THE PRIZE by Sean O'Kane

held out her shoes for her, as though they would clothe her. Close to exhausted collapse, Ayesha reached out and took them without thinking, then slipped them on and followed him out of the room. Not one man watched her go.

 

     
     

    Chapter 6
     
     
    Again she found herself in an airy and marble - tiled corridor and tip-tapped after Mahmut wondering fearfully what further ordeals awaited her. She was therefore taken completely by surprise when she was ushered into a huge bathroom with the biggest bath she had ever seen sunk into the centre of the floor. Mahmut simply gestured at it and then stood with his back against the door they had just entered by. Ayesha gratefully stepped down into the warm water and then gently eased herself down until she was sitting with the water coming up to her shoulders. She leaned back and gazed up at the massive chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. It was all too much to take in, she thought. Kidnapping, gang bangs, what else did they have in store for her until Sir John got her out of this mess ? She was quite sure he would, she was too valuable to him.
    "Hurry!" Mahmut barked, breaking in on her thoughts. "His Highness is waiting."
    "Oh we m ustn't keep him waiting must we? " Ayesha pouted. "He'll stamp his little royal foot."
    Mahmut just smiled. "You are one very silly girl," he told her.
    Ayesha glared at him but his relaxed and confident smile set alarm bells jangling in her head. She was after all the prisoner of an absolute ruler who had just ordered his guards to screw her any way they pleased and she had no idea of what else he was capable. She reached out for the soap and set to work.
    Half an hour later, naked but scrubbed clean of sperm, her hair washed and blow dried she accompanied Mahmut on a further walk. This time she was taken upstairs and past several female servants who didn't seem to bat an eyelid at seeing a naked girl being led through the palace; Ayesha found that very worrying. But at last they came to a stop outside a large and impressive door.
    "The Music Room," Mahmut said with an unpleasant leer. Then he opened the door and ushered her in. Her first impression was of light. There were four floor to ceiling windows along the wall facing her, they had been thrown open onto a balcony that ran the length of the room and sunlight flooded in through them. After the dark but cool corridors Ayesha had to squint a little to make out the Prince seated at a large mahogany desk in front of them. He was working on some papers but looked up and smiled as she entered.
    "Ah! I trust my men made you welcome," he said.
    "You mean they fucked me into the middle of next week, you bastard," she retorted. The nudity was getting on her nerves and she was increasingly frightened. "Sir John will come for me, you do know that don't you?"
    "Unfortunately for you he won't," the Prince replied calmly. "Even if he did there would be nothing he could do but in any event he inclu ded possession of you as a good will gesture to conclude a deal we made."
    Ayesha gaped at him stupidly as his words sank in. And in the silence between them, she became aware that there was some sound coming from the far end of the room, a soft creaking of leather. Slowly, suddenly not at all sure she wanted to see, Asyesha turned her head and saw the hanging girl.
    "Oh my God!" she whispered.
    "No not even he can help you here," the Prince mocked. "You see my people actually believe I am a dei ty. So as far as you are concern ed, I am quite literally your God. I have complete power over you. Oh, and that's.......tch, her name escapes me but she's easily identified don't you think? Go and have a closer look."
    Although the appalling news that Sir John had bartered her had left her speechless with fury and dismay, the sight before her was so extraordinary that she found herself walking slowly down the room to get a better view.
    The soft creaking noise was caused by a thickly padded leather ankle re s traint