STUCKholm

Taken

I cant see anything. Its so dark. I am feeling woozy. My head is pounding. Why are my memories from the last hour fuzzy...? I was definitely chloroformed. What situation has my father gotten me into? He shouldn't have stepped on toes, he messes with everyone. Now I am lying in a smelly, dank, dark place praying for Mariya to notice I havent come back home. Mariya, my servant girl who has become more of a bestfriend and companion. Judging by how dark it is, its late.. How long was I out? "Oh baba", I whisper as a silent tear slides down my cheek. "What have you done?"........ I hear movement so I still myself, close my eyes and regulate my breathing. Light hits my face as I hear a man say
"E be like say she no wake", he pokes me in the rib and I stifle a laugh, I am shit ticklish..
"Wake am".
He smacks my arm and I lazily open my eyes, squinting in the bright light. I was lying in the boot of a car. He helps me out and I say a silent prayer to God that my clothes were intact. In front of me stood a sprawling man of muscle and mass, standing crossed armed waiting for his subject to deliver me. My heart was pounding but I stand tall and show no fear. He wont get to me. I am after all my fathers daughter. We stop in front of him. He looks at me curiously, eyeing me and sizing me up  and my sarcastic tongue fires "Please remain some for my suitors eh?". He scowled but I saw a devilish smile play on his lips fleetingly and I look right into his eyes, burning into his sockets. What did this man want with me?
"Do you know why youre here?", Surprisingly he spoke good English
"If I did I wont be searching your face for an answer would I?"  i retort
The guy with me smacks my arms
"Park well".
I know I was being cheeky but what choice did I have? I had to show no fear even if it meant being rude, which I never was but I have always had a smart mouth.
"Kome, take her to the room prepared for her and take the shackles off our guest, at least make her feel comfortable".
Our eyes meet as I roll them and I caught a glimpse of that wicked smile disappearing.
Kome tries but to no avail to open the door, it just wont budge. So he uncuffs me then he shoves me into another door and turns to go back.
"Wait here, make I collect key".
I hear commotion as he disappears.

Well, this is displeasing. Its some kind of abandoned locker room complete with showers. It was dark and damp smelling with 3 floor to ceiling file cabinets, a chair and large table.  I chose to hide in the shadows of the largest cabinet, it was beside me. The commotion outside heightens as I hear thunderous laughter and gunfire. I retreat deeper into the shadows of the cabinet, finally letting my fear take over and grip me. I am Ameerah you can call me Sultana, most people do. If i live long enough to see my growth I will be the next Sultana of my Kingdom. My father, Omar, the Sultan is the richest man in the North and a ruthless oil tycoon. Somewhat corrupt, never shady and my betrothed Prince Walid, is his ward. He lives with us for now. He is supposed to witness my growth as a woman, as par tradition demands. They will both notice my absence soon enough. I sit there in the dark for what seemed like ages, way after the raucous outside dies off. I heard clanking of bottles so I guess they were celebrating something. I hate that I was wearing my royal garb, it was so revealing and I always thought it was too sexy. Here I was in the midst of strangers in nothing but a flimsy bustier and a skirt showing my thighs through slits. The door is opened then closed, I didnt dare breathe. I shift to take a peep and there he was, the militant leader in nothing but a towel. I sat there admiring the view, he had a really beautiful body... His skin was as dark as night in contrast to his eyes which were so white, they dazzled. He had 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8... Yup, an 8 pack. He was at least 6ft 5in because my petite frame was almost half of him. I looked like a child in front of him earlier maybe that's why he was amused by me. He takes off his towel and turns on the shower. He turns around and I see the biggest cock I have ever seen, its not like I have ever seen a real cock before though but i have on tv and it was longer than half his thigh. He gently strokes his cock till lather forms. Then he cups his balls and massages them. I look down at my arm and realise I had drooled on it. I wipe it away and retreat into my corner. I have never felt this way before but the slime between my thighs must mean I am aroused.