Sheikh

by Ulrike
- do not use without the author's permission.
- with an illustration by belit.
- as edited and modified by SirJeff.


Sheikh Abdallah knew that he could trust the driver.... Not only that he was paid 4000 Dollars, he also knew that if he would disclose anything, he would lose his balls. He had been invited to watch the castration of a human "stud" who had performedpoorly. Out of 10 "human mares" he had only covered eight successfully. The Sheikh himself had also been invited before to watch a covering which was a very exciting event, in particular when the mare was not willing to cooperate.

The merchandise was behind of him in his truck.... Two parallel banks along the side of the truck were bearing 14 nearly naked women and 2 men in their early twenties, Sheikh Abdallah would have said 10 breeding mares, 2 studs and 4 milk cows. All were secured by chains, the hands fastened in the back, the feet fixed to rings in the floor, where the legs were spread. They were wearing only seamed stockings and high heels, and the studs sheer pantyhose and high heels which was particularly humiliating for them. The road was bad, every pothole induced the tits, and in particular the milk laden udders of the cows and the pricks of the studs to move in rhythm.

Unfortunately he could not watch them often enough in the mirror as he had to bring his valuable cargo safely to the farm. He did not care about what he did, it was a job, a well paid job. And they were only switching from a boring life of insecurity to a secure fate, even if they would never have chosen it deliberately. But such was their destiny.

Sheikh Abdallah was a friend of the Government. Not that the law did not apply to him, but a high proportion of the crude oil imported stemmed from his emirate. And most of the imports of the emirate, in particular luxury cars and slave girls (but of course officially young emigrating female contract agents). So if anything happened which might have linked to His Excellency, there was no reason for any deep investigation. Also, he owned a disco and a young mothers´ club, where occasionally members disappeared, officially getting a convincing contract in his emirate. Buy a luxury car for the inspector, and the enthusiasm to investigate was tamed.

The automatic gate of the estate opened as he pushed the button of the transponder. The farm was very remote, fenced and in midst of the woods, with only this single gate for acces - and then there were still 10 miles to drive. After 9 miles the driver slowed down. He could already see the farm with the stables. Nothing special.

It was surrounded by fields which had to be ploughed before planting. He watched several ploughs, each driven by not horses, not tractors, but around 50 year old women, always two in front of the plough, naked, wearing only stocking and high heels. It was not the first time he saw as them, as he was not with his first delivery of mares and studs, but it was always exciting. They were kept for 2 or 3 years before the Sheikh gave them as a gift to poor Beduins who could not afford camels for water wheels. His Excellency loved charity.

It was a kind of "race". The earth seemed to be wet, the plough often stuck. He slowed down, looked at the first plough. Behind each plough was a Beduin, encouraging with a whip for the ladies to continue their work. On the plough he could read: "We are pleased to plough for our owner, His Excellency Sheikh Abdallah - plough team samantha and joanna". They were nurses who had been employed in Sheikh Abdallah´s European hospital and had been sacked to make place for younger ones.

The Sheikh believed that the treatment by half nude young nurses had a positive effect on the male arab clientele of the hospital even if they were less experienced. However, kindly as His Excellency was, he had proposed the elderly nurses to apply for the Sheikh Abdallah Charity Fund and offered work on his farm, which they had agreed upon. No he could clearly see them. High heels were certainly not facilitating their task, but it looked quite erotic.

The driver was disgusted and attracted at the same time. How could one force elderly women to do the job no horse would do? But the bouncing tits with every step, the whipping and the red stripes on the asses of the human animals were also particularly attractive, not to mention the nose rings. He saw their faces, full of pain from the whipping and the effort, and with their hopeless expressions. Their names were clearly readable on the ear marks.

Shouts in arab and english "Come on cunts!" followed by this fascinating sound of the whip, fascinating at least for him, less for the plough cunts. And their efforts were not in vain. Only the winning team could relax in the box during a whole day without work, recovering from the whipping, before being invited to drive the water wheel. The ploughing also was useful because it was a real farm which planted various crops.

Whereas the uncovered mares were not accessible at all in order not to disturb the breeding program, the plough and wheel wenches were accessible for employees for a small fee going to charity. Before he would leave, he would whip and use one, maybe the mare called joanna.

He knew that the fate of his cargo would not be an easy life of luxury, but more that of animals, but it was only his job, a well paid job and he was particularly keen on keeping his balls. He pushed the button of the transponder, the gate leading to the stables opened briefly, just to let the truck pass.

When he was thought of how his cargo had been harvested he was particularly excited and aroused. The disco where the human mares and studs had been harvested and also how the cows had been caught in the fish nets laid down as traps in the dark.....

To be continued...