Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (43 page)

Neither Jean nor any of the other women were allowed to look at the Welsh archers, and the next day they were gone on their mission, as were Pedro and Captain Gomez – back to their ship. Jean knew it would be a long wait and she was disturbed to find that her biggest problem, as she sat in the palatial residence, was the Sheikh’s small cock. But why did she have to pretend? Small cocks were not for her and she prayed something would happen soon.

The Sheikh made love to her for two nights, and when she was taken to hi
s tent again on the third night, she was expecting more of the same. He spoke to her
as they both undressed and Jean smiled awkwardly. Although Jean couldn’t understand a word he was saying, she was able to do what he wanted, mostly by paying attention to his
hand signs and gestures.

Jean smiled at him when he sat up in bed and clapped his hands twice, thinking it some silly custom. She didn’t know what it really meant until she saw two huge, dark skinned men quietly come into the tent. Jean sat up to look at them and she noticed that none of the men looked at her, they just stared straight ahead at the back of the tent. The Sheikh got up and motioned for Jean to get up too. She did and he took her to the first man and pointed at his nappy-like undergarment which was the only thing he was wearing.

Jean knew he wanted her to take it off so she did; he had a lovely, long cock hanging limp and unaroused. The Sheikh pointed to the other one and he took off his undergarment too. Another long cock. These must be the cocks she was destined for, something said to Jean. These were the cocks she was brought to shag, not the Sheikh’s little one.

Somehow the Sheikh made her understand that the two tall muscular men were his first wife’s slaves, and he wanted her to have the same pleasure with them that his wife did when they made love to her. He clapped his hands and they carried her to the bed, slowly gaining hard erections in the process. Following the Sheikh’s orders, they slowly took turns to make love to her. Jean enjoyed them, for their cocks were as big as Uncle Johnny’s but younger and better looking. Jean knew the Sheikh was having as much pleasure as she was just by watching her and telling the slaves what he wanted them to do to her. Jean was faking it in the beginning – due to a recently-learned habit – but in no time, those long, powerful strokes got to her. She began to moan and as she grabbed the other man’s cock, she said, “Oh Joe.”

The Sheikh thought she was saying that his cock was big, and he held his hands out like a fisherman describing how big his catch was. He nodded in agreement with Jean - the cocks were truly huge – and said with a smile. “Oh yes, oh Joe, big.”

Jean pointed at the other big cock and put two fingers up to the Sheikh. “Two oh Joes.” The Sheikh laughed, and happily said some words to himself in Arabic.

For most nights over the next six weeks, Jean reported at the Sheikh’s tent and the two slaves joined them in a night of love making. Jean had lost track of time and one day, while she was sprawled lazily on her bed and trying to stop herself from crying, the village erupted in cries of joy. It didn’t take her long to find out that the men had returned with the Sheikh’s son alive. The shouts of joy from the men of the village and wailing cries from the women crying filled the air.

The women sang, “The prince is back! Praise be to Allah”, and Jean sat stiffly with mixed emotions. Nobody noticed her as a single tear dropped from her eye.

Jean woke up quietly and stretched her legs under the sheets. She yawned, stretched her arms towards the head of the bed and opened her eyes lazily expecting to see a lantern lit in the middle of her tent. She found she was staring at the ceiling of her the apartment she shared with Steve; It was almost daylight and Steve was snoring as usual. She lifted her head, looked around her bedroom to be sure and then lay back down. The dream had been so real, she didn’t know if she should get up and get ready for work, or go see if breakfast was ready so she could eat with the rest of the women in the harem.

She touched her face and it was wet with tears. This last dream had been insane and if she had to describe it, she’d say that Joe had put her though a nightmare and not a sexual adventure. She realized she had cried through most of her dream and the sexual parts seemed deliberately tuned to make her feel bad. So many small cocks!

But he did have two marvelous slaves fuck the hell out of me and I guess that made up for all he put me through,
Jean thought. She honestly wondered if Steve-e-Joe, Captain Morgan and the rest of the men were still alive. She hoped so. A smile came over Jean’s face, as she realized she still hadn’t fucked Evan Evans, and she was sure the adventure wouldn’t end until that happened.

0700hrs

On that morning, Joe was pretty punctual. He contacted Alice to tell her that there wasn’t much to report back to her about Idir’s dreams. Burrows later called to tell Alice that Homeland had found Fareed Azim in an apartment above a flower shop, and they had him under surveillance 24/7. It was all thanks to Joe’s good work. Frank Brubaker – who now had all the agencies working with him – assigned the NSA to concentrate on that apartment with as many listening devices as possible trained on Fareed Azim. Brubaker wanted every little, insignificant sound recorded to the point that if Fareed broke wind, they’d hear it loud and clear.

Fareed didn’t go for prayers at any mosque while he was in the apartment. He prayed in his room and the agencies watched him at every moment. They were hoping that the apartment would be the terrorist cell’s HQ or at least some hub of activities in the days to come.

So Frank Brubaker played the waiting game, hoping Azim would make a call and give away the location of Yasmina, Jamil and the two bombers. They still had agents out on the streets looking for Yasmina and Jamil but with no luck yet, Fareed Azim seemed to be their best shot at finding the two bombers.

After being briefed, Alice was told to sit tight and Burrows would keep her updated. Joe popped into her mind about every hour to see what was going on hoping the FBI would have arrested Azim or somehow gotten the location of the two bombers. By 4:30 in the afternoon, when Burrows phoned Alice, no such location had been found.

“Alice, we found a friend of Yasmina and Jamil, and we’d like you and Joe to find out what he knows.”

“Oh yeah sure, I’m only watching TV and I’m bored stiff.” Alice was glad to get out of the hotel. “Are you going to pick me up?”

“Yes, I’ll be there in about 20 minutes.” Burrows added “And don’t forget your magic badge.”

In about thirty minutes, Alice was getting into the car. She was wondering why Campbell wasn’t so punctual today when she realized he wasn’t driving. He wasn’t even in the car.

“Where’s Agent Campbell?” she asked.

“He’s got plenty to do,” Burrows replied, stifling a tired yawn, “and we don’t want to frighten this friend too much so in this case, the fewer the merrier.”

Alice relaxed in the passenger’s side and thought about the job ahead. She was pleased that Joe had popped into her mind about 10 minutes earlier and had said he’d come along for the ride.

“So what’s the plan?” Alice asked. She couldn’t hide her excitement.

“The name of the friend is Bashir; he works in his parent’s shop. So we’ll go in, I’ll show him my badge and introduce you. You’ll hopefully be able to shake his hand using your badge. I’ll ask if he knows the whereabouts of Yasmina. He’ll more than likely say no and ask us why, whether she had done anything. I’ll tell him there was a car accident and we had her on tape driving a van past the accident just as it happened so she might have been a witness. With a bit of luck, as a good friend, he’ll phone one of them – either Yasmina or Jamil. Or, if he’s part of the cell, he might phone Azim and he’ll pass on that the police are looking for Yasmina.”

“Don’t you think he’ll suspect something is funny, an FBI Special Agent asking about a road accident?”

“He might, so let’s hope it does spook him into trying to warn Yasmina and Jamil that we’re on to them.” Burrows nodded. “That’s only part of the plan anyway, the main thing is for Joe to get in his dreams and find out if he knows anything.”

They followed the plan to the letter when they visited Bashir and just like Burrows had anticipated, Bashir said he didn’t know where they were, or when they’d be back. Alice managed to shake hands with him and Joe got into his mind easily. The only problem was that Bashir never phoned or texted anybody as they hoped he would. So in the end, it was up to Joe.

Joe waited until just after midnight before he got into Bashir’s dreams. Joe found out that Bashir was a Muslim believer, but didn’t want to be mixed up in any protest or anything else; he just wanted to be left alone to live a quiet life. Joe had him under his spell and asked him what he knew of the two Algerian men that Yasmina went to meet. Bashir hadn’t heard about any Algerians but he had overheard Jamil talking on the phone to someone about getting some Muslim brothers to go to the protest outside the White House on Columbus Day, and for others to protest at the wreath-laying ceremony at the Columbus Memorial Statue at Union Station, at the same time.

Joe found out that Bashir stayed away from protests but Jamil didn’t. He also found out from Bashir that Jamil was a quiet man if you met him on the street, but online he incited Jihadist violence against Jews and Americans. He preached that Muslims should write their legacy in blood in the name of Allah to guarantee themselves a special place in the afterlife.

Joe didn’t get much more out of him, but he thought the FBI would be interested in hearing about the two protests that were about to take place. They could be the places where the cell planned to use the two brothers.

Abel got into Alice’s dream and woke her up to tell her what he found had out. Alice hurriedly called Campbell with the news. Campbell had had only an hour’s worth of sleep but he got up and headed to headquarters straight away to work on the new information with the experts.

There was still some time on his hands so Abel thought he’d go visit his beauty queen. He knew Jean would be disappointed if he missed even one night and so he was trying to not disappoint her. Abel remembered that the last time he had entered Jean’s mind, he had looked through her eyes and seen that she had a few other adventure books including Robin Hood and Ivanhoe. He hoped they would inspire him for future adventures with Jean.

He remembered trying to take Alice on a Robin Hood adventure before they had become partners. Alice was stubborn and resolute, and she fought against Abel’s wishes such that he had been unable to make the adventure happen. He also remembered taking one of his other “clients” on an adventure of the Three Musketeers. That had worked perfectly. He reckoned at some point in the future, it would be a good idea to take Jean to France to meet the Cardinal of France and the Musketeers. He could also introduce her to the Queen of France and her lover, an English Duke.

All that would have to wait though, for Jean was still a sex slave and a long way from home.

*

Jean was getting frustrated. She wasn’t having much success communicating with the women of the harem because they were all excited that the Sheikh had gotten his son back. Jean was trying to find out if the archers were still alive, but she couldn’t get them to understand her. She suspected that a few of the women understood her, at least to some extent, but didn’t care enough to give her any reply. One of the older women, with a little girl by her side, hurried over to Jean and began to make comments while pointing at Jean’s bust. Jean looked down to find her nipples poking at her silk top, clearly exposed. The little girl picked a coat from a nearby basket and made Jean put it on. Next, the girl took a veil from the basket and wrapped it round Jean’s head so that it hid most of her face. When she had gotten it round Jean’s face, she pinned it neatly with an ornamental brooch.

Jean looked down at her silk breeches; they were tight around the ankles and baggy elsewhere, showing off her shapely legs but it seemed the elderly wife was more concerned with Jean keeping her face hidden. She waved her crooked finger back and forth, pointing to Jean’s face as she spoke and Jean understood that she was trying to tell her that the veil was not to be taken her face.

She led Jean over to the Sheikh’s tent, and as Jean got closer, she could hear a voice. She wasn’t sure at first but eventually she knew it had to be him. What she was hearing were the lovely Welsh tones of Captain Morgan’s voice and she wanted to run into the tent and ask him if Steve-e-Joe was still alive.

Her lack of commonsense at the moment was overridden by the old woman who held her back.

They had a translator in the tent and he was telling Captain Morgan what he had to do. After a short while, they called Jean into the tent. It was very hard not to look at the captain but she kept her eyes down and kept her mouth shut. The translator told her in his broken English that the captain had rescued the Sheikh’s son and as part payment, he was handing her over to the captain. Jean was elated, but for all her happiness, she couldn’t show it for fear that the Sheikh might change his mind and hold her back. One more thing remained unclear: the fate of Steve-e-Joe.

Captain Morgan must have known that Jean wanted to know how her husband fared and so he asked the translator to tell the Sheikh that he was glad to be of service to him, and that he was sorry that the Sheikh lost four of his men, but luckily for him, all his archers and his squire came back alive.

The Sheikh clapped his hands after that and Jean was taken back to her tent. She slept alone that night without a summon from the Sheikh so she guessed he was too happy at having his son back to bother her. The next day, Jean was dressed in a black robe and headdress covering her face just like the women in the village. She spotted Steve-e-Joe trying to get up on a camel and it took all the self-restraint she had in her not to shout to him. Jean was helped up onto her camel and the captain and all his men were mounted up too. The translator came over to Jean and told her that she was still the Sheikh’s property until she reached the docks so until she arrived there, she would have four bodyguards to make sure she behaved properly.