Posted by Phillip Marlowe on October 16, 1999 at 09:25:11:
The Emir arranges for some party entertainment, battles to the death. 2fv, 1mv
The Emirs Pleasure
By Phillip Marlowe
Mary and Peggy had traveled to the Middle East for adventure and to taste the exotic
pleasures of the region. They were to taste unexpected pleasures that they never knew
existed in the world.
They had both been drugged and kidnapped by the Emir al Ghazhi, locked in the
basement of his villa, and left to worry about their fate. The Emir had a party coming up,
and he wanted some "special" entertainment for his guests.
Both women were near forty, but both had kept their figures. Mary was the best looking
of the two. Tall and thin, she stood almost six feet. She had long natural blond hair to her
shoulders, large breasts that drooped slightly, with large deep red nipples. Long legs and
long arms made her the favorite in the coming battle. The Emir knew she would bring a
good price on the market.
Peggy was the younger of the two. Of average height, built huskily. She had run track as
a teenager, and continued her athletics into adulthood. Deeply tanned from many hours in
the sun, with dark auburn hair, cut short to accommodate her exercise routine, and brown
eyes. Her breasts weren't as large as Mary's, but they were firm, and jutted proudly from
her chest. The Emir knew that she wouldn't bring such a good price as Mary, but if she
won, she could be sold to the whorehouses in Ankara for a good profit.
The two women were bought to the center of the Emir's villa, a large area with a circular
driveway. There was a grassy area in the middle. The women were naked, handcuffed,
and blindfolded. They fell to their knees as they were brought to the circle. The guards
pulled them to their feet. The assembled men mumbled amongst themselves, pleased with
the entertainment that the Emir was providing. The guards removed the blindfolds. They
both looked around with shock and fear, a crowd of strange men, nodding approval at
their naked forms. They saw each other for the first time, both wondering what the other
was doing there. There was a table in front of them. There were two scimitars and two
small shields before them. The Emir faced them and smiled broadly as he spoke.
"Normally I would just make you two harem slaves, or sell you to the white slave market.
But I wanted to provide my friends with special entertainment."
Peggy was sickened by what she heard. She had spent several days in a dark cold cell in
the basement. That morning a group of women took her to a bath, and meticulously
washed her. They wouldn't respond when she asked where she was or what was
happening. Now she knew. She thought she might die, but to be a slut for wealthy
perverts was worse, or so she thought. Mary's thoughts were the same. She knew,
however, that the Emir wasn't through. She worried about what the weapons were for.
"You will fight to the death. The winner will be sold into slavery; the loser's body will be
thrown into the ocean."
Mary's knees buckled, both were incredulous at what they heard. They looked at each
other with horror.
The Emir continued. "I will have you released from the handcuffs momentarily. You will
pick up the swords and step into the middle of the circle where you are now standing.
You will begin fighting immediately. If you do not, or you attack me or any of my friends
or my men, I guarantee that you will die a drawn out, very painful death."
They were both still in shock. Not knowing what to say or do.
"I'll admit it isn't a pretty choice for you," the Emir laughed, "but one of you will live,
albeit not in the fashion you imagined, but you will live." The Emir nodded to his men to
release the two women.
Both knew what they had to do. Neither was sure that they could kill another woman, but
they both knew that the only alternative was death. The men began to bet heavily on who
would win the fight. They went to the table, and picked up the scimitars and shields.
They faced each other in the middle of the circle. Peg spoke first.
"I'm sorry."
Mary knew what she meant. "Me too, take your best shot."
They held the swords up, neither of them knowing how to handle a sword. Mary struck
first, slashing across Peggy's chest. Peggy was lucky to get her sword up to block the
blow. Peggy reacted by slashing across Mary's flat belly. Mary pulled her shield in front
of her and deflected the blow. Crouching down she slashed again at Peggy, this time
across her stomach. Peggy used her shield to avert the sharp blade.
Peggy raised her sword over her head, slashing down as Mary straightened up. She cried
out as the sword caught her on her right shoulder and drew a bloody line across her chest,
between her breasts. The first strike was deep and blood soaked her breast. She backed
away to get her bearings. Peggy struck again, slashing toward Mary's stomach and groin.
Mary fought through her shock and pain to turn aside both blows. The crowd shouted
with approval.
With her last strike, Peggy left herself open, pulling her shield back to improve her
swing. Mary slashed across Peggy's torso, slicing her deeply in the abdomen. Peggy
doubled over in pain as blood spurted from the wound. Mary attacked her vigorously,
trying to strike a deathblow. Peggy hacked again. Mary easily blocked the weak attack
from her severely injured adversary. Mary struck again, the pain of her own wounds
numbed by the sight of the Peggy's injured bleeding belly. She thrusts toward Peggy
again, sensing victory.
Peggy gathers all of the energy she has left and thrusts toward Mary's exposed belly,
catching her on her right side. Mary grimaces with the shock of her new wound, as Peggy
strikes again, slashing through Mary's already injured chest. Both can hear ribs crack as
they are split. Mary falls back, stumbling, sprawling on the ground. She drops her sword
and shield. Both hands go to her injured chest. She squirms in agony as her life spills on
the grass, the crowd cheering in the background. Between the pain and the shock, she has
forgotten about Peggy. Blood fills her throat, choking her screams. Death will be
welcome when it comes; it will stop the agony of dying.
Peggy staggers to her, her own wound throbbing. She looks down at the naked dying
woman at her feet. She was disgusted by what she had done. This woman was innocent,
as she was. The least she could do was to end her suffering. She placed her blade in the
wound, where her heart would be. The blade sunk in easily, she didn't have much
strength left, but she didn't need much. With the damage already done, the blade slipped
in easily and deeply. Mary shuddered momentarily as she was killed, and then fell
motionless on the grass. Peggy pulled the sword from her, and dropped to her knees.
The Emir walked to her to the applause of his guests. She looked up at him as he stood
over her. "Too bad your wounded, it will lower your value on the market,' he laughed.
Peggy knew she would never be a slave; she was going to bleed to death in a few
minutes. She had killed once already; twice would be easy. She turned and shoved the
sword through the Emir's robes. She pushed with her legs forcing the sword through his
body. He screamed and fell backward. Peggy stumbled and fell forward next to Mary's
corpse. The guards raised their Kalishnakovs and fired into her prone body. Peggy felt the
bullets riddle her back and explode out of her chest into the soil below. She shook as the
bullets tore through her. She was dead before the guards had quit firing. Her body would
go into the ocean with Mary's. There was a certain justice in that.