could survive them raping her. She wouldn’t like it at all, but she could survive it. But after that, what might they do to her? Terrifying possibilities crept into her mind, paralyzing both it and her body.
“Finish,” the bulky man said in his strange voice, snapping Felicia out of her paralysis. She looked up at him, then quickly looked away and went on with washing herself. Finally, she laid the soap aside and stood up in the bath, trembling, holding her arms out to indicate that she was done.
***
“Are you pleased with the girl, lord?” Lafite asked as they sat down to drink coffee.
“Is she everything that I promised?”
“You know that I am, and you know that she is,” Ismail replied. “I will reward you handsomely for bringing her to me.”
“I regret that I could not bring you a virgin,” Lafite said.
“Virgins are quite overrated,” Ismail replied. “This girl will have enough to do learning her place and duties here. It would be tiresome to have to teach her absolutely everything.”
“I did not think of that, lord,” Lafite said as he took a sip of the coffee. It was black, and very strong. He seemed to have a little difficulty with it at first. He always did. Perhaps he would have liked some sugar or cream to put in it, but Ismail never had any available at the table, as he did not use either of them himself. Had Lafite ever asked for some, he would have graciously provided it, but until then it amused Ismail to watch the man struggle with the drink.
“A virgin is like a bird raised in captivity,” the sheik went on. “It has never known anything but bars and cages, so it knows no better than to accept them. It is better to capture a wild one, and take pleasure in taming it, breaking it to your will. That is more of a challenge, but it is also more rewarding. What is the bitch’s name again?”
“Felicia,” Lafite answered. “Would you care to know her last name, lord?”
“No,” Ismail shook his head. “She will not be using it anymore, and I am not curious to know it. As far as I am concerned, her old life is ended. She must begin a new one here, under my control. I had thought to give her a new name for her new life, but I like the sound of her old one. My thanks for your efforts in bringing her to me, Lafite. When you are ready to leave, you will receive your payment, plus a small gift from me, in appreciation.”
“You are too generous, lord,” Lafite bowed his head. “Should you ever desire my services again you have but to call on me.”
“Yes, I am quite aware of that,” Ismail smiled. “It seems that whenever I call upon you we both get what we most desire. I am looking forward to teaching this Felicia.”
A servant came into the room, bowing and scraping.
“What is it?” Ismail asked.
“Your pardon, lord, but Selim has sent word that the woman is prepared and awaiting your pleasure.”
“So it begins,” Ismail smiled. “I am afraid I must leave you now, Lafite.”
“I understand, lord,” Lafite smiled back. “Do not let me detain you. I must leave soon in any case.”
Ismail turned back to the servant. “Tell Selim that I am coming,” he said. “He knows what to do.”
***
Felicia walked along behind the bulky man. She had no choice. There was an iron collar, cold and heavy, locked around her neck. There was a length of chain, made of heavy black links, attached to the collar and the man held the free end of it as he led her along. There was a hard rubber bit in her mouth, held tightly in place by a strap. Her wrists were fettered behind her back in iron manacles, and she was still naked. The man had not given her quite enough time to finish combing and drying her hair. She knew that she was being led to her rape, but she no longer had any hope at all of avoiding it. She would just have to endure it and hope that it did not hurt too much. She didn’t want to think beyond that. She couldn’t bring herself to think beyond that. She did