Stuck with the Harem

My husband’s job required him to take a trip to the Middle East, some ancient country with old traditions.  Some young Prince was extending his hospitality and would show us around the country.  The first evening was quite odd but pleasurable, the dinner was exquisite but the entertainment consisted of mostly naked women belly dancing and performing sexual acts with on other.  All of the men in attendance seemed to enjoy it, but I was a bit put off being the only western woman in the palace.

The second night before bed, the Prince came to the room to talk to my husband.  "It is tradition that I wish to share with you", he motioned to the doorway.  We followed him through some halls to an opulent room.  Inside there were dozens of women, mostly naked, all beautiful, and all lounging in luxury.  "My harem", the Prince said.

“I don’t understand”, my husband replied.

“For the night.  You get one.”  The Prince smiled.  When my husband and I both hesitated, exchanged glances, it was obvious what the Prince meant.  Before any objection could be uttered the Prince explained, “It is a tradition that you take one.  To refuse it would be an insult.”  The stern look on the Prince’s face made it clear that was the end of the conversation.

Slowly my husband looked around the room.  Despite any reservations he may have had, the landscape of beautiful, naked women before him was causing an obvious erection to form in his pants.  Knowing that he couldn’t refuse, not only for the sake of the business deal but our safety, he chose a woman from the harem.

I knew that he’d chosen what he believed to be the ugliest woman in the harem, but even she was beautiful by any standards.  The woman smiled delightfully and led my husband out of the room.  When I tried to follow the Prince stopped me, “Is just for him tonight, yes.  You are beautiful woman.  Perhaps you want to stay here tonight?”

“No, I want to join my husband”, I said politely but feeling upset.

“Not tonight.  You stay here”, the Prince had the same firm tone in his voice.  Satisfied that he’d made himself clear, he left.  Alone in the room with his harem made me very uncomfortable, and I could only imagine what my husband was doing.  So I tried to leave.  Unfortunately the doors out were locked.

A few of the women approached me and with soft hands and gentle grips pulled me to a corner of the room onto a large bed.  It was unlikely that I’d get any sleep despite the comfortable surroundings.  Most of the women ignored me and continued to lounge and sleep, either completely or mostly naked.  Three of the women though decided to stay on the bed with me.

They were running their hands over my body, part caress and part massage.  Their intent was clearly to help me relax, but that was difficult with their breasts rubbing against various parts of me and the thoughts of what my husband might be doing.  When they started to remove my clothes I protested, “No!  Please don’t do that!”

The women continued to remove my clothing.  I wasn’t sure if they spoke English or if they cared what I was saying.  So I protested louder and tried violently to stand up from the bed.  Most of the women in the room were looking at me now that I was causing a scene.  Women that were close put fingers to the lips, the sign that they wanted me to be quiet.

I ran for the door that I’d entered through minutes before.  It was still locked, but it opened as a guard stepped inside.  The woman looked thick, mean, and like she could tear my arms off.  She was also heavily armed.  "You", she pointed at me, “Do not make noise.  The Prince does not like disturbance.”

“At least you speak English”, I replied more quietly, “I want to go back to my room.”

“Not possible.  Your husband is there.  You would only make trouble and cause insult.”  She had the stern nature of the Prince without the polite demeanor.  Leaving, I could hear her lock the door.

The three harem women were at my side and they guided me back to the corner bed.  While they laid me back on the bed I could see that the rest of the women were back to their leisurely and sexual activities.  As soon as I was on the bed though the three women resumed undressing me.

My mind was in a fog.  Big thoughts slipped away as their talented hands removed my clothes and rubbed my body.  I was no longer concerned about being naked in front of strange women, in a strange place, or my body being explored.  But little things started to stand out in my mind; I was the only white woman in the room, the only woman with blonde hair, the strange smells in the air.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep, kept warm by the women laying their naked bodies against mine.  Early in the morning I awoke, the sun barely peeking through the eastern windows.  My clothes were missing, but a woman helped me get dressed in the most modest outfit available.  Shortly after guards came, all female, with breakfast.

“Can I return to my husband now?”, I asked one of them.  A nod was all I needed.  With quick steps I found our room quickly.  My husband was inside, already dressed for a day of business.  "What happened?“, I asked not sounded as upset as I felt.

"Don’t know”, he answered, “They just have different customs and traditions here.  I need to get to my first meeting of the day.”  As he passed, he kissed me on the cheek and said, “I like the outfit.  I’ll be back around dinner time.”

“You didn’t answer my…”, before I could finish he’d shut the door and was gone, “…question.”  Not sure what to do with myself I investigated the room, looking for signs of any infidelity, but all I found was a room that appeared to have been thoroughly cleaned minutes before I’d arrived.

So I changed into more normal clothes and spent the day in our room, afraid to go anywhere else.  Lunch was brought to me.  Then dinner was brought.  By sundown there were still no signs of my husband.  The Prince appeared with a very gregarious demeanor, “Come, we go now.”

“Where?”  Asking didn’t elicit any response.  With as polite of a sigh as I could manage, I followed where the Prince led.  Which was back to the room with his harem.  "Again?“

"Yes, you are more comfortable here I think.”  With a smile he was gone and I was locked in with the harem again.  Two women came to fetch me.  They took me to a large bath tub, stripped me naked, and helped me into the massaging water.  I’d learned not to resist and not to make trouble, so I didn’t say anything when they joined me.

Minutes later and the door opened, a guard peered inside and motioned for two women to follow her.  The women left, not wearing much clothing.  "What was that?“, I asked.

"For your husband tonight”, the guard answered before locking the door.  When I started to get upset many women around me made the sign for me to be quiet.  Afraid and feeling alone I complied, but was getting more upset and tense by the moment.

Eventually I couldn’t stand the bath anymore and got out.  A woman helped dry me off.  Frustration led to fatigue and I collapsed onto a satin covered bed ready for sleep.  Other women joined me, all of us naked, but to my surprise sleep wasn’t on their minds.

Directly adjacent to me these women started pleasuring each other with mouths and hands.  It seemed nothing was taboo.  Unable to escape the writing mass of bodies I became ensnared in it.  Hands were exploring my body, touching my pussy, cupping a breast, pinching nipples, teasing my lips.  Hands turned to mouths, mouths to tongues, and before I knew it I was lost in a sea of physical pleasure.

Sleep came and time passed.  I ate breakfast with the harem, covering myself with what clothing I could find, although most of it was transparent silk.  After breakfast I realized that I was losing track of time, the days were slipping away as the harem pampered me.  Perhaps there really was something in the air, or the food.  As much as the thought frightened me, the pleasures of the harem seduced me.

Counting the meals we were served was the only way I could grasp the passing of days.  It was three days before I stopped asking about my husband every time the door opened.  Five days before I found myself using my hands, mouth, and tongue to please the other women in the harem.  Eight days before I stopped wearing clothes entirely or trying to cover myself.

Ten days had passed before I remembered that the business trip was only supposed to last a week.  That snapped me back to my senses and I demanded from a guard that I be taken to speak with my husband.  A curt shrug was her response, but a short time later a guard escorted me to another room of the palace.

Inside what I presumed was an office sat the Prince behind a large desk, he was talking to two strange men in a language I didn’t understand.  None of them acknowledged my entry.  When I approached the desk all three men looked at me, scanning me from head to toe.  That was when I realized that I was naked.

Shame caused me to cover myself with my hands and retreat slightly.  They finished their conversation, and as the two men left I was smothered with lewd stares.  "Come", the Prince motioned for me to approach.  "You have questions?“

"Yes, where is my husband?”

“He is gone, back to your country.  Business here was done, was time for him to go.”

“No”, I couldn’t believe it.  "He wouldn’t just leave me.  We’re married", in an attempt to drive the point home I pointed to my wedding ring only to find the ring was gone and my finger was as naked as me.

“Yes, he did.”  The certainty in the Prince’s voice was unsettling.  "Business deal was not good for him.  He make trade.  Gave you to make better deal.“

"No”, again the only word my mind could conjure.  After a minute it hit me, “he traded me, to you, for a business deal?”

“Yes.  You are in my harem now and will do as I say.”  With that, the Prince was done with me and motioned for the guard to take me away.

“What does that mean?”

“You are one of my woman, and a fine prize”, he smiled.  "Bright hair, fair skin, quite unlike any other.  I shall enjoy you frequently.“  The guards escorted me back to the harem despite my protests.  Once I was locked safely in with the harem it all hit me, I was stuck in a situation where I was going to be a sex slave.