A Hunting We Will Go

She had panicked and was running down the path back towards the gate as fast as she could. A human runner has no chance of outstripping a horse in open country or on a pathway and so he was catching up with her when she saw the dogs and men who had checked downstream coming up the path towards her. Veering right off the path towards some more woodland she lost her footing and fell. Quick as a flash Ramzy El-Najjar dropped from the saddle and grabbed her.

"Let go," she said indignantly, "Bloody beginner. You have me and I lie down and you hold me with your foot. Don't tread on me hard either. No manners some people, no manners at all."

Ramzy El-Najjar remembered the protocol of the kill and let her go at once. She was obviously an experienced quarry and felt nothing but contempt for the lad who had had beginner's luck in making the kill. If he had not been so far behind the rest of the riders she would have been across the path and into the woodland behind the hunt as they spread out trying to catch her. That was the best possible chance of eluding them for the requisite two hours and this boy had caught her in less than half an hour!

When the riders came round the corner out of the woodland in answer to Ramzy El-Najjar's cry of "View," they were met by a scene of some amusement. An experienced quarry was lying stock still and a very embarrassed young hunter was standing over her with his foot raised, obviously too nervous to put his foot actually down on her chest. The tag on her suit was still there also. In his embarrassment, Ramzy El-Najjar had forgotten to remove it as his claim to the kill. The Emir arrived as the riders were milling about and roared with laughter, which did nothing for Ramzy El-Najjar's composure.

"Well, lad," said the Emir, "What's your name?"

"Ramzy El-Najjar, master," came the shaky reply.

"Oh, yes. First hunt isn't it? Your father cannot hunt because of a wound sustained saving my father's life?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well you have my permission to take the trophy tag. I am pleased that you have been taught the finer points of hunting so thoroughly."

Ramzy El-Najjar had no idea what the Emir meant until the older man started to lecture the assembled group.

"This young man is a credit to his illustrious father. It is his first hunt and he manages to kill the quarry, probably by accident if I know this girl, and yet remembers that it is considered the best honourable practice not to take the tag of your first kill until the Emir arrives. Later kills are fine, and taking the tag immediately ensures first bite of the cherry at the kill, but for your first kill you wait until I arrive and permit it. You did not remember that last week, did you Abu Yahya?"

One of the riders dropped to his knees an pressed his head on the ground.

"Master," he breathed, trembling with fear.

"I should leave you there like that for a few hours," said the Emir, "But I won't. You may leave to see if there is a problem at your home."

The disgraced rider walked away leading his horse amid general laughter.

"Come and see me tomorrow," shouted the Emir after him and that seemed to cheer him up.

The following day when Ramzy El-Najjar discussed this with his father he was told that that meant that the disgrace was only temporary. "A sin-binning rather than a red card," was the phrase his father used.

"Well now, the helicopter is arriving," said the Emir, and just then one of the big twin rotor Chinooks landed on the path some fifty yards away and a small army of eunuchs and slave girls ran from it carrying all the paraphernalia for a picnic suitable for the Emir, and a large divan bed. The quarry now rolled from under Ramzy El-Najjar's foot and stood up, handing him her kill tag which had been firmly fastened to her camouflage.

"Cheer up, Little Master. The Emir's pleased with you. And you get to fuck me first, or are you a beginner at that as well?" she said as she stripped off her camouflage and went over to lie on the divan with her legs well apart.

"Ramzy El-Najjar," called the Emir, "Are you going to let her call you 'Little Master' and imply in public that you are a virgin? What do you propose to do about it?"

"Master, I heard nothing," replied Ramzy El-Najjar, "Is it not written that the words of a woman are as sand blowing in the wind?"

The Emir roared with laughter until tears ran down his face.

"Your wisdom more than compensates for the brevity of today's hunt. Come and sit beside me," he said, "and ignore her. Let the others perform the kill and you shall visit the Golden Palace after we have eaten, unless you have other plans for the evening?"

"Master, I would like to do one thing before joining you," Ramzy El-Najjar dared to say, causing the assembled riders to fall silent at the temerity of this young man.

There was not one of them who would not give his eye teeth to be invited to sit beside the Emir at a meal, however informal, and the invitation to the Golden Palace was certainly going to include a visit to the Emir's harem. Now this youth was risking all that by asking a further favour of the Emir. Truly youth is impetuous and foolish.

"Be my guest," said the Emir.

That was judged by the experts in the ways of the Emir to be a neutral invitation to go further without necessarily granting the favour. Ramzy El-Najjar strode over to the woman and turned her on her stomach. Then he pushed the kill tag into her arsehole.

Returning to the Emir he said, "Thank you, Master," as the Emir again roared with laughter.

"Come and sit down," said the Emir through his laughter, "and try one of these chicken legs. They are delicious."

The others marvelled at the young man's good fortune in pleasing the Emir. To be offered food by the Emir personally was a mark of esteem rarely granted and this young man would be talked about far and wide. As he enjoyed the chicken leg Ramzy El-Najjar's attention was drawn by the sight and sound of the riders taking turns to fuck or sodomise the woman as the fancy took them. Some were also striking her with bare hands or with riding crops and she was already sobbing from the pain.

The Emir stood up and everyone else followed suit; turning to Ramzy El-Najjar he said, "We'll go back the easy way, I think," and strode off to the Chinook.

Ramzy El-Najjar hastily followed and the two were soon in the air heading the mile and a half back to the Golden Palace. When they arrived the Emir led the way into the Golden Palace harem anteroom giving Ramzy El-Najjar no time to take in his surroundings.

"Tell your father to come and see me tomorrow," said the Emir, "If you can remember after a night in my harem."

Then the Emir was gone and the Chief Eunuch appeared, saying "When the Master pleases, the hostesses are ready for your inspection."

Although he had been in the audience chamber of the palace, Ramzy El-Najjar had never before visited the harem and he stared around him with the curiosity of youth. He was in a long narrow room with doors at both ends and no windows. It was lit by a glass roof which was frosted to prevent the sun from being too strong and to prevent helicopter pilots from looking in. There was a small dais for the Emir when he was here, and several other chairs round the walls. In the centre of the floor was another dais which was about three feet square and had no chair on it. The walls were decorated with bedroom scenes depicting couples in various forms of sexual congress, some more comfortable in appearance than others. His attention was brought back to the matter in hand when several women filed into the room dressed in what he took to be the normal dress of the Emir's harem. Each had on a sleeveless brocade embroidered waistcoat, in the style of a western bolero, which did not meet across the breasts but left them visible at each swing as she walked. Below the waist loose chiffon trousers in baladi colours, pink, orange, mauve, lilac, lime and acid green, but all sheer and all, he noticed, with no gusset or seam between the legs completed the rest of the clothing. They wore no shoes, and none of the bangles, bracelets, anklets and chains that were the only clothing his father's harem wore. As in his father's harem, the women all had rouged nipples and labia.

Ramzy El-Najjar was at a loss to know which of these superb women to choose. His experience had been limited to the two old concubines of his father's who had been kept on solely to teach him about sex. They were less than attractive with their drooping breasts and poorly cared for bodies, and would have been sold off long ago but for his education. These women, in contrast, were the choicest morsels an Emir could offer a guest, and were pampered and cared for to keep them that way. Contemplating the problem, he eventually came down to choosing between a young pert redhead with tight curls on her head and a slightly older statuesque woman with long blonde hair. Both were very light skinned and did not look Arab at all, certainly not Kobekistani where native women were invariably dark and on the short side. Ramzy El-Najjar had not yet acquired the penchant for dark, ample flesh which many of his elders had, so the slimmer figure of the blonde did not put him off.

Seeing his quandary, the Chief Eunuch whispered, "If the Master would like both of them ..."

This solved his problem admirably so Ramzy El-Najjar nodded his agreement and the women all left. The Chief Eunuch escorted him to a small guest suite where a meal was waiting and soon afterwards the two women entered. One knelt between his legs under the table and applied herself to fellating him while the other one fed him morsels of food.