Lost in Arabia: Appeasing Merva
Keywords: Lost, Merva, in, Arabia:, Appeasing,
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"Second installment, dedicated to ria0262. Sorry it took so long. I'm lazy".
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Lana stared up at the ceiling through the darkness, wondering what was becoming of her. She was losing more of herself with each encounter she had with Khalid, but she didn't know how to stop it. His arm tightened around her, as if knowing, even when he was sleeping, when she was having rebellious thoughts.
It seemed like he could read her mind. He knew when she was resisting him, and he knew when she was giving in, without words. He'd invaded her mind along with her body.
She must have used up her well of tears and distress, because she felt very little as these thoughts floated through her mind. Escape had ceased to be a probability, which made it easier for her to think in practical, almost detached terms of what to do. It also helped that she now knew they weren't going to kill her. Just use her for a sex slave until the Prince tired of her. Lana's lips twisted in the darkness.
She didn't have high hopes, but she decided she may as well try escaping.
She made a conscious effort to relax her body; she felt Khalid's arm loosen. She breathed shallowly but kept her body relaxed as she slithered out from beneath his arm. Finally her feet hit the floor, and she let out a long breath.
Almost immediately, she was was up and dashing toward the phone. She crossed her fingers as she dialed out.
"Allo?" a distinctively Arabic voice answered. The switchboard.
Lana slammed the phone down reflexively.
"Did you really think I would let you have access to a working phone?"
She gritted her teeth as she turned to find Khalid propped up on one elbow, sheet pooled around his waist.
"I figured it was worth a try."
He grinned. "Let's see if you still think it was worth it after you have your punishment."
Her bottom throbbed in protest; she'd never thought spanking could hurt so much. She remained frozen to the spot.
The teasing light began to fade from his eyes. "Come here, Lana."
"No." Her eyes widened. Where had that come from? She was supposed to be letting him think she was giving in.
"No?" A feral smile played about his lips as he rose and started toward her.
She quickly abandoned the plan and gave in to panic at the predatory gleam in his eye.
Her eyes flitted from side to side, looking for an escape route, but by the time she moved, he was there. Her back hit the wall and she shivered as his hands planted themselves on either side of her. He leaned in, nuzzling her neck.
"You forget your last lesson so soon?" He drew back, smiling down at her with a cold glint in his eye. "Obviously, we need to make it stick better this time."
His hand came up and gripped her hair, yanking her head down and forcing her toward the cupboard when he kept all of his sick toys. She wrenched her head up, despite the burning pain in the roots of her hair, to see him pulling out some chain with leather cuffs on the end. He put that coil of chain to the side on a table, then pulled out two smaller coils of chain with cuffs, and dropped them on the floor. He grabbed the first chain and took it with him as he hauled her to the corner. She kicked and screamed, but he just yanked her along until he reached his destination, throwing the chain up to catch it on a big hook in the ceiling, then took the dangling end and hooked it on a waist-level hook in the wall.
Once it was up, you could see that the chain was made up of three parts; one length attaching to each cuff, and one length joining the two together then running down to the waist-level hook. Khalid manacled her as she tried to shove him away, then disappeared behind her. The sound of chain scraping against metal was accompanied by her arms being wrenched higher and higher, until they were pulled high above her head, straining just enough to cause discomfort.
He grabbed the other two chains that he'd dropped before. He clipped them to bolts in the floor that she hadn't noticed. A leather manacle now secured each of her feet.
"Please..."
He ignored her and strode back to the cupboard. Her eyes widened as he took out what looked to be a leather paddle studded with metal. Next came something that vaguely resembled a jellyfish; it had a black, slightly rounded handle, with long strings of metal beads dangling from it. Dear Lord. He brought out a long, thin switch and placed it beside the other instruments. Her stomach roiled when he took out a ball with a strap on each side and duct tape; she had an ugly feeling she knew was those were for.
He put the duct-tape down on a table near her. He pinched her nose until her mouth opened, then the ball was shoved in. The straps came around the back of her head and were joined with a buckle. Her heart was pounding frenetically already, but when he picked up the duct tape, it started beating so hard it felt like she was having a heart attack. No one would hear her scream, no matter what he did to her.
She cried out behind the gag, but the strangled sounds were muted when he slapped a piece of duct-tape over her mouth.
"I always find the gags allow too much noise. But the gag and a little tape: perfect."
He turned and brought his instruments over to he table, keeping only the switch and smacking it lightly into his other palm.
His lips brushed her ear as he moved around behind her, and said, "This is going to sting quite badly."
The switch ripped into the already tender skin of her ass, and she screamed in pain. A muted sound from the back of her throat was all that emerged.
It whistled as it bit into her flesh, over and over, finding new places to land one time, biting into a spot it had just hit another.
Her head felt light from screaming, and tears ran down her face. As she sobbed, her nose had started to run, and it occurred to her that if she didn't get a hold of herself, her nose would soon be too clogged to breathe through. She tried to take herself out of her body, ignoring the sharp, stinging pain of the switch as it slapped against her buttocks and thighs. Breathing deeply, she managed to bring herself down from hysteria. It was only a little pain. She flinched as a particularly vicious blow stung the back of her thigh.
Suddenly there were no more blows. Her body still tensed, as if thinking he was waiting for her to relax so he could catch her off guard. She felt air flow against her skin as he walked out from behind her; it had to be the merest stirrings of air, but it shocked her stinging skin. She squeezed her eyes shut when she saw him trade the switch for the studded paddle.
She waited, but didn't sense his presence near her. She opened her eyes to find him at the cupboard pulling out a thin chain with metal clips on the end. Lana watched apprehensively as he strode toward her with a grin splitting his face.
"I suddenly imagined you wearing these while I paddled you," he said, clipping the clamps to her nipples. Pain exploded in the sensitive nerve endings there.
"Hurts?" he asked softly. Her anguished expression must have been answer enough, because he continued, "You'll become used to it. Be good, and I will reward your suffering with pleasure."
She shook her head, but he just smiled and retrieved the leather paddle.
When he came behind her again, he rubbed a hand over her aching behind, kneading the skin with fingers that felt hot as a branding iron. Suddenly, she felt his erection pressing between her legs, sliding along her cleft without penetrating. He was turned on by this, the sick bastard...
"You're so beautiful like this. I know it hurts, but feel what you do to me..." he whispered, and to her horror, she felt herself moisten, lubricating his sliding cock. She shuddered.
As suddenly as it had been pushed between her legs, his cock was pulled away. Then he was bringing the studded paddle down hard, the little studs digging in like vicious teeth. Her head started feeling light, but for some unknown reason, she struggled not to faint. Some insane part of her refused to slip into oblivion where she could escape Prince Khalid's sadism. The blows rocked her, delivered each time with brutal force, each one seeming harder than the last.
She broke out into a light sweat as she swayed on her feet. She couldn't stand anymore.
"Wake up, habibte..." A hand stroked her cheek gently, and she opened her eyes to find Khalid in front of her. His hand trailed down to a clamped nipple, which still throbbed in protest. His other hand came up and he gripped the clamps and twisted. Lana's knees buckled, and she hung from her suspended arms.
"You're fine." He grinned at her, then traded in the paddle for the strange beaded metal thing.
Her legs wobbled, but she managed to support herself as she stared at him in desperate plea, finally realizing what the thing was; the round part was the handle, and the strings of metal beads were the lashes. he was going to whip her with that thing. She shook her head wildly, but he only laughed.
"So dramatic. You'll be fine."
Her eyes flitted down and widened at the sight of his erection. It was bloody huge!
He laughed again. "I told you this is what you do to me."
"More like what being a sick bastard does to you", Lana thought furiously.
Her fury gave way to fear as he took up his position behind her. She tensed, tears in her eyes as her stinging buttocks awaited this new instrument's bite.
She jolted as the beads tore into her back instead of her ass. It hurt, but it was also a relief to have pain in a new location.
The strands criss-crossed over her back, coming perilously close to her tailbone, raising the fine hairs on her sweat-soaked skin. Each lash of the beaded flogger left what felt like hundreds of burning imprints in her flesh. Tiny ball-shaped stings all over.
Her body was on fire, her muscles screaming from how tensely she'd been holding herself, her back and bottom burning in pain. It was like she'd run a marathon; her muscles falling into exhaustion and her temperature at boiling point.
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Keywords: Lost, Merva, in, Arabia:, Appeasing,