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Taken.
I remember seeing his still lifeless face as he lay there in the coffin,I peered inside and tried to catch a glimpse of the man I once knew, my motherwas crying uncontrollably and when I went to comfort her she pushed me away.
I remember waving to her as the train pulled away and watching as she slowlydisappeared into oblivion. I can still see the blue sash around her waist ripplingslightly in the updraft of the train.
I think back at my first glimpse of the ship and the noise of the crowd asthey pushed and shoved their way along the gangplank, children crying and motherscomforting them as the storm crashed along of us, nothing but water surroundingus and no sight of land. I lay in my tiny bunk wondering why I had been sentaway, I had never seen my aunt or even heard of my mother speaking of her tillthe funeral, I can still feel the tears dripping off my cheek as the ship swaystoo and fro the thunder roaring all around.
I remember my first glimpse of the pyramids in that overcrowded coach andthe stench of the live stock as we all travelled together. My dress which waswhite with a golden trim had once hung proudly from my figure but the harshnessof the trip and turned it a musty grey and I was lathered in sweat. I can stillsee the women as they sit their in their black shrouds, as though they weregoing to a funeral, I felt so out of place, so infinitely lost.
If I close my eyes the images of those men, the men who were to change mylife forever was burned into my head as if by red hot needles, the anguishI felt every time I saw their faces cut so deep into my heart, my breath wouldshorten and my chest tighten as the pain raced through my veins.
I watched as the pyramids passed into the distance and the burning heatof the desert surrounded us as though by a blanket. I watched as the horsesapproached the coach and thought nothing of it till they produced swords andforced the driver to quit his occupation. They dragged him from his seat andboarded. I sat so quiet and so still afraid to move in case I stood out, whata silly thought, of course I was going to stand out, a lone white female attireddifferently from every other body on the bus, but back then I was young andnaive, every little hope was still hope.
I remember the trepidation I felt as one of them approached me, yellingat me in a language I didn't understand and getting frustrated and agitatedas I sat there confused staring blankly at him. He dragged me to my feet slappingmy face hard and roughly pushed off the bus onto the floor on my knees. Thedust was kicked up around me as the bus driver sped off and left me there atthe hands of the kidnappers, he neither tried to stop my abduction nor slowedto look back, within seconds he was out of sight and I was alone and helpless.
The tallest man of the group came and tied my hands around my back, withrope he tied my lead to his horse and my two day journey across the swelteringdesert began. I was mercilessly hauled behind them for the entire trip, ifI fell to my knees I was whipped till I arose again, water was scarce and rarelysupplied to me and by the time I reached my destination my dress was tatteredand torn and covered in my sweet and blood, my knees where torn to shreds andthe blisters on my feet had melted my feet to my shoes.
It was nightfall when we got there, I remember vividly the stars, so manystars, like the blanket of night was so moth eaten it would take merely thefinger of a child to rip it into daytime.
There was no sign of the building from the ground above, I entered it bysteps leading down, and the corridor was dimly lit by candles, slipping a fewtimes onto the bare rock I ragged my knees further as I fumbled to find myway around.
My holding cell that night was sufficient to sleep in, nothing but sandas my bed, but the rest was so needed I didn't care, we had stopped that wasall that mattered to me that night.
In the morning I was woken by the men who had captured me, they led me toa room with a large hole carved in the rock in the centre and filled with water,here they stripped me and bathed me slowly, rolling the cool water over mycuts and washing every trace of the desert from my being ready for the 'presentation'.
Clad in just a simple white shroud, I was taken to a large hall where therewas a substantial gathering of men, money was trading hands and the smoke thatfilled the air was suffocating. I stood in the centre of the room and for afew seconds all went quiet.
I felt the blood rush to my head as for the first time I was stripped totallynaked in front a man and not just a man a whole room full, no other had everseen my flower or the delicate curves of my haunches, but here I was, vulnerableand alone and I was soon to find out, for sale.
I stood there in all my glory, and the men sat and stared, I shudder andstill do as I see their faces surveying my body, but more so do I shudder asI recall how they lay me on the floor in the middle of that stage and partedmy legs, I watched as the man closest to me lent down and parted my outer labia,I tried to pull away from him, but the others held me fast as he slid his fingersinside me, immediately I tensed up but it didn't stop him from completing histask.
Once finished he stood and announced in perfect English that I was untouchedand my hymen was still tact. The shock I felt when I heard him speak my nativetongue was unbelievable, but more so was the shock when the money started topass hands, and I was pulled to my feet for full inspection.
I wriggled and writhed as their hands moved sensually over my naked body,the ambiguous feelings that filled my head were, for a few moments unbearable,till I saw the gentleman who had bought me, he was such an outward gentlemanbut his accent was heavy and his skin colour was a deep brown, he had largebrown eyes and a full head off hair amazingly he was one of the oldest of thegroup.
He didn't say much in the coach ride that night, but what he did say wasin perfect English and straight to the point, he made little effort to comfortme but at the same time his presence made me feel safe.
He explained to me I was to be a present, a gift from father to son.
Once at the house, I was dressed accordingly and made to wait in my roomtill my presence was required. I remember that room, the lavish tapestriesand the mounted art, most of all I remember the large wardrobe, and the secretshidden deep within.
He called me late on that first night, I was to strip and kneel on the floorat his feet while he brushed my hair and spoke to me with a loving kindness,such a rarity for me since my father died, I let my head fall back onto hislap and listened to his low tone.
He said I was to become the perfect wife for his son, and to do that I mustlearn how to become 'perfect'. He said I must understand their ways, how theyeat, what were his favourite things, and most of all how to obey every orderhe gave me down to the most miniscule of detail's, to create the overall outwardappearance of sheer perfection.
I closed my eyes and thought for a few moments, this was the most loved andwanted I had felt in years, the way his hands softly caressed my hair and thecurves of my neck, I wanted to please him and remain by his side, to do thatI had to become 'perfection'.
He explained to me the importance of pleasing a man in the bedroom and promisedto teach me how, above all though he stressed the importance of me keepingmy 'innocence' for my betrothed.
Slowly he led me upstairs back to my room, he lay me down on top of the plaindamask sheets and went over to the wardrobe, with a small key from his lefthand pocket he open the doors and I saw for the first time, what looked likethe most evil cavern I had ever laid my eyes on. He reached deep inside andproduced a long chain and some metal cuffs.
"I know this seems cruel my little one" he said stroking my hair as he slippedthe cuffs around my wrists "but believe me you'll thank me for it in the end".
As he roped me to the bed he continued to speak "I know your are scared andfrightened, you look so small in my arms, so innocent, if id have left youin that room you would have been raped, ravaged and murdered by now, you wouldn'twant that would you?" he asked "no sir, I wouldn't have liked that" I saidas I lay there trembling on the bed, his strong arms securing my arms to thehead board. "you don't want to be sent there, do you?" his deep brown eyeslooked into my face, I felt like he was looking straight through me," no sir". "Areyou willing then, to do what is required of you?" he said, his tone has deepenedand his eyes twinkled, I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do but I agreed.
"first things first then, we cant have you going about like that, my sonwill never accept you if you are circumcised" he said as he chained my feetup, the chains cut into the skin under my knees, this was now the most vulnerableexperience I had ever endured.
All I remember about that was the immense pain, like a searing shock wavepounding through my body, gushing over every single orifice like a forty foottidal wave against the shore, sweeping away every other thought in my head.
I spent the first week of my new life with him there in that very room, everydayhe came and tended to my every need, for someone who could be so intolerablycruel he was surprisingly attentive and kind.
My training began the day I was fully healed, the sun was barely peeringover the horizon the first morning he came to me, callously I was dragged frommy resting place and flung onto the rug, his dominating figure blocking thelight from resting upon my skin as he tore the clothing from my body. I lookedinto his eyes before I felt the sting from the first lash from the leatherwhip across my bare naked skin.
By the time he had completed his task my body was aching and covered in smallcuts, carefully he lifted me and lay me onto the sheets, stroking my hair backhe looked into my eyes and said "this is the first day of the rest of yourlife, I never want you to look into another mans eyes and you wont be permittedto look into mine unless I demand it from you" I lowered my head and beganto sob pitifully.
He walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a long black robe he threwit over to me," this is the only form of clothing you will be adorned in fromthis moment on" I lifted it up and noticed there was nowhere for my head togo, then I remembered the women on the bus, they were clad from head to footin the same item, I lowered my head and put the shroud on.
"The only time you're allowed to take it off is when your bathing and whenyou're Master tells you to" he said as he came and stroked my head throughthe shroud.
It took me a long while to get used to the new item of clothing, it was horrendouslyheavy, when I wanted to look to the side I had to turn my entire head as thehole was only just big enough to see through, it was like wearing a set ofblinkers and at first I hated it.
The morning beatings continued daily, each morning I was awoken the sameway, although I had to sleep in my shroud. He would make me hitch my shroudup over my shoulders exposing my raw naked back he made me lean over the bedfor my lashings. How I detested them, each one would cut into the skin, sometimesone would occasionally go over one from the day before, the way in which Ihowled then must have deafened him. I got used to them however and one morningI was up before he came to my room, I decided to cut out the beginning , Ihitched my skirt high up over my shoulders and lent over in position and waitedfor him. When he entered the room I saw the biggest smile spread across hisface, "you may cover" was all he said to me then beckoned me to follow himas usual to breakfast. That was the first breakfast id had in the morning roomof that house being able to sit down comfortably, I realised how I had pleasedhim and avoided the whipping and vowed to always to be up, bent over readyfor him from then on.
Slowly I was learning how to please my master, he showed me how to take hishuge cock down into my throat without chocking, at first I hated this too,I would gag and choke the second it hit the back of my throat, he would pinme down and ram it in, raping my throat, slapping me harshly if I pulled awayfrom him, but I soon learned to like it.
As time progressed I learned how to wait on him hand and foot, I took speciallessons from a local chef on how to prepare and cook his meals. In all honestyI enjoyed it, I was useful and I had a master who was loving and kind as longas I obeyed him and pleased him. The biggest reward for me was to see his satisfiedsmile whenever I had completed a task exactly how he had set me. I hated beingdisciplined though, I hated it when he ignored me or beat me, I know thoughif I did as I was told and followed the rules he wouldn't, he was only teachingme how to be a good wife, I loved him for it.
I remember the day I first met his son, he was so tall and handsome, I waspresented to him at his birthday. I stayed in my room until the master camethrough with him.
"Remove" master said, I did as I was told and stood there in all my glory,I watched as his son surveyed my entire body, touching me and gliding his fingersover my moist clammy skin, I felt so nervous, I wasn't bothered about my nakednessI had learnt from Master this was a good thing when requested, but I wantedto please him and his son, I was so afraid I wasn't going to be able to.
Here I have remained, in masters house until this day, today I am to be wedto his son, to the man I've only ever met once, I am terrified, I'm also sovery afraid to leave my master, his son lives a long distance away, I knowthat I will probably never see him again, if marrying his son is the last thingI can do to make him smile in gratitude for something I have completed perfectly,then I will do it.
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