Chapter Five
Alena sat in her room, hugging her knees weeping. She was to be sold as a slave. Taken from those whom she loved and loved her sent to a stranger who would cause her to suffer for their amusement. She'd been told about each of the nine who were bidding on her. One by one they dropped out until only three remained.
First was 91 year old Sheik Abdul bin Al Muhammed. He said he'd always wanted an American sex slave to use and abuse. If he hurt her, all the better.
Second was Francesca Fraser. She represented a film maker who made snuff videos. She'd bought several slaves, The gorgeous redhead mother of three sold directly before Alena had been bought by Francesca. Rumor was she would be raped all night, then taken to a guillotine in the morning.
Third was Tony Shaw. He owned an exclusive business. His clients paid to use and abuse his slaves. For a million, they could kill the slave outright.
None of these three seemed very favorable, of course. How could a human be so cruel to another human? Her comfortable American life was dashed, crushed and replaced with this life of pain and cruelty.
She hadn't realized that she'd cried herself to sleep, until she was awakened by the door to her small room, her cell, as she called it, being opened.
"Baby, you look like shit," the short Korean woman said. She was given another shower, but the water was tepid. Alena stepped out of this shower, miserable. She was seated on a hard bench and the Korean woman ran a comb through Alena's hair and pulling into a loose ponytail, after dabbing some perfume, she dressed Alena. Alena's wrists were tied behind her back and she was dressed again in a tight black leather corset, fishnet stalkings and studded black leather collar. A black ball gag was again forced between her teeth. Finally, she was given one inch black heels to walk in. Alena never liked heels and wondered how women could walk in them so far without breaking their necks. She only wore heels at a special event, like a wedding or graduation, and even then, not high heels. As she was walked through the palatial home she was in, Joo, for that was her name, explained.
"Congratulations my dear, you've been sold. You are now the property of Sheik Abdul bin Al Muhammed, a most generous donor of this establishment. The last girl that he bought from us disappointed him. He threatened to cut our funding in half if it happened again." Alena wondered what had happened to that girl. As if reading her mind, Joo said: "That girl, what was her name? Miriam, I think, was killed, beheaded. Of course she was a slave, property so no police investigation was done. Also, she was Jewish." Alena was terrified. She was quite naive but didn't want to be killed for being so. She realized that she was standing beside a door, she'd never seen before. As Joo opened the door, a hood was tossed over her head. She could feel, and hear, concrete under her heels. She could smell fresh air, flowers, grass, and diesel. She was led into, what Alena sensed to be, a truck trailer. She was sat on a bench. Her ankles were shackled to shackles in the floor and wrists shackled to cuffs that were attached to her leg irons. She imagined that it was a truck like she'd see in the movies of transporting prisoners. The doors behind her slammed with a clang as the engine started. With a lurch, the truck left and Alena was on the way to a life of suffering and hardship. She would never see her husband or son again. The truck traveled for over an hour. It pulled over and the engine idled. The back door opened and someone else got in and she heard Joo get out. The door was closed and the truck resumed driving Alena away from her family toward sexual servitude. Abruptly, hood was pulled from her head. She stared, shocked at who'd gotten in the truck.
"Hello Alena," she said. Alena was too stunned to say anything, but tears formed at the edges of her eyes as John's mother smiled across the truck from her. The woman sprang at her with and angry, predatory snarl and delivered a severe slap across her pretty face, followed by a backhand. She seemed to compose herself and sat down again, resuming her terrifying smile.
"What?" she asked mocking Alena's confusion. "You think my idiot son made all that money that you spend so freely? He came from money. He had a life of privilege paid by the Yakuza. He turned his back on us, his family, his heritage. Did you think you were grabbed at random? To anyone looking it would look as if a beautiful American woman was kidnapped and disappeared. Maybe they'll even suspect the Yakuza, but just like your Mafia, we have judges and local police on our payroll. To put your mind at ease, my moron son had no part in this," she said with a smile. Alena's head was spinning at what her mother-in-law was telling her. Everything from her and John separating at the airport, was scripted and planned out. As soon as she'd gotten in the taxi, her fate was sealed. As they turned onto the road to the small airstrip, the hood was again replaced, she was unshackled and her wrists were roped behind her her feet were unfettered and the hood remained. She was helped out of the back of the truck. Her fishnet stockings did nothing to help keep the cool night air off her legs. The corset, likewise did little to protect her chest and arms from the coolness. She felt a collar go around her neck and Joo and her own mother-in-law took hold of an upper arm, and walked her across the ground. Alena could hear the engine. It was a small private plane and she knew where she was going. The stairs were narrow but Joo went up first, virtually dragging Alena behind her.
"Well sweetie, this is where we part company. We already told John the news. He was so upset when we told him that you came by, said you were leaving him and for him not to try to contact you ever again. He felt a little better that you also gave up any parental rights to Noah giving him sole custody," her mother-in-law said. Alena cried as she was taken into the plane. She couldn't see the dog cage that sat on the floor. Joo had little trouble forcing her inside. She was on her knees, bent forward her head locked in place just outside the bars. It locked in place, to small for her to pull her pretty head inside the bars but wide enough for her to have some room to move her head and neck around in. The hood was taken off her head, and the gag was removed.
"You've probably noticed by now, how head it is to close your mouth, after the muscles required to keep that pretty mouth of yours open have locked. It will take time to be able to close your mouth," Joo said appearing before her, a pair of pliers in her hand. She poked the back of Alena's mouth. Reflexively, Alena's tongue stuck out as her gag reflex kicked in. Joo grabbed her tongue, with the pliers.
"You won't have a gag reflex for long," Joo said. She opened a small box laying on the seat behind her. Alena paled when she saw what it was; a small, cruel, barbed hook with a small weighted ball on three links of chain. She screamed as the hook pierced her tongue. Joo, with a cruel smile, let the small weight drop. The pain in Alena's tongue was unlike anything she'd ever felt. Somewhere, she registered, that giving birth ro Noah, hurt more.
"The sheik is an old man. He wants your tongue stretched so you can reach up his old wrinkled ass-hole. Now. it's a long trip, so I suggest you try and get some sleep.
Alena did manage to fall asleep she woke up several times, but managed to sleep for a long, restless, sleep. Her whole body ached from the cruel position they'd kept her in. She hadn't eaten in almost two days and her tongue was being stretched by the weight. Worse still, she was flying away from her family to begin a life of pain and humiliating, degradation. She cried herself to sleep several times. The plane flew all night, stopping to refuel twice. She awoke to Joo slapping her across her face, the weight swinging caused a new agony to erupt. She wondered where they were. She new the Middle East but where?
"Welcome to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, bitch," Joo said. She unlocked the cage and pulled Alena out. Joo took her to a small lavatory in the back of the plane.
"Here put this on over your corset. They're very religious here Joo said, handing her something. She knew what it was. Minutes later, Alena stepped out of the lavatory, with Joo behind her. The only thing that could be seen of Alena were her eyes through a small slit in her head piece. Despite Joo's explanation of Saudi Arabia's deep religious beliefs, Joo was wearing a knee length plaid skirt and a white long sleeve white shirt. The 23 year old looked like a Catholic school girl. Her prisoner, ten years her senior, was dressed as an extremely conservative Muslim woman. A young woman stepped out of the highly chaotic scene.
"You must be Joo," the young Arabic woman said.
"And this is Alena, sex slave to the sheik," Joo said. The woman was wearing the same thing as Alena, except no face covering. She was handed over and without another word, Joo turned and left and the woman took Alena to the waiting limo. A big, burly, black man sat in the back of the limo. He said nothing but smiled a cruel smile at her. The drive wasn't too long. Alena was stunned sat the size of the home. A palace was a better word for it. The limo pulled in front of the house and the big, black man hurried Alena inside. They went up in an elevator and through numerous door and down various corridors and finally came to a large, opulent bedroom. It was larger than her house. the King sized bed that dominated the room, was where Alena was led. The black man smiled. He left the room five minutes later, Alena was on the bed. her wrists and ankles were tied to cords that were attached to the four corners of the bed. She was mostly naked. Her ball gag was back in, she wore a small, faux pearl necklace a pair of red high heels. She could only wait. She didn't have to wait long. The door opened and Alena got her first look at her Master. He was stooped over and walked with a shuffle. His English was broken but he said little. He climbed onto the bed and made his was between Alena's splayed legs and, while maintaining eye contact with her, rammed his cock into her slit. Alena was surprised it didn't hurt, Age and time had shrunk him, though he was still virulent. He grabbed her breasts, mauling and biting them as he rode her. Finally, he shot his load into her. He got off the bed and and grabbed a towel. He disappeared for several minutes. He came back, composed.
"We're going to make changes to you," he said, then, left the room.
One year later...
Alena stood overlooking the courtyard. The last year had been an adjustment. Kidnapped raped by a brutal Yakuza gang, sold to an old sheik, older than her grandfather. Fortunately, her grandfather was suffering from dementia and didn't know the difference between his granddaughter missing or not. At least the old sheik was old, he wasn't as large as he otherwise could be and she was his exclusively. Alena had undergone some surgeries. Her nipples were pierced and ringed, she'd been branded like a cow, and, as Joo had predicted, her gag reflex was suppressed. The pain of those three had subsided. The pain that she would live with, the rest of her life was her circumcision. Not only would the pain constantly remind her o her new place in life, but she would also struggle her whole life to orgasm, but never be able to. She turned away from the widow and headed toward the bowl on the table near the middle of the room. She searched through the bowl of wet, ice packed fruit that was delivered daily to her room. She picked up a large peach. She knew peaches weren't native to this part of the world, but she loved peaches. After more searching, she found another one. She ate one quickly, and looked at the other one, trying to decide whether or not to eat it as well.
"Might as well," she muttered to herself patting her stomach, "after all, I'm eating for three."
