Alice couldn’t deny it, she was scared. Scared as to what would happen. Oh she knew what he, the man Faisal who night after night asked to bed her was going to do she wasn’t that naive. He was going to have sex with her, but there were many forms of sex and many positions utilized and she was scared of all of them. She had heard stories, lurid accounts from the other girls, of abuse, deviant behaviour and worse, and she was petrified. Would it hurt? Would he be quick? Or would he linger savouring her attributes? But maybe, she tried desperately to convince herself, maybe she was doing him an injustice, perhaps he would be gentle? And pigs might fly. Faisal was a vicious, evil man who tormented the girls and enjoyed being cruel. The questions kept flowing into her head filling it like a sponge soaking up water, but she had no answers and no experience in which to judge. Maybe, just maybe she would like it, women did some even loved it. Even several of the ballet troop that had been willing had become paid bed mates and enjoyed what the men did to them. But she had closed her ears to the more graphic details, embarrassed by what the girls did and said, and what they let be done and said to them. She was obviously a frigid prude so surely that would make tonight that much worse? Oh God how was she going to bear it?
With a complete lack of respect for her privacy, Abdul entered the room without knocking. Alice turned with reluctance.
“Prepare yourself woman, ‘e ‘as paid ‘andsomely for the pleasure of your body, a virgin is always worth much.”
“But w—what will he—do to me?” She couldn’t help the frightened words from spilling out of her mouth.
Abdul grinned showing an array of rotting, tobacco stained teeth. “’E is going to fuck you my little virgin and fuck you hard.”
Alice grew pale at his words but nevertheless lifted her chin as pride fought with fear.
Laughing at her pathetic attempt at unconcern he threw a box of assorted lurid coloured, plastic articles onto the bedside table.
“W—what are those?” She asked worriedly.
“Toys, for the little games you will be playing.” Throwing back his head he laughed loudly and headed for the door.
Waiting for the catch to snap down she then moved slowly toward the box, curiosity getting the better of her. Reaching out a trembling hand she picked up a vibrator, a dildo, an oval object called a love egg and something that looked like golden balls. Sex toys like the ones the girls had shown her. Dropping them as if they were red hot potatoes she picked up the box and shoved it under the bed. There was no way she was going to let anyone use those things on her. No way in hell.
The door opening had her quickly retreating to the other side of the bed. God help her just the thought of Faisal’s hands on her body had her gagging in disgust. How was she going to bear it? Would she ever be the same again? Would anything ever be the same again?
Fear dried her mouth and sweat beaded her skin. Wiping the moist palms of her shaking hands down the sides of her pants she swallowed convulsively attempting to dislodge the lump that had formed in her throat.
Convinced she was seeing an illusion, Alice stared wide-eyed at the man that entered the room. However, it wasn’t Faisal’s pugnacious features that stared back at her but the clearly defined clean cut features of the stranger.
“W—what? How? I don’t understand, surely you can’t, don’t? What I mean is…”
“I know exactly what you mean Alice.” He growled his voice, softly deep, his accent clipped English. “However, you are quite right. I don’t want, or need anything from you but your co-operation. My name is Hawk, Quentin Hawk and your father sent me to find you.”
“My father? But I mean how did he know I was here?”
“He didn’t I did, end of story. Now cut the chat and do exactly as I say, that is…” He lifted a wicked eyebrow. “If you want to get out of here and return home to your family?”
“Yes, oh yes please.”
He pulled some clothing out from under his robe and threw them at her. “Put these on and get rid of the jewellery.”
Holding the garments close to her chest she continued to look at him.
He stared at her with impatience. “Well. What are you waiting for?”
“Emm, oh sorry.” Quickly drawing off the numerous bangles and dropping them willy-nilly on the bed she couldn’t help but throw him hesitant looks.
“Now what?” He growled impatiently.
“Could you, err, turn around please.”
“Why? Until two minutes ago you were willing to lie down on that bed, spread your legs and let that scumbag Faisal fuck you.”
Alice scowled at this crude words and the graphic image he was portraying. Heat running under her skin she lifted her chin and her eyes remained steadily locked with his.
“That was then, this is now and things have changed. And I’d like some privacy.”
“Very well,” he sighed turning from her in irritation. “But what you’re wearing now leaves very little to the imagination.”
Refusing to give him the satisfaction of arguing she quickly pulled the black trousers, and T-shirt over her flimsy outfit and then covered them with a kind of all-encompassing robe called a dishdashah.
“You can turn around now.”
Turning, he quickly checked her appearance. “Fine, but we need to do something about that hair it shines like a beacon.”
She touched her thick luxurious locks. “I could cover it with a scarf.”
“No, once we leave here they will be out looking for you, looking for a woman and a scarf is a dead giveaway. There is only one thing we can do.” He pointed to a chair. “Sit.”
Looking at him in surprise she obediently sat.
“What are you going to do?”
“Quiet.” He growled turning her head this way and that, and then standing behind her he bent her head forward.
Suddenly long tresses of golden hair fell into her lap. Crying out in distress she tried to rise to confront him, but a large calloused hand on her shoulder stopped her movement.
“This is the only sure way.” He growled, hacking at more strands with his knife.
“Get off me, you big oaf!” she ground between clenched teeth, fighting him with every fibre of her being.
“Tsk, tsk, Miss Dove, what a way for a lady to behave.”
“Lady, I’ll give you lady, I’ll knock your block off you pig if you don’t get off me now.”
Holding both her wrists above her head with one hand he ran his other over her breasts pausing to squeeze the pert nipple hardening beneath her Tee-shirt. Her breath caught in the back of her throat and she stopped struggling. Her insides felt as if they were melting and she was hot and flustered. This wasn’t like when Abdul and his men groped her, it was, it was amazing, fantastic and unbelievably erotic.
Hawk’s gaze captured and held hers and then everything seemed to happen in slow-motion. His head bent, her eyes closed and his mouth, oh his delicious delectable mouth caressed hers and her heart skipped a beat.
Her stomach fluttered uncontrollably, as if a kaleidoscope of butterflies had inhabited her insides and she frantically pulled at his clothing. She wanted him, needed him, and she had to have him.
“Hawk.” She pleaded. “Please make love to me.”
Pulling away he looked solemnly down into her face.
“Alice you know I can’t, you’re untouched, a virgin and it wouldn’t be right.”
“Oh screw right, Hawk. It’s my body and I have the right to say when and where and I’m saying it now. I want you, here and now. No ifs, no buts and no protestations of my innocence. I may not have known a man in that way, but I’ve lived a year in a brothel where anything goes, where decadence and depravity is the order of the day. My eyes have already been opened to what goes on, really goes on between a man and a woman and now…” She drew a deep breath. “Now I need you to make me a woman, in every sense of the word. You know we may not survive this, this—adventure, so please Hawk, don’t make me beg anymore.”
She gazed steadily at him as he hesitated.
“Please.” She pleaded in a small, almost indiscernible voice.
Gathering Alice up in his arms, Hawk hesitated no longer but bent his head to capture her lips in a kiss that ignited the senses.
Alice raised her arms to enable Hawk to remove her Tee-shirt. Underneath her clothes her only garments were the harem bra and pants, these she was soon divested of and she lay under him naked. Soon his clothes were gone and she revelled in the feel of his hair roughened skin against the softness of her own. Kissing her neck and shoulders, Hawk explored all those funny little places that had her squirming with desire. His calloused hands on the tenderness of her breasts caused an ache to pull at the centre of her feminine core and moisture pool between her thighs. Instinctively wrapping her legs around Hawk’s hips she urged him on thrusting her hips up against his and mewing in the back of her throat. His hands stroked down her sides from breast to hips pausing at the indent of her tiny waist, almost as if he was calming an untamed colt.
“Easy.” He murmured. “Take it slow and easy, it’ll be worth it.”
Taking one of her nipples into his hot moist mouth he nipped at the peak before suckling gently. Her head fell back, and with her mouth slightly open she drew breath into her suddenly constricted lungs. Her whole body felt as if it was on fire. Her senses heightened, every sound, every spine tingling touch and every tender kiss was made manifest and her blood boiled, pumping through veins like hot lava. Hawk moved down her body caressing and stroking and where his hands touched his lips followed. Open mouthed kisses that seemed to leap like flames over her skin. Completely incapable of coherent thought she lay helpless beneath him and when his fingers found the moist cleft of her pussy she cried out in an agony of pleasure.
Finding her clitoris, Hawk twirled and flicked her swollen nub watching tenderly as she squirmed and wriggled in ecstasy. Watching her tremble at his touch, smelling the pheromones that rose from her excited pores and feeling the silken brush of her skin against his torso gave him an extraordinary sense of power whilst also making him feel unusually humble. Replacing his fingers with his cock he nudged at her opening, feeling her stiffen he sought to reassure, but there was no need. Surprisingly she reached down and taking his dick in her hand opened her legs wider and helped ease him in. Capturing her hand he pulled it from his member and with one thrust penetrated her core. Alice’s breath caught and he felt the soft whisper of her breath on his neck as she slowly exhaled. The pain she had obviously felt at his possession was regrettable and he called himself all kinds of fool for not controlling his libido. But as she groaned in the back of her throat he almost lost control. She was so enticing and God help him he couldn’t help himself. Beginning to move Hawk slowly eased his penis in and out of her wet pussy feeling her tightness and the pull of her internal muscles. Now completely caught up in the mating dance he became focused and began to move faster.