Taken.

I remember seeing his still lifeless face as he lay there in the coffin, I peered inside and tried to catch a glimpse of the man I once knew, my mother was crying uncontrollably and when I went to comfort her she pushed me away.

I remember waving to her as the train pulled away and watching as she slowly disappeared into oblivion. I can still see the blue sash around her waist rippling slightly in the updraft of the train.

I think back at my first glimpse of the ship and the noise of the crowd as they pushed and shoved their way along the gangplank, children crying and mothers comforting them as the storm crashed along of us, nothing but water surrounding us and no sight of land. I lay in my tiny bunk wondering why I had been sent away, I had never seen my aunt or even heard of my mother speaking of her till the funeral, I can still feel the tears dripping off my cheek as the ship sways too and fro the thunder roaring all around.

I remember my first glimpse of the pyramids in that overcrowded coach and the stench of the live stock as we all travelled together. My dress which was white with a golden trim had once hung proudly from my figure but the harshness of the trip and turned it a musty grey and I was lathered in sweat. I can still see the women as they sit their in their black shrouds, as though they were going to a funeral, I felt so out of place, so infinitely lost.

If I close my eyes the images of those men, the men who were to change my life forever was burned into my head as if by red hot needles, the anguish I felt every time I saw their faces cut so deep into my heart, my breath would shorten and my chest tighten as the pain raced through my veins.

I watched as the pyramids passed into the distance and the burning heat of the desert surrounded us as though by a blanket. I watched as the horses approached the coach and thought nothing of it till they produced swords and forced the driver to quit his occupation. They dragged him from his seat and boarded. I sat so quiet and so still afraid to move in case I stood out, what a silly thought, of course I was going to stand out, a lone white female attired differently from every other body on the bus, but back then I was young and naive, every little hope was still hope.

I remember the trepidation I felt as one of them approached me, yelling at me in a language I didn't understand and getting frustrated and agitated as I sat there confused staring blankly at him. He dragged me to my feet slapping my face hard and roughly pushed off the bus onto the floor on my knees. The dust was kicked up around me as the bus driver sped off and left me there at the hands of the kidnappers, he neither tried to stop my abduction nor slowed to look back, within seconds he was out of sight and I was alone and helpless.

The tallest man of the group came and tied my hands around my back, with rope he tied my lead to his horse and my two day journey across the sweltering desert began. I was mercilessly hauled behind them for the entire trip, if I fell to my knees I was whipped till I arose again, water was scarce and rarely supplied to me and by the time I reached my destination my dress was tattered and torn and covered in my sweet and blood, my knees where torn to shreds and the blisters on my feet had melted my feet to my shoes.

It was nightfall when we got there, I remember vividly the stars, so many stars, like the blanket of night was so moth eaten it would take merely the finger of a child to rip it into daytime.

There was no sign of the building from the ground above, I entered it by steps leading down, and the corridor was dimly lit by candles, slipping a few times onto the bare rock I ragged my knees further as I fumbled to find my way around.

My holding cell that night was sufficient to sleep in, nothing but sand as my bed, but the rest was so needed I didn't care, we had stopped that was all that mattered to me that night.

In the morning I was woken by the men who had captured me, they led me to a room with a large hole carved in the rock in the centre and filled with water, here they stripped me and bathed me slowly, rolling the cool water over my cuts and washing every trace of the desert from my being ready for the 'presentation'.

Clad in just a simple white shroud, I was taken to a large hall where there was a substantial gathering of men, money was trading hands and the smoke that filled the air was suffocating. I stood in the centre of the room and for a few seconds all went quiet.

I felt the blood rush to my head as for the first time I was stripped totally naked in front a man and not just a man a whole room full, no other had ever seen my flower or the delicate curves of my haunches, but here I was, vulnerable and alone and I was soon to find out, for sale.

I stood there in all my glory, and the men sat and stared, I shudder and still do as I see their faces surveying my body, but more so do I shudder as I recall how they lay me on the floor in the middle of that stage and parted my legs, I watched as the man closest to me lent down and parted my outer labia, I tried to pull away from him, but the others held me fast as he slid his fingers inside me, immediately I tensed up but it didn't stop him from completing his task.

Once finished he stood and announced in perfect English that I was untouched and my hymen was still tact. The shock I felt when I heard him speak my native tongue was unbelievable, but more so was the shock when the money started to pass hands, and I was pulled to my feet for full inspection.

I wriggled and writhed as their hands moved sensually over my naked body, the ambiguous feelings that filled my head were, for a few moments unbearable, till I saw the gentleman who had bought me, he was such an outward gentleman but his accent was heavy and his skin colour was a deep brown, he had large brown eyes and a full head off hair amazingly he was one of the oldest of the group.

He didn't say much in the coach ride that night, but what he did say was in perfect English and straight to the point, he made little effort to comfort me but at the same time his presence made me feel safe.

He explained to me I was to be a present, a gift from father to son.

Once at the house, I was dressed accordingly and made to wait in my room till my presence was required. I remember that room, the lavish tapestries and the mounted art, most of all I remember the large wardrobe, and the secrets hidden deep within.

He called me late on that first night, I was to strip and kneel on the floor at his feet while he brushed my hair and spoke to me with a loving kindness, such a rarity for me since my father died, I let my head fall back onto his lap and listened to his low tone.

He said I was to become the perfect wife for his son, and to do that I must learn how to become 'perfect'. He said I must understand their ways, how they eat, what were his favourite things, and most of all how to obey every order he gave me down to the most miniscule of detail's, to create the overall outward appearance of sheer perfection.

I closed my eyes and thought for a few moments, this was the most loved and wanted I had felt in years, the way his hands softly caressed my hair and the curves of my neck, I wanted to please him and remain by his side, to do that I had to become 'perfection'.

He explained to me the importance of pleasing a man in the bedroom and promised to teach me how, above all though he stressed the importance of me keeping my 'innocence' for my betrothed.

Slowly he led me upstairs back to my room, he lay me down on top of the plain damask sheets and went over to the wardrobe, with a small key from his left hand pocket he open the doors and I saw for the first time, what looked like the most evil cavern I had ever laid my eyes on. He reached deep inside and produced a long chain and some metal cuffs.

"I know this seems cruel my little one" he said stroking my hair as he slipped the cuffs around my wrists "but believe me you'll thank me for it in the end".

As he roped me to the bed he continued to speak "I know your are scared and frightened, you look so small in my arms, so innocent, if id have left you in that room you would have been raped, ravaged and murdered by now, you wouldn't want that would you?" he asked "no sir, I wouldn't have liked that" I said as I lay there trembling on the bed, his strong arms securing my arms to the head board. "you don't want to be sent there, do you?" his deep brown eyes looked into my face, I felt like he was looking straight through me," no sir". "Are you willing then, to do what is required of you?" he said, his tone has deepened and his eyes twinkled, I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do but I agreed.

"first things first then, we cant have you going about like that, my son will never accept you if you are circumcised" he said as he chained my feet up, the chains cut into the skin under my knees, this was now the most vulnerable experience I had ever endured.

All I remember about that was the immense pain, like a searing shock wave pounding through my body, gushing over every single orifice like a forty foot tidal wave against the shore, sweeping away every other thought in my head.

I spent the first week of my new life with him there in that very room, everyday he came and tended to my every need, for someone who could be so intolerably cruel he was surprisingly attentive and kind.

My training began the day I was fully healed, the sun was barely peering over the horizon the first morning he came to me, callously I was dragged from my resting place and flung onto the rug, his dominating figure blocking the light from resting upon my skin as he tore the clothing from my body. I looked into his eyes before I felt the sting from the first lash from the leather whip across my bare naked skin.

By the time he had completed his task my body was aching and covered in small cuts, carefully he lifted me and lay me onto the sheets, stroking my hair back he looked into my eyes and said "this is the first day of the rest of your life, I never want you to look into another mans eyes and you wont be permitted to look into mine unless I demand it from you" I lowered my head and began to sob pitifully.

He walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a long black robe he threw it over to me," this is the only form of clothing you will be adorned in from this moment on" I lifted it up and noticed there was nowhere for my head to go, then I remembered the women on the bus, they were clad from head to foot in the same item, I lowered my head and put the shroud on.

"The only time you're allowed to take it off is when your bathing and when you're Master tells you to" he said as he came and stroked my head through the shroud.

It took me a long while to get used to the new item of clothing, it was horrendously heavy, when I wanted to look to the side I had to turn my entire head as the hole was only just big enough to see through, it was like wearing a set of blinkers and at first I hated it.

The morning beatings continued daily, each morning I was awoken the same way, although I had to sleep in my shroud. He would make me hitch my shroud up over my shoulders exposing my raw naked back he made me lean over the bed for my lashings. How I detested them, each one would cut into the skin, sometimes one would occasionally go over one from the day before, the way in which I howled then must have deafened him. I got used to them however and one morning I was up before he came to my room, I decided to cut out the beginning , I hitched my skirt high up over my shoulders and lent over in position and waited for him. When he entered the room I saw the biggest smile spread across his face, "you may cover" was all he said to me then beckoned me to follow him as usual to breakfast. That was the first breakfast id had in the morning room of that house being able to sit down comfortably, I realised how I had pleased him and avoided the whipping and vowed to always to be up, bent over ready for him from then on.

Slowly I was learning how to please my master, he showed me how to take his huge cock down into my throat without chocking, at first I hated this too, I would gag and choke the second it hit the back of my throat, he would pin me down and ram it in, raping my throat, slapping me harshly if I pulled away from him, but I soon learned to like it.

As time progressed I learned how to wait on him hand and foot, I took special lessons from a local chef on how to prepare and cook his meals. In all honesty I enjoyed it, I was useful and I had a master who was loving and kind as long as I obeyed him and pleased him. The biggest reward for me was to see his satisfied smile whenever I had completed a task exactly how he had set me. I hated being disciplined though, I hated it when he ignored me or beat me, I know though if I did as I was told and followed the rules he wouldn't, he was only teaching me how to be a good wife, I loved him for it.

I remember the day I first met his son, he was so tall and handsome, I was presented to him at his birthday. I stayed in my room until the master came through with him.

"Remove" master said, I did as I was told and stood there in all my glory, I watched as his son surveyed my entire body, touching me and gliding his fingers over my moist clammy skin, I felt so nervous, I wasn't bothered about my nakedness I had learnt from Master this was a good thing when requested, but I wanted to please him and his son, I was so afraid I wasn't going to be able to.

Here I have remained, in masters house until this day, today I am to be wed to his son, to the man I've only ever met once, I am terrified, I'm also so very afraid to leave my master, his son lives a long distance away, I know that I will probably never see him again, if marrying his son is the last thing I can do to make him smile in gratitude for something I have completed perfectly, then I will do it.

Littlered

TAKEN -2

M y heart raced deep inside my chest, I could feel the blood being forced around every inch of my soul, as I heard his chariot pull up outside.

Master's voice was prominent and echoed around the halls as he greeted my soon to be husband.

The wedding was to take place in the elegant grounds of masters hall, all I had to do was stay in my room and wait till the music was played. I had been instructed on how to behave down to how I should take my first step from this room. Master had engaged a woman to dress me, it had been months since I had worn anything but my shroud, and I felt peculiar as I stood and looked at the strange image smiling back at me from the mirror.

This golden dress was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen, it clung flatteringly to my delicate figure, my breast's stood prominent from the Basque beneath and my feet were clad in golden slippers. How elegant I looked, but I knew that from that day on, that would be the last dress or clothing of any kind other than my shroud that would decorate my flesh.

How long I stood there in the mirror, I embraced every moment of my last moments in my masters house.

My heart fluttered as I took my first step from my room when I was called, the music started. The room was full of figures of people I had never seen before, how the women looked elegant in their white dresses and the men so handsome in their dark suits, none however where as handsome as Master.

I could see my husband to be, seated at the far end in front of the man who would perform the ceremony. I did everything as instructed; I kissed the hands of the women as I passed, then the feet of the men in the front few rows of seats, and then took my place by his side.

The service was long and drawn out although I couldn't understand a word.

I sat in that seat the whole of the day, not daring to move, I knew my place.

When all the guests had left Master approached me "on your knees" I did as he requested and looked up at his chest," you performed well today, I am proud of you, now you have but one task to complete for me"

"I am willing to accomplish any task you set me sir, to the best of my abilities" I said as I lowered my head.

His hand rested lightly on my crown, "then follow me" he demanded.

I did as he requested and my husband, Master and I went to a room in the house I had never seen before.

The stairs were steep on the decent and a few times I was worried I would trip, the candle master held barely lit the path in front of him, and it didn't reach my feet.

"Remove the clothes" my husband demanded, this was one of the first ever orders he gave me and I followed it instinctively.

It was cold down there, seems we were in a cellar of some sort. When the lamps around the room where lit, my eyes widened as I saw a range of, what can only be described as equipment. I didn't know the use for most of them; however the chains attached to the frame in the centre I had a good idea about.

There I stood in all my glory, my nipples as hard as bullets, and my groin dampening with every second that passed. Unable to stare into his eyes, I looked at his body as he removed his top; leaving only his trousers and waist band, I turned and looked at Master he had done the same.

"This will be your last ever lesson with me" Master said, as he approached and helped me to my feet.

My heart began to race as he placed the shackles around my wrists and chained me to the ceiling, my arms spread, I was vulnerable and defenceless.

My husband walked over to the wall and took down a whip, which was hanging there, I knew what was coming and so closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and bore the brunt of the flogging, this was unlike any flogging id ever had before. He alternated his strokes from light and caressing to severe and sinister. My legs twisted up together and I tried with all my might to stay on my feet, the flogging didn't stop however until I could no longer take the weight of my body, I hung there limp and useless.

I remember coming to and looking over at them, they were perched on the floor together drinking and laughing, laughing at me. I was still in the shackles, my back and legs were sore from the blows and my wrists were torn and bleeding from the restraints.

Something was new though; I looked down and saw the bar they had placed between my legs. I cringed as I saw they had shaved me totally, they had removed my maiden hair.

"It's about time you awoke" said my husband as he came towards me. He ran his fingers over my tender inflamed flesh, I moved a little, terrified of his touch and he slapped me. "Is that anyway to greet your new master" he said as he kissed the remnants of my soft tissue.

"Sorry sir" I whimpered, I hung my head low so I wasn't looking into his face and steadied my posture as he slipped his fingers between my buttocks.

I had never been invaded by a man's piece until then, the nearest I had got was sucking my previous master. My new master wasn't interested in this at the moment, I felt his fingers slide inside my tense tight pussy, he looked at his father and smiled "Thank you father, she is still everything I expected from you". I felt his fingers make their way around to my anus; I gritted my teeth as he parted my cheeks and slid his thick thumb inside my bum hole.

Once satisfied, he unchained my hands from the ceiling, what a relief this was for a few seconds, until he re-shackled my hands to the leg spreader, bending me as far as I ever thought would be possible. Gathering the chain from the ceiling he attached it to the bar and pulled me off the floor with his sheer strength. There I hung, legs wide apart arms attached to the bar, every opening as wide as possible for his perusal and use.

I stared upward at the roof as he swung me gently too and fro, caressing my soft massacred skin, then I felt him enter me, shivers ran down my spine as this alien intruder invaded and violated my sacred opening.

The pain was momentary but the memory of that moment will stay with me forever.

Afterward I was released from my tethers and ordered to dress, here I sit in the coach on the way to my new masters abode, a mixture of feelings sinking and tearing me apart, what was the future going to bring.

Littlered.