'Shall I tell you what's happened to you?' the man smiled at her and Vanessa looked back abjectly, her blue eyes wide and baleful. Her head was being held back and pulled down sideways by a firm grasp on her long hair. She was panting hard through her open mouth, her generous bow-shaped lips forced wide apart by the sprung steel arms of the dental gag. Her mind was racing. What was planned for her? Why had she been abducted? Surely Auda was not involved in this? She had been introduced to the Arab Sheikh by the painter for whom she'd modelled. Vanessa had been loaned, bound and blindfolded to the Sheikh for his pleasure and she'd discovered that he was very well endowed and their brief liaison she had found deeply pleasurable.
'We found a bottle of vodka in your hand luggage. Now, you know that such things are not allowed here, but you're just a naughty girl,' the man gave a scathing laugh.
Vanessa shook her head in denial, her protest of innocence was made into nothing more than an incoherent gurgling by the cruel gag that kept her jaws widely prized. The man walked back around the table and stroked his hands down her bare back. She flinched under his touch then when he slipped his hands inside her pants she kicked out at him.
'Bad girl!'
He pinned her squirming body with one hand, dragging her pants clear of her bottom with the other.
'Now, keep still, or you'll only make things worse for yourself.'
She whimpered through the gag, her slim body trembling as the man slid his hands between her thighs and encouraged her to part her legs for him.
'Come on now, you're keen enough for a fuck when it suits you, I bet. How many boys have you enjoyed? You probably can't get enough of this, can you?'
Vanessa shook her head in denial, tears pouring down her cheeks as Mosafa slid one hand between the firm globes of her buttocks and slipped two fingers into her sex. Of course she couldn't admit to him that she couldn't begin to count how many men she'd slept with but in a second she knew he was going to discover something that would give him all too clear an insight into her sexual temperament.
'So what have we here?'
Vanessa closed her eyes and held her breath as she knew he'd found the clit ring that she wore. When she had become a submissive she'd been forced to wear the ring by one particularly cruel girl, who had controlled her for a while. Initially Vanessa found the device abhorrent and humiliating but as her submissive nature was encouraged, she'd come to enjoy the feel of the fine steel ring nuzzling between her legs and constantly arousing her sex.
The man grinned as he felt the ring under his fingers then pulled experimentally on it.
'Nuhh...nuuhh!'
Vanessa renewed her struggling with more determination, all too aware that the clit ring was acting as a tacit invitation for her to be sexually tortured.
'Strap her legs!' Mosafa ordered, stepping back clear of her kicking feet and rubbing his knee where she'd landed a blow against him with her heel.
The two female guards approached Vanessa from both sides and slid broad leather straps around her thighs, which they buckled then pulled on, forcing her legs apart. The straps were then secured around the table legs and the Vanessa was now not just forced belly down over the tabletop, but her legs were widely spread and held.
'I think this little girl isn't so innocent as she seems. I think I'll take her to the tower. She can keep the other English girl company. They'll make a pleasing contrast. What was her name again?' Mosafa asked, unbuttoning his trousers and drawing out his engorged cock.
'Vanessa Richardson. Art Student from London. Nineteen years old.'
Mosafa nodded with satisfaction, drew apart the cheeks of Vanessa's arse with his hands and slid his cock into her sex. She was tight but moist and he sighed with the pleasure of forcing himself into her. The suddenness of his assault had taken her by surprise and now Vanessa squirmed ineffectually as the man partially withdrew his cock then pushed it back into her.
'Well, from now on Vanessa you're going to learn to submit to me whenever I want you. Then I'll train you to submit to whomever I chose to give you to. Something tells me you're going to enjoy being treated like this, which is excellent. A young blonde like you will sell well, once properly trained.'
Vanessa sighed as the man drew his cock back until she could feel the engorged head nuzzling at the opening of her sex.
'I think if you like wearing a ring through your clitoris, you'll enjoy everything I have planned for you!'
He pushed his cock back hard into her.
Vanessa shook her head, her legs and arms twisting and pulling against her restraints. The man took hold of her long hair with one hand, holding her head back and still, whilst with his free hand he stroked her cheek and traced the line of her mouth, feeling the metal that prised her jaws open.
'Enjoy it young girl...enjoy it and life will be easier for you.'
'Nuuhh...'
Vanessa's breath was coming in short urgent gasps as the man rode her harder. She gazed at her outstretched arms, her wrists bound by the leather cuffs and she remembered how she'd felt the first time she had been tied up. Each time there was the knot of nervous anticipation in her stomach. Often she felt the fear welling up, as she realised that she was completely helpless. But she'd learnt to take each new experience as it came to her and soon she'd come to find the whole thing deeply intoxicating.
Now though, she was in no bondage game. She had no idea what lay in store for her and she guessed that this man's assault on her young body was only the beginning. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She felt his cock using her, harder and harder, faster and more determined. She sighed through the gag, twisting her arms in a futile gesture of objection. Her legs were held so firmly by the heavy straps around her thighs that she couldn't move them at all. Despite being taken against her will, or perhaps because of it, she felt her pussy soak with arousal and desire.
She gave a choked whimper as she came, her juices bathing the man's cock and triggering his own climax he gasped with satisfaction, clutching her slim waist as he came, ramming his cock into her one last time.
'Good girl... very good...'
Vanessa lifted her head weakly as the man hauled himself back from her tethered body. He gazed appreciatively at her as he recovered his breath then he turned to the two female guards.
'Prepare her for transportation to the tower and destroy all her clothes and possessions. She won't be needing any of them from now on!'
Auda bin Yasel wandered across to the tinted plate glass window of the airport waiting lounge and gazed across the smooth tarmac to where a Boeing 747 was being loaded with supplies. Beyond the perimeter fence of the airport the desert began abruptly, except to the east where the sea sparkled invitingly. Glancing back at the arrivals board, the flight from Heathrow, England was still shown, although the arrival time was half an hour ago. There were only a handful of passengers milling around who might have been from this flight. Where was Vanessa? He had told her to wait here for him and on no account to leave the airport. With suspicions already aroused in his mind he sauntered across to the information desk. The smiling Arab girl behind the desk confirmed that the flight had come in thirty-five minutes ago and that Miss Richardson had been on board. When he asked if he could go through to baggage reclaim and the passenger arrivals lounge, he was told politely that was not possible. Accepting this, he left the airport, first collecting his weapons from the security desk where he had been obliged to leave them.