to Pakistan or Indonesia where we will be safe."

"Safe? Safe from whom? Just remember, if I wanted you, I can get to you in
any place," jested the Caliph.

"Not from you! After I complete this job, you will grant me my freedom,
give me that money and papers so that I can get away from here for good. It
is not you that I need to be safe from. I'm sure you want Jesse to
yourself. This woman would only get in your way," he smiled pointing to her
picture and said, "You will leave the two of us alone. This beauty is worth
a fortune. If you try to screw me out of the money, I might even sell her
to one of the Sinai sheiks. I hear they like young tender flesh. No, it's
not you that I fear - I need to be safe from the Americans when they come
after me."

"Don't worry about that. I don't think they will come after you. You are
not that big a fish and while they may make some noise about Jesse after a
while, I think that they will even calm down and accept the fact that the
two of them may have run off together and gotten married. They then
arranged this huge fabrication and fled to us because we recognize and
honor their marriage. The Americans would never let him live down the fact
that he had robbed the cradle. Why waste all that money searching for two
runaway lovers. I like your plan. It has all the makings of being
successful and leaves me in the clear. What are you going to need?"

"Okay, I will start to make all the arrangements. I will need you to supply
a plane and some money. Is that a problem?"

"No problem. But are you really sure that you want to leave me. Now that I
see how resourceful you are, I would hate to lose a man of your
abilities. As for your freedom, if you pull this off and Jesse joins us, I
will be glad to free you. However, I could always use you as a freeman and
a soldier for Islam.  Perhaps even promote you to a Governorship of one of
my smaller Caliphates."

"I thank you for the offer of my freedom. I will be glad to remain under
your leadership until we take over the United States at which time I will
become the American Caliph and not Jesse.  I will then have the glory of
dealing with that rotten son of a bitch, Yethro. But for now, I have to get
busy and make the arrangements."

"You go ahead and execute your plans. You may use whatever resources I
have. As far as you being the American Caliph - I have no problem with that
as long as that Caliphate is allied and under my Caliphate. Jesse on the
other hand might object. However, I intend to make sure that Jesse will not
wish to return to America after he sees what I can give him here. All this
could be his, if he wants it and I will do my best to make sure he
does. For now, just let me know how it is going and what help you will
require. Just remember that I want Jesse unharmed. As far as she is
concerned, like you said, once I have Jesse here I'm sure I can get him to
forget about her. In fact, I know I can make him forget about women and the
two of us will rule the Caliphate together."

Several days later Ronnie and Rashid were shopping at a downtown mall
department store. Jesse had a birthday coming up and she was looking to buy
him a gift. She had decided to buy him a new wallet and, not knowing too
much about men's accessories, she had dragged Rashid along with her. He had
reluctantly agreed to accompany her, because he himself needed a few shirts
of his own. They stopped at the menswear counter where he picked out about
four shirts and, holding one, against his chest, he asked Ronnie how she
thought it would look on him.

"The color is nice. It goes with your eyes but what do I know about men's
shirts? I would rather see you in a Jalabiya. I love when Jesse wears the
ones that Yethro had made for him. Especially that white one with the fancy
embroidery. If I had my way they would be the only things he would ever
wear. They are made so roomy. It makes him look so romantic and when the
wind blows and all that material is forced back against his body... you can
see his entire form and it makes me want to get under it with him..."

"You floozy, you disreputable little tramp! You're acting like a little
tramp! The two of you had better get married soon or I will have to have
you fitted with a chastity belt," he laughed.

"Don't you dare!" she scoffed at him. "I'm sorry, but it is how I feel and
there is nothing I can do about it. I spoke with Grandma and she says it's
normal to feel this way. She keeps saying we are foolish to wait. The whole
idea is stupid. She keeps telling me that in the old country a girl is
married by age 12 and it is her husband's job to teach her about sex. She
did say that since she had this additional time she would use it to teach
me all about what I have to do on my wedding night. At times, I become so
aroused that I have to stop her and take a cold shower. I, too, wish we
were already sleeping together as man and wife. I want him to hold me in
his arms and (and in Arabic she whispered to him) I want his manhood in
me. I can't help but feel that way. I am having all these really arousing
thoughts and dreams. There is nothing I can do about it. They come on me at
the weirdest times and I sometimes have to change my.....  I know that
Moslem women are just to accept the match that is made for them but from
the moment that you brought him home that Sunday and you introduced him to
me, I fell in love with him. I really love him and just in case I never
told you, Rashid, I'm glad you found him for me and will always love you
for it. And for the way both you and Grandma protected me all these years."

"Well I'm glad you're glad, but now tell me how do you think this shirt
will look? Do you think that if I wore it, some woman might want to rip it
off my back and make love to me?" he said, trying not to sound
uncomfortable.

"How can I say that? To me you are the handsomest of men, Jesse
excepted. I'm sure there are women who would love.... Rashid, you are like
a brother to me and I love you in a different way and I always will. As far
as what other women think, I'm sure that there are other women out there
that will want you."

"And you know that I love you too. Now to get back to these shirts... I
think they are the right size, but sometimes the cut is too small. These
are not American made and I may need a larger size. Besides, you know how
they shrink in the laundry."

"I know, I have the same problem when I shop with Grandma. She always says
to buy them a size bigger to grow into. Why not take them into the dressing
room, try them on and see for yourself. If you like them why not buy them
all? You could always use more shirts and you can afford it. That way you
can also check on the size. In the meantime, while you are doing that, I'll
walk over to the leather goods showcase over there and look at the wallets
for Jesse. I'll wait for you before I choose one."

"I wish you would wait right outside the dressing room for me," Rashid
said.

"Y'shalla, I'm only going over there. I'll wait for you there and then you
can help me pick out a wallet. Don't worry, I'll be right there. Just take
your time, decide and then join me."

"Well I guess it will be all right since I don't see any men around here
wearing Jalabiyas. Just don't wander off."

Four men had been following the two of them and as she approached the
counter they surrounded her, one grabbed her arm and shoved a hidden gun
into her ribs.

"No screaming or I will kill you right here and now. We have a man holding
your uncle in the dressing room and no harm will come to him if you do as
you are told," he said as he pressed the gun nose into her side. "Now keep
your mouth shut and walk with us over to the exit and no screaming or funny
stuff. As long as you remain quiet nothing is going to happen to either you
or your uncle."

She did as she was told and they walked her through a side exit door that
led into the parking lot. There she was forcefully pushed into the rear of
a van where one of the men put a rag over her face containing
chloroform. Within seconds she felt herself getting dizzy as she collapsed
into one of the men's arms. "Quick, close the rear door, gag her and tie
her feet and hands," one of them said as the van moved away and made a
leisurely escape. "Remember, no one is to touch her. If she is hurt, the
boss says he will kill all of us."

"Yes we know that, but damn it, she is much more beautiful than her picture
and we could have some fun. After all who will know?"

"Perhaps no one, but if the boss gets wind of it he will kill us. He is
paying us plenty plus a bonus to do this right! Now! Keep your damn hands
off her."

"You take all the fun out of this. Just a little playing with the goods
will not hurt!"

"You heard me. Let her be or I'll cut off your dick and then you will never
play around again."

"You spoil sport!" he shouted as he finished securing her limp body. He
could not help but run his fingers over her body and over her
mound... "Shit it looks like we took her at the wrong time of the
month... She has the rag on damn it. Too bad, such a waste of good sex!"

"Leave her alone. That's the last time I'm going to warn you," he said as
he pulled out a sharp knife. "I swear I'll cut your balls off and dump your
ass in a deep hole if you don't obey me."

About ten minutes later, Rashid came out of the men's dressing room and
could not see Ronnie. He asked around and became frantic when no one
recalled seeing her, until a clerk said, "Wait a minute there was a good
looking dark haired girl that left a while back with a few men."

"A few men? Was there a struggle? Did you see where they went?"

"No, there was no struggle. They just walked out into the mall. Must have
been 15 minutes ago."

Rashid picked up his cell phone and dialed 911 and then the state
police. The police closed off the mall and set up barriers and questioned
every shopper as they left and searched every care but they could not find
her or any sign of her. Jesse was notified and he had all the roads in and
out of the city blockaded. By the time the roadblocks were established, she
and the van she was now in were driving out of the state along a road
heading south to Mexico. Most of the search was conducted along roads
heading to Canada allowing her captors time to cover their trail by
changing vans and when they were halfway to Mexico, they pulled into a
small private airport and transferred her to a small plane to El Paso,
where Dawud was waiting for her at a cheap rundown motel. From there it
would be easy to use the cartel to fly her across the border into Mexico
and on to Venezuela.

"Glad to see that you have joined our little group," he said removing her
gag. "Just behave yourself and I'll see that little or no harm comes to
you."

"Who are you and what do you want?"

"My name is Dawud and I am a commander in the forces of His Eminence the
Caliph. He has directed that I escort you to a secure place, to be held
there until your boyfriend Jesse decides to place himself at the disposal
of our Caliph. This is only the beginning of your journey. Here you will be
fed, allowed to wash and we will provide a suitable change of clothes for
you. From here you will be flown south into Mexico. From there to
Venezuela, then on to Libya and from there to a Caliph outpost in the Sinai
Desert. As long as you cooperate with me, you will be unharmed. If you
resist, I will then have the pleasure to use whatever force I think I need
to make you do what we want. And I assure you that it will be a pleasure
for me to make you cooperate! The bathroom is here," he said opening the
door to an adjoining room. "You will find what you need in there to wash
and a change of clothes also. You will find that the clothes while not a
designer outfit, are what we call suitable dress for a young Muslim woman."

"And if I decide not to wear it?" Ronnie asked.

"It is up to you. You can make it easy on yourself and cooperate. If you
do, then you will travel first class in private jets as my Muslim
wife. This way it will change your appearance. That stupid uncle of yours
and your boyfriend have released pictures of you to the press. The cops and
FBI are looking for you, but in all the wrong places. They think we took
you north to Canada. Now! You WILL change into this dress. However, if you
choose to refuse or decide to fight me, the rest of this trip could be
extremely uncomfortable for you. I will have you put to sleep and placed in
a coffin and you will be transported that way. Either way, you will be
transported. Decide now! This is the last chance I will give you, as the
plane is leaving within three hours and we still have to forge your
papers."

"I'll cooperate," she said as she returned to the bathroom to get
ready. "May I have my purse please?"

"What do you need your purse for?"

"Well if you must know - I'm at that time of month and I have an extra pad
in there," she exclaimed, as she turned red-faced. "I will need to change
the one I have on. And as this is the only one I have I will need a few
others."

He opened her purse and spilled out the contents and out tumbled a wallet;
a set of keys, lipstick, other cosmetics, a small travelers sewing kit and
a tampon. He put them back into the purse and gave it back to her.

"Okay. Now hurry up! I better send out and get some more of those as you
will need more. Just a quick shower now. Here, hurry up we do not have much
time," he said as he stuffed the bag again and handed it to her.

When she came out she was dressed in a black long-sleeved abaya dress that
extended to the floor and a black head scarf."

"My dear, you put to rest the idea that Arab dress conceals the female
body. That outfit looks so wonderful on you. And it is very sexy. Yes, very
sexy indeed.  It is ironic, but true - the more you cover up a woman's body
the sexier she appears. You are beautiful and I now wish you had
resisted. That abaya does nothing to hide your body," Dawud gushed as he
approached her and placing his arms around her he pulled her to himself and
hugged her until he could feel her body quiver against his. "To tell the
truth, I was really hoping that you would choose to resist, but maybe later
after your monthly. By the way I will arrange to have the new ones placed
on the plane. Right now we have to take your picture for your documents. Do
not worry. I am a man of my word and no harm will come to you unless that
boyfriend of yours refuses to listen to reason."

After her old clothes were disposed of and the paper work was completed the
two of them got on a small private airplane and took off for Mexico. It was
a short flight. After they landed at a small-secluded airport, they
transferred to a larger jet plane and were again airborne.  During the
flight they sat in adjoining seats in a spacious well-appointed cabin where
Dawud had the armrest between them removed. He held her around and close to
himself and smiled as he watched her body stiffen every time his fingers
touched her. He glorified in the fact that his touch revolted her.

"Can't you keep your hands to yourself. You promised!"

"I know I did but now I find it very hard to do that. In any event you'd
better get used to it, because I have this feeling that Jesse is going to
be uncooperative and in that case.... But let's just wait and see. He may
want you back enough to serve the Caliph and then I will have to give you
up to him in the Caliphate. If it happens, the two of you will then be able
to get married and live openly as man and wife. However, you will never be
allowed to return to the USA. It could be a very nice and rewarding life
for the two of you providing you don't mind sharing your husband with the
Caliph," he said rubbing on her upper inner thigh. "For now, just lean your
head on my shoulder while I try to soothe you and enjoy the flight. Perhaps
you would like a drink to calm you down and settle your nerves?"

"I don't drink alcohol. How can you expect me to enjoy the flight with your
paws all over me?"

"Relax. I'm not going to do anything to you while you are having your
monthly, it would be too messy." he smiled and ran his fingers around her
breasts and gave one a soft squeeze. "There are lots of other things I can
do to you without leaving any marks or entering you. After a while you
might even learn to enjoy it. Just think you and I are going to be together
for quite a time in the desert. Just the two of us living together in a
Bedouin tent shaded from the hot desert wind in a lovely oasis with palm
trees, camels, sand and those sexy Bedouins in their long flowing white
robes roasting a lamb over an open fire. Perhaps I can even get them to
play some exotic music for us. Playing their drums and flutes. The music is
so intoxicating... Just like in the movies! I have been told it can be very
romantic. If you like I could get them to teach you to belly dance and you
can do it for me alone in our tent.." He smiled as he lowered his hand to
her belly and lightly caressed it. Yes, I can see it now, your beautiful
navel with an emerald implanted in it waving and wiggling enticing my lips
to kiss, suck, lick and work my way to your real treasure. I would be
willing to wait until you are over your women's time and be very gentle and
loving with a woman like you. What do you say? Let me show you what passion
and delight I can offer you."

"Jesse is going to kill you!" She said through tears in her eyes....."

"Jesse will do no such thing. After all, he is a man of the world as well
as rich and good-looking. While I will admit that you are fantastic and
almost implacable, with all that money, he can have any woman he wants. You
are a fool to think that he would want only you. For all we know even as he
is engaged to you, he has had many, many women and he will continue to have
many more. He even has been with many men. Did Jesse ever tell you that?
Did he ever tell you about the many men, including his adopted father that
he sleeps with? I'll bet he never told you about his real love life or the
fact that he started working as a male whore in a brothel. Being paid lots
of money to entertain rich and influential men..."

"I don't believe you! Jesse loves me and we are going to be married. He has
even started to build a house for us!" she cried.

Laughing, he said, "Did he even tell you that he and the Caliph know each
other and the two of them have had sex together? They spent an entire day
together on the Caliph's yacht. They even promised to have many more
meetings in the future."

"No, he did not and that is not true," she cried.

"But it is true and I have pictures and a video to prove it. I can even
show you a handbill that his ex-boss, Sultan, had distributed advertising
the sale of his body. I will show them to you right here and now on this
plane if you want to see them. The Caliph and him together and they are
making love together. So you see, he will most likely accept the Caliph's
offer to join him. Now stop the crying! Like I told you, you will be safe
with me as long as the Caliph does not send word to me that your boyfriend
is not going to join His Eminence. If, however, Jesse does decide to join
him, His Eminence may allow you to join them and you can marry. Although
the Caliph has been known to enjoy a good-looking woman now and then, he
really prefers men and He does not care how he takes them. On the other
hand, if Jesse were to refuse his offer, all bets are off and Jesse will
then be turned into his sex slave anyway whether he wants it or not. As for
you, His Eminence has no desire for you or any woman. You will be given to
me to do with what I want.. If Jesse should later decide to change his
mind, it will be too late as you will have become my property, by law, and
the two of us will have disappeared. There will be nothing he will be able
to do about it, even if he wants too. So you see, it would be best if you
just forget about him and do your best to make your situation as pleasant
for the two of us as you can. That way it will not be too bad and you will
get out of this alive....maybe."

"Just leave me alone," she pleaded and tried to pull away from him as far
as she could. "You are nothing but a foul beast."

"I'm sorry but I can't do that. You are too beautiful and too pure for me
to ignore. You are going to have to get used to it. There is just something
about you that makes me want to make love to you. Could it be that you are
right and I am what you just called me, a foul beast and I smell blood?
Your blood! And I crave it! Now, I want you to think about what I've
said. You are a bright young girl and I would hate to have you whipped or
see you sold off to either one of those old desert sheiks or, more likely
to the owner of a whore house. They can be very rough on their sex slaves,
unlike myself," he laughed as he took her hand, moved it to his lips, then
placed it on his hardening manhood and said, "I myself have been to a few
slave markets. All those fat old men prodding, poking and fingering the
merchandise just like it was some packaged meat. And I can assure you, my
dear, you would be prime meat up for sale. Believe me these markets are
nothing like Hollywood would like you to believe they are." He laughed as
he pressed her fingers around his cloth-covered shaft and made her squeeze
it. My dear, believe me, once you see and feel those disgusting filthy pigs
drooling as they run their dirty finger nails over your young breasts and
then finger your pussy and ass... You'll want to kill yourself for not
giving yourself to me.......

To be continued...