Taken by Pirates

She felt strangely serene. This was now her lot in life, a bizarre twist of fate to be coped with. Bursting into tears was not going to solve the problem, besides which she was the great grand-daughter of Erik Sea-Eyes and she had standards to maintain.

She was led to the corner of the room, where there was a bathing area. A couple of other ladies joined them; Nadir assumed that they were bored and happy for the diversion. One lady moved away to the other side of the room, making space.

Two of the women removed her dress so that she was naked. They examined her closely and Nadir explained about her bruised nipple which was now fading in colour, which caused some amusement and giggling. They studied her body hair and Zeina explained that none of the women were allowed to have any; she would be obliged to remove all such growth.

They were very interested in the colour of her hair and eyes; Zeina said that they had never seen such a person before although they had heard it in stories and legends.

Nadir knew that the men at home shaved with sharp blades and wondered how the hair removal would occur. However Zeina giggled behind her hand and said that shaving would leave a rough skin and was not appropriate. For the necessary smoothness and softness of skin, her hair would be plucked.

Nadir was lain onto a large cushion and her legs spread wide. The women sat around studying her body and her hands and feet were held still. Then she felt a sharp tug on her groin, where she had pressed herself against Yacoub. Immediately afterwards there was another tug, then another. The hairs were being pulled out a small number at a time. Soon it was a relentless stabbing sensation as several women worked together, each concentrating on a separate area.

The process continued for a couple of hours until she was feeling agonisingly raw underneath, from her belly to her bottom.

Eventually the plucking ceased and she was allowed to sit up and study the result. There were piles of hair around her on the floor and one of the women started to sweep it all up. She looked down at herself, the baldness that she hadn't seen since she was a tiny child. There were tiny spots of blood and her slit was clearly exposed so that she felt defenceless and conspicuous.

She was taken to the bath and women scrubbed her body all over with rough brushes and coarse cloths. They paid particular attention to her armpits and other crevasses; she was permitted to retain her under-arm hair. When she was scrubbed on the newly-plucked area she yelped with pain at first but then braced herself and kept any reaction silent.

Zeina explained that Yacoub required her attendance that night and therefore her appearance would need to be immaculate. Eventually she was swathed in soft towels and her hair was oiled and brushed. Two women sat behind her and brushed endlessly. After two hours of brushing Nadir saw that her hair shone like she had never seen before.

Her tender area was oiled and then a red powder rubbed into her labia. After a while she felt a warmth where the powder had been applied.

At last she was given a pair of the sheer pants, which she found strange between her thighs. Nadir was used to a skirt being tucked up between her knees but not a garment that touched her higher. This was lighter and softer than the rough sailor's garment that she had worn briefly on the ship but was more restrictive than the loose skirt.

She could see her glowing labia through the material; she thought this looked blatantly provocative. A necklace of beads was placed around her neck so that it nestled between her breasts.

~**~

Whilst she was being prepared Zeina continued chatting to Nadir. It matter little that Nadir did not know her home town; just stories of the peoples in her native tongue made Zeina happy. Nadir noticed that the woman who had moved away earlier was scowling to herself but saying nothing.

Eventually there was a call from the slave outside whereupon the women all placed their robes over their heads, and gave one to Nadir. A man waved for Nadir, who was led outside and into another hut. Zeina told her to leave her shoes at the doorway and removed Nadir's robe so that she was bare-breasted again. Zeina followed suit.

Waiting inside the hut was Yacoub. She saw that there was a sleeping area behind a curtain, but in the centre of the room was a low table with food served. She was not used to being bare shouldered and breasted in the presence of a man; as a child she had run around the village naked without a care but that was a long time ago and she was grown.

Yacoub sat behind the table and indicated for Nadir to sit opposite him. Both women settled down, Zeina showed Nadir how to sit with the soles of her feet together with her knees apart on flat leather pads facing the table. It was a sign of rudeness to show the undersides of her feet, Zeina explained.

The food consisted of a dish of meat cooked in a spicy sauce with a flat bread; quite unlike anything that she had eaten at home. The spices made it warming and made a drip appear on the end of her nose, which made Yacoub laugh.

He wore his sailor's trousers which were much thicker than her semi-transparent pants, but was bare-chested. His stomach was firm and his shoulder muscles bunched. She liked his ready chuckle, even though she was frightened for her position - kidnapped from her family and amongst this band of brigands of whom only one could understand her. She was likely to be forcibly violated and ruined as a marriage prospect and she was both terrified and had an inexplicable churning of the stomach at the prospect.

Nadir was aware that her sitting position exposed her private parts to her capturer, but Zeina was in the same position and seemed unconcerned about her uncovered chest and her visible vagina. The heat that was still being emitted by the powder made it difficult to think about anything other than her female parts, until they seemed to be the only thing that she could think about.

When the food had been eaten, Zeina served wine from a jug until they were all satisfied. Nadir had tasted the vile liquid that was drunk at celebrations at her village; this was far more palatable with a fruity but sharp taste. She wasn't used to alcohol though and soon her head was swimming, which reminded her of the voyage.

Yacoub made her stand up so that he could examine the new addition to his household. She had to turn around and raise her arms so that he could see her breasts more clearly. He touched her sore nipple which had become quite stiff at his uninterrupted gaze, then Zeina translated his instruction to remove her pants.

She complied, the pants sticking to her oiled skin and having to be peeled from her. She stood naked before him, slowly turning around. He bent close to her plucked area and separated her glowing labia with his fingers, nodding his satisfaction.

Then she was told to turn away from him and bend over. She did so but Zeina had to show her how to move her legs apart and arch her back so that he could see her exhibiting herself from that angle. She suddenly felt very vulnerable and a long way from home. Tears began to well in her eyes as her fate became obvious.

Yacoub nudged her feet further apart until she was overbalancing and had to place her hands on the floor to save her from toppling. She could not see behind so pretended that she was alone and unobserved, like she was when she climbed the cliff back home.

Nadir felt a hand between her legs, touching the area above her vagina, then a finger was between her labia. She avoided falling at the shock of the invasion, then bent her head down so that she could look between her legs at the scene behind.

Yacoub was holding her delicate and sensitive mound, in his rough-skinned hand. His clothing was absent and she could see his penis, which was being held by Zeina. She was moving her hand slowly back and fore over the organ which was bigger than any that Nadir had ever seen or could ever have imagined.

His thumb was against a part of her that felt very pleasurable though and she angled her hips to make the contact even more delicious. Soon she was swivelling, making the thumb rub in the most gorgeous way. She had an insight of what she had been missing for those years, being kept a virgin for a match to be made by her parents at some time in the future.

Her breathing became heavy and she pushed back against the thumb so that it began to enter the space between her labia. That was the most fantastic and naughty feeling but the drink was making her reckless and right then she was disinclined to stop.

Then, just as she was starting to get carried way and was forcing the thumb inside herself, the hand was removed.

Nadir turned around, ready to protest. However Yacoub waved his hand, silencing her. He picked up her pants and tossed them at her, then pointed at her robe. His penis waved incongruously as he did so. Zeina told her to put the clothes on and return to the women's hut straight away. Nadir complied even though she had an emptiness that she could not understand. She now wanted to be violated but it was not to be.

As she re-entered the hut she was met by a woman who showed her a place to sleep. A while later she was rejoined by Zeina who settled down nearby.

~**~

The next morning Nadir awoke to the sounds of activity; some women were bread making. She saw that the lady who had glowered at her the previous night was still avoiding her glance. She found Zeina and asked her if she had said something to offend the woman.

"No, you didn't say anything. Just being there that night was sufficient. It was her turn to be with him, you took it from her and now she will have to wait for some weeks before it's her turn again."

"Her turn? What do you mean?"

"It is a privilege to be bedded by Yacoub, to provide him with children. If you cannot give him a baby - a boy is best of course, then eventually you will be cast out of the harem. That is a terrible thing to happen. What would you do? You will starve and die in the desert or you could go to the port and sell yourself to the sailors. She has been here for several years, living in the harem. She is still childless and perhaps she is barren. Maybe her time has finished, especially with a new girl arriving."

"But I didn't bed him."

"This is true. But you will."

"I would have, but he pushed me away."

"He made you willing and then rejected you. This will make you anticipate him the better next time. In the meantime it will be expected that you be taught how to please him. The ladies will instruct you in the things that a man finds pleasant."

~**~

The next day Nadir was summonsed by the chief wife. Zeina translated; she was to learn how to behave with Yacoub and the lessons would commence immediately. She was taught how to be modest and discreet, how to wear the clothing so that men would not notice her large breasts and buttocks.

That night Nadir was not summonsed to Yacoub's house. Nor the next. Nor even the next.

While she waited they showed her how to dance to a drum beat and a wailing flute tune; how to move her shoulders in different ways to her hips whilst keeping her head still. How to roll her stomach muscles rhythmically to suggest of the internal muscle control that she had.

She learned how to bend over backwards until her hair touched the floor without falling.

Then the women produced a bone attached to two goat's feet and Nadir was taught how to handle it as a man's parts. One of the ladies tied it around her waist and they practised moving as if lovers.

Nadir began to wonder what was wrong as other women were primped, plucked and piloted across the yard. She began to recognise the man who conveyed messages between Yacoub and the women, who accompanied them every time as they made the crossing - as if something terrible would happen in those few yards. He spoke only in grunts and gestures,

She was curious as to why the women did not pay this man any account as they gossiped about the sailors, traders and Yacoub himself. It did not make sense to her; he was pleasant enough and the conversation regarding the other men was salacious.

Zeina had the answer for her. "Babacar is a slave, he is stupid. Do you notice that he can barely speak? His job is to look after us but he is no longer a man. He was taken prisoner in a tribal battle when he was a teenager and he was selected to be a house servant. He could have been sent to work in the quarries or to mixing sewage with sand and clay to make bricks, but his testicles were cut off with a knife so that he gets no ideas about the women and he lives here. It is not so bad for him."

~**~

Eventually there came a day when the eunuch Babacar passed a message that Nadir was desired again by Yacoub.

After such a period of being ignored it came as a shock; she had retained her virginity for so long and she still kept alive the hope that she would one day be returned to her parents and be married. It had felt for a while that she had been forgotten, now she felt nervous at the prospect.

She was undressed and prepared again by the other ladies. She now had a short stubble growth but it was removed as before. Oil was rubbed into her body and then the red powder into her tender labia. She was now feeling even more sensitive and anxious.

Nadir was escorted to Yacoub's hut, where they sat open-legged and had food and wine as before. She was alone this time and conversation was limited to gestures and mimes. She felt his gaze on her breasts and open thighs, with her labia reddened from both the powder and inflamation on display. Without Zeina next to he she felt even more conspicuous than before.

When they had eaten, Babacar removed the dishes and disappeared, leaving a selection of pots and containers. Then Yacoub clapped his hands to someone outside and a flute started playing. A drumbeat joined in and Yacoub indicated for Nadir to dance.

The music was lively and she found it easy to move to the beat, shimmying her shoulders as she had been taught so that her breasts wobbled from side to side. She bent backwards, her athleticism allowing her to descend until her shoulders touched the floor, feet tucked back underneath her and knees wide apart.

Nadir slowly rose again, aware that her inflamed lips were open to him. She skipped around the room, flexing her ass muscles and stomach in time to the music. She spread her legs wider and wider, until she was doing splits sideways with her thighs resting on the floor - then raised herself again without using her hands to show the strength of her legs. Yacoub signalled her to stop and eased her pants down so that she was naked.

His eyes were on her body but she resisted the instinct to conceal herself with her hands. She stood with her feet sturdily apart and her hands on her hips gazing straight back at his face, knowing that her slit was being stared at.

He sat her down and laid her on her back. There was a pot of yoghurt left from the meal and he scooped up a handful and smeared it on her burning labia.

Nadir jumped with the sudden chill underneath. Yacoub slowly rubbed the soothing substance into her, paying especial attention to her clitoris and up to her navel. Soon her nipples were betraying her state of arousal. His middle finger began to encircle her entrance and she found that she was willing the invasion to continue. Then he stopped.

She contemplated him as he stood. As he stood still looking at her, she reached up and unfastened his clothing; soon his penis was released, rampant before her devouring eyes. She lowered his clothing to the ground and slowly brought her hands up with a feather-light touch between his thighs, tickling the hairs on his legs and further to the thicker curls. She first ignored the stiff cock but cupped the testicles behind, supporting them and feeling their warmth.

Nadir rubbed her thumb between the testicles, separating them. Then she pushed up, underneath and along the rigid shaft to the bulbous end, as she had been taught. She put her finger and thumb together to form a ring and slid it repeatedly over the end, without progressing further.

Yacoub stood her and placed her hands on the central wooden pole of the hut that supported the roof. Her feet were placed wide apart and she arched her back to display her buttocks for the best advantage. He stood behind her and she felt his manhood pressed underneath her ass.

She tilted her hips so that his organ was aimed for her; she felt it between her labia and pressuring against her entrance. He moved imperceptibly into her and she pushed back, urging him onwards. Yacoub leaned forwards until he felt a resistance. Her labia were enclosing his penis but she was still tense, even with the lubrication of her secretions and the oil that had been applied to her earlier.

She forced herself to relax as she felt him enter a fraction of an inch more with every thrust. She grunted with pain and the effort as he broke through her resistance and slid inside. For the first time she felt filled and stretched. Her eyes closed as she savoured the sensation.

Yacoub began to rock and she moved with him, his hips against her buttocks and his testicles slapping against her pussy. Soon he had a strong rhythm as she held onto the pole. As he built to a crescendo she gasped and braced herself against the impacts that caused the entire hut to shake.

~**~

The powerful thrusts ceased with a final effort, deeper than any that preceded it. Yacoub was suddenly still as he emptied himself into her, holding her hips to prevent her from pulling away.

When his orgasm subsided he allowed her to stand upright, so she faced him, bowed deeply as she had been taught, thanked him and left the hut, picking up her clothes as she did so.

Nadir walked naked across to the home of the harem, where the chief wife was waiting. Without a word the wife left to spend the night with her husband, as Nadir settled down on her bed. She felt sore in places where she had never thought that she could feel sore and there was a liquid trickling down one thigh. She wiped it away with her hand and saw that it was a mixture of blood and a clear fluid.

~**~

The next day there was a disturbance in the village. Zeina told Nadir that the camp was moving and she had to dress in special travel clothes for modesty.

Men dismantled the huts and the gear was packed onto the beasts that she had ridden when she had arrived.

When she had dressed in thick black robes that covered her completely and even wrapped across her face, everyone climbed onto the beasts behind the loads and they headed off into the desert.

All that day the long line of laden animals tramped across the landscape. Nadir had no idea where they were heading, but in the afternoon they stopped briefly for a rest and some of the women brewed coffee. Zeina told her that she had heard that there were battles nearby with another tribe and they were moving to safer lands.

In the evening they stopped and set up camp. The landscape had changed somewhat; there were trees in abundance and there were people about eking a living from goats and farmed land.

Once inside the re-erected hut, the women removed the heavy garments and relaxed in their light pants, making food and coffee. There was talk translated by Zeina about further travels the next day and so they would need a good rest. Nadir found that she ached from the uncomfortable ride but she stretched her limbs until she felt good again. She noticed that many of the women could barely walk and she was thankful for her fitness and flexibility.

She sat near the door, looking through a gap at the world outside. The sky was deepening to a deep purple as the sun set and the stars started to appear. She dreamt as she often did of home, her parents, the forestry and mountain where she would have been taken by her new husband...