The Sheik's Sex Dungeon (closed for CallMeRikkiRP)

[ericrodman101]

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Yasser reached the crest of the dune and turned to face the breeze. The sweet aroma of the date palms below reached his nostrils. Somewhere above, his falcon circled. The beautiful bird, his favourite, knew him and he knew her. It was a love affair. The two of them coming up into the hills when the weather was clear and warm to fly and wheel, and then return to each other like some medieval courtship dance.

Aaliyah, he called her. The ascender. What she called him, Yasser could not know. It was one of the great mysteries. What a bird knew of a man.

"Pish," he said to himself. "I am a sentimental fool."

His robes and patterned head-dress billowed behind him, echoing the white clouds fleeing towards the desert, high above. Aaliyah had obviously found something to stalk. She showed no sign of returning to him soon.

Something to stalk. He couldn't let it go. But that was the way with power. His power. Warlord, the western journalists called him. Stupid people. Lord, certainly. That was how his people saw him. War? What was that but a crude name for survival.

Everything he had he'd earned. Killing his own cousins and enslaving their sisters. Not that he cared to keep them for himself. He traded them easily to his neighbors. The cousins of Lord Yasser commanded a high price at the slave market.

And he had his wives to keep him company and raise his children.

But new women to whom he was unrelated were hard to find so far from the city and the sea. New men not so hard. The young ones flocked to his side to bathe in the glorious proximity of their handsome, 28 year old hero. He smiled to himself, recognising his depravity. Reveling in it. Men and women. He found pleasure in both sexes. Pragmatic, he liked to call himself. Flexible. His ten inch cock stirred under his robes just thinking about what aroused him.

Aaliyah returned, squawking to give notice as she flashed down from behind his head and onto his outstretched arm. Yasser cooed to her lovingly as he fastened the hood over her eyes, then turned towards the Landrover.

A flash of light amongst the palms caught his eye. Something or someone was moving about. A rare visitor, he mused. He trained his dark eyes towards the flash. There it was again.

Aaliyah went happily into her cage. He closed the rear doors and stepped round to the driver's door. Time to greet the visitor, he thought.

 

[ericrodman101]

CallMeRikkiRP has asked me to post this for her

Taia drove her 4×4 slowly on the dunes. She marveled in the beauty of the sparse but majestic landscape. She saw a man standing atop a dune, a falcon alighting on his wrist. It was a magical moment, and exactly what she'd been looking for. Taia whipped out her camera and took a picture with the man and falcon, black shapes against the bright sun and clear blue sky. It was perfect.
Except for the part where the lens of her camera seemed to catch his attention. Taia was not good with people. She considered hitting the gas and rushing away, but steeled herself for a conversation. This was going to be messy.

 

[ericrodman101]

Yasser drove in the direction of the flash of light. The Landrover was soon below the dune and amongst a verdant grove of tall palms.

She was standing by a 4X4. White. Long black hair. Short. He watched as she turned at the sound of the vehicle, hesitating for a moment. Wondering whether to get into her car and drive away. No. Too late. He read her body language, camera in one hand swinging by her side.

A white woman, a westerner. On her own so far from what she'd call civilization. Yasser smiled. What do westerners know of civilization? This is the cradle of humanity. Here in the Middle East. The west is just a temporary blip on history's radar.

He pulled up alongside her, dropping the window. She had small breasts and a pretty face, well formed. Even, he thought. But then white women all look the same. Same hairstyles, same make-up and always too much of it. Too much cosmetic work although this woman was probably too young to have interfered with what nature had given her.

He smiled, waiting to speak, imagining her naked....

 

[CallMeRikkiRP]

"H-hello, ummm... What's your name?" Taia stammered. She edged slightly closer to her 4x4. By the Nine, I'm bad at this. Kynareth above, I'm meant to be alone and outdoors. Taia smiled awkwardly. "What brings you out here? I'm just taking pictures of this beautiful place. Nothing back west is this peaceful and majestic!" She knew she was prattling, but... it was the best she could do with the darkly handsome man looking at her.

 

[ericrodman101]

Yasser sat in the Landrover, fixed the white woman with a steely gaze, and waited for her to stop stammering. What was it about encountering Arab men that had western women so unsure of themselves? Are we all rapists? He felt a grin playing about his lips.

Sure she was off the beaten track in an unfamiliar place where no one would find her if she got into trouble. Didn't these stupid young sluts think about that before setting out without a care? The world is a harsh place, he thought, and you never know when it will turn on you.

He raised his eyebrows as if to ask 'are you finished?', opened the door and stepped out. The day was warming, even here in the shade of the palms. Soon the sun overhead would be unbearable and a fair-skinned woman like the one who clutched at her camera in front of him would need shelter.

"It is a beautiful place," Yasser said slowly, gathering his robes and bending slightly to see if there was anyone else in her 4X4. "Are you on your own?"

 

[CallMeRikkiRP]

Taia sighed in relief. "Well, then. It was nice meeting you." She smiled at him, then dusted off her light brown knee-length dress and moved to step into her 4x4.

 

[ericrodman101]

Yasser watched the women climb into her 4x4. So many unanswered questions spooled in his head.

"My name is Yasser," he said, stepping between the vehicle and the door. "Did you get the photographs you wanted?"

 

[CallMeRikkiRP]

"Um, yes. And if you don't mind, I'd like to return to my hotel now." Taia said, pulling back slightly from him. She suddenly felt much shorter than her 4 feet 7 inches, like a small child before a disapproving parent. She tugged her long black hair over one shoulder, a nervous habit Taia had yet to beat.

 

[ericrodman101]

"You are in such a hurry to leave," Yasser said, placing a hand on her shoulder. She seemed so small now, but perfectly formed. Like a doll. A perfect white porcelain doll, with long black hair which she tugged at. It cascaded along his arm like a skein of silk. "Are you sure you know the way back?"

 

[CallMeRikkiRP]

Taia flinched at his hand. "Yes, I am sure." She said, keeping a wary eye on his hand while she reached for her bag. I just need to get my keys! He'll get away from me if I start driving, right? Taia thought.

 

[ericrodman101]

Western women are always reluctant, Yasser thought. And yet they dress like whores, behave like whores, give you the eye like whores. He watched her reach for her bag. It was no trouble to lean across behind her and grab it. Such a nice bag too. Expensive looking. Like she was. Expensive, but not unattainable. Not once he'd plied her with charm. And failing charm, then a little gentle persuasion.

"No need to leave in such a hurry," he said, "when you've only just got here."

 

[CallMeRikkiRP]

"Ah, but I must return this car to the rental agency. Please give my bag back." Taia said, trying to remain calm.

 

[ericrodman101]

Yasser stepped back from the open door and let the white woman's bag swing from his hand. He heard the fear in her voice, no matter how hard she tried to remain calm.

"The rental agency, you say. What possessed them to let a young western woman rent a 4x4 and drive it so far out into the desert on her own. Didn't they warn you about how much trouble you might get into? And besides, you have a flat tyre."

He walked towards the rear of the 4x4, hoping she would follow him.

 

[CallMeRikkiRP]

Taia jumped up and rushed after him, grabbing for her bag. She knew there was no flat tire, but she needed her bag.

 

[ericrodman101]

Yasser smiled. The woman was roused now. Out of the car. Irritated. Annoyed. Incensed maybe. Grabbing at the bag he held aloft. He unzipped it, then fished around inside. Her passport came to hand. He withdrew it and held it over her head, taunting her.

"So what is your name, beautiful woman? Or shall I find it out for myself?"

 

[CallMeRikkiRP]

Taia scowled. "My name is none of your business. Give that back!"

 

[ericrodman101]

She was pretty when she scowled. Yasser held her off with his knees as they jostled, lifting her passport out of her bag. He flipped it open and read.

"Taia Finch. American. But born in the Emirates. Hey, beautiful woman," he said. "We might be cousins."

He laughed, but Taia's scowl deepened.

 

[CallMeRikkiRP]

Taia just frowned at the infuriating man. She gave up on reaching for her bag, as it just made her look childish. "My father was Emirati." She said slowly, not sure why she was talking to this man. "I moved to America because my half-white lineage earned me the scorn of every woman in the Emirates. The men just thought me exotic." Why on earth am I talking to him? I mean, sure he's quite handsome. And so commanding. Like my father, but... different. Oh, what am I thinking? This man stole from me! And he might kidnap me. Or... just take my virginity and leave me for dead. This is quite the situation I got myself into.
She let a bit of her old accent slip into her voice. "I see you have a falcon. I had one once. I couldn't take her with me to America."

 

[ericrodman101]

"She speaks," Yasser said, still holding Taia's bag and passport out of her reach, noticing when she stopped trying to grab it.

With the sun on her face he could see she was of mixed race. Western features, but olive skinned, and smoky Middle Eastern eyes.

"Scorn? You are too young to have experienced scorn. But yes, you would have been scorned eventually. You are lucky, Taia. I am not so fussy." He watched for her reaction to his admission. But keeping her talking was more important. For the time being at least.

"Emirati, you say? Then whose name is Finch?" he asked. "Your mother's?"

 

[CallMeRikkiRP]

Taia hesitated, looking at, Yasser, was it? "My father arranged my marriage to a Western man who lived here, in the Middle East. We did not love each other. After 1 week we agreed to a divorce." Taia admitted. "We never even had sex. I don't know why I kept his name. Perhaps because a Western last name made me more inconspicuous in America."

 

[ericrodman101]

"Your married name...."

'Why are you telling me all this?' Yasser thought, trying to make his face expressionless. Taia. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.

"And you never had sex....ahem. What sort of man doesn't fuck his virgin bride on their wedding night?"

He looked at her closely, gauging her reaction to the word 'fuck'. And 'virgin'.

 

[CallMeRikkiRP]

Taia blushed bright red. "I told you, we did not love each other." She said, accent slipping in heavily.
Why am I talking to him? I don't need to explain myself to him!

 

[ericrodman101]

"Ohhh, you did not love each other," Yasser mocked. "How sweet. My father had four wives and he did not love any of them. Whether he loved at all I do not know."

He noticed her blushing. If anything it made her more attractive. Vulnerable. A small western woman standing by her car alone with a stranger, telling him her husband hadn't fucked her on their wedding night. Or at all.

"So...Taia, seeing as you are telling me this sad private story, tell me, what happened to your husband? And why are you here?"

 

[CallMeRikkiRP]

Taia glared at him. "We divorced. I don't know or care where he is."

 

[ericrodman101]

Yasser smiled broadly. Taia was showing her annoyance and it amused him.

"So young and beautiful, and yet so angry. It spoils your sweet face when you get angry."

He waved her bag, still in his hand, out of her reach.

"So your husband is not here in the desert to help you. I am not surprised if you didn't let him fuck you."

He leaned forward with his free hand, and placed it under her chin. Taia was tiny, forcing him to reach down.

"If you were my bride," he said, grinning into her face, "your wedding night would have been memorable."