The original post: /r/eroticliterature by /u/DanFoster on 2024-10-20 08:41:33.
Abbey
Abbeyâs bare back was perfectly arched, her milky white skin illuminated in the moonlight that streamed through the tall and colourful windows into the room. She had been arranged delicately, almost ornately, like a butterfly pinned down in a display, only instead she was floating. She had been suspended in the air, hanging from a length of rope tied to the grand vaulted ceiling. She had been taken to some kind of ancient castle of all places, and was being held in a large room, a fireplace crackling on one side to keep her warm through the night. Her captor, that strange woman in the veil, seemed to be served by a small army of henchmen; Cloaked figures who did her every bidding without question. It was easy for them to transport the heiress in the diving cage, and just as easy to break her out once they had sourced the proper tools. She fought, threatened and pleaded but it all fell on deaf ears, and before she knew it she was a captive again.
Her arms were folded and bound behind her in a reverse prayer, leaving them completely useless. She hung balanced between her feet and head, on one end her hair had been pulled tight and braided into the rope, and on the other her two big toes had been bound together with a thin but tough thread, her legs otherwise free, spread out like two great wings. The ropes from her toes and hair met in the middle, triangulating with the main suspension rope in the ceiling above. To complete the display, another thick length was looped around the small of her back, hanging down and holding a large ball of steel, heavy as all hell. The effect was pronounced, providing constant strain on Abbeyâs body, bending her back into a tight arch. She wasnât a naturally flexible woman, and her muscles ached as she tried to budge in the excruciating position, but the blasted weight kept her firmly anchored. Her clothing had long since been removed, her pale skin almost glowing in the silvery light, her petite breasts pointing down at the ground. She was ungagged but had given up on calling for help hours ago. Despite the humiliating bondage, her captors hadnât taken advantage of her yet. When they stripped her clothes off she was sure she was about to meet the same fate as Rebecca Wheeler, but instead they treated her almost delicately, only using force when it was necessary. She hadnât seen the veiled woman again, until now, the clicking of high heels against the stone floor signalling her arrival.
âAbbey McNamara. What a beautiful specimen you are when properly displayed.â The woman said with a relaxed tone. Abbey glared at her as she got closer. She was wearing the same kind of dark dress she had seen her in before, and up so close she could just make out the silhouette of a face through the veil. Abbeyâs best guess placed the woman somewhere in her 30s.
âWhat do you want with me? If youâre after a ransom just make your demands, my father will pay.â Abbey said quietly, talking without moving her head so as to not put any extra strain on her hair. It was obvious by now that this lady didnât want a ransom, but Abbey couldnât figure out why else she was there. They had taken the tablet, and she didnât have any other information about the lost city.
âYou will serve your purpose my dear, but only when the time is right. For now just consider me your⊠Interim caretaker. I must apologise for not visiting sooner, I was trying to track down your American friend but the trail went cold. I donât suppose you have any idea where she might be hiding?â The woman was close now, having stepped right up so that their faces were only inches apart, the veil still largely obscuring her features. She brought a gloved hand up to Abbeyâs face, the lace material soft against her skin as she stroked the heiressâ chin.
âYou mean she escaped?â Abbey asked, trying to hide the tiny glimmer of hope in her heart. Rebecca may have been her rival but right now she was the only one who might have an idea where to look for her.
âWe will find her soon enough, no one hides from us forever.â The woman answered, running a finger delicately across Abbeyâs bare shoulder, then down her side, before tracing the arch of her back. Abbey shivered, her muscles twitching against the bindings.
âYou killed those men for that tablet we found⊠That means youâre following the delta source too.â Abbey said, unable to move her head to follow the womanâs movement as the gloved hand reached her bare ass. She chuckled in response.
âHow naive⊠We are not following the delta source, treasure hunting is your speciality. We have a deeper purpose, and soon enough youâll understand your place in it. Just as soon as we track down the othersâŠâ The woman explained slowly, her hand finding its way between Abbeyâs legs, her long fingers inviting themselves inside the defenceless blonde. Abbey let out a squeak as she was delicately penetrated, but the woman quickly pulled back, seeming to restrain herself.
âAll in good timeâŠâ She murmured.
Rebecca
Rebecca Wheeler pulled her cloak more tightly around her, keeping her head down and trying not to draw attention to herself. She didnât know who she could trust here, who might be looking for her, or who might simply take advantage of a lost young woman in an unfamiliar place. She kept to the side streets, staying in the shadows. Navigating this city was difficult, there wasnât a word of English written anywhere and she was yet to encounter anyone who spoke it either. She had managed to learn the name of the place but it wasnât familiar to her or Theodora. All they knew is that it was relatively small, intensely hot, seemingly quite rich, and overall a much better prospect than wandering the long roads through the desolate countryside. The streets were flanked either side with market stalls, the skyline dotted with adobe towers and domes. Many of the nicer buildings featured lush green gardens, maintained by hooded servants. After much searching Rebecca finally spotted the coffee house she was looking for, unable to read the Arabic characters on the sign at the front but recognising them regardless. She slipped through the entrance and found it uncomfortably busy, the room filled with patrons attempting to escape the heat, drinking from mugs and smoking from tall pipes. She immediately noticed that there were no unaccompanied women to be seen, they were all at the side of a man, often two or three of them to one. She was sure that if it wasnât for the crowds and the cacophony of voices she would attract unwanted attention, so she tried to keep her face hidden as she scanned the tables. After what seemed like an eternity she spotted who she was looking for, and made a beeline straight to him. The man, local to this corner of the world but dressed a little more liberally than the average patron, didnât react as she sat down, not wanting to draw any attention to them.
âAssem! You have no idea how good it is to see a friendly face here. It was a miracle you got my letter.â She said, keeping her voice down despite her excitement.
âRebecca, my friend. I came straight from Egypt as soon as I read it, itâs a miracle you were even able to send that from this city. Americans are not well liked here, and unaccompanied women arenât safe.â He replied with a restrained smile.
âYes, Iâve learnt that the hard way. I had to use most of the money I had left to bribe a postal worker, but it worked, youâre here.â
âYes, but what are you doing here? Donât tell me this is an archaeological exploit, I could have told you how dangerous it is.â Assem went on, his eyes constantly flicking around the room. Rebecca shook her head.
âWell, it started with one but I was brought here against my will. Itâs a really long story but we managed to find a room to rent in a quiet part of the city. I donât know how long theyâll let us stay without asking questions or when theyâll ask for more money but we need to get out of here quick.â Rebecca explained desperately.
âYes, you mentioned this other woman⊠Getting you out of here will be hard enough Rebecca, getting you both out may take more time than we have. Is she a local? Because you know, you canât save every woman hereâŠâ Assem said, the guilt coming through in his voice.
âSheâs from Greece, I canât just leave her here. She has a daughter back home and Iâm part of the reason sheâs in this mess.â
âOkay, okay. Iâll give you some more money, but youâll have to sit tight while I figure out the safest way out of the country. Youâll have to pose as my wife, perhaps your friend can act as a servant. Without any papers weâll need to bribe someone at the border, and if they suspect youâre an American itâll be over for us.â Assem leant forward, almost whispering now.
âThank you so much Assem, I owe you my life for this. Iâll never forget it.â Rebecca answered, tears almost springing into her eyes.
âPlease, youâve done enough to help me in the past, Iâm not going to leave you here. Iâm just relieved youâre okay, I heard some terrible rumours while I was travelling, something about the local sheikhs here acquiring some âexoticâ women for their harems. When I heard one of them was a famous explorer I was sure it was you. Probably just a rumour, but a very strange one.â Assem explained with relief.
âAn exotic explorer? That is strange. She would have to be a well known explorer⊠Did you hear anything else?â Rebecca wondered out loud.
âNot a lot, apparently one of them was GermâŠ
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