Act III – Pharaoh

Scully was taken to a large bathing area where several smaller dark women immediately began to remove the few clothes she had left. She noticed the guards waited outside, but they were right at the door so she was going to have to endure this.

Hanan came up to her. "First, we must prepare your body. Over the next few days this will be done to you often. Master Jabal insists that his women are clean, soft and sweet smelling. We inspected you for disease while you were sleeping. You have passed that test." She clapped her hands and the women ran to get buckets, which they poured into a large, empty tub.

The FBI agent watched in fascination as the servants filled the cavity with what looked like milk. When they were finished, Hanan directed her to get in and Scully stepped and sank into a warm, sweet delight. It *was* milk, but that wasn't all. Some of it splashed into her mouth and it was mixed with honey and cinnamon. Oh my.

The women washed her thoroughly. Scully was annoyed that even her vagina and anus were given the treatment, but under Hanan's stern glaze, she didn't feel she should resist. When they were finished with her body, they washed her hair with a substance that smelled like citrus. She had to admit that it felt really good. She was rinsed off with clear warm water and wrapped in plush towels.

Phase two was a little more upsetting. They put her on a padded table and shaved her pubic hair to form a neat triangle then took off all other body hair including any on her arms or legs. Once that was over, they pulled a green silk robe over her head and presented her before the stern wife.

"Well done. You may leave." Hanan waited until all the women were gone. "Please sit, Dana." Scully sat on the bench. "I can see that you are unhappy. Like several of the other women, you are probably dreaming of escape. Let me explain your situation." Hanan got up and paced a little.

"I was married to Sheik al-Jabal when I was 12. He comes from a nomadic Bedouin tribe that worships the old ways. Many of my kind wanted to marry into his family and join to his wealth and position. They offered me. He took me, but when a child did not result, he started to 'gather' women. I was not in a position to object and frankly, I didn't care. My husband is sterile—of that I am sure. None of these women have ever conceived." Hanan looked at her. "I tell you this because he will use you then tire of you, and you will be free to pursue other things. There are some women that write, paint or read. However, there is one rite which you may not avoid and later tonight, you will see what your only consistent duty is and it is not negotiable. My husband WILL keep you here and no one will come for you. All you have to decide is how much you want to live."

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A knock came at the door. Mulder opened it to a man only slightly shorter than he with dark skin and intelligent brown eyes. "Are you Agent Mulder?"

"Yes. Who are you?"

"Walter sent me. My name is Musa. You don't need to know anything else. I am paying back a favor and agreed to get you into al-Jabal's compound with the temptation of a fascinating game." He finished looking around the room. "Are you sure you want to do this? Jabal probably will kill you."

Mulder lifted his head. "I'm sure. You seem very comfortable doing this."

Musa chuckled. "It's obvious that Walter has not told you much about me. It is not your concern—my motivations are my own." His English was jumbled. "I am repaying a debt. You wish to get back your partner?"

"Yes." Mulder was curious, but decided not to push.

"Jabal will not give her up easily; especially if he hasn't had her yet."

"What?" Mulder barely spoke that. "She had better not be harmed."

"The sheik has extraordinary tastes and prepares his women carefully. They are groomed, trained and then displayed to please him. Once he has slept with her for a while, she gets put into mothballs until he fancies her again. That is why his harem keep growing. Jabal definitely has attention deficit disorder. Until he revisits his women, they are left to entertain themselves—when they aren't entertaining his ministers."

Mulder's face lost color. "Tell me everything."

Musa sat in a chair. "It's nothing new. Jabal uses the woman and then she is given to please his trusted people." He laughed at Mulder's expression. "The sheik would never allow another man to have coitus with her, but there are other things that can be done—aren't there?"

"Oh god." Mulder wiped his face. "How do I get her out?"

"Jabal likes a game with life threatening consequences. What I propose is a Russian roulette style game with options. A wheel is spun and depending on the outcome, certain acts are performed. After 5 completed tasks, you win."

"You are crazy!"

"No," Musa said calmly, "al-Jabal is crazy. You will have to rely on luck and skill to beat him."

"How do we get him to wager Scully?"

"Leave that to me…"

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Scully was ushered into a room filled with beautiful women. There were tall blondes and brunettes, Egyptian and Swedish—even Native American and African women. There were no redheads. They all wore robes and were talking amongst each other.

"Women!" Hanan clapped her hands. "I wish you to welcome a new arrival. Her name is Dana and she is an American. I trust that you will treat her well." Hanan left abruptly and Scully was alone with the crowd of about 15 ladies.

One blonde came up to her. She looked older and the wrinkles were starting to show. "So, he grabbed another one. There is just more in the rotation for us!" Her accent seemed French. "I wondered when he would get a redhead."

"Leave her alone, Trisha." A small brunette walked up. "She is new here. You remember what that was like—don't you?" This woman seemed to be an American—like her. Trisha snuffed and walked away.

"Hi, my name is Marjorie. I'm from Nebraska, USA. Where are you from?"

"Washington, D.C." Scully said watching the other carefully. "Were all of you kidnapped?"

"Yes". A tall Somalian woman approached. Her dark skin, thin nose and wide eyes were quite lovely. "I was taken at hospital. How did he get you?"

"An FBI conference." Scully was hoping that she could garner support. She was disappointed.

Trisha snarfed. "Jabal has no shame. Well, dear, get used to the routine. That small bitch is in charge, but I rule the roost when she isn't here. If you want any perks, you come to *me*."

"Can it." Marjorie snarled. "I get really tired of you, sometimes."

"That's because I am a favorite." Trisha was nearly crowing. "The ministers love having me. You are too short and dark. Face it, you will be one of the next to be face down in the sand."

Scully started to interject, when the servant women entered with food. They silently laid down a sumptuous feast and then, quickly departed. The women attacked it.

"Better eat up, honey." Trisha dug into some roast meat and pita bread. "They only feed us once a day so we don't get fat."

The agent was hungry and took a few pieces and chewed. She didn't know how she was going to get out of this, but she was determined to try. After dinner, the women left her alone and Scully could tell it was getting late in the evening. She almost nodded off when a loud bell was rung and the women lined up automatically.

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Hanan reappeared after the women filed out and took Scully by the arm. "Come with me. You will not participate until you have been trained. We will watch from another place." Hanan and Scully (followed by the guards) traveled through a labyrinth of corridors and past various expensive tapestries and art lining the walls into a large room where many men sat around obviously finishing up their evening meal.

Scully got her first look at her captor in his natural environment. Sheik Fathi al-Jabal was sitting on a large ornate chair that could be called a throne. It was on a raised platform lavishly covered in rugs interwoven with gold and silver threads. To the right and left of him were low tables where eight men sat, laughing and talking. There was the remnant of a sumptuous feast and plenty of wine in front of them. The dark women that bathed Scully were serving and musicians played softly in on the other side of the room.

Jabal turned his head, acknowledged Hanan and gave Scully a smoldering look with those unusual amber eyes. He unconsciously licked his lips and waved them forward. "Ah, Miss Scully. I am pleased you have taken my invitation at last. Does my home please you?"

She didn't want to dignify his 'invitation' with a response, but Hanan pinched her signaling her need to reply. "I haven't seen much of it." That was the best she could do without being contentious. Hanan warned her that he didn't like difficult women.

His brow darkened a little. "In a few days, I'll be sure to keep you busy enough that you won't care. My wife is teaching you?"

"Yes."

"Good. Pay close attention to the rest of the evening. My ministers and I work hard all day and deserve some pleasure at the end of it. I look forward to seeing you fully participate." He turned his head, dismissing them. Hanan took her back to the corner and Scully had to walk past several of the men, who watched her with interest and undisguised lust.

They waited about 15 minutes while the men finished and the servants cleared away the dishes. Unexpectedly, Jabal clapped his hands and musicians began playing an upbeat Middle Eastern tune that had a strong drum beat. There was a string instrument used that looked like a lute and a woodwind that carried a lot of the melody. Cymbals came from somewhere and Scully was confused until the large tapestry at the end of the hall was parted by servants and the women from the harem entered.

Trisha was the lead and she carried finger cymbals as well as several of the other women. Keeping in time with the beat, they began to dance. Scully found their dress fascinating as the women were covered when she met them.

All of them were naked from the waist up and painted with various designs. Some of them looked like tattoos, others appeared to be temporary henna or body paint, but they were distinctly different from each other. Their eyes were heavily emphasized with kohl (a black substance Egyptian women used to paint their eyes) and their long skirts were decorated with bells, coins and chains creating a tinkling accompaniment to the music.

The women swayed and shook their hips in a classic belly dance, but it did appear slightly choreographed because Scully noticed that Trisha was giving them subtle clues on how to move around the room. They paraded around the minister's tables and then stopped for a while, all the time shaking their hips to the music. When they reached Jabal, they fell to the ground and kneeled in front of him, their arms stretched out in a form of worship. The music stopped then everyone waited as 'the master' looked over his harem and gave his approval. The smile and snapping of the fingers was the clue for the women to rise and continue the dance.

Scully took note of the men's reactions and was properly disgusted. All of them were leering and several appeared to be making raunchy comments. They were speaking in Arabic so Scully didn't understand them, but that kind of behavior transcends language barriers. A few were openly rubbing themselves and she looked over to Jabal who was displaying a large bulge under his robe as well.

Hanan leaned into her. "You will be expected to dance for the master and his ministers every night. If the sheik is especially pleased, he will take one or more of them to his bed. If not, he may have a woman service him now. The ones not chosen will be given to his ministers for their pleasure." The head wife made sure Scully was looking directly at her. "Dana, this is important. You are never to have sexual intercourse with any other man other than Sheik al-Jabal. The ministers know this. Both of you will be killed if that is violated."

Scully was confused. "If I'm not expected to sleep with his ministers, then how do I please them?"

"Watch and learn."

Jabal stood and walked down the platform to the dancing women. He chose the tall Somali and bent her over in the middle of the room. As the women continued their twirling and in full view of the ministers, musicians and servants, Jabal parted his robe, revealing an erect and large penis complete with a heavy scrotum sac. Scully tried not to gasp. The Arab was very well endowed. He lifted the Somali's skirt as she was naked underneath and pushed himself in. As the music played and the others danced, Jabal fucked his chosen woman.

Scully watched the concubine's face and she could tell that it pleased her that she was chosen. How long had she been here to find this kind of sexual servitude gratifying? Jabal was obviously enjoying himself, if the look on his face meant anything. The heavy slapping sound of the joining bodies strangely kept time with the music and Trisha led the others to twirl around Jabal increasingly faster. The beat picked up as well and the sheik thrusted and grunted.

The ministers looked on with interest, but Scully found one of them staring at her. That was disturbing as he was one of them that was massaging the bulge under his robe quite openly. She didn't even want to think what was going on in his head and tried to concentrate on the women dancing instead of the sex act in the middle of the room or the lusting ministers.

Finally, after about 20 minutes, Jabal looked like he was nearing the finish if the pace of the music, dancers and his grunting meant anything. When he ejaculated, he gave a hearty shout and everything stopped. The ensuing silence was disconcerting, but she waited until Jabal pulled out of the woman and she turned to clean him with her hands and skirt. The music started back up softly as it was during dinner.

"Does he do this every night?" Scully whispered to Hanan quietly.

"The master has sex almost every night and occasionally several times a day. Where, how and who will change. It is an honor to be chosen for this as Sheik Jabal can be quite generous with gifts. Watch." Hanan pointed to the middle of the room where Jabal took off one of the chains around his neck and gave to the Somali woman. She kneeled down before him in gratitude. Hanan continued. "He doesn't bestow gifts each time. He has chosen her 3 nights in a row. It is likely he will move on now."

Sheik Fathi al-Jabal looked hotly back at Scully, then strode out of the room. She got up to leave, but Hanan pulled her back down. Then, she saw Trisha signal to the others to form a line in the middle of the room. The Somali stayed in the back. Each minister left his place at the table and walked around the women. When a man tapped a woman on the shoulder, she stepped forward until all the ministers had made a selection. Trisha was the first to be chosen. The ones not selected and the Somali left the room.

Hanan touched her arm. "This is your other responsibility. The ministers are the master's closest friends and business partners. They help him run his vast empire that have operations in all parts of the world. As part of their compensation for their loyal service, they are allowed to choose one from his harem to please him. Anything is allowed, but actual intercourse. That is reserved for the master alone."

Scully watched as the men assumed various positions around the room with their chosen concubine. Pillows were strewn on the floor by attentive servants for those wishing to sit. Others stood as the women knelt in front of them. The ministers revealed their penises and the women went to work. Most of the men wanted to be sucked off, but a few were titty-fucking their concubine and one girl was being spanked as the man jerked his cock over her.

It was soon obvious why Trisha was a favorite. She had a technique alternating between using her hands and mouth to stimulate her man. She massaged his balls, licked and tongued his cock and sucked with a pressure that hollowed in her cheeks. That minister was the first to come, but others were right behind.

Not all of the ministers were content to allow the woman to perform her task at her own pace. Some of them were brutal in the way they shoved their cock down their throats and a few of the dancers choked. Most of the women swallowed because the man held her head and forced her. The ones that that weren't performing oral sex were sprayed with the minister's semen and it coated their breasts or back and some even got it on their face and hair.

This was surreal to watch these sex acts while serene musicians played and servants cleaned around them. Everyone was treating this like it was normal to have 8 men and women doing this and maybe it was. Scully was trying to avoid the conclusion that if she wasn't able to escape, in two days—this would be her life.