The First Night
Elisia walked from the room numb what was she to do now? What could she do? She had made a pact with the devil, and she never went back on her word. All she had is her good word, and she had never gone back on it. Once given she must follow through. Abdullah had summoned Farid who was upset and shocked to see her. This was not a good way to start for sure making an enemy of your master's first hand man. He had ordered Farid to take her to her room and give her everything she needed.
Farid walked stoically ahead of her. Elisia looked at his back wondering what was going through his mind. Whatever it was she was sure he was calling her all sorts of names and cursing her to their god. She didn't care though, she had worse problems. This whole thing had backfired. Anson must know by now she made it here, and if he had waited to see if she would be welcomed he knew now she was not coming back. Anson would not fight for her she knew. He would be more humiliated if he tried to come get her. So his honor would demand he abandon her. She was not sorry she was no longer with Anson, but could she force herself to be intimate with Abdullah knowing how he intended to treat her?. She had thought she could, but now she was disgusted with herself. What had her life come to? She would stay alive only long enough to make sure her daughters got to safety, but then she would kill herself. She had to plan carefully if she was to succeed.
Farid opened a door to a sparse room with one big bed in it with a chair. The bathroom was off to the right and had no door.. Elisia's eyes came back to the bed and she shuddered looking at it. A part of her hoped she would be sleeping in it alone for a long time to come, but her womanly honor and reputation would remain intact if she was not a poor despised rejected pathetic woman living off the charity of Abdullah. The people would say she got what she deserved throwing herself so wantonly at Abdullah. They would accuse her of being a hussy who was only using her daughters as an excuse to seduce a man who despised her. After all any mussim mother would have been proud to have their daughters marry Abdullah, so why would Elisia have objected unless she wanted him for herself? Well what did she care what those old crows said. She knew the truth.
Farid with barely controlled courtesy asked her if there was something she needed. She shook her head no, and he bowed his head barely imperceptibly to show her how he feels about her and left the room. She heard the door lock turn behind her. She ran to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. Well it appeared for now she was a prisoner here. The window was small and too high up for her to crawl out of. She had hoped to see Charmaine and Zoe, but she guessed that Abdullah had them secluded somewhere else in the house. She hoped they were ok.
Elisia ran her hands over the end of the bed thinking of what the night might bring. She blushed and hung her head. Would she be forced to do things with Abdullah that she had only ever done with Anson? She was torn that was for sure. She hated Abdullah, and wanted to kill him, but knew the power to do that wasn't in her. She was only a woman who loved her daughters and had to atone for her mistake in not protecting them. She would protect them now. She would die, but her daughters were worth everything.
Elisia was restless she wished there was a book or something to do to distract her. The sun started setting, and she decided she better prepare in case Abdullah came to her. She didn't have any fancy lingerie as a good mussim woman didn't do stuff like that. They were expected to be shy and modest. So she got into her night shirt and sat in a chair waiting. The night sounds were deafening. She strained to hear his footsteps filled with dread, and also hoping he would not leave her here in shame.
A few long hours later Farid came in with some night clothes. It looked like she was not going to be able to get some other clothes and will have to make do with washing her clothes by hand. Farid was embarrassed to be bringing in these feminine things. He was not familiar with these womanly folderols. He held the clothes in his arms not handing them to her. He said nothing.
Elisia: You want me to wear these?
Farid nodded.
Elisia: Ok, thank you Farid. If you will put them on the bed i will put them on later.
Farid stood there turned toward Elisia. Elisia saw a faint red flush creep up into his face. She wondered why he was embarrassed. Why wasn't he leaving?
Elisia looked at the floor. A horrible thought was starting to dawn on her. No, it couldn't be. It would be degrading and indecent.
Farid stammering in his embarrassment: My honorable master..... He stopped not being able to go further. He looked down, and finally mumbled. My master wishes me to take your filthy clothes to be washed after you put these on.
Elisia's face warmed with shame, and in spite of her best efforts tears welled up into her eyes. It was apparent she was supposed to change into the night clothes with Farid here, She could go into the bathroom to change but there was no door on it. Maybe she could crawl into a corner where he couldn't see.
Elisia through her tears: I would be happy to comply honorable Farid, but as you can see there is no privacy for me to comply with this request. If you leave, and come back in 5 mins. I will hand them to you through the door.
Farid turned 10 shades more red. Elisia wondered what the problem was.
Farid humiliated and uncomfortable: I was told that I was not to leave the room and to watch to make sure you were properly attired, and had your old clothes in hand.
She couldn't do it and so she begged piteously: I can't do it. As I say, I would be happy to comply, if you would just please just step right outside the door.
Farid: I do not like this anymore than you, but I dare not disobey my master. My master is cruel and would not be beyond anything if I disobeyed him. My life is not worth a little embarrassment.
Elisia sobbing: Please honored one, do not let your master degrade us like this. I am sure he will not be watching.
Farid his resolve hardening with her annoying crying and the fact she was willing to have his masters wrath on him: I hate that my master is cruel and sadistic, but he is my master, and what you choose to do to bring his wrath down is on your head, but you will not bring his wrath down on me. I tried to chase you away, and so this is on your head. You should have stayed home and let your daughters go. Were they really worth all this? You knew how it was with my master or you would not have come here to save them.
Elisia realizing she had no choice turned away and stripped down as quickly as possible. She turned back facing him covering herself as much as she could with her one arm as she had to grab the night clothes with the other hand out of his hands. She turned back around and dressed as fast as she could.
Farid tried not to look, but he had to admit he thought she was very pretty and he couldn't resist temptation in spite of his embarrassment. He had never gotten to see a woman unclothed as he had never been married. He was embarrassed, but also filled with feelings he didn't understand completely. He had never had these feelings for a woman before. She was beautiful and yet she was unlike other women. She had a spirit that would never be broken. He watched the smooth blueness of her back while she dressed, and how it flowed like smooth waves into her lush naked bottom. This site was driving him crazy. It was plump yet perfectly shaped. Her long legs were well shaped. Her ankles were dainty.
When she turned to reach for the nightclothes he had got a glimpse of her full round breasts, as she wasn't able to fully cover herself with her arm. His eyes travelled quickly down her taut stomach, and her nicely trimmed female area. His eyes went further down to her long dainty toes. He was filled with a desire so strong he had to turn away.
Elisia handed her clothes to Farid. She knew he had looked at her, and her humiliation was so acute that she couldn't feel anything anymore.
After he left she sat in the only chair in the room for what seemed like hours. She had no time to do anything but think of all the many mistakes she had made which she was now paying a dear price for. She wondered if Abdullah would be visiting her this night. After what had happened today she hoped not, but on the other hand, not having him come would be just as humiliating. Without realizing it her whole body was rigid and taut with the strain of listening for his footsteps. The strain of listening and the stress made her tired and she fell asleep in the chair. The next thing she knew it was morning. She woke up still in the chair, and while greatly relieved she was full of shame and embarrassment. Abdullah was doing this to make her desperate for his attention. Well it wouldn't work. She would not beg. If she had to be a slave, she would be the best slave she knew how.
Farid walked stoically ahead of her. Elisia looked at his back wondering what was going through his mind. Whatever it was she was sure he was calling her all sorts of names and cursing her to their god. She didn't care though, she had worse problems. This whole thing had backfired. Anson must know by now she made it here, and if he had waited to see if she would be welcomed he knew now she was not coming back. Anson would not fight for her she knew. He would be more humiliated if he tried to come get her. So his honor would demand he abandon her. She was not sorry she was no longer with Anson, but could she force herself to be intimate with Abdullah knowing how he intended to treat her?. She had thought she could, but now she was disgusted with herself. What had her life come to? She would stay alive only long enough to make sure her daughters got to safety, but then she would kill herself. She had to plan carefully if she was to succeed.
Farid opened a door to a sparse room with one big bed in it with a chair. The bathroom was off to the right and had no door.. Elisia's eyes came back to the bed and she shuddered looking at it. A part of her hoped she would be sleeping in it alone for a long time to come, but her womanly honor and reputation would remain intact if she was not a poor despised rejected pathetic woman living off the charity of Abdullah. The people would say she got what she deserved throwing herself so wantonly at Abdullah. They would accuse her of being a hussy who was only using her daughters as an excuse to seduce a man who despised her. After all any mussim mother would have been proud to have their daughters marry Abdullah, so why would Elisia have objected unless she wanted him for herself? Well what did she care what those old crows said. She knew the truth.
Farid with barely controlled courtesy asked her if there was something she needed. She shook her head no, and he bowed his head barely imperceptibly to show her how he feels about her and left the room. She heard the door lock turn behind her. She ran to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. Well it appeared for now she was a prisoner here. The window was small and too high up for her to crawl out of. She had hoped to see Charmaine and Zoe, but she guessed that Abdullah had them secluded somewhere else in the house. She hoped they were ok.
Elisia ran her hands over the end of the bed thinking of what the night might bring. She blushed and hung her head. Would she be forced to do things with Abdullah that she had only ever done with Anson? She was torn that was for sure. She hated Abdullah, and wanted to kill him, but knew the power to do that wasn't in her. She was only a woman who loved her daughters and had to atone for her mistake in not protecting them. She would protect them now. She would die, but her daughters were worth everything.
Elisia was restless she wished there was a book or something to do to distract her. The sun started setting, and she decided she better prepare in case Abdullah came to her. She didn't have any fancy lingerie as a good mussim woman didn't do stuff like that. They were expected to be shy and modest. So she got into her night shirt and sat in a chair waiting. The night sounds were deafening. She strained to hear his footsteps filled with dread, and also hoping he would not leave her here in shame.
A few long hours later Farid came in with some night clothes. It looked like she was not going to be able to get some other clothes and will have to make do with washing her clothes by hand. Farid was embarrassed to be bringing in these feminine things. He was not familiar with these womanly folderols. He held the clothes in his arms not handing them to her. He said nothing.
Elisia: You want me to wear these?
Farid nodded.
Elisia: Ok, thank you Farid. If you will put them on the bed i will put them on later.
Farid stood there turned toward Elisia. Elisia saw a faint red flush creep up into his face. She wondered why he was embarrassed. Why wasn't he leaving?
Elisia looked at the floor. A horrible thought was starting to dawn on her. No, it couldn't be. It would be degrading and indecent.
Farid stammering in his embarrassment: My honorable master..... He stopped not being able to go further. He looked down, and finally mumbled. My master wishes me to take your filthy clothes to be washed after you put these on.
Elisia's face warmed with shame, and in spite of her best efforts tears welled up into her eyes. It was apparent she was supposed to change into the night clothes with Farid here, She could go into the bathroom to change but there was no door on it. Maybe she could crawl into a corner where he couldn't see.
Elisia through her tears: I would be happy to comply honorable Farid, but as you can see there is no privacy for me to comply with this request. If you leave, and come back in 5 mins. I will hand them to you through the door.
Farid turned 10 shades more red. Elisia wondered what the problem was.
Farid humiliated and uncomfortable: I was told that I was not to leave the room and to watch to make sure you were properly attired, and had your old clothes in hand.
She couldn't do it and so she begged piteously: I can't do it. As I say, I would be happy to comply, if you would just please just step right outside the door.
Farid: I do not like this anymore than you, but I dare not disobey my master. My master is cruel and would not be beyond anything if I disobeyed him. My life is not worth a little embarrassment.
Elisia sobbing: Please honored one, do not let your master degrade us like this. I am sure he will not be watching.
Farid his resolve hardening with her annoying crying and the fact she was willing to have his masters wrath on him: I hate that my master is cruel and sadistic, but he is my master, and what you choose to do to bring his wrath down is on your head, but you will not bring his wrath down on me. I tried to chase you away, and so this is on your head. You should have stayed home and let your daughters go. Were they really worth all this? You knew how it was with my master or you would not have come here to save them.
Elisia realizing she had no choice turned away and stripped down as quickly as possible. She turned back facing him covering herself as much as she could with her one arm as she had to grab the night clothes with the other hand out of his hands. She turned back around and dressed as fast as she could.
Farid tried not to look, but he had to admit he thought she was very pretty and he couldn't resist temptation in spite of his embarrassment. He had never gotten to see a woman unclothed as he had never been married. He was embarrassed, but also filled with feelings he didn't understand completely. He had never had these feelings for a woman before. She was beautiful and yet she was unlike other women. She had a spirit that would never be broken. He watched the smooth blueness of her back while she dressed, and how it flowed like smooth waves into her lush naked bottom. This site was driving him crazy. It was plump yet perfectly shaped. Her long legs were well shaped. Her ankles were dainty.
When she turned to reach for the nightclothes he had got a glimpse of her full round breasts, as she wasn't able to fully cover herself with her arm. His eyes travelled quickly down her taut stomach, and her nicely trimmed female area. His eyes went further down to her long dainty toes. He was filled with a desire so strong he had to turn away.
Elisia handed her clothes to Farid. She knew he had looked at her, and her humiliation was so acute that she couldn't feel anything anymore.
After he left she sat in the only chair in the room for what seemed like hours. She had no time to do anything but think of all the many mistakes she had made which she was now paying a dear price for. She wondered if Abdullah would be visiting her this night. After what had happened today she hoped not, but on the other hand, not having him come would be just as humiliating. Without realizing it her whole body was rigid and taut with the strain of listening for his footsteps. The strain of listening and the stress made her tired and she fell asleep in the chair. The next thing she knew it was morning. She woke up still in the chair, and while greatly relieved she was full of shame and embarrassment. Abdullah was doing this to make her desperate for his attention. Well it wouldn't work. She would not beg. If she had to be a slave, she would be the best slave she knew how.
Elisia wondered how she could call someone to find out what she could do around the house, when she heard the lock turn in the door. Oh Farid must be coming to get her. She was embarrassed to realize she was in her night clothes, but before she could grab a covering he walked in the room. Except it wasn't Farid, but Abdullah!
Elisia got out of her chair and fell to the floor bowing deeply.
Abduallah grinned. He was pleased at her abject prostrating. He was going to enjoy this.
Elisia: My lord, I am pleased to see you. How may I serve you.
Abdullah came to her and stood over her seeing her in those little pants stirred his desires more. She was an attractive woman that was for sure.
Abdullah said nothing just watched her for a minute.
Elisia stayed there bowed wondering what he wanted. No mussim man would come in at the top of the morning to a respectable woman for intimacy. That was only for the bedroom at night. It couldn't be that he was here to take his place in her bed was he? Surely he wouldn't shame her even further. Her daughters must be up and about by now, and it wouldn't be proper for them to hear or see anything untoward. The door was barely closed and the walls were thin.
Abdullah reached down and grabbed her by her hair forcing her to look at him. He had a huge lecherous leer on his face.
Abdullah pulled and she stood up quickly.
He pushed her back so he could get a better look at her. She stood there shamed and embarrassed. He circled her feeling on her like a prize goat or a sow he was purchasing. She could not have imagined that her humiliation could be even more complete. Well she brought this on herself so she stood there head high. Abdullah saw her jut her chin out when he reached for her face. He pulled her face toward him for a deep probing kiss. She wanted to pull away, but she didn't. She tried to stop herself from gagging or shuddering in revulsion. His hands were all over her and his breathing was heavy with excitement. He climbed onto the bed and motioned for her to join him. She hesitated now that it was here, and he was forcing her to do something no respectable woman would do at this time. Knowing she had no choice and risking his anger if she didn't hurry up and comply she climbed in the bed next to him. For the next hour she endured torture beyond enduring. Abdullah had no pity or compassion and treated her like a despised whore. He hurt her as he liked to abuse his women apparently. Nothing was beneath him. After it was over Elisia laid in the bed sore and covered with bruises. Abdullah laid snoring next to her. She carefully climbed out of the bed and walked into the bathroom to splash cold water on her wounds. She fell to the floor in agony. How would she be able to endure it? She couldn't could she? She laid on the floor for what seemed like hours, but it was more like an hour. She wanted to leave the room and find her daughters, but she didn't dare risk Abdullah's wrath, besides she didn't want her daughters to see her like this.
Elisia left the bathroom and crept silently back into the room. To her horror Abdullah was lying on the bed awake. He smiled at her and motioned for her again. No it couldn't be about to happen again could it?
Abdullah: Come my sweet, I desire to make use of your services again.
Elisia was horrified. She couldn't do it. She couldn't! She backed away. Abdullah's face darkened and he crawled off the bed.
Elisia tried to scream, but nothing would come. He grabbed her and threw her on the bed. What followed was another hour of excruciating pain. After Abdullah left Elisia laid there moaning. She would have curled up into a ball but her body was one massive bruise. Was this what her life was going to be like? May heaven help her.
Farid walked in with a bowl of cool water and some bandages. He started to bathe her body, she tried to pull away, but he held her down firmly.
Farid: Do not struggle, it will make your pain worse.
Elisia her mouth swollen mumbled: I know you don't like me Farid, but I thank you.
Farid said nothing, but continued to bathe her and Elisia slipped away into blissful oblivion her situation forgotten but only for the moment.
Farid continued to steadily bathe her impassively, what his master did was none of his business, but this bothered him. Well he would do what he could for her. She had a friend in him, but unfortunately he could not let her know.
Poor Elisia how she would have loved to have known that, but she never would it was in her best interests if she believed Farid was against her.
If his master found out he felt sorry for Elisia he would make her life even worse, and he wouldn't let that happen because of him. He finished tenderly bathing her and placed a light cover over her and silently left the room leaving her to the peace she had found for now.
Elisia got out of her chair and fell to the floor bowing deeply.
Abduallah grinned. He was pleased at her abject prostrating. He was going to enjoy this.
Elisia: My lord, I am pleased to see you. How may I serve you.
Abdullah came to her and stood over her seeing her in those little pants stirred his desires more. She was an attractive woman that was for sure.
Abdullah said nothing just watched her for a minute.
Elisia stayed there bowed wondering what he wanted. No mussim man would come in at the top of the morning to a respectable woman for intimacy. That was only for the bedroom at night. It couldn't be that he was here to take his place in her bed was he? Surely he wouldn't shame her even further. Her daughters must be up and about by now, and it wouldn't be proper for them to hear or see anything untoward. The door was barely closed and the walls were thin.
Abdullah reached down and grabbed her by her hair forcing her to look at him. He had a huge lecherous leer on his face.
Abdullah pulled and she stood up quickly.
He pushed her back so he could get a better look at her. She stood there shamed and embarrassed. He circled her feeling on her like a prize goat or a sow he was purchasing. She could not have imagined that her humiliation could be even more complete. Well she brought this on herself so she stood there head high. Abdullah saw her jut her chin out when he reached for her face. He pulled her face toward him for a deep probing kiss. She wanted to pull away, but she didn't. She tried to stop herself from gagging or shuddering in revulsion. His hands were all over her and his breathing was heavy with excitement. He climbed onto the bed and motioned for her to join him. She hesitated now that it was here, and he was forcing her to do something no respectable woman would do at this time. Knowing she had no choice and risking his anger if she didn't hurry up and comply she climbed in the bed next to him. For the next hour she endured torture beyond enduring. Abdullah had no pity or compassion and treated her like a despised whore. He hurt her as he liked to abuse his women apparently. Nothing was beneath him. After it was over Elisia laid in the bed sore and covered with bruises. Abdullah laid snoring next to her. She carefully climbed out of the bed and walked into the bathroom to splash cold water on her wounds. She fell to the floor in agony. How would she be able to endure it? She couldn't could she? She laid on the floor for what seemed like hours, but it was more like an hour. She wanted to leave the room and find her daughters, but she didn't dare risk Abdullah's wrath, besides she didn't want her daughters to see her like this.
Elisia left the bathroom and crept silently back into the room. To her horror Abdullah was lying on the bed awake. He smiled at her and motioned for her again. No it couldn't be about to happen again could it?
Abdullah: Come my sweet, I desire to make use of your services again.
Elisia was horrified. She couldn't do it. She couldn't! She backed away. Abdullah's face darkened and he crawled off the bed.
Elisia tried to scream, but nothing would come. He grabbed her and threw her on the bed. What followed was another hour of excruciating pain. After Abdullah left Elisia laid there moaning. She would have curled up into a ball but her body was one massive bruise. Was this what her life was going to be like? May heaven help her.
Farid walked in with a bowl of cool water and some bandages. He started to bathe her body, she tried to pull away, but he held her down firmly.
Farid: Do not struggle, it will make your pain worse.
Elisia her mouth swollen mumbled: I know you don't like me Farid, but I thank you.
Farid said nothing, but continued to bathe her and Elisia slipped away into blissful oblivion her situation forgotten but only for the moment.
Farid continued to steadily bathe her impassively, what his master did was none of his business, but this bothered him. Well he would do what he could for her. She had a friend in him, but unfortunately he could not let her know.
Poor Elisia how she would have loved to have known that, but she never would it was in her best interests if she believed Farid was against her.
If his master found out he felt sorry for Elisia he would make her life even worse, and he wouldn't let that happen because of him. He finished tenderly bathing her and placed a light cover over her and silently left the room leaving her to the peace she had found for now.