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Chapter 48: The Arab Prince #4: Water Sports
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0500 Hours… 4th day at sea…
The U.D (Urethral device) wouldn’t stop pestering Lara long after she voided her bladders at 0400 hours, and vibrated until she found her adventure garb stashed in a corner of Samir’s suite, redressed herself, and returned to her own suite, by which time her shorts had been soaked through with her cum and leaking urine.
Damian waited for her, along with her traveling suitcase.
“Time zone shift. 0500 is now 0600, Lady Croft.” Damian said, notably not using his preferred epithet for Lara.
“I waited for you, you know.”
“The prince insisted I spend the night…” Lara begun, reflexively flinching when Damian approached her again.
She was remembering more of him now. Out of the five orderlies from her prison sentence that was always the one to drag her by her neck, which seemed to be his preferred method of communicating. Lara guessed that the shock of being in prison must have been why she hadn’t immediately recognized Damian then.
As expected, Damian grabbed hold of Lara by her neck, but rather than drag her to the bed to rape her or force her to dirty it, he simply held her by one hand while the other reached under her shirt, then her shorts, to check if she had remembered to keep her gold jewelry on.
“At least you’re a fast learner…” he said, whispering into her ear. He then released Lara and went over to the suitcase, opening it for her.
“Take everything off and get in. We’re running on a tight schedule because you took so long to get back here.”
0615 hours, a mere 15 minutes later…
As soon as Lara was finished being strung up into her standing spread eagle in the white holding cell, Damian had his cock pumping in and out of her ass from behind.
“This is the charger for your new U.D. I think you can figure out how to use it just fine.” Kitty said, holding up what appeared to be an aluminum dildo with an attached power cord and a stubby protrusion at the end that was clearly designed to slip into the opening of Lara’s urethra to interface with the U.D inside her pisser.
Kitty pushed the charger dildo into Lara’s cunt, adjusting it until the thing started buzzing softly, which meant the U.D was now being charged. Kitty didn’t leave it in for long, toying with it and pulling it out as soon as she, with some help from Damian’s ass fucking, had made Lara climax.
“The pleasure mobile has already topped off your charge, so this is just a travel companion. Just know that if you’re using it when it’s urination time, the U.D won’t open to empty your bladder, so that’s something to consider.” She said to a panting Lara.
0645 hours…
Trellick waited until Damian had finished inside Lara, leaving her asshole sore and dripping cum. Before entering the cell to brief Lara.
“Excellent work yesterday, milady. 31% on a full charge. That means we’ve got roughly 54% left to go.”
“One more thing. The prince has been asking me how well I know you. In case he decides to visit you in your suite, I’ve had Kitty prepare a normal looking travel suitcase for you.”
Kitty had a large, regular suitcase on the table nearby, which she opened, showing Lara that it was packed with ordinary travel items: cloths, underwear, beachwear, towels, lotions, personal massagers... Kitty wiped the charger dildo clean of Lara’s juices and placed it inside the travel case, closing it and rolling it out of the cell for Damian to take up to Lara’s suite.
This left Lara alone with Trellick inside the cell.
“Does the prince actually own this ship? Does he know about… this place?” Lara asked, breaking the silence after it was clear Trellick was not going to use their alone time to use her for his pleasure.
“Samir has a 60% timeshare on this ship, and we’ve allowed him to claim the upper decks for himself because of his money. The rest of the ship is split between Takamoto’s Yakuza and Serkov Industries. Damian and I don’t own a piece of this action, but have been given the run of this place since we’re free agents with plenty of time to kill.”
“…thank you…” Lara said.
“For what?”
“For… “ being nice to me and not so eager to fuck me…
Lara couldn’t bring herself to finish the horrible sentence, but Trellick seemed to understand what she was getting at.
“I’m a businessman, milady. Somewhere down the road, when you’ve paid off your debts, I’d rather there not be any bad blood between us. I live a rather dangerous life and don’t enjoy the kind of protection some of the others have, so, if we’re being honest, I have more to fear from any vengeance you might think to met out.”
“That’s quite astute of you, I must say.” Lara said, relieved that Trellick was acting out of self-interest and not simply biding his time to surprise her with something similar to what Xavier had done with Mark Tremaine.
“As a favor, I would appreciate it if you also forgive Damian’s actions, past and future. He’s simply venting his grudge from your actions three years ago.”
“That’s a tall order… but I appreciate you asking.” Lara said, as Trellick freed her wrist and ankles from the chains keeping her spread, before placing a hand at the small of her back and compelling her to turn around, where Kitty had left her outfit for the day hanging from a stand.
“Once you’re dressed, someone will be here to take you back up to Samir’s suite.”
0801 hours…
Samir awoke to the soothing sensation of ‘Duchess’ running her hands along his back, lightly massaging him whilst he slept in bed.
<“Hmmm…. very good….”> he said, turning his head to admire her new outfit, a one piece slip in pants suit that, while not transparent, had hidden inner leg cuts to allow for absolute freedom of access. He slid his hand wearing the signet ring up Lara’s exposed inner thighs to discover the black lace garments she wore underneath. The billowy nature of the pants suit shielded this from view when Lara was up and moving about, so Samir was glad to know about her secret entrance.
‘Duchess’ sighed, her eyes closing and humming pleasantly as two of his fingers found the slit in her panties, slipping into her sex along with his signet ring.
<“Ohoho, you’re already wet. Is ‘Duchess’ that happy to see me?”>
Samir rolled over onto his back, his bared bottom half disappearing into the sheets and his morning hard on popping into view. Immediately, the ‘Duchess’, without prompting, climbed into bed, straddled his legs, bowing down to take him into her mouth to satisfy his morning urges.
0815 hours…
Samir’s manservant, after making sure the ‘Duchess’ was deep into the act of pleasuring his master, exited the prince’s suite and motioned for three of the guards to accompany him to Lady Croft’s room, where they thoroughly searched her quarters. The manservant had been requesting Samir to do this, but the prince had been so smitten with ‘Duchess’ that he hadn’t given the manservant his blessing to do so.
Luckily, Samir’s guard captain was of the same mindset as the manservant, so the two decided to carry out their search of Lady Croft’s suite of their own accord.
1000 hours…
Lara’s undergarments had become stained with the sexual release from herself and the Arab prince, so she had replaced it for the white bikini, which allowed her to jump into the aquarium after shedding the red pants suit and leaving it with Samir, who observed her from the pavilion.
She had been swimming for half an hour or so when she noticed Samir’s manservant bending over to whisper something in Samir’s ear, at the same time handing something over to Samir’s hand, which the prince looked at quite intently.
Lara didn’t give much thought to the manservant’s actions, herself too distracted by the U.D device.
So it was a surprise to her that the first thing Samir did when she left the pool to rejoin his side was to have his guards cuff her hands behind her back.
“You’re highness?!” Lara exclaimed, shuffling before Samir and flanked by two guards who held her by her arms.
Samir held up the faded photograph of the gold statue that Lara had once shown to Trellick and Damian.
<“Care to explain to me why this photo was found among your personal belongings?”>
Damian, Lara thought. It had to be him, as he was the one who took her traveling suitcase up to her suite.
<“Your highness, please. That photo is just part of my research…”>
<“Curious, how the only photo of an artifact in your possession just so happens to be of a statue that I had requested be sent to me a long time ago.”> Samir said. Both he and ‘Duchess’ knew he didn’t believe her.
<“Your highness… if I’ve done something to displease you, please forgive me. I will return to my quarters and bother you no longer…”> Lara ventured.
<“To the contrary, I find you quite pleasing.”> Samir said, a thin smile on his face.
<“My guard captain, on the other hand, would very much like to ask you a few questions regarding some men that he lost while trying to bring me the item in this photo.”>
He nodded to his guard captain, who bowed deeply to the prince, taking the photo from Samir’s hand before he and two Arab security guards half carried, half dragged, the struggling ‘Duchess’ out of the pavilion, taking her below deck, placing a black bag over her head to prevent her from seeing where they were taking her.
1045 hours…
Samir’s guard captain borrowed one of the ship’s glasswalled holding cells, where he and his cohorts recuffed a blindfolded Lara’s wrist above her head, attaching a steel rod to both of her ankles then chaining the steel rod to the floor.
“Please… let me go back and explain to his highness…” Lara stuttered as the bag was lifted from her head, her eyes dancing around, shifting uncomfortably as being in the glass cell made her feel put on display. It was clear to her now that the Saudis also knew and had access to the ship’s underbellies.
“His highness is currently busy talking to Trellick.” The guard captain said in English.
“But before he wishes to speak to you, I have a few questions for you.” one after the other, he placed both hands on Lara’s breasts and started to play with them through her bikini top.
“Three years ago, were you in Egypt? Did you come across a caravan filled with artifacts bound for his highness’s collection? Did you ambush that caravan, kill the guards, and take the statue in this photo?” He asked the questions in rapid succession, before holding up the faded photo.
“th… this is an outrage. I’m the Duchess of Arlington! You can’t do this to me…” Lara said, hoping her royal status was enough to protect her.
The guard captain sneered, and proceeded to use scissors to cut the white bikini from her dangling body. After that, he roughly removed her nipple caps and clit ornament, leaving Lara shaking and leaking milk down her front.
“We’ve already searched your room, but in light of this photo, I think it best for us to search you as well to make sure you aren’t a threat to his highness.” The captain said, pulling a pair of latex gloves over his hands. One of his underlings squirted some lubricant into his gloved hands, and the captain, after working the lubricant around, proceeded to thoroughly examine Lara’s lower holes, stretching them open and prodding them.
Lara shuddered as he did this, clenching tightly and resisting the captain’s overtures. But her interrogator was patient, taking time to slide his fingers in and out of his prisoner’s cunt until exhaustion forced her to relax, upon which he slowly worked his way up to four fingers, then finally had himself up to his wrist inside of her vaginal canal.
“Ahhhhhh!” Fuck you, Damian! Lara cursed inwardly, her knees bowing outward to accommodate the intimate search.
She really fought the captain on the rectal exam, but once again, could not stop him from pressing his hand into her ass until his watch was tickling her struggling sphincter.
“Your rectal passage is unusually clean.” The captain concluded his search, removing the gloves. He hadn’t thought to check her urethra. After all, what were the chances that she had a spying device up in that tight little hole?
“…can… I please… go now?” Lara asked, her tears to the pain and humiliation very much genuine.
The guard captain lengthened the chain connected to Lara’s wrist, the slack allowing her hands to fall to just under her chin, where she tucked her elbows against herself, vainly trying to cover up.
‘Duchess’ cried out when the captain undid his pants,
“I think we both know that you were the one responsible for the death of my men…”
“I… didn’t....” Lara started to lie, but then realized the guard captain didn’t care one way or another. He probably already knew the truth, that she did indeed attack Trellick’s caravan and steal the statue.
“However, I do not believe his highness would like it if I brought him your confession. I think he would prefer that some things be left unsaid… so let this be your way of compensating me for my failure to extract said confession”
He said, starting to slowly slide in and out of Lara, sating his lust that he had built up after watching her please his master for the past few days.
“His highness never touches the back door anyways…”
After he was done, the captain allowed his two lieutenants their turn inside the ‘Duchess’.
1200 hours…
‘Duchess’ had been begging to be allowed to use the restroom for a few minutes before she seemed to lose control of her bladder, voiding herself all over the floor while being fucked in the ass by the captain for a second time. Her body spasmed as she clenched down on the captain’s cock, and he had to hold her by the waist to keep her from slumping.
12:30 hours…
Lara was given an enema to remove all evidence of her interrogators’ foul play, before being blindfolded, her wrists rebound behind her, and marched out of the glass cell, where she was blindly led through the lower decks of the ship completely nude.
An elevator ride and a short march later, Lara squinted as she found herself back in the ship’s biome, standing just outside the shade of the pavilion under the bright sunlight.
Samir was there, surrounded by his security detail. Next to him stood Trellick, and behind them, Damian and the Nubians.
<“The ‘Duchess’ wasn’t very talkative’> the guard captain explained to Samir <“But we found nothing else in our search.”>
<“Like I said, you’re highness, had I suspected that this woman was the one responsible for the ambush on your men and stealing from you, I would never have dared invite her aboard this vessel.”> Trellick said to Samir, who seemed to accept his words as truth. Rising from his seat, he beckoned for Lara to be brought into the shade before him.
<“My friend here tells me that you contacted him for help in your next adventure in Africa, hmm?”>
Lara, unable to read his intentions, could only nod.
<“Where is that adventure, exactly?”>
<“…Egypt… the City of Khamoon… Valley of the Kings…”> Lara said, remembering how Trellick had been quite thorough in briefing her of her cover story.
Her answer seemed to be the correct one, as Samir’s demeanor visibly relaxed, and ordered his men to free her.
Unfortunately, the moment Lara was uncuffed, she was grabbed by the giant Nubians, with Damian gleefully looking on.
<“Damian here is also quite upset that he had to suffer a pay cut after losing my men and then not finding out who did it. He’s quite eager to prove to me that he has no loyalty to you in the slightest.”> Samir said, casually nodding at Damian, giving him the go ahead to have the Nubians drag Lara screaming out of the pavilion and over to a large patch of grass, where, one after the other, Lara cried as she was fucked in the ass by first Damian, then the Nubians, as one by one the progressively larger cocks pumping cum into her bowels.
1400 hours…
Lara’s wail as she simultaneously wet herself and came from the ass fucking served as a climax to Damian’s vindictive punishment of her.
Samir had retired to his chambers after tiring of watching other men have their way with ‘Duchess’, leaving his guard captain to witness Damian’s “proof” of his allegiances. Finished, Damian shared a knowing nod with the guard captain, who looked quite pleased with himself as he offered Lara her jewelry and a set of clean clothes, acting as if nothing had happened beyond his search of her body.
“One more thing, luv” Damian said, showing the butt plug with a ponytail that matched Lara’s hair color. He had the Nubians bend the ‘Duchess’ over so he could insert the tail into her, plugging her and stoppering the exodus of semen and lubricant from her ass. Pulling out a knife, he cut a slit in Lara’s new bikini bottom and pulled the tail hairs through it as Lara awkwardly slipped into them.
Afterwards, the ‘Duchess’, sniffling and holding back sobs as she adjusted to walking with the tail butt plug inside of her, was brought to the prince’s suite, where she awaited his next edicts.
Samir laughed when he saw the pony tail protruding from Lara’s derriere, complementing Damian on his creativity. He dismissed most of the men, until only his manservant and Lara’s three interrogation rapists remained.
<“Now, let’s say you are really headed for Egypt and not trying to steal from my collection…”> he begun to say, to which Lara vigorously nodded.
<“You’ve provided quite a bit of entertainment for me on this trip, and even though I now have doubts as to the purity of your intentions, I still intend to keep to my word and take you to my palace.”>
<“What would your highness ask of me?”> Lara asked.
<“Continue to entertain me, and I will make sure you are rewarded.”> Samir said authoritatively, motioning for Lara to strip for him.
Slipping out of the bikini and sun dress she had only just put on, Lara presented her denuded self to the prince, following the direction of his circling fingers and turning in place, letting Samir see her fidget as the hairs of her new tail tickled her naked legs with every movement.
When he was satisfied, Samir pointed at the spot next to him in bed, motioning for Lara to lay down and spread herself for him. Patting her exposed sex, fingers toying with the hilt of her tail, Samir crawled between Lara’s legs and prepared to claim her.
<“Let’s… ungh… pretend none of this… unpleasantness… ever happened. From now… ungh… until you leave my palace, you are my guest… I will provide you with everything that you should require, and you… may study… my collection to your heart’s content…”> he said generously, even as he rocked his hips against hers.
<“Thank you… you’re highness…”> Lara said, stealing a glance at Samir’s laptop on the bedside table as she held his attention with her tight cunt.
The only thing for her to hope for was that Damian’s betrayal of her didn’t reflect a change in Trellick’s attitude towards her.
1355 hours…
<“I think you will understand if I have two of my men here keep you company at all times for the rest of your stay here.”> Samir said, pointing at his manservant and guard captain, who both bowed, first to him, then to Lara, before taking up flanking positions on either side of her as they escorted her from his room.
<“See the ‘Duchess’ back to her quarters, see to it that her needs are accounted for.”>
<“I will be expecting your presence at dinner, ‘Duchess’”>
The guard captain deliberately took a scenic route, allowing the three of them to pass by dozens of of Samir's coterie, many of whom seemed to catch on to ‘Duchess’s’ state of distress. Their inquisitive stares would soon turned to bemusement when they noticed the tail sticking out from the back of her bikini, the dress being translucent enough to show this.
What made things even worse for Lara was that her escorts refused her the use of a toilet as her next bladder voiding kicked in, urine drenching her inner thighs and blooming across her dress, all in full view of other guests. The manservant and guard captain both saw this, but laughed it off as Lara pissing herself due to anxiety and fear of what they might do to her once they had taken her back to her suite.
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Author's note: Just like that, Lara's fallen from the prince's good graces.
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