This is the concluding story of Tom&Jaci. The next day Tom went sheepishly off to work and Jaci put on the expensive classy clothes which Carl had provided for her. Carl was taking her out. He picked her up and they drove into the country. After about an hour they turned off the road and went up a long drive to a huge farm with a lavish house. They were met in the front drive by their host, Sheik Arabam. The sheik was dressed in his traditional garb and was very polite and gracious. Both Carl and the Sheik had a passion for horses and both owned prize racehorses. Carl explained to Jaci that a deal had been struck with the Sheik to allow Carl to bring over his prize brood mare to be covered by one of the Sheik’s stallions, and Carl thought Jaci might like to watch. Carl explained that the horse had been brought over earlier in the day to get used to the environment. Jaci didn’t really understand what Carl was talking about but the house was fantastic and the Sheik was charming and she was enjoying everything. Furthermore Carl was treating her like a lady, not the way he had thus far at all. This seemed to Jaci to show that he cared for her, for she certainly felt she was falling for this confident, dominant man. He was classier than Chris, who just used her for sex. Not that she didn’t enjoy that, but. And Carl owned horses. Jaci was impressed. After drinks the sheik led them to a small indoor arena. It was round with raised seating round it. In the ring in the middle was what looked to Jaci like a sheep pen. Steel railings formed a rectangle and as they watched the Carl’s mare was led out and into the pen. At the end of the pen two of the sheiks servants took leather straps and fastened them around the mare’s neck and front legs so it couldn’t move. Then two ponies were led into the pen and approached the mare. Carl explained to Jaci that the ponies were there to warm the mare up, they were the foreplay. Jaci watched the mare sniffing the air and becoming restless as the ponies began to sniff the mare’s hindquarters. Jaci saw the ponies’ cocks, hanging between their legs and felt a slight shiver run through her. Both ponies were both trying to mount the mare but were too short and in any case were prevented from doing so by the Sheik’s servants. But they were having an effect on the Sheik’s mare which was becoming frisky. Then the sheik decided that the mare was ready, sufficiently aroused. He clapped his hands and the ponies were taken away Down in the mating box, Achmed, the Sheik’s personal servant, was with Carl’s young tethered filly. Then the sheik’s prize stallion was led in. Even Jaci could see that he was a splendid animal. As he caught sight of the mare, her rear quarters displayed to him as they were, and he became aware of the sexual state of the mare, he approached her, sniffing and becoming aroused himself. Jaci gasped at the size of his cock, it was enormous and she began to feel sorry for the Sheik’s mare. Involuntary she gripped Carl’s arm as the stallion mounted his mare and his cock just seemed to feed itself in to the mare’s hole. Once the stallion had finished fucking the mare it was dismounted and both horses were led away. The sheik then turned to Carl. ‘And so my friend, your stallion has mated with my mare and we await the outcome. Now I believe we move on to the complimentary part of the agreement’. Carl turned to Jaci. ‘Well my dear, as the Sheik has kept his part of the bargain, I must let you keep my part of it’. At first Jaci did not understand. She stood up smiling but was quickly seized by the Sheik’s bodyguards, and gagged. She looked towards Carl but he was in deep conversation with the Sheik. She was taken down to the mating box which was now empty except for the Sheik’s stud groom. In the centre of the box was a sort of pillory contraption and immediately the bodyguards started to take Jaci’s clothes off. She struggled, she tried to call out for Carl, but he had his back turned. The Sheik however was watching. Her dress was taken off, then her underclothes and soon she was naked and displayed to the Sheik who was looking down at her with a cruel smile. The Sheik nodded and she was walked up to the pillory. She was bent over and her neck was placed in the central depression and her wrists either side in smaller ones. Then the top was fastened down and she was helpless. The bodyguards left and Achmed came into the box. She was bent over and was embarrassed and humiliated to think how she must look from behind. Achmed carried a smaller version of the mating chains that had been attached to Carl’s filly. She felt the leather strap being placed round her neck and then the chains being attached such that she had to bend her knees more and raise her buttocks higher. She now knew what was going to happen. She was going to be covered like a mare. She was to be mated as an amusing spectacle for the Sheik as payment for the Sheik’s stallion covering Carl’s mare. She was in the eyes of these men, just a woman, to be used. But watching a European woman being treated like this must be a powerful trip for the Sheik. Then she felt two of the servants behind her, gently stroking the back of her thighs and caressing her arse. This was just like the two ponies, getting her ready, but for what? Despite herself Jaci couldn’t help getting aroused. One of the servants was underneath her, pulling her breasts down and letting them go, playing with them and rubbing her nipples. The other one went behind her and knelt down. She felt his tongue on her pussy. It trailed along and found her bud and she couldn’t help but react. She could feel her body wriggling. Oh the shame! She could not bear to look up to see Carl. Then Achmed clapped his hands and the servants left, their job as teasers done. Achmed approached, she felt his hand on her pussy lips. He opened her up and thrust a little ball of grease inside her; she was ready for her mate. The doors at the back of the mating box opened and she heard someone enter. She couldn’t see behind her but looking up sideways at the gallery she noticed that the Sheik’s huge bodyguard Trad was no longer there. The Sheik cheered and pointed as the man turned, naked, to face the gallery, no doubt showing his aroused manhood. Jaci felt him approach her, she could smell male arousal. She felt strong hands on her body. Bent over as she was she could feel the grease, melted by her own heat, running up inside her. Mortified she felt Achmed part her pussy lips for her mate, her unknown mate. Then she felt a huge manhood push into her, filling and stretching her like she had never experienced before. It was indeed Trad. Jaci felt the tip push against her cunt and with a grunt Trad had taken her. The sheik was cheering his servant on as he grooved his instrument in and out of Jaci’s wet excited hole. She could the men passing comment on her being mated. Then she felt a bucket load of cum hit her insides and she orgasmed, to her embarrassment very loudly. The huge servant kept grinding into her, as if forcing his seed into her womb and it was some moments before one of the servants pulled him out of her. She was left in that position for about 10 minutes, so everyone who wanted a close look could go down and see her gaping hole full of cum. When she was released Carl had gone. She was dragged away into the large house by the two servants, who gave her a bath and a hot drink. Within minutes the drugged drink worked and Jaci was asleep. She would awake to find herself in a new life in a far away country. The servants in that country were eunuchs and Tom was destined to join her later. THE END?