From what I could tell Akmal still lived in many of his Middle Eastern ways even though he seemed to be Americanized. The man was an enigma to say the least. Figuring him and my roll with him out was not going to be an easy task.
“What does he do for a living?” I asked, not really expecting an answer.
Farah’s head jerked around so quickly that it startled me. “You are never to inquire about personal matters. Master is very private and what he does, or does not do, is none of our business. My advice to you would be that you enjoy your vacation here and mind your own business. One more thing, you are not to leave the property. You could put yourself in danger by doing so; it is of utmost importance that you do not disobey in this matter.”
Vacation!?! What a bitch. Sure, whatever.
Words like disobey: don’t seat well with me. Words like danger: only peak my curiosity. Words like prohibited: only entice me.
It was time to do some research on this guy. I had a nagging suspicion that Akmal was involved in something illegal. Just how much danger was I in? I had a right to know. If Akmal was privy to privacy then I was sure as hell privy to safety. Getting killed; sure as hell wasn’t part of the deal. Who was I kidding? This guy was my kidnapper not some business acquaintance that I had made a deal with and for all I knew he was a terrorist. If I found that to be true, I had every intention of seeing him fry!
As soon as Farah left I put my plan into action.
Chapter Eight
When the staff had referred to this place as a palace they were not kidding. Everything about this place intrigued me—it was like stepping back in time. I found myself wondering if there was a library here. I would use that as an alibi if I got caught snooping around.
I decided that it would be better to wait and explore the prohibited third floor. I could imagine sirens going off if I attempted to. I didn’t how in depth this guy’s security system was and I needed for these people to trust me if I was ever going to be successful in escaping.
It took about twenty minutes of me sneaking around to find the library. I hit pay dirt because I found a computer that had been left on. I could feel my adrenaline surge as I sat down to try and access my e-mail accounts. I couldn’t believe it when it allowed me to send one out. My excitement at the success of having outside communication didn’t last for long when it kept informing me that I had been unsuccessful. I didn’t know whether it was a security set up on the computer or if he actually had my e-mail accounts deleted. Surely he didn’t have the ability to hack into my personal accounts. The only person that had that info was my manager. The intrusive thought of my manager being involved with my abduction caused an ice cold fear to run through my veins. I knew that Danny was a money grubber who would use the press to his advantage, but surely he wouldn’t go this far—would he?
Tears of frustration fell down my cheeks, frustration due to not being able to access my accounts and frustration of knowing the truth that people saw me as nothing but a means to an end—a mere cash cow. It seemed that the more I found out about my abductors—the less that I knew.
The reality that this could be nothing but a kidnapping scam that my manager had cooked up made me sick to my stomach—how could he?
I could only hope that my active imagination was working overtime. My manager’s betrayal would mean my whole life being turned upside down. His job description covered so much that I couldn’t handle doing on my own.
I pushed the chair away from the desk and made my way to the book shelves, I would do what I always did when I needed to escape….I would read…
Chapter Nine
I eyed the blinking red light that I wore on my wrist band.
Well, well, that didn’t take long.
“Excuse me gentlemen, I need to make a call.” I excused myself from the meeting and made my way into the hallway.
I spoke to my personal assistant knowing that he would get the job done. “Hamal, don’t let that little bitch out of your sight. I want you stationed outside of her room and with her wherever she goes.”
“She just went for a walk. Farah informed her not to go off of the grounds.”
“Find…..The…….Bitch……..Now…..” Akmal growled.
All that Hamal could think was: This is not good.
Lady
I made my way down the long driveway and out the gate with no one even noticing. I guess that keeping an eye on me wasn’t that big of a deal—the fact that a delivery truck was there had the servants preoccupied.
I don’t know why but it went right through me when Farah talked to me as if I were her ten year old child. I wasn’t about to have his staff mandating rules to me. I have enough people telling me what to do in my career; I don’t need it in my personal life too. The fact the bitch thought that she was going to take it out on me because her husband kidnapped me wasn’t seating well with me.
To put it bluntly, Farah pissed me off. I have always had a problem with people telling me what to do. As ironic that it is that my career demands that other people tell me what to do, that doesn’t mean that I like it. I especially don’t like it when it is the people who kidnapped me and gave me no choice in the matter.
I was pissed! I wanted out of here and the anger of knowing that my manager possibly may have been the one behind this kidnapping had me pissed beyond words. If I found out that Danny had done this for a publicity stunt he was going to lose more than just his job.
Akmal
“You stupid cunt! I gave you one job to do and you fucked it up. You should have known when she started asking questions that she was up to something.”
Farah screamed out as Akmal’s hand appeared from nowhere and a slap landed across her cheek. Grant it, the slap hurt, but it wasn’t the fact that she had been slapped that caused her agony, it was the fact that she had displeased her brother that caused the tears to stream down her face.
She would have to do better. She couldn’t take the chance of bringing shame to the family. Yes………She would have to do much better.
Being Akmal’s sister didn’t change the fact that she was a woman and being a woman in the Middle East meant that she was subservient to men. Farah was not Americanized and she lived her life by the old world rules and standards. To bring shame on her family was not going to happen—she would have to do better…
Lady
“Missy,” I heard from behind me and I had no sooner turned to view the source of the voice, then things literally went black.
Akmal
The guard sat in the back of the cargo van eyeing Lady’s drugged body. He couldn’t see her face because they had bagged it so to speak by throwing a hood over her head.
He touched her creamy white arm—her skin was so different than his. He immediately felt his cock harden. He continued to touch it with curiosity and noted that it had a blue undertone to it.
Everything in him wanted to pull that black, shiny, short sleeved summer sweater up. He could feel his cock getting harder, she was so beautiful.
His partner spoke as if reading his mind, “You had better leave that bitch alone, thinking with the wrong head is going to get you in trouble or killed; as crazy as Akmal is.”
The guys pulled up just in time to keep the poor girl from being groped against her will, though when Akmal got his hands on her she would be much more than a victim of groping.
Akmal eyed the motionless body that lay before him and very calmly asked, “Was I not clear in my instructions? I specifically stated that she would be disciplined in the dungeon upon her arrival.”
“How am I supposed to satisfy my sadistic tendencies on an incoherent victim? And that is a rhetorical question, not in need of an answer; from an idiot such as you.”
The guard never saw the backhand blow coming. He did however feel the blood that trickled down his already swelling lip.
“Get her picked up and put on the bed!”
Akmal suddenly turned and viciously eyed his assistant, “Did either of you t
ouch her?”
Akmal looked back and forth between the two massive body guards, awaiting an answer.
“I realize that English is your second language, but if someone does not answer me immediately then I am going to indulge my sadistic tendencies with a whip.”
The bodyguard hung his head, he was certain that Akmal could hear his heart beating out of his chest; for fear.
“Only her arm Master, that is all, I swear to you Master.”
Chapter Ten
Lady
I awoke nude and viewing the most beautiful man that I have ever laid eyes on standing at my bedside. His dark skin hair and eyes immediately drew me in. It was Akmal and suddenly all of the anger and rage that I had experienced with him was gone. Now he was just this beautiful brown skinned angel that I wanted to ‘take’ me.
He stood beside the bed in nothing but jeans with the top button unbuttoned. I eyed his smooth chest and let my eyes roam down to the thin trail of hair running its way past the button of his jeans and down into the groin of a man whom I was convinced—was the most beautiful creature that I have ever seen.
I licked my lips and looked at him with eyes that I knew were glazed over with lust.
I felt so deliciously euphoric.
It wasn’t until he spoke, that the apprehension set in.
“You have that come and fuck me look.”
I was taken aback by his blunt demeanor and tried to rise.
Akmal calmly removed the cuffs from his back pocket and secured my wrists over my head to the wood framed bed. I noted that there was black rod iron hook that had been secured into the wood and I knew that it was there for occasions such as this. That simple hook held my arms back, up, and over my head—basically rendering me helpless and at Akmal’s disposal.
“What the fuck,” I shrieked.
I quickly went from mesmerized, to pissed off.
Akmal began tweaking a nipple. Little did I know—that it would cause the aphrodisiac in my system to kick in. Already he was playing my emotions from one extreme to another. In a matter of seconds he had taken me from anger at being subdued—to pure lust. I wanted him to fuck me—to violently and viciously fuck me.
I felt as if every nerve in my body was on high alert. I spread my legs raising my bottom half off of the bed and moaning as if in agony. There was no embarrassment, nor inhibition—only hunger. I wanted what only Akmal could give me.
Akmal
I ran my tongue over my teeth making a sucking noise with my mouth, it’s a habit I have. I usually do it when I come to the conclusion of a thing or when I’m irritated. This time it was due to coming to a conclusion.
“There it is. That’s it.”
I slowly ran my finger up and down her sweet little pink pussy and watched her eyes roll back in her head. Seeing her in distress and knowing that I was the one who put her there had my cock so hard that it hurt.
I leaned down sucking on a pink nipple. She was so different than the women in my part of the world. She was definitely my type. I loved American women, blonde haired, light eyed, American women. Her defiance and knowing that I would systematically break her down was a drug to me. It only made her that much more alluring.
I leaned down in her ear and whispered, “I bet you want to cum don’t you?”
I had every intention of tormenting her—playing with her like she was my little fuck toy.
“Oh hell yes,” she cried out.
“Oh girl that aphrodisiac is really working on your little system. I have all kinds of tricks up my sleeve for you. I have access to things that you have never before encountered. We deal with our women differently where I come from, but you will learn; oh will you ever learn.”
I straddled her leaving my jeans on but unzipping them.
I began running my cock up and down her slit, over and over, bringing her right to the point of climaxing and then stopping.
I stroked my cock as I spoke to her. Watching her moan and writhe was turning me on.
“I so enjoy taking a woman and bending her to my will, especially a defiant, disrespectful little entitled brat, such as yourself—you deliberately disobeyed me”
She started begging, pleading, apologizing, her whole body danced as she moaned. She was so compliant now.
“Oh please, I need your cock in me. I’m begging, I’m pleading, I’ll do anything! I need you to fuck me, Akmal.”
I tossed my head back groaning as the explosion of cum shot out of my loins and all over her abdomen.
Her cries of defeat as she screamed “Nooooooooo, fuck you!” when she realized that she would not be receiving release were absolutely delicious.
Akmal
Akmal stood arrogantly looking down on her as he applied a mentholated cream to her labia and clit, the cream and the aphrodisiac would insure her torment.
The Sadist in him learned a long time ago that leaving a woman seething in her juices with no way of release was a torment that went much further than a strap to the back.
There were many ways for a man to make his point and finding out new ways of putting someone in a state of distress was half of the fun of being sadistic. This would be a lesson that she would not easily forget.
He viciously grabbed a handful of hair, “Fuck me? Fuck me?” he repeated, “No fuck you!”
He yelled in his native tongue, “Cage this bitch and cuff her so she can’t pleasure herself. If either of you so much as touches her I will kill one of your family members.”
There would be no touching of her—she was now property—Akmal’s property!
Chapter Eleven
Akmal
Akmal made his way to the dungeon and eyed the American beauty. He tightened his cufflinks as he stared down at the juices that flowed freely from her neglected cunt. It was not her moistened inner thighs and sex that caused his cock to harden—it was her crying out to him.
“Akmal, please I beg of you, anything, oh please Akmal, I will do anything that you want—anything that you ask of me.”
Oh the vulnerability that this woman exuded right now was absolutely delicious.
The way she was begging with her eyes—her body—everything in her cried out in desperation and it cried out in desperation to him. The pure power of it all was fucking delicious. He lived for moments like these.
Her green eyes were glazed over with lust and just a bit of dampness bathed her beautiful white, creamy flesh—flesh which was such a contrast to his Middle Eastern brown skin.
Memories of the night before flashed across his mind as if it were a movie playing. The pleading in her eyes had now turned to anguish due to the herbs that he had subjected her to. Yes, being from the Middle East definitely had it perks.
Her head hung to the side and tears were beginning to form in her eyes. She now begged more desperately than she had the previous evening. This time black mascara ran down her face and the sight of her being unkempt and completely at his mercy was delightful.
Akmal knew that he was kinky when it came to sex. He enjoyed power, control, pain, and bondage. He couldn’t have scripted a scene this to his liking if he had planned it. That was what made his little captive different, she had all the makings of meeting his sexual deviance without even trying—she was perfect for him.
Once she noted that she had Akmal’s attention she shamelessly cried out to him for release—release not only from the cage but from the torment of the herbs in her system.
Akmal shifted his arm and brushed the arm of his tailored suit off, “I rather like the way that you look from up here. Looking down on you as you beg is very pleasing to me.”
She tried to rise up towards him desperately shaking her head—agreeing to what—she did not know.
Akmal’s cock was so hard that the imprint of it could be seen through the tailored pants that he wore.
“I am a reasonable man,” he waved his hand. “You may be released from your cage. I have made my point and disciplined you for your insolence, and you see—disci
pline need not always be corporal in order to prove a point.”
Akmal bent down and twirled a piece of Lady’s hair as he seductively whispered, “Assure me that you are staying without trying to escape again and I will pleasure you right now.”
Lady turned her face in Akmal’s direction and opened her mouth breathing heavy. Akmal took his finger and ran it around the inside walls of Lady’s mouth and just that act made her feel as if she were coming unglued.
He continued to taunt her as he spoke, “My slave. My little fuck toy. Here to please my deepest, darkest, sexual tendencies. Why you would think that it was ok to leave the grounds after I specifically mandated that you not do so is beyond me. I can assure you that I am not pleased with having to repeat myself.”
Lady intently listened to the gorgeous man who whispered her secret fantasies to her as if he were reading her like a book.
Every pore of her body oozed need—she needed what he was describing to her and before she realized it, she had screamed out the word “Yes, I agree!” At this point she would have agreed to anything that Akmal mandated, so agreeing to not try to escape again was more than feasible.
Akmal
Akmal unlocked the cage and loosed Lady by wrapping his hand in her hair and jerking her from the cage in one swift movement. He slung her onto the dungeon bed dropping his pants and commanding her to position herself on all fours.
He began taunting her by slathering the juices that ran down her leg into her skin and making his way back up to her slit but never making contact. He watched as her hands wrung at the sheets, clinching until her knuckles were white. He began running the head of his cock up and down her slit. Her cries of anguish fueled his sadistic tendencies. “I want to hurt you—oh fuck—I want to hurt you.”
He wrapped a hand in her hair and twisted using it as a type of rein. He jerked her head back and slowly slid into her groaning. She was so tight and she felt like a furnace due to the herbs that he had subjected her to. His thrusts became more aggressive as orgasms coursed through her. With each orgasm she clamped down on him more aggressively until it felt like she was milking his cock.
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