Array Ashley - Murderville

“Stop! What are you doing?” Liberty shouted, kicking her legs in protest as two women tried to force her legs into the stirrups. “What are you doing?!”

One of the women came to the side of the bed and spoke calmly. “Relax, Liberty. My name is Dr. Kapoor, and I am here to give you a medical examination. The woman at the foot of the bed is one of my nurses. We are not here to harm you in any way. In fact, it won’t even hurt. You will feel a slight discomfort, but it isn’t painful. We are just giving you a pap smear,” the woman said.

“A pap what?” Liberty asked as she panted angrily and sat up fully.

“It’s a medical test that will tell us if you have any sexually transmitted diseases or any issues with cervical cancer. It’s just a precaution to make sure that you are healthy. We will also perform a routine physical when we are done,” the doctor explained. “Lay back and try to relax. I promise it will not hurt.”

Liberty reluctantly lay on her back as her legs were hoisted into the stirrups at the end of the bed. She cringed as they performed the procedure feeling more violated than she had in a long time, but as promised there was no pain. Samad entered the room while her legs were spread wide open and she turned her head in shame. She didn’t even know him and he was standing at the foot of the bed, peering at her insides as if he was entitled to.

“How does everything look?” he asked the doctor.

“Looks good. Very healthy considering,” the doctor replied discreetly. “I’ll have to test her cultures to verify, but this one is in good shape.”

The instruments and fingers were removed from Liberty’s womanhood, and she quickly snapped her legs shut as she watched Samad walk to the head of the bed.

He stroked her hair gently but she jerked her neck to the side, clearly upset.

“You’re displeased with me?” he asked.

“You could have let me wake up first before you had them pry my legs open,” she snapped.

“I could have, but I did not,” he answered simply.

“I don’t have AIDS or no bullshit like that,” she said, slightly insulted. “If you even thought so why would you pay so much for me?”

“I did not get where I am today by making assumptions, Liberty. The only thing I know to be fact is what I witness with my own eyes and ears. You are addicted to heroin, am I right?” he asked. Liberty lowered her eyes and didn’t respond. “And you have slept with a lot of men for money?” Samad continued, asking probing questions that pointed out just how seedy Liberty’s life before him had been. Still she didn’t answer, but her silence was all Samad needed to know that he was speaking the truth.

“I am just taking the proper precautions, Liberty. Please understand,” he stated. Seeing that she was upset, Samad grabbed her hand. “Come on. I have a surprise for you. A new wardrobe and some expensive jewelry always make a woman feel better.”

Liberty got out of the bed and followed Samad to the walk-in closet. He went over to the wall where a 42-inch LCD monitor sat. A number pad was displayed on the screen, and Liberty watched as he punched in a four-digit code. One of the walls in the closet slid to the right, opening up a hidden room that was illuminated in blue light. Liberty gasped as she looked at the showcases of jewelry that sparkled inside. Beautiful stones of rubies, emeralds, diamonds, and onyx, lay inside. Her hands shook as she walked around the room, her fingers lightly touching the glass cases that held the expensive pieces.

“Is this all yours?” she asked in amazement.

“Now it is all yours,” he answered, while standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

She stopped when she got to a necklace that caught her eye. The black diamonds set in platinum called out to her. “It’s so pretty,” she said.

Samad reached into the case and removed it before stepping up behind Liberty and putting it around her neck.

“I can give you the world beautiful,” Samad whispered in her ear. “All it takes is your cooperation and obedience.”

The things he whispered in her ear were so enticing that she found herself spreading her legs as he reached his hand between them and began rubbing her clit. There was nothing attractive about Samad, but his lifestyle was gorgeous and the authority that he held when dealing with her made her wet. She loved his take-charge attitude and as he dipped his fingers in her love box she moved with his rhythm, fucking his hand and growing hotter by the second. The mirrors that surrounded the room reflected their heated sex session as Samad bent her over the glass showcase and entered her from behind. She had never had raw sex before. She always made her clients strap up and when he entered her without protection she tensed slightly.

“Relax,” he said. “I want to pump you full of babies. You are mine now.”

Liberty closed her eyes remembering that Samad had purchased her for the long term. He’s right. I am his. He wouldn’t have paid so much money for me if he didn’t want to keep me around, she thought. She threw her hips back onto his shaft as he stroked her from behind. His uncircumcised penis felt strange and his extra skin felt out of place as it rubbed against the lips of her vagina but she pushed all of that to the back of her mind as she put on a performance. She went to work, going through the motions, but deep inside she felt cheap. Not even the half-million dollar price tag on her head helped to increase her self-worth. She went through the motions until she was sure that Samad was satisfied.

“Go get cleaned up and then meet me in the garment room. I have a completely new wardrobe for you,” Samad said. “Nothing but the world’s best fabrics is good enough to grace this skin.”

She did as she was told and as she washed her body she realized why all of the other girls had dreamt about being chosen by Samad. He treated her well, but her heart wasn’t in it. She would meet his expectations, but she couldn’t help but wonder when a man would live up to hers. It had been so long since she had felt the nervous butterflies that came with new love that she had forgotten how good it felt. She knew that her life was missing something, however. Even with her newfound independence she still felt trapped… cheap… worthless. Not even Samad’s abundance of wealth could buy back the pieces of her soul that she had sold over the years. She enjoyed the shower so much that she let the water run cold and then quickly exited the bathroom. She noticed a short silk kimono lying on the bed and she wrapped herself up in it before going to search for Samad. The estate was so enormous that she didn’t waste time going from room to room. She hit the button on the intercom system and said, “Samad… where are you?”

“I’m in the garment room on the west wing. Come out of the room and make a right… just keep walking until you get to the end of the corridor,” he explained.

Liberty couldn’t help but chuckle as she shook her head and went to find the room. Expecting Dolce, Prada, and Fendi she grew excited thinking about all of the fine threads that Samad had waiting for her. As she stepped into the room her face fell in confusion as she saw the odd looking clothing hanging off the many racks.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“These are called burqas,” Samad said as he removed one of the full body coverings. “I made sure the seamstress made them of the highest quality.”

Liberty frowned slightly as she looked at the traditional Muslim garment. The room was full of them.

Where are the designer clothes… my Gucci and Louboutin? she thought as she tried to hide her shock. This was definitely not what she had expected. Samad had thrown her for a loop.