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Playthings of the Prince [MultiFormat]
eBook by Alex Waldegger
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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Prince Ali is nobleman of vast wealth with an extensive harem. Ali likes to make women his obedient servants by manipulating them until they want to be his. Three young women are captured and brought to Prince Ali's harem on the same day. Angelique and Helene are French sisters, and Katya is Russian. The responses of the three to captivity are very different. Angelique longs to be taken, and is desperate to make the Prince want her more than Helene. Helene is upset by her powerlessness, until she leans that there is power to be had over the other girls by becoming the Prince's favorite; then she will do anything to gain such a position. The Prince plays on the sisters' rivalry to intensify their competition to please him. Meanwhile Katya, made to perform with other girls, discovers the lesbian passions that have lain dormant in her spirit.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2007
9 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [161 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [155 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [129 KB]
, Portable Document Format (PDF) [504 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [148 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [146 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [180 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [330 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [180 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [122 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [151 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [186 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [198 KB]
Words: 48154
Reading time: 137-192 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
CHAPTER I: NEW ARRIVALSDespair was a familiar companion to Katya Markova. Life in Russia was a trap, even in Moscow. The television was full of shows from the West, about people who had beautiful lives and glittering careers. In Russia it was impossible. She longed to go to London or San Francisco and start a proper life there. Some girls who had been at school with her had done it--she heard that they found jobs in bars, which gave them enough money to live. But Katya lacked the courage to take such a bold step. What if she could not find a job? She spoke good English, but was that enough? She would be competing with the locals for jobs, and they would all speak better English than she did. And if she got a bar job, what then? Where could she go after that? Working in a bar was not an appealing idea of a long-term career, and it would not earn her enough money to put herself through college. It seemed there was no way out of Russia for her. Scanning the jobs section of a Russian newspaper one day, her heart seemed to skip a beat as her eyes picked something out. Wanted: trainee Russian language secretaries for company operating mainly in Gulf states. Applicant must be native speaker of Russian, with English or Arabic as a second language. Applicant must be willing to make a career with the company and relocate to the Gulf region, initially Qatar. Applicant must be disposed to travel for business. The words 'make a career' seemed to shine out from the page. Salvation had opened its gates before her. Scarcely able to breathe, Katya phoned the number in the advert. Within days she had an interview with an executive from the company, Miss Rafiq, a tall black woman with fierce eyes. They spoke English, which was no problem for Katya. The Russian girl's obvious ability in that language seemed to satisfy the interviewer as to her fitness for the job. Most of her questions revolved around her willingness to move permanently to a distant part of the world and to stay with her employer in the long term. Katya assured her that leaving Russia for a better life had been her cherished dream for a long time. * * * *Helene Larocque's eyes scanned the hotel lobby as she stepped into it. Heads turned to look at her, women jealous and men admiring. How she loved that, the power she had over them. A self-satisfied smile took up its proper place on her narrow but full-lipped mouth and she strode pridefully across the marble tiles, her heels clicking loudly with every step, while her meek younger sister Angelique self-effacingly followed after her like a dog at the heel of its mistress. Two boys, Germans she remembered, were loitering by the entrance. They had introduced themselves before, while their eyes caressed her chest and waist, but she did not remember their names. In fact she had no liking for them at all--their ogling was quite offensive--but she would never have admitted that. Helene had got into the habit of showing herself off as though she was the Whore of Babylon, even though in truth she was still virginal and had no immediate plans to change that. Even though she didn't intend to let any man or boy touch her in the foreseeable future, the boost to her ego she got from knowing that men's eyes clawed at her form, mentally undressing her, was far more important than the skin-crawling sensation which it undeniable gave her at the same time. "Helene!' said one of the boys in English with a horrid guttural accent. 'Can I see you tonight?' Helene giggled, tossing her head slightly to shake the mane of her bright golden hair, and made big eyes at him. Her hand slid down her side, over her voluptuous hip. 'I don't know,' she replied in the same language. 'I don't make plans that far ahead. I'm spontaneous! But who knows? Perhaps if I'm in the good mood, I'll let you see all of me.' She winked and moved her hand up her thigh, pulling up her short white skirt a few centimetres to reveal more pale flesh and just a glimpse of the side of her panties. Then she strode out into the hot sunshine before the Germans could reply. "Helene, you are disgusting!' said her sister, following her out. As usual, neither boy had even glanced at her in the presence of her glowing sister. "You're just jealous, Angelique,' said Helene rather tartly. Angelique was stung all the more because she knew it was true. 'Come on, let's go to the bazaar!' She grabbed Angelique by the hand and set off at a fast pace, doing her special walk that made her breasts bounce and jiggle lasciviously, revelling in the looks of disapproval and lust that she drew from the local Arabs in the street. "Ladies!' said a voice from a doorway. A black woman stood there, and draped over one of her hands were necklaces of gold and silver, resplendent with jewels. 'Such beauties!' she said. 'Like two suns! You deserve the richest jewels! See--gold--silver--sapphire for your necks! Step in my shop--you will not find a better price!' She backed into the shadowed doorway, and Helene followed her, eyes glittering with avarice. Angelique went after her, happy that someone had noticed her existence, her beauty even, in her sister's presence--even if it was a woman, and she just wanted to make money out of them. The door shut behind them and their screams of shock and terror were muffled as thick wads of cloth were clamped over their mouths.
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