Chapter 2

Michele remained tied to the chair, covered in semen, defiled and confused. She isn't stupid; she knows that she has been kidnapped and is being held as a sex slave and knows that there is going to be worse to come. The door opens.

A voluptuous dark-skinned woman enters; her heels click-clacking on the tiles. She is tall, at least six feet, she wearing a black chiffon tight pencil skirt that emphasises her small waist and clings to her thighs, the hem rests about six inches above her knees. He legs are clad in dark shimmering hose, her feet in black patent-leather pumps. She is wearing a green satin blouse open to the third button and her large firm breasts are barely contained in the lace cups of her black satin brassier.

Her jet-black hair has been straitened and hangs to her shoulders, her eye makeup and ruby red lipstick lips accentuate her blue eyes. Her gold jewellery glitters in the lamplight. She is sneering; looking at Michele with curiosity and contempt.

"You liked it didn't you?" she grins.

"They all say they don't; but I can tell if they do?" she saunters over and stands directly in front of Michele.

Michele inhales her scent; her perfume is strong, exotic, almost cloying.

"Don't be so fucking stupid! I have never been so degraded in my life!" Michele spat back.

Sarina slaps Michele across the cheek and she reels at the unexpected force of the blow.

"If you didn't like it why can I do this?" Sarina grins and reaches out and caresses Michele's thigh.

Her hand slides along Michele's thigh and she watches horrified as Sarina's hand slides under her skirt, along her sleek stockinged thigh and grips Michele's semi-tumescent penis.

Michele didn't realise that she was partially aroused; she is so shocked at what the Arab man has done to her that she would never have believed that her body could respond so incongruously. Michele feels Sarina's fingers gently caress her penis through her satin panties and feels her cock stiffen.

Sarina grins.

"Leave me alone!" Michele begs.

"Leave me alone!" Sarina mimics her.

She grips Michele's penis through the diaphanous panty material and squeezes. Michele's cock hardens even more and pulses, a drop of pre-seminal fluid escapes her glans and soaks into the gusset of her panties and Sarina uses her thumb to gently massage the wet satin against Michele's fraenulum.

Michele gasps and Sarina laughs out loud.

"You might look like a woman but you are as weak as any man. You can't help but respond when I touch you there."

"It's just a response to stimulus; I can't help it," Michele blushes.

Hasn't she been humiliated enough for one day?

"Well let's see about that," Sarina grins.

She lifts Michele's semen stained skirt up her thighs exposing her creamy thighs framed by the smoky silken welts of her stockings; Michele's cock is hard, straining against the flimsy satin panties. She squeezes the pulsating penis and lowers her face and forces her lips against Michele's. Their lipstick lips crush against each other and Sarina forces her tongue into Michele's mouth as she slowly squeezes and strokes the transvestite's now tumescent organ.

"You fucking bitch!" Michele gasps into Sarina's sweet moist mouth and kisses her back.

Michele can't hold back against the exquisite stimuli as Sarina strokes and caresses her panty-clad cock. She ejaculates and floods her panties. Hot semen erupts from her quivering member and soaks through the silky satin material forming a huge blob of white sticky coagulate that Sarina massages into the throbbing member; milking Michele of her spend. She kisses the sexy transvestite harder and squeezes, milking the last drop of Michele's seed from her pulsating organ.

Michele groans and writhes, straining against the bonds holding her into the chair until she is sated and then falls back exhausted and spent.

Sarina disengages her fingers, sticky with Michele's emission.

"See, I knew you liked it!" she says, her voice hoarse with her own desire.

"Now let's untie you and get you cleaned up. You have a lot to learn," she says, wiping her sticky fingers on Michele's blouse.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Michele asks and is rewarded with a stinging slap across the face.

"I talk! You listen!" Sarina scolds her.

"I thought you might have figured that out by now."

"There are some very specific rules here that I am going to explain to you very shortly but the first and most important is SHUT THE FUCK UP unless someone asks you for a response."

Sarina strides over to a cupboard recessed into the wall and opens it. Michele stares horrified at the contents: ball-gags, restraints of all kinds, collars, leads and menacingly arranged in order of thickness, half a dozen canes and a riding crop.

"So far we have been gentle with you because you are new but that changes now. Any further transgressions and you will find yourself being disciplined with one of these," Sarina waves at the canes.

Sarina unties Michele who is immensely relieved to be free of her bonds. Sarina takes one of the collars from the cupboard and secures it around Michele's neck and fastens a leash to it.

"You will follow me. You will keep your eyes averted; look down at all times. Most of all keep silence!" Sarina leads Michele to the door and they start to walk down a dimly lit corridor.

Their heels click-clack on the tiles and although Michele keeps her eyes averted as instructed she can tell they are passing several recessed doors from behind two of which Michele can discern moans of pleasure from one and the sobs of despair from the other. The corridor is not that long and Michele estimates there are probably ten or twelve doors.

"Look up! This is your room; remember where it is," Sarina orders.

The door is dark wood; it looks heavy and thick. There is a modern security lock set in the mortice that Sarina unlocks with what appears to be very high-grade passkey. Sarina then scans a security card against a card reader set into the wall and the door clicks. Sarina opens it and leads Michele inside.

Sarina leads Michele through the room and all Michele can make out is a large bed, a large wardrobe and vanity table and chair. A few floor lamps shed dull light onto what are obviously expensive rugs thrown here and there over the grey slate tiles.

She is led to the bathroom and it looks like something out of a five-star hotel; all sparkling white and black marble with gold fittings. There is a bath big enough for two, a glass shower stall with two shower roses, a toilet, a bidet and a long marble bench with two sinks. Every toiletry one can imagine is provided. Michele can't help thinking that if she has to be held prisoner that this is far better accommodation than any captive would normally expect.

"Strip," Sarina orders and unclasps the leash from Michele's collar.

Michele shucks out of her skirt, blouse, lingerie and hose. She holds onto the counter to take off her heels.

"Put the jewellery here," Sarina holds out an ornate box in which Michele deposits the obviously expensive items.

"You can take off the wig while you bathe but the second rule you need to learn is that Michael Nyland is gone forever from this place. While you are here you are Michele and only Michele. You will dress like Michele, talk like Michele, walk like Michele and behave only like Michele!"

"You may only take off your wig and makeup to bathe. We might see what we can do with your own hair when it grows out, but for now there is a selection of wigs for you in the chifforobe."

"Do you understand? You will answer yes Mistress. From now on I am always to be addressed as Mistress and any man in your company is to be addressed as Master."

"Yes Mistress. But if you intend to style my hair when it grows long, how long am I to be kept here?" Michele asks dreading the answer.

"Impertinent bitch!" Sarina raises her hand and Michele flinches.

"But a fair enough question," she smiles wickedly.

"Until they are finished with you, until you bore them, until you are of no further use!" she laughs.

Sarina whips off Michele's wig and unbuckles the collar. Michele is naked except for her makeup and the ruby-red false fingernails.

"Go! Scrub yourself clean! Remove all that makeup too, I will help you prepare yourself once you have bathed," Sarina spins on her heels and strides out of the bathroom leaving Michele alone.

Michele breaks down in the shower; she sobs uncontrollably until she can cry no more. Then, as she scrubs the makeup from her face, she makes a pact with herself. Whatever happens to her, whatever they do to her, she will not break. She will not cry again. She will learn as much as she can about this place whilst obeying every 'rule' they impose on her. Then she will seek her revenge.

She finds a silk robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and slips into it. It feels very sensual on her bare skin. She has obviously been professionally shaved whilst she was unconscious because except for her eyebrows, which have been plucked and shaped, and her scalp, her body is hairless. She slides her feet into a pair of sandals and notices that her toenails have also been expertly painted. She assumes that it was Sarina who prepared her for Saheed whilst she was unconscious.

Michele finds Sarina sitting in an over-stuffed lounge chair smoking a cigarette and talking on an ornate telephone, an opened bottle of expensive French chablis is on the side table and two glasses have been poured. One of the glasses is half-drunk, Sarina's red lipstick evident on the rim. Sarina points offhandedly to the full glass and indicates to Michele that it is hers.

"Don't worry; there is no longer any need to spike your drinks darling," she smiles sarcastically then carries on with her conversation.

"Yes Jamhal, she will be ready. No Jamhal, Saheed did not penetrate her, she is still a virgin. You know I wouldn't let him do anything so foolish. The Cabal will get their 'jus primae noctis' as promised," Sarina continues talking as if Michele is not in the room.

Michele picks up the wine and sips it cautiously but it tastes fine. It tastes wonderful in fact. Michele has picked up enough from Sarina's conversation to guess what is going to happen to her. She is technically a virgin she supposes, in that no penis has ever penetrated her and she knows exactly what 'jus primae noctis' means and it does not bode well.

Sarina finishes her conversation and turns her attention to Michele.