The Sheik and the Slave

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She walked along the river the next afternoon. It had been a warm afternoon and she had been restless. The river was quietly trickling by and she enjoyed the peaceful solitude.

She settled by the bank and slipped into a peaceful sleep.

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He was watching her. His cock had been rock-hard thinking about her the night before, and when he spotted her, he knew he would take her.

He came upon her quietly and filled his handkerchief with the noxious fumes he had procured from the apothecary. The fumes would render the victim unconscious, which was exactly what he wanted.

He placed the cotton over her mouth and she slipped into oblivion. Then, he wrapped her body in a blanket and placed her in the cart. He took up the reins of the lone horse and trotted away from the great house. It would be a couple of hours before the woman was missed. It would be enough time.

When the moon was high overhead, he stopped at a small abandoned shack in a heavily wooded area. He carried her inside and made a small fire of chopped wood that had been dusty and standing outside the main door. The bed was covered with dust and cobwebs. He placed her on it.

She moaned in her sleep and he watched her lips. He had been dreaming of those luscious lips taking his cock inside her sweet mouth. He remained clothed while he began to take off her shoes and stockings. He watched her moan again as he lifted up her skirts. She had long, creamy white legs and he ran his hands up her limbs.

She moved her head to one side and sighed in her sleep. He thought of taking her while she slept, but decided to wait. He wanted her to be awake.

Katharine was dreaming of Mohammed, and she opened her eyes expecting him to be before her.

She felt drowsy. He didn't look like Mohammed, she realized in alarm. He had brown hair and brown eyes, with a scruffy beard and a scar along his right cheek that looked white and raw. She blinked once, and then again.

"Oh my God!" she cried, and moved away from him in a second.

"Bitch," he swore at her and grabbed her by the shoulders. "I've been thinking about your little cunt for days. You won't deny me."

"Please, no. I'm…" she wanted to tell him about the baby, but her head swam.

He wrapped a piece of rope around her wrist and bound her two wrists together. He lifted her wrists high above her head, even as his other hand went under her skirts.

"Please, no," she sobbed. "I'm begging you, please. Don't do this. My father will pay to see me safely back."

He smiled.

"You aren't going back, woman,” he told her. “I've been well paid to send you far away. Far, far away," he sneered at her. "But before I send you to the white slavers, I intend to taste the goods."

He pulled her legs apart and settled himself between them. She struggled against the rope and tried to move away from his body.

He slapped her across her face and snorted from the exertion.

"Two ways to do this, girl. The easy way, we both have fun. The hard way, I still enjoy it but you might get hurt."

He grabbed her hair and pulled her face to him. "You don't behave and be a good girl, I might even stretch your little cunt a bit."

Katharine knew she had to fight. She moved close to him and bit down hard on his ear, tearing a piece of his flesh.

"Jesus Christ, you whore!" he cried out, and she fell panting to the side of the bed.

He watched her trying to get off the bed and then kicked her so that she fell onto the floor.

"Whore!" he yelled.

When sh

e tried to get up, he kicked her hard again and watched as she fell against a wooden chair. When she tried to get up, she felt something gushing between her legs. The floor was slippery and red. A red floor? What does that mean? she wondered. Then, she realized what was happening.

"My baby," she cried before she fainted.