The Accidental Slave (Aya's story Part 1) (7 page)

He turned away when Scarface leaned over Aya and
pulled her up. “You are coming with me,” he commanded, but Aya
didn’t want to follow him anywhere and kicked him as high as she
could from her position. Her attempt to fight him only made him
pull her up on his shoulder with a hoarse laugh. Aya wriggled all
she could and shouted for Aston to save her. She heard Aston shout
back from somewhere close by, followed by a gunshot, and then his
voice was gone.
NO! They shot Aston? Oh please, God, spare
Aston, and keep him safe. Let him live!
she prayed as Scarface
carried her away.

Aya

There was no way Aya could fight Scarface from
her position lying helpless over his shoulder. Her hands were tied
and he had a firm grip on her. Aya had wriggled all the way up from
the basement, and her heart was racing with horror that Aston had
just been shot. She wanted to get down and run back to see him.
Maybe he’s not dead but just wounded
, a hopeful thought
whispered internally.

A growling greeting from Scarface to another
warrior passing by made Aya look up to see men with machine guns
smirking at her from a distance. They were guards posted by the
barbwire fence that surrounded the headquarters she had just been
in. The old mansion looked huge, with peeling paint, some shattered
windows, and bullet holes.

Scarface threw her into the backseat of a
worn-out car. “Stay down,” he growled and slammed the door. She
didn’t dare to sit up as the car took off but as they exited the
gates of the headquarters her eyes glimpsed two heads dangling from
a tree.

They’re not real – they’re not real…
Aya
kept repeating in her head, but she knew she was lying to herself.
The two bloody and gory heads had belonged to real men who had died
here hours or days ago. Masi warriors were known to use
decapitation to kill their hostages and deserters.

Do their families know what happened to
these poor men and will they be allowed to bury them?

Not likely… Probably their heads would be left
to hang here for the birds to feed on.

Aya swallowed a sob… soon her parents would
learn about her own kidnapping, but would anyone tell them if she
was killed too?

Shit… is this it?

What if I never see my mom and dad
again?

My life isn’t supposed to end like this!

Disturbing images of her parents breaking down
crying made her unable to breathe and she tried to distract herself
by focusing on what she could see from the back seat as they drove
through a ghost city with empty buildings and desolate streets, but
the depressing ruins only made her fears worse.

They drove less than ten minutes before he
stopped the car. Scarface came around, and once again he pulled Aya
up on his shoulder and started walking. “Lie still or I’ll kill
you,” he threatened and brought her into an apartment building,
carrying her up the stairs with decisive steps. On the second floor
he sat her down to unlock the door. Aya thought about escape but
with her hands still tied she wouldn’t be fast enough. Before she
gathered the courage to make a run for it she was pushed into the
apartment, landing on her knees inside the door.

The apartment was dark and smelled of old dust
and smelly socks. With a flick of a switch Scarface turned on the
light, and Aya quickly scanned her new surroundings; she counted
three doors from the tiny entryway she was in. On her left was an
open door to a bathroom. She could only see the toilet and the
sink, and it looked simple and dirty.

To her right there was a door leading to a
narrow and very messy kitchen that was just as filthy as the
bathroom, with a window covered with black fabric at the end
wall.

While Aya had quickly observed the two rooms,
Scarface had locked the door behind him and was now leaning over
her like a massive black cloud blocking out all light.

“My name is Jonul, but you will call me Master.”
He let his hands fist through her hair and pulled it hard
backwards, forcing her face up. “You are mine now. I bought
you.”

Aya jerked away with a scream, not caring about
the chunk of hair ripped from her head. With adrenaline pumping
through her body she didn’t even feel the pain; she just crawled on
her knees over shoes and bags lying around the entryway, to get
away from this monster of a man.

“There’s nowhere to run, blondie, you are mine,”
he hissed behind her.

“You can’t buy a woman,” she managed to cry out
in Spiri and pushed herself forward through the third door, leading
her into a basic living room with faded wallpaper in a light beige
color, starting to peel off in the upper corners. There were no
weapons she could use to fight him, only two bookshelves and a
coffee table with four wooden chairs around it. Aya headed for the
chairs, wishing her hands were free so she could use a chair to
fight back.

Jonul laughed, amused. “Woman… you are no woman.
You are
my slave.
”

His strong hands on both her shoulders stopped
her movement and the pamphlet flashed before Aya’s eyes along with
faces of the many former slaves she had spoken to in the refugee
camp – their lifeless eyes and their bodies with bruises and scars
telling her that beatings and abuse were part of slavery. Aya
opened her eyes again and scowled at Jonul, who was now in front of
her.
He will never be my master and I’ll never be his slave…
Never!

“Take off your clothes,” Jonul commanded and
untied her hands. Aya rubbed her wrist but otherwise didn’t move.
I would rather die, you scum,
she thought and shot a
side-glance at the chair. It was wooden but didn’t look very heavy,
and she wasn’t a trained fighter.

“Take off your clothes
now
,” Jonul
repeated threateningly.

Aya turned her face away, clearly demonstrating
her refusal. Her exhibit of resistance made Jonul explode in anger
and with force he dragged her into a bedroom adjacent to the living
room, where he threw her on the floor and turned to close the door.
Under her was a large stain of something dark. She lifted her head
and saw more splashed on the wall, and her innards froze to ice.
Someone had been bleeding copiously in this room, and the thought
of lying on top of the spot was enough to make Aya get up on her
feet. Instantly Jonul knocked her onto a simple box mattress. Aya
kicked him as hard as she could and he smacked her face again,
making her turn her face down on the mattress. The stench of old
sweat from the bed sheets ripped into her nostrils and she closed
her eyes in disgust.

Like a predator Jonul ripped her t-shirt off and
tried to remove her pants, but Aya wasn’t giving in without a fight
– and now that she had her hands free it was easier to fight back.
She managed to stop him with a well-placed kick.

“You fucking bitch,” he shouted at her and
touched his bleeding nose.

The tension in the room was thick, with both of
them panting loudly. Aya’s eyes were blazing with rage and she got
up on her knees, raising her hands to defend herself.

Jonul licked the blood off his finger with a
smug smile. The sound of his wet lick and the evil grin when he
slowly reached under his bed and triumphantly pulled out some rope
made Aya scream “No” with panic.

The mattress was up against the wall and the
room was so small that it only had the bed, a closet, and a night
table. Jonul was blocking the only way to the door. Aya got up on
her feet and pressed herself against the wall while frantically
looking to the window. It was blocked like in the kitchen and
offered no escape. Jonul was closing in on her and with a vile
grimace he reached for her. Aya sneered like a trapped jungle cat
fighting for survival, and every time he got close to her she
kicked and scratched him. It didn’t take him long to catch her
kicking leg in the air and pull her down with great force. Aya
screamed as she looked up into Jonul’s angry eyes and saw his fist
coming straight at her face.

When Aya regained consciousness Jonul had
stripped her naked and just finished tying her to the mattress. Her
legs and arms were spread out to all four corners of the bed and
Jonul was leaning over her with a devilish grin. He just stood
there soaking up her fear and enjoying her powerlessness.

“Look at me,” he commanded and because Aya was
so afraid, she did. She needed to see what he was up to.

“Call me Master.”

“Never!” Aya cried.

Slowly he moved to the side of the bed and
stuffed her panties into her mouth, making it impossible for her to
speak and hard for her to breathe.

“You belong to me,” Jonul snarled and grabbed
her breast with a painful squeeze. His hands moved over her body
and he bowed down and licked her belly with a growl like a beast
about to devour its prey. “We are going to have so much fun
together, and you will call me Master.” As he spoke he got up and
moved back to the front of the bed where he stared at her with
horny eyes while taking off his black uniform.

Aya tried to scream but only dampened sound came
out because of her stuffed mouth, and her nostrils worked overtime
to help her breathe. Her resistance only seemed to arouse Jonul,
and as he stood still watching her squirm he started touching
himself.

“Don’t worry, doll, I will make you calm. I’ve
broken in slaves before, and you
will
surrender to me.”

Aya was horrified by the sight of Jonul
pleasuring himself and the thought of what was to come next. She
closed her eyes to block out the sight of his big hairy body and
heard him laugh in a low, hoarse, and cruel way.

“Soon you will be a good obedient girl, Aya
Johansen, and you will learn to do exactly
what
I ask you
to…
when
I ask you to. We can do this every day, as many
times as it takes for you to surrender and accept that from now on,
my wish is your command.”

Jonul was now completely naked. Aya felt him
crawl onto the bed between her legs, and with a strong grip around
her thighs he pulled her closer to him and lifted her slightly.
“Let me see what is mine.” He touched her pubic area and made a
satisfied moan.

Aya couldn’t see him as she was still squeezing
her eyes closed, but she felt him move up her body and kneel over
her chest. She opened one eye and saw his hard erection staring her
in the face. The man clearly had never heard of grooming, and
because Aya was forced to breathe through her nose the acidic smell
of him made her turn her head with disgust. The odor from his cock
and balls was unbelievably rancid, like old cheese, and it
automatically set off her gag reflex. With him on top and no way
for her to turn around and the panties blocking her mouth, she was
afraid she was going to choke on her own vomit. Aya couldn’t get
air into her lungs. Her eyes watered and her face turned tomato red
with all the veins on her neck standing out.

“What the fuck!!” Jonul squeezed her chin and
shouted angrily into her ear while removing her panties so she
could breathe again. Even without the panties it was hard to
breathe properly with him on top of her.

Jonul looked at the panties in his hand and with
the other hand he pushed Aya’s head down into the mattress, forcing
her to lie completely still. For a second she was sure he was going
to put the panties back into her mouth.

“Please… I need to breath,” she begged with her
eyes wide open.

“Which should it be…?” he said slowly and leaned
forward, letting his cock slide down over her face. Aya closed her
eyes, and even though she had just been struggling to breathe she
held her breath and felt him move his cock over her tight-lipped
mouth, her nose and forehead. He was rubbing himself against her
and then his thumb started pressing down on her chin.

“Open your mouth, slave,” he said and pulled
back.

Aya kept her mouth closed but opened her eyes
and pinned him with a decisive glance that told him what she was
thinking:
If you come closer I’ll bite as hard as I can.

The hatred in her eyes made him grin. “Maybe
I’ll wait with that part. That’s okay, you have two other holes we
can start with”

Aya was powerless when Jonul leaned down and
kissed her face and licked her neck.

“Uhm, you smell good, slave,” he moaned and
twisted her nipples painfully while working himself into position
to take her. He was rough, and because her legs were already pulled
apart and tied to the bed all she could do to fight his rape was
wriggle like crazy, making it impossible for him to penetrate her.
Jonul’s breathing got faster as he tried to get a good grip on her
hips, and he cursed her for not lying still while he searched for
the right place to enter. Aya could feel his dirty cock press
against her entrance and realized she couldn’t avoid what was going
to happen now. He would rape her and she couldn’t stop it. Every
particle in her body screamed NO and she shouted for him to
stop.