The Sheik and the Slave (30 page)

“
I
owe you much, Abigail,
”
she replied. Katharine
’
s
eyes glittered with tears.

Abigail shook her head and touched the young woman
’
s hand.

“
No,
my dear. You have reminded me that life exists outside the walls of the Abbey.
You have touched my life and reminded me of humanity.
”

Katharine
’
s
eyes teared up and she smiled.

“
You
have given me my son and kept us both from harm. I can never repay you.
”

“
Oh,
my lady,
”
Abigail
said as she turned pink with the compliment.

“
Call
me Kat. Everyone I care about does,
”
she said. She gazed down again at her son.

“
We
brought a young girl named Oona to help feed your son when you were unable. The
young girl is very fond of your son, Kat.
”

Kat looked down sadly, as she had not been able to feed her
firstborn son, but then she brightened.

“
Of
course. You did it to help my son. She helped sustain his life.
”

“
Yes.
She had the milk and loved him as her own.
”

“
Then
she will continue to do so,
”
Katharine said.
“
My
breasts ache, but there does not seem to be milk.
”

“
Oh,
my dear,
”
Abigail
sighed and touched Katharine
’
s
cheek lovingly.
“
You
have suffered so much.
”

Katharine bit her lip.

“
There
is more,
”
she
confessed.

“
Yes?
”
Mother Superior asked.

“
A
man.
”

“
Yes?
”
she encouraged.

“
A
beautiful man. My son
’
s
father.
”

“
And?
”

“
We
fell in love.
”

“
Of
course,
”
Abigail
said.

“
But
I was taken from him. I miss him so. I miss everything about him.
”

“
Is
he dead?
”
Abigail
asked softly.

“
No.
No. But it
’
s very
difficult. He
’
s not
from here and I don
’
t
fit in his world.
”

“
My
dear. It doesn
’
t
matter now. You have your child, his son.
”

“
Yes,
”
she said. Katharine
gazed down at the sun-kissed son as he lay sleeping.

“
Does
this man love you?
”
Abigail asked.

Katharine smiled and nodded.

“
Yes.
He does.
”

“
Then
my dear, nothing more must be said. I will write to this man and he will come
for you.
”

“
I
’
m frightened,
”
Katharine spoke
suddenly.

“
Of?
”

“
I
don
’
t know. What if
he doesn
’
t want me
anymore? What if he only wants his son?
”

“
Nonsense,
my child. I will write him and he will come,
”
said Abigail. She patted Katharine
’
s
hand.
“
You will see.
”

***

Katharine lathered the soap into her hands and moved along
her shoulders, arms and torso. She lingered over her breasts and one hand
delved between her legs as her fingers found the small tight passage. The birth
had been long over, and she carried the scars from the surgery that had been
performed. She had settled back to her original weight and was once again a
woman of beauty.

She often went with the novices to town for fresh vegetables
and fruits, and she attracted many glances from men.

Abigail had written to Mohammed, as promised, but had not
known where to send the letter at first. A hotel in Paris, lodgings in London,
and finally an address had been tracked down in Arabia. It would be months
before they might hear news of him, and Abigail knew the time was hard on
Katharine.

Indeed, Katharine was as beautiful after the birth of her
son as she had been before. Her curves were lush and full, and her breasts more
so after the birth. Abigail had watched several of the novices eye Katharine
’
s beauty with envy and
awe, but she was a lovely woman, and her manners were impeccable. She was also
a loving mother to her small son.

Katharine was lonely and missed the time she
’
d spent with Mohammed.
She missed his attentions to her and knew it was only a matter of time before
they were reunited.

At night, when she lay alone in her bed, she caressed her
body and thought of him. Her hands became his dark ones moving over her light
skin. His fingers were inside of her, and his body filling hers and spilling
his seed inside her with another son.

She watched her son closely and knew he resembled Mohammed
very much. There would never be any doubt that he was the father and she the
mother. Though he was dark haired, his eyes were the color of the sea. Her heart
swelled at the sight of him.

She ached that she had not been able to feed him from her
own breasts, but she knew that their next child would have that benefit. She
knew with certainty that she and Mohammed would be together again, and that
many children would be the result of their union. She clung to that hope.
Indeed, it was the only thing that made all the hell she had been through
bearable. She would be with him soon.

***

Safiya smiled into the looking glass. She was all but queen
in the palace. All had fallen into place. Mohammed had been true to his word
and looked after her, but he barely acknowledged her.

He gave her a large suite of rooms in the palace, but kept
his distance from her. Safiya was treated like a true lady, and after being the
daughter of a poor sheik, she was glad to have the choicest meats and sweets,
and musicians to play at her command.

She combed her hair and pinned it up, and watched as her
father pranced around the garden. He was so pleased with the turn of events,
and he counted the money that would soon be in his hands. He would build his
own small palace and have his own harem. He would own camels and other
livestock and be a wealthy man.

But Safiya
’
s
smile faded. The rise to queen came at a price.

Her uncle visited her nightly and never took no for an
answer. He had initiated her into oral sex and thrilled to watch the lovely
girl on her knees with his cock in her mouth. He had even taken to lighting a
candle in the darkened room and watching her in the looking glass. He would
watch, fascinated, as her pink lips moved over him and his cock plunged deeper
and deeper into her warm mouth.

A short, squat and hairy man, Khaldun seemed to delight in
the fact that he alone had sexual access to his lovely niece. He watched her
jealously during the day and was always wary of anyone near her. As a young
woman, she was surrounded by older women, and no men ever saw her. But he was
jealous nonetheless.

He enjoyed the sexual control he held over her and knew that
Mohammed had no interest in her whatsoever. Unlike his brother, he knew that
the little slut must quicken with child soon, or any chance they had of being
linked to the prestigious family would be done.

Khaldun knew with certainty that his niece was pregnant, as
her bleeding has ceased. But as Mohammed had been drugged the only night he had
slept with the girl and had not ejaculated, the child she carried was his own.

He enjoyed watching his little niece squirm underneath him
as he plowed into her. She was a slender thing, with small breasts and hips. He
loved wrapping her long hair around his hand as he took her from behind. He was
also fascinated with the looking glass and often moved it close to them as they
fucked.

As the first man to have her, besides the one quick thrust
of Mohammed
’
s, she
had a tight little snatch, and he wanted her to remain his alone. He had told
none of this to his brother, her father, and visited her secretly at night.

This night, he admired the globes of her tight ass and moved
his hands over them. He thought of anal sex, which was a degrading and dirty
act that only whores performed. He had never been one for it, but he wanted his
niece entirely his. He wanted to conquer every part of her and that would be
the final act. Once his manhood was inside her ass, she would be his. He
plunged his cock deep into her tight vaginal passage and moved onto one knee to
grab her hips.

Her breasts bounced with the movement, and Khaldun climaxed
loudly, coming into his niece
’
s
passage and pulling out while his thick white ropes of semen splashed onto her
ass.

His niece covered herself and moved away from him.

“
I
don
’
t want this
anymore,
”
she spoke
softly.

Khaldun smiled, as his niece looked defeated. She was no
longer a happy young girl, but a woman, defeated, and a slave to his whims and,
more importantly, his cock.

“
I
think you will do as I say, my little cocksucker,
”
he said to her.

“
Don
’
t call me that. You have
no right. I will be mistress of all of this soon and you will be cast out,
”
she muttered.

Khaldun kneeled before her and smacked her cheek lightly.

“
You
will be queen of nothing if you don
’
t
shut that mouth when I say and open those thighs when I say,
”
he threatened.

She inched away from him.

“
You
are breeding already, and we both know the babe in your belly is mine. So watch
yourself, Safiya. You are my little toy. No one else cares for you but me,
”
he said. His hands
trailed along her slim thigh and he pushed one fat finger into her slick wet
passage.

“
You
be a good girl. You please me greatly and that
’
s
all that matters. Don
’
t
get so high and mighty. The sheik cares nothing for you. But I will watch over
you,
”
he said.

His hand threaded into her hair.

“
You
were always my favorite niece,
”
he said. He kissed her quickly on the mouth and then left.

***

Mohammed sighed. It had been several weeks and still he had
not been able to leave Arabia for England. He chomped at the bit to be away
from this place and on his way to recovering Katharine.

The young girl Safiya was breeding and it was confirmed. He
remembered very little of the night, but he did recall pressing her thighs
apart and penetrating her. He even remembered breaking her hymen, but that was
all.

Mohammed spent the time in Arabia pondering much of what
occurred with Katharine. He desperately wanted to know who had hired Jean
Baptiste. It unnerved him that someone hated her enough to want her out of his
life. Who on earth had followed them from Arabia to England to fulfill such an
evil deed?

He had already given Daleel instructions to release the harem
girls with dowries to marry or settle their lives outside the palace. Each was
given money according to her time spent within the harem walls and her age. The
older women had less of a chance to marry, so more money had been settled on
those women. He tried to be extremely generous to the women, some who had even
served his father. He wanted them all settled and would continue to help them
monetarily until their deaths.

He knew that Katharine would only agree to a true marriage
of one man and one woman, the European style. She would not consent to a
multiple marriage, and he was willing to live that life.

He had been in contact with Lord Fairfax, and he hoped that
the Bow Street Runners would discover something more than Abdullah had.

***

Abdullah was smiling and rubbing his hands together in glee.
It was all coming together. Mohammed had stalled returning to England, as the
young girl was indeed pregnant.

Though Mohammed had disbanded the harem in anticipation of
reuniting with the white witch, Abdullah knew it would not happen. Once the
girl Safiya gave birth, everything would move into place and Mohammed would
forget this fantasy with the Infidel.

His servant quietly entered the room and placed the large
pile of correspondence before him. The letters and missives were many, and he
sifted through them quickly, separating them into piles of importance. When he
picked up the letter, he immediately noticed the foreign language and unusual
postage stamps decorating it.

He slashed open the envelope, which contained only one page.
His heart sank as he read it quickly. It read:

My dear sir,

I write to you with news of the utmost importance but
equal in joy and happiness. Lady Katharine is safe with us in Ireland and being
well taken care of. She is eager to be reunited with you and waits word that
you are coming to her.

I am also happy to inform you that you have a healthy
baby boy. He is a beautiful child- all smiles and laughter.