| That night the Princes' brother fucked me
unmercifully and tied as I was there was nothing I could do to resist
his efforts. His nocturnal visits continued whenever the Prince was
absent. He made me feel utterly worthless; an item to be used just
whenever he chose. But oh boy he could certainly fuck. When you'd been
fucked by him you knew you'd been fucked. Several months had gone by, I
had no idea how many as time didn't exist hidden away there in the
desert. The weather was always the same, hot. My days were always the
same; I swam, used the gym and read a lot. The Prince was not there very
often but I really looked forward to his visits and according to Achmed
I had become the Princes' favourite. Then one day Achmed seemed to be
very disturbed and restless. I quizzed him and eventually he told me
that there was the possibility of a coup against the Prince. That
evening Achmed placed me as usual in bondage for two hours. Soon after
he had finished the job when Prince Ranji appeared. He soon made my
bondage position almost unbearable by tightening and adding more ropes
and the addition of a rather nasty gag. Before we fuck he said I'm going
to work on your tits for a while. He turned out to be rather an expert
on tit torture and made me suffer tremendously. At last he decided that
it was time to fuck. He wrenched out my butt plug and tossed it to the
floor before replacing the plug with his cock. By now I was getting used
to his cock and was able to accommodate it without too much pain. That
evening he quickly slid into overdrive and was fucking me really hard
when I heard sounds of shouting and screaming coming from outside. Ranji
was probably so carried away with his passion that he never heard these
or chose to ignore them. But soon there were running feet and a
barbarous looking Arab screamed into my room. On seeing Ranji who he
obviously recognised he screamed a terrible sounding oath and with one
swing of his sword he severed Ranji's head from his body. The head fell
to the floor and rolled into my view. The expression on that face was
one of blissful unawareness. Strangely enough I could still feel Ranji's
stiff cock in my arse, but only for a few seconds as it quickly softened
and his body slid to the floor alongside its head. I was screaming
hysterically by now and my gag did little to soften the noise. I waited
for the blade to cut me but the bandit whispered into my ear, I'll be
back in a few minutes to take care of you. I struggled wildly against
the ropes that held me. It seemed like forever but eventually Achmed ran
into the room, he was obviously very distressed as he hurriedly tore at
my bonds to free me. But just as the last rope was loosened the bandit
returned. He shrieked in rage when he saw I was free. Achmed produced a
knife from his robes and flew at the assassin. A fierce hand to hand
knife fight ensued. Achmed fought like a lion and much to my surprise
his opponent eventually rolled over, his throat cut from ear to ear. I
was shaking uncontrollably when I felt Achmed's hand
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on me. I'm sorry he gasped and fell at my feet, it was
then that I realised he had been stabbed in the belly and was bleeding
very badly. Hang on I said and I'll get you some help. No, no he
whispered I doubt there's anyone left alive in the palace. I held the
boy to me as his life ebbed away. I wept bitter tears, there was no
reason for anyone to do this to this boy he had never harmed a soul in
his life. After a long time I laid the boy carefully onto the floor and
covered him. It was now time to take stock of my situation. Achmed had
been right there were no living people left in the palace. It appeared
to be totally deserted. In the distance I could see a cloud of dust but
I didn't know where that came from. I was however suspicious and decided
to stay put for a while. At the rear of the palace I discovered the
garages and there were several Mercedes there. I chose one of them and
made sure it was full of fuel ready for my escape. I gathered water for
the trip and some food for 2-3 days. I realised then that I was very
tired, I hadn't slept the previous night. I was tired, lonely and
surprisingly horny. I got into the rear of the car and stretched out to
sleep. I don't know how long I had slept when I became aware that I was
not alone. I strained my ears for any sounds to help me against the
intruder. As quiet as a mouse I slowly got out of the car, everywhere
was in darkness and I didn't see the person who grabbed me around the
neck holding a knife to my throat. If I had been able I would have
shrieked with fear but I had been struck dumb with fear. Don't move a
muscle hissed the voice into my ear. My god it was an English voice. Are
you English I managed to say at long last? This evidently shook my
assailant who let go his stranglehold on me and ordered me to the front
of the car. He then turned on the headlights, which framed me in their
glare. Suddenly I was aware that he was sobbing quietly and finally he
said thank god. Running towards me he hugged me fiercely. We spoke
hurriedly and Paul explained how he had managed to escape the bandits.
After an hour or so of talking we set about making our preparations for
our escape from the Palace. We decided to take two cars in case one of
them broke down we also had enough water and food for about two weeks.
We settled down for the night in each other's arms in the back seat of
the Merc. Neither of us was particularly keen to re-enter the Palace.
The next day dawned, as usual; bright and sunny the temperature climbing
rapidly and we set out full of hope that we could soon reach some place
of civilisation. We drove through the day and luckily we managed to find
the fuel dump we had used on the journey in. By now it was again getting
dark and we decided that we would stay there overnight. The night was
un-eventual if you discount Paul and I fucking ourselves silly. Early
the following day we set out again and soon found a bitumen road. Our
hearts were light and full of renewed hope. But little did we realise
what was ahead of us.
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