She was lost as she waited by the taxi lane at Dubai airport. She had lost her friend, who knew the name of their hotel, seized by customs. Nonetheless at twenty-one she was excited at her first experience away from home and the country she knew so well.
She answered the man when he asked her the time then she felt a prick down her left side. She turned to look and it all went blurry. She woke up and realised that she was in a cage with nothing but her pants on. There was a dim light coming from somewhere. She felt self-conscience as she covered up her breasts then they heard a man's voice come over a loud speaker.
"Ah, the new girl is awake." She flinched. "Must be American, she understood that."
"Where am I?"
The voice sounded smug now. "You, my dear, have been bought and paid for by our generous benefactor. All even we know is that he is one of the richest sheiks out here." Then she remembered, she had got off the plane in Dubai and and.....that was all she knew.
"What do you want from me?"
"You have been bought to entertain him"
Suddenly she felt herself being picked up. She tried to fight but the man was too strong and smelt of an Egyptian musk that nearly choked her, mixed with sweat. He walked her out of the cage to another area that was too dimly lit to see where.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"You must be changed to his specification. We shall start with your hair then you will wear the clothes put before you."
She could only wimper.
She was lowered into a chair and her hands were latched onto the chair by leather straps. She realised that it was a hairdresser's chair as it was pumped up and manouevred backwards so that her hair tickled the floor. She felt her hair being brushed backwards root to tip with a paddle brush then she heard some scissors snapping open and closed.
Then she felt as the scissors were put to work on her hair. She knew that she must be getting a fairly short hair cut for her to hear the scissors at work. She felt as the weight of her hair started to disappear. She had never had short hair. She just hoped that they (whoever they were) would make it look half-way decent if not feminine. She felt a shiver go through her back as she found herself enjoying the experience of losing the hair that tied her to home somehow. Then she felt the barber return and rub something into her head. It stang. It had to be bleach. She felt him start to massage it in. She dozed off. She felt prickles on her neck then a toxic smell. "All done." The man returned. She saw his smirk through the darkness. It turned her stomach. She didn't know how much time had passed.
He dumped her back in her cage. Silence all around. Her eyes were becoming accustomed to the light. She was definitely alone. She realised that earlier she hadn't been.
After a couple of hours she finally felt brave enough to check out her hair. She raised a hand to her head and felt her hair for the first time, what style it was in, how short it was, how it would look on her face. It was a total crop, a number two done with only scissors. She admitted that it would look gorgeous on her features. She was less sure about the bleach. She heard a thud in the near-distance. It must be a door. It was him, Egyptian-musk-and-sweat man.
"Hello kitty" he leered at her.
"Very sexy, but one more thing to prepare you for him and his desires." It was then that she saw it, a shadow next to him. She caught sight of what was in his hands, heavy-duty rope. She was scared now.
"Just relax. She was in your position. Now it is her turn to teach you. Teach you what her life is like in the palace. If you give it a chance you may even enjoy it. She does now. Ask her."
He tied her arms together raised, attached to the bed. He then placed a rope and tied it tightly over her shins so that she could barely squirm.
"Go, teach her." The cage door was closed as the smell of that man disappeared. She was alone with this other woman. She heard a soft voice in good English but in a foreign tongue.
"Don't be afraid dear. I shall teach you well."
She felt her anxiety raise. Then she felt a soft hand stroke her cheek and her breathing stabilised, maybe this won't be so bad. She felt herself being kissed tenderly on the mouth. She returned the kiss despite herself. She felt a cold shiver go down her back then heard a yelp. She suddenly realised that it had come from her lips as tears had started to fall from her eyes.
"There there dear. Let me shower you in love. I'll look after you." She felt this woman on top of her. Her arms around her torso and on top of her exposed breasts as this woman continued to stroke her cheek. She found herself craving love, from anyone even this woman.
She felt this woman kiss her again on the lips, this time harder and, despite herself she returned the kiss. As the kiss went on it became hungrier. She forgot that this was a woman and that she had never been a lesbian. She needed comfort after her ordeal, after all she had never before left the States and here she was, drugged, bought, bound and gagged.
Just when she thought that she was getting into her stride she felt her pants being removed then a warm hand placed on the top of her pubic hair. She felt herself stiffen and her nipples become hard.
"Don't be frightened. This is why I am here. I won't hurt you, just follow my lead. I will show you love."
The warm hand moved from her pubic hair to between her legs and she felt this woman's finger start to explore then she found it. Before she had a chance to react the woman kissed her, this time in a passionate French kiss. She was no longer resisting as she felt this woman's finger enter her deeper, she couldn't help but react wow, it was amazing, as she formed a rhythm she was getting more and more turned on. So this was what it was like to have a sexual experience. She had never had one before. She felt herself lose control. She wanted what this woman had to offer. The woman placed her second hand on her breast. All pretence of fighting these feelings was over. She had never felt desire like this. She wanted it. Her body had stiffened. She was completely under this woman's control. One word passed her lips
"More. More" in a partial whisper. She searched for the woman and kissed her as hungrily as the woman had kissed her then she felt the woman move the hand she had placed on her breast between the woman's legs. She tried to rise with the desire but the ropes started to chafe. They started to come together. The woman kissed her neck and forced her hand deeper into her vagina. She moved her hand onto the other breast.
"Wow, carry on. I want you more." She could see the woman smile through the darkness.
"You are ready." She untied her passed her some tissues and was gone. She was surprised to find vast amounts of moisture between her legs and a damp patch on the bed.
So she lay there after the woman had gone. She cleaned herself up. It appeared that she had been left to sleep. But she couldn't. Her, who had never had sex with a man had now, she imagined had sex with a woman. At the very least she had had her first sexual experience and it had been amazing. She had felt things that she never thought that she could feel and a woman had done this to her. Her hair cut was one thing but this was entirely another.
What would happen to her now? Was she now a sex slave? Her mind raced.
TO BE CONTINUED......
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