Synopsis: Oil tycoon Theo Harrison has it all—boats, jets, and massive properties around the world. He spends most of his time, however, residing at his Dubai-based complex. Not only is it his largest and most technically advanced abode, but it also features a uniquely skilled staff of 12 stunningly beautiful women, each dedicated solely to keeping Theo sexually content at all times. To maximize efficiency and proficiency, each woman is responsible for a specific room—and thereby, a specific part of Theo's day. These are the stories of the Dubai Dozen, room by room.

Previously: Chapter 8 — Fluffing with Chang

Chapter9: Dinner and a show with Hazel and Callie

The lights in Theo's living room dim, and his 30 or so guests quiet down. Drinks in hand, they turn their attention to the middle of the room. Bright lights indicate where the entertainment is about to take place, and they form a rough circle around the illuminated large plastic sheet. The eager silences betrays their anticipation.

"Thank you everyone for coming tonight!" Theo smiles cordially as he steps into the circle. "While I'm sure we're all hungry, I assure you it's worth the wait. I know all of you have heard stories about tonight's 'entertainment.' Now, we find out if it lives up to your expectations. Ladies?"

Doors on opposite sides of the room open in unison, and the crowd parts to welcome two naked and leashed women into the circle. Rather than submissively following their handlers, however, the women are lunging rabidly towards the middle of the room. In fact, neither is even crawling; both are leaning forward with such intent that their heads are only a couple feet off the ground. It takes three servants to hold back each girl, although the strained look on their faces suggests a fourth might be advisable.

Hazel is the more petite of the two women, her red hair falling on slight shoulders and pale skin. Nobody would guess that she placed third at the World Judo Championships 2 years earlier. Callie, on the other hand, looks every bit the former MMA fighter that she is. Veins pop from her thick neck and even thicker thighs. If it weren't for her fake DD tits, Callie's buzzed blond hair would confuse most spectators into believing she's a man.

Both women snarl at each other as they claw closer to each other, the servants holding on for dear life behind them. Suddenly, one of Callie's handlers trips on the edge of the rug, and this is enough for her to rip free. In a flash, she bounds across the circle towards Hazel who's still restrained and unable to evade. Hazel raises her arms to defend her face, so Callie slams her fist into Hazel's stomach. She drops like a rock. The crowd erupts.

While Hazel rolls on the ground, gasping for breath, Callie circles her with the look of a hyena preparing for a kill. Understanding that the fight has abruptly begun, the handlers run forward to unbuckle the leashes. Callie charges at Hazel again, but this time Hazel rolls out of the way, springing to her feet and assuming her judo stance. The crowd shrieks with excitement.

For the next 5 minutes, the women grapple, punch, kick, and bite each other—nothing is off limits. Hazel lands a knee to Callie's ribs, and followed quickly by an elbow to the temple. But Callie doesn't go down easily. She manages to get Hazel by the hair, and throws her violently into a few of the spectators. Just as it looks likes like Callie is about to win the match, Hazel lands a vicious kick to Callie's crotch. As she screams and doubles over in pain, Hazel leaps into her back and puts her in a headlock. They fall to the floor, but Hazel holds on. 10 seconds later, Callie taps out.

"As you can see, these two women despise each other," Theo says, striding over to the exhausted, panting women. "But it isn't just because they have to fight each other every night." He smiles, and pauses for dramatic effect. "It's because of what the winner gets to do to the loser."

With that, the servants wheel out a medieval-looking stockade, and quickly lock Callie's limp, bleeding body into it. A mixture of tears and blood drip from her face to the plastic sheet. Meanwhile, another servant hands Hazel a massive black dildo, roughly the length of her forearm and the same diameter as a baseball. A thick metal handle at the base suggests that it's meant to be wielded with force.

"The rules are simple," Theo explains. "Our champion here has 3 minutes to fully insert this dildo into a hole of her choosing. If she fails, then they trade places... Good luck to them both!" With that, he pats Callie gently on the head as if to say goodbye, and steps aside for Hazel, who needs both hands in order to hold the gigantic dildo. Without hesitation, Hazel yanks Callie by the hair, and uses her scream as an excuse to shove the first two inches into her mouth. Only 10 more inches to go.

The next two minutes are ugly. Hazel uses her entire body to drive and pound the dildo deeper and deeper into Callie's throat. Callie's body writhes futiley in the stockade, tears streaming down her face, screams barely audible from her throat. Some male guests take turns fucking her pussy, enjoying the challenge of keeping their dick in her convulsing body. With another grunt, Hazel manages to drive another inch into Callie's throat. Her gag reflex kicks in, and her bulging throat is noticeably seizing. Hazel doesn't relent.

By the third minute, Callie is clearly losing consciousness, but it's Hazel who seems more desperate. She's managed to get 10 of the 12 inches into Callie's throat, but her body physically can't accommodate any more of the dildo. "Thirty seconds!" announces Theo. Hazel throws her full weight into the dildo once again, but slips in a pool of her own sweat. In an instant, she's on her back looking up at Callie's impaled face. Without Hazel holding it in, the dildo slides out of Callie's mouth and crashes into the bridge of Hazel's nose. In her daze, she wonders if the warm liquid spreading across her face is blood. But the sound and smell of Callie's puking quickly correct that misconception. "Time's up!"

Hazel hardly cares about the mixture of sweat, blood, and vomit coating her face. Instead, all of her energy is consumed by resisting and begging the servants as they lift her into the recently vacated stockade. A few feet away, Callie is on her back, still gagging and heaving. She doesn't even flinch as one of the men who had been fucking her finishes on her face, making it glisten even more. Weak as she might be, she already has her white knuckles wrapped around the dildo's handle. Finally climbing shakily to her feet, she leans in close to Hazel's tiny, quivering body, now locked securely into the stockade. She whispers: "Open wide, cunt."