The Sheik and the Slave (23 page)

What was he to do about that bastard in her belly, though?
He could arrange some accident for the child once it was born. Babies die all
the time, he thought.

He thought of the bitch lying with her legs splayed open as
the dark Arab pumped away between them and he felt sick. What was England
coming to, when their women would fuck anything that moved?

Yes, he would definitely have to arrange an "accident"
for the little Arab bastard. Then perhaps he might sample the goods himself. He
had never been overly fond of women, but he had tumbled a couple of whores. And
for all that Katharine would be an arranged marriage, there was no denying that
she was a beautiful woman.

He fondled his cock once and then pulled his coat tighter
around him as he walked along the wharfs. He knew this was the lowest part of
London, where the cheap whores with yellow teeth and lice-ridden bodies called
out to him. He stumbled and knew he had drunk too much.

He didn't realize that he had fallen into the River Thames
until he began to sink.

His frock coat tangled with his arms as he tried to swim.
The huge amounts of alcohol he had consumed fogged his brain. He didn't realize
what was happening as he gulped in large quantities of the icy water. It took a
couple of minutes before he finally succumbed to the cold water.

The next morning, two local fishermen fished out his body
and took the gold watch from his person.

Chapter
15

Mohammed was going to talk to her father when he returned
from London. She was dizzy with anticipation. She knew that this was the right
thing, though she worried about what his people would think of her. She knew
once she was married, her family would be supportive.

The oak tree felt protective and safe as she waited for
Mohammed
’
s return.
She looked around the small wooded area and saw nothing. She brushed the
feeling off as nerves over what she had endured through the separation from her
family, being kidnapped, the sheik's unwanted attentions, fleeing into the
night, her voyage back home and now her love of the sheik and their child.

But the feeling continued. The more she tried to shrug off
the feeling, the more it intensified. It was the feeling of being watched. The
property was so large and watched over by so many that she would never be
alone.

The gardens were prized with roses, daisies, and hydrangeas
handled by a retinue of gardeners. Her father's stables, which included her
Arabian stallion and Irish-bred horses, included close to 30 men who worked
from dawn to dusk keeping the horses in shape.

There was no shortage of eyes watching, and Katharine had
grown up with servants. She plucked a small daisy from the ground and placed it
behind her ear.

She wondered if this new feeling of being watched was
paranoia of some sort caused by the pregnancy.

She thought of Mohammed speaking to her father and smiled.
This was right. It didn't matter anymore what he was and where he was form. It
didn't matter that she would have to make her life in a foreign place away from
her family. He loved her and she loved him. She would go where he was. It had
taken her too long to come to this simple conclusion. Together they would raise
a family and be happy. He would protect her from Jamie. She would be safe in
his arms.

The small wooded area was quiet and she called out,
"Hello?"

A small bird called out but no human voice answered her. She
looked across the trees and into the brush and over the river. There was
nothing.

She stood and started walking. It was a feeling she couldn
’
t shake. She felt eyes
upon her, watching her, taking in her form. It was a malevolent presence. She
shivered.

She glanced quickly behind her, but she was still alone.

She placed a hand over her belly and then took a path that
would lead her back into the sunshine and home.

***

"She goes out walking twice a week," one man said.

The other man nodded.

"I have seen her myself, so there can be no
mistake."

Again, the other man nodded.

"Do you know what must be done?"

The man nodded.

"I will go over it once again. There can be no mistake.
She will walk to the far property where the trees are tall and old. It must
happen there. You will take the woman. If she struggles, you will knock her
out. We can have no interference. I want her taken back to Arabia and sold into
the white slave market. He will never find her there. If you follow my
instructions, all should go well."

"Yes."

He stood up and away from the mercenary. The mercenary was
cold-blooded and ruthless. It would go off without a hitch.

How many times had he watched her? It had been easy to gain
access to the large estate. He had watched as the young witch walked along the
bank of the river.

There was no mistaking why the sheik had fallen in love with
her. She was lovely and womanly. He found her to be arousing as he watched her
walk along the river bank. She was a woman that men would want to tame and make
their own.

But he shook his head against such thoughts. He had to get
rid of her. She must never rule Arabia; she was an Infidel. He would get rid of
her once and for all.

Yasmeen had been stupid. She had been a woman and not worthy
of success. But he would have no mistakes. And once they got rid of the white
woman, the sheik would return to his normal self. The witch's spell would be
broken.

He took the large purse of gold coins and handed them to the
mercenary.

"Go," Abdullah said.

***

She walked down to the stables and looked after Ares. He was
a beautiful specimen. She heard two of the stable hands further down in the
large barn. They had not seen Katharine.

The one man patted a large chestnut red horse on his neck.
"He's in for a surprise," he said.

""e sure is," said the other in response.

In the small corral outside the barn, a burnished copper
horse was standing alone. The two men took the male chestnut horse into the
corral and let him loose. It was then that Katharine realized they were mating
the horses.

The smaller copper horse decided she would have nothing to
do with the chestnut red and danced away from him.

She jerked her large neck in response as if to say,
"I'm not for you.
”
Katharine smiled.

The chestnut red stallion had already decided for both of
them.

The two men settled onto the fence of the corral and watched
the foreplay. The two horses danced around until, finally, the male had had
enough. In a powerful play of domination, he cornered the female horse, biting
her on the neck and roughly mounting her trembling form. Katharine blushed and
moved away from the stables.

The two hands laughed at the scene.

"She was a feisty little one," the stable hand
said.

"Yeah, but he had her in the end. It's the way of male
and female," said the other.

***

Katharine didn't like to admit it, but she had been excited
by the mating. She had felt like the mare when she had been in Arabia, dressed
and perfumed for the Sheik. It had been the same, she thought as she walked
along the river.

She had been the trembling mare, afraid and trying so hard
to be strong. She had tried to fight the feelings she had felt for him, but she
had become immersed in the culture. After that, she had fallen in love with the
land, the people, and the man. She sighed and settled on the grass. Her hand
dipped into the cool water and she drank a bit of it.

She wondered often of the sex of her child. She wondered if
it would be a girl with dark hair and blue eyes or a son like his father with
dark hair and dark eyes.

The water had cooled her and she felt sleepy, as she always
did lately. She leaned back into the soft grass with her hands above her head
and slept.

***

He had been watching her since she left the stable. At
first, she was just a female form moving along the grass. Then, she had stopped
by the water and, hidden as he was, he caught his first close glimpse of her.
She
is lovely,
thought the mercenary.

Her body was slim yet supple, with high breasts, a small
waist, and jutting hips. He watched her mouth as she slept and thought her lips
were made for kissing. Her blonde hair fanned out above the grass and he felt
himself stirring.

He had been well paid for this job. He had been paid in gold
coins to take the girl from England back to Arabia and then sell her into the
white slave market. He knew once she was sold in the slave market, she would
become a slave in a household and would eventually end up as a prostitute.

With her beauty, no master of any household would keep her
long as a servant. She would service the master
’
s
bed before long. It was inevitable.

He knew the man who had hired him, but knew very little of
the woman.

She was a lady; that much was obvious. But how she had made
such powerful enemies who wished to remove her from sight was not known to him.

He moved his hand to his cock as he watched the sleeping
form. He unbuttoned his breeches and took his thick shaft out. He moved his
hand along the length of it as he watched her mouth. He could easily imagine
those lips wrapped around his shaft. He watched her breasts move up and down as
she slept and imagined her naked and panting. He would take her from behind,
pumping into her, slapping the white globes of her ass. He would push her onto
her knees and force her to pleasure him that way. Thick ropes of white cum
splashed onto the grass before he put his cock away.

The next time he came upon her, she would be his. He could
sell her to the white slave market as promised, but not before he enjoyed her
himself.

***

Katharine jolted awake. The sun was setting, which meant she
had been sleeping for almost an hour. She yawned and settled onto her feet
awkwardly. She brushed her hair from her face and began walking back to the
large house.

The days fell together. She thought mostly of Mohammed and
of the child within her and waited for her father to return. She took long
walks along the property, which helped clear her mind.

***

She walked along the river the next afternoon. It had been a
warm afternoon and she had been restless. The river was quietly trickling by
and she enjoyed the peaceful solitude.

She settled by the bank and slipped into a peaceful sleep.

***

He was watching her. His cock had been rock-hard thinking
about her the night before, and when he spotted her, he knew he would take her.

He came upon her quietly and filled his handkerchief with
the noxious fumes he had procured from the apothecary. The fumes would render
the victim unconscious, which was exactly what he wanted.

He placed the cotton over her mouth and she slipped into
oblivion. Then, he wrapped her body in a blanket and placed her in the cart. He
took up the reins of the lone horse and trotted away from the great house. It
would be a couple of hours before the woman was missed. It would be enough
time.

When the moon was high overhead, he stopped at a small
abandoned shack in a heavily wooded area. He carried her inside and made a
small fire of chopped wood that had been dusty and standing outside the main
door. The bed was covered with dust and cobwebs. He placed her on it.

She moaned in her sleep and he watched her lips. He had been
dreaming of those luscious lips taking his cock inside her sweet mouth. He
remained clothed while he began to take off her shoes and stockings. He watched
her moan again as he lifted up her skirts. She had long, creamy white legs and
he ran his hands up her limbs.

She moved her head to one side and sighed in her sleep. He
thought of taking her while she slept, but decided to wait. He wanted her to be
awake.

Katharine was dreaming of Mohammed, and she opened her eyes
expecting him to be before her.

She felt drowsy. He didn't look like Mohammed, she realized
in alarm. He had brown hair and brown eyes, with a scruffy beard and a scar
along his right cheek that looked white and raw. She blinked once, and then
again.

"Oh my God!" she cried, and moved away from him in
a second.

"Bitch," he swore at her and grabbed her by the
shoulders. "I've been thinking about your little cunt for days. You won't
deny me."

"Please, no. I'm
…
"
she wanted to tell him about the baby, but her head swam.

He wrapped a piece of rope around her wrist and bound her
two wrists together. He lifted her wrists high above her head, even as his other
hand went under her skirts.

"Please, no," she sobbed. "I'm begging you,
please. Don't do this. My father will pay to see me safely back."

He smiled.

"You aren't going back, woman,
”
he told her.
“
I've
been well paid to send you far away. Far, far away," he sneered at her.
"But before I send you to the white slavers, I intend to taste the
goods."

He pulled her legs apart and settled himself between them.
She struggled against the rope and tried to move away from his body.

He slapped her across her face and snorted from the
exertion.

"Two ways to do this, girl. The easy way, we both have
fun. The hard way, I still enjoy it but you might get hurt."

He grabbed her hair and pulled her face to him. "You
don't behave and be a good girl, I might even stretch your little cunt a
bit."

Katharine knew she had to fight. She moved close to him and
bit down hard on his ear, tearing a piece of his flesh.

"Jesus Christ, you whore!" he cried out, and she
fell panting to the side of the bed.

He watched her trying to get off the bed and then kicked her
so that she fell onto the floor.