Epilogue
"Wow, is this all yours Em?" Michelle asked, looking around the opulent surroundings of my quarters of the palace.
"All mine," I replied.
"What I don't get is why he hasn't freed you." Rhona said.
"Let's just say he tried, but I don't want to be free, we can't be married, he has four wives already, so this is the next best thing," I explained.
"And the man mountain, he's not your keeper?"
"He was, now he's on my staff, but very much mine and the children's bodyguard. He might look scary, but he's not, and all the children adore him."
"I never pictured you as a mother, I thought you were gay," Michelle said.
"Me neither, but that first time he made love to me under the stars in the desert, I just knew he was the one for me."
"Sounds romantic, just the two of you under a canopy of stars," Rhona said wistfully.
"Well apart from his bodyguard, my minder, and three servants, apart from that, just the two of us!
We all laughed, no one mentioning the elephant in the room. There had been seven of us, now there was just the three of us, Cara was dead, the others no one knew. We all knew we were the lucky ones; we were here. Leila had arranged for Michelle and Rhona to be flown out by private jet. We were all silent for a moment.
"Tea anybody?" I asked.
"I'd murder a gin and tonic," Michelle said, "and she'd like a vodka slimline!"
"Sorry girls, but I'm a Muslim now, and alcohol is forbidden, I'll have my new servant mix some non-alcoholic iced drinks, you'll like them, I promise."
"New servant, how come we never had servants!" Rhona laughed. "But really a servant?"
I pressed a button in the side of my chair, summoning the girl, although she was just a couple of months older than me. She came hurrying.
"Mistress Leila, how may I serve you," she said bowing respectfully.
"My guests wish iced drinks, and a tray of those delicacies cook prepared earlier, but first introduce yourself to my friends."
"Greetings friends of Mistress Leila, I am here to ...."
"Laura!" Rhona shouted.
Laura smiled, stood beside me, then reached down and held my hand.
"My name is Husniya but once I was Laura, but that as you all know was a very longtime ago."
"Husniya?" Rhona asked.
"It means goodness and excellence." I answered for her, squeezing her hand.
Six months ago.
I was on my knees trying to suck life into my owner's limp cock. Trying and failing. He had brought me a year ago at an auction, and if I couldn't get his pathetic cock to stand halfway up, I'd be auctioned again. He'd taken one of those blue pills that we all hear so much about, but even that hadn't worked, and nor was my well trained and practiced mouth with its pierced tongue.
The auction was the same as the others I'd been sold, or traded at, I stood on the stage, my chin up, looking out, but above their heads. It didn't matter which of them brought me, it was all the same to me. Then something changed, I wasn't sure what, but someone wanted me, and wanted me at any price. Once, long ago, that wouldn't have surprised me, I had been good, and enthusiastic, sex had always been good for me, but now I was a worn-out whore with needle marks in both my arms, though I'd not had a fix for, well I wasn't sure.
The gavel slammed down, the deal had been done, I now belonged to someone else. My former owner would be pleased, I'd sold for more money than expected whatever that was, he could buy a younger model, but no matter which poor cow he brought, he still couldn't get it up. That made me smile, inwardly naturally. Long ago I'd learned not to show my feelings, they resulted in pain, always pain.
They injected me with something. My last conscious memory was of being put in a packing case to be transported to ... what did it matter, perhaps I wouldn't wake up, that would be a result, one that women like me longed for, but were never given.
The light blinded me, so bright, so hot. The air was hot and dry, it seared my lungs.
"Here, drink this," a female voice said, cradling my head.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"Safe, you're safe," she said.
"How ...."
"Later, for now rest, soon you will understand."
Over the next few months, the tattoos on my body were removed with a laser, though my piercings remained. No one fucked me. There were no drugs, just kindness, but why, no-one explained, they just said "soon you will understand."
