The Search for Amairah Ch. 02

Meera shuddered at his words as he continued pounding her. It was a strange mixture of physical pleasure with emotional distress of her impending fate. It almost gave her the illusion that she was enjoying the idea of begin degraded like an object. Fresh tears of shame streamed down her eyes.

"Once I am bored with you," he said with an evil smile, "I'll let my friends fuck you. Some of them like to insert object that will stretch you up real good and will help you take one step towards your goal of becoming a loose cunt. And I can already feel how wet your cunt is, you are already horny, aren't you?"

Meera just squirmed helplessly under him. Perhaps it was the pill that Fatima gave her, but she was now beginning to drown in sexual pleasure. She could feel his hard cock going in an out of her. Her sexual sensations peaked and her body convulsed in orgasm, accepting his invasion, giving him a clear message that she really enjoyed her degradation.

Qais smiled at the defeated look on her face. He had taken her against her will and make her enjoy it. She felt like she had absolutely no control over herself.

"You got big breasts," he said grabbing her boobs, "Maybe I might breed you. Some of my friends love fucking pregnant sluts. I am sure you are going to love taking cocks up your loose pussy with a cute little baby bump. And then once the baby is out, we'll milk your big tits like a cow."

"Please don't Master," she begged as she felt his hot rod going in and out of her bringing to the edge of another orgasm. She hated herself for enjoying her humiliation.

"Pray that your holes keep me interested for some time," he said, "Because once I am done with you, your pathetic cunt is going to become a public property for anyone to insert anything in there."

She tear streaked face drowning in pain and humiliation, gave him a sadistic rush. The thought of completely destroying this innocent girl sent waves of pleasure making him shoot his cum inside her wet unprotected pussy. Meera felt completely broken from within.

He barely gave her time to recover, and grabbed her hair and dragged her to the bathroom and forced her to lie down on the bathroom floor. He made her lie on her back and tied her wrists to her knees obscenely exposing her freshly fucked pussy. A streak of blood mixed with cum was flowing out of her pussy. Qais smiled thinking of the evil ideas he had about degrading her eventually.

"Enjoy marinating in my cum, loose cunt," Qais said smiling at the helpless girl.

Meera was visibly trembling. Her dark hair had spread one the bathroom floor like a dark cloud and her breasts shook erratically as she sobbed. She screamed as he turned off the lights. She struggled with the ropes but she was helplessly bound. Qais laughed to see her hopeless struggle. He turned off the lights and closed the door behind him leaving Meera alone in the dark.

Something broke within her that moment. She felt like she wanted to die. She couldn't even move. She cried and screamed but no one listened. The darkness was making her lose sanity. She felt like she began to float in a void. And then she heard Kabir's voice.

(Reference: The Story of Meera -- Chapter 3)

"Hold on, my love," he said, "We'll be reaching the harbour soon."

The stench was so revolting it was making her sick. She needed fresh air. She struggled to move and then she saw a light. She followed the light and she saw a desert road. There was a road sign that read "Lahbab". Kabir held on to her, and when she hugged him, she calmed down. And then there was a bright light. She was standing on a barren land with Kabir and someone washed them with a hose. The cold water made her shiver but it washed off the torturous stink. She could now breathe.

"I've got a fresh pair of clothes for both of you change into," a man said, "Dress up, a car will arrive in 5 minutes and will take you to the harbour. I've spoken to my man there who'll help you get onto the ship."

"Thank you Shadab," Kabir said, "I'll be forever grateful."

"I'm only returning your kindness, Kabir," Shadab said, "And besides, it wouldn't have been possible without your money. Go now, be quick."

Meera heard a vehicle approaching and she ran and hid behind a nearby shelter. She heard footstep. She knew someone was coming for her. She saw a man's silhouette and screamed.

*****

Meera woke up screaming hysterically. Her breath was shallow and ragged, and the disturbing memory of her first ever rape had shaken her completely.

Aryan woke up and got suddenly worried looking at her condition.

"You OK?" he asked.

A fresh stream of tears escaped her eyes and she crawled into his arms and hugged him tight.

"I was only 18 when he..." Meera spoke in a trembling voice, "I was so afraid...and...I..."

Meera was trembling in his arms. She wanted to scream but she just held onto Aryan tightly and didn't speak a word. She just cried bitterly.

Aryan comforted the terrified girl. He showered her with kisses and fondled her gently to help her calm down.

"What would I do without you Aryan?" she said, "You are such a wonderful guy, I pray every day, for your health and long life. May God give you all the happiness there in is the world."

"Hey sweetheart," he said cupping her face, "That really sweet of you."

"If there's anything you want from me...just ask...I'll never say no to you for anything...anything..." Meera said weeping bitterly in his arms.

Aryan saw such innocence in her eyes that he had never seen before. He realized that the memories of the time when she was innocent were now reflecting on her face. He could see in her eyes how deeply she wished that what happened never happened and she could be as sweet and innocent as she once was.

"Meera," he said looking straight into her eyes, "You didn't deserve any of what happened to you, but look how strong you've been through it all. I've never seen a woman as brave and strong and loving as you. For the love of your child, you walked right into the jaws of death, and now you are battling horrible memories...I...I just want you to know how proud I am to call you mine."

Meera smiled at him amongst her tears and hugged him warmly.

"That woman who told me about Amairah," Meera said, "Her name is Fatima. She works for Qais."

"I'll speak to Riz and see if we can find out more about Fatima," Aryan said.

"And the driver who helped me escape, his name is Shadab," Meera said, "It seemed like he was Kabir's friend."

"Alright," Aryan said, "I'll ask Riz to look into it. II'll also him to arrange for some weapons, in case we need them."

Meera nodded and slipped into his arms. Aryan lovingly stroked her back till she fell asleep.

*****

Armaan was smoking quietly in his room in a 5-star hotel in Dubai, looking at Meera's childhood pictures he had taken from her house. Several thoughts were racing in his mind. He then made a few phone calls and traced his old contact. It took him quite some time but after some digging around, he finally managed to connect with Ivan on phone.

"Ivan, this is about something very important," Armaan said, "I really hope you can help me out here."

"Sure, what it about?" Ivan said.

"I've sent you a picture," Armaan said, "I handed her over to one of your men 13 years ago. I want to know what exactly happened to her after that."

Ivan looked at the picture on his phone, and said, "Yeah I remember. You told me she knew something that was bad for you. So, I sent her to a place where that could be dealt with."

"Can you tell me the name of that place?" Armaan asked.

"That was really a long time ago..." Ivan said, "Why are you asking now?"

"Because I had instructed that I wanted her memories erased and then I wanted her given to a family for adoption," Armaan said.

"Yeah, and I passed on those instructions accurately," Ivan said.

"Well," Armaan said, "Whoever you hired did a real lousy job. Not only was she sold as a sex slave and her life utterly ruined, she managed to recover her memories almost completely and caused me some serious trouble. If I wanted to fucking hurt her, I would have just put a bullet in her head! It would have saved us all a lot of trouble. I want to know where she was sent, what exactly happened to her and who is fucking responsible for this!"

"I think it was a psychiatric facility," Ivan said, "Somewhere near Dubai."

"I really need the details Ivan," Armaan said, "And I want them as soon as possible."

"Alright, let me dig into it," Ivan said, "I'll get back to you."

Armaan waited patiently for Ivan's call. Finally, he called.

"It was a psychiatric facility named The Orion," Ivan said, "She was treated by Dr. Zakir Ali, and he did the job you wanted done, dealing with the memories."

"I'm gonna have to ask you for a favor," Armaan said, "I need your man to introduce me to Dr. Ali. I'm going to meet him personally and I want to have an honest conversation about her treatment."

"Not sure if I can make it work," Ivan said, "No one really likes to discuss such things."

"He'll talk alright," Armaan said, "Better for him if he co-operates or I have other ways to make him talk."

"I'll put a word across," Ivan said.

After quite some effort, Ivan managed to arrange Armaan's meeting with the psychiatrist.

Armaan reached the given address and a man greeted him. There was something abnormal about his appearance. The left half of his face, looked different, like it had been reconstructed with plastic surgery, and his left eye was artificial. Armaan stared at him for a moment, but quickly composed himself.

"So...what can I do for you?" Zakir said gesturing Armaan to sit down.

"I'll get straight to the point," Armaan said maintaining an eye contact, "I'm here to talk about her."

Armaan placed Meera's childhood picture on the table.

"I am sure our mutual contact has made it clear that we can trust each other," Armaan said, "I am here to have an honest conversation. This girl was handed over to you. You were asked to erase her memories. I want to know what happened after that."

"Well," Zakir said, "We've never met before but you did make contact through a very trusted source so I guess we can talk."

"So, you remember her?" Armaan said.

"Who can ever forget a girl like her," Zakir said showing the left side of his face, "She is the one who did this to me."

Armaan took a deep breath but wasn't exactly surprised. He knew what Meera was capable of.

"I was being gentle with her," Zakir said, "But this one, she is some sort of an animal. Once she attacked me unprovoked with a rusted nail and stabbed my face repeatedly. I lost one eye. And then I had to really teach her some manners."

Armaan could not digest the fact that Meera attacked so brutally unprovoked. There had to be a trigger. Meera was violent, but she wasn't crazy. She never did things without a reason. Then he looked carefully at Zakir's good eye. His eyes were blue, the same shade as Neil's. Armaan instantly understood the reason behind Meera's violent attack on the doctor.

"So how exactly did you 'teach her manners'?" Armaan asked sternly.

Zakir smiled viciously and said, "Would you like to have a look?"

Armaan nodded.

Zakir played a video he had preserved meticulously. Armaan watched how Meera was repeatedly subjected to electric shocks, and she begged and pleaded to stop.

"That was just the beginning of the fun part," Zakir said with a sadistic gleam in his eyes, "She was afraid of the dark, I used to lock her up in a dark room for hours. Her miserable screams were music to my ears. I tortured her till I was sure she was completely broken."

Armaan just listened to him with a blank expression.

"So what did you do when you were done with her?" Armaan asked.

"Well, I had to undergo 16 plastic surgeries to fix my face and I'll ever get my eye back," Zakir said, "Her punishment had to be fit for her crime. She was exotic and a virgin, such girls sell for a huge price. Not only did I recover my surgery bills, I ensured that she will suffer for the rest of her life by selling her as a sex slave when she turned 18."

"So, it was your bright idea to push her into sex trafficking," Armaan said maintaining a firm eye contact, "You had precise instructions, I believe. You were asked to erase her memories and give her to a family for adoption."

"Instructions my ass," Zakir said bitterly, "Look at my fucking face! She ruined my life and I was just supposed to let her live happily ever after?"

"Who did you sell her to?" Armaan asked.

"Qais Al-Khudair," Zakir said, "He is one of the most powerful men in the city."

"Thank you for your co-operation Dr. Ali," Armaan said extending his hand for handshake.

"Pleasure was all mine," Zakir said shaking hands with him. Armaan's knuckle breaker grip and a firm glare made Zakir nervous. He winced and tried to pull his hand away. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he forced a nervous smile.

*****

Armaan was driving back to his hotel. He got a call from his local informer, Zeeshan. He parked the car and answered the call.

"I have news from the orphanage. Your lovebirds reacted quite a ruckus there today," Zeeshan said, "Apparently the child was there for a week, but was taken by a woman named Yasmin who used to work there. Her address is fake, by the way, so no leads there. I've got a picture of the child from the records; I'll send it to you."

"Thanks," Armaan said, "I also need a picture of the lovebirds. Think you can manage a screenshot of the CCTV footage?"

"Sure," Zeeshan said, "Gimme a moment."

Armaan's phone chimed with incoming messages. He saw a CCTV screenshot of Meera with Aryan. Although she was clad in a burqa, Armaan could still recognize her.

"Why the hell is she wearing a burqa?" Armaan asked.

"To save her ass," Zeeshan replied, "The former owner, Qais did not take her escape kindly. It was a huge dig at his ego, and has inspired his other slaves to try and escape. He's put a price on her head. Anyone recognizes her and informs on her, he'll capture her and skin her alive, along with her lover boy."

"Hmm interesting," Armaan said with a smile.

"I tried following them," Zeeshan said, "But that guy Aryan was too alert. He evaded us and threw off the GPS tracker my man had placed on their car. I am afraid there is no way to trace them now."

"Never mind," Armaan said, "I've got another job for you. I want every detail about this Qais character."

"Sure," Zeeshan said.

Armaan started the car's engine and drove off, planning his next move.

*****

Next morning Aryan was reading the newspaper as Meera was making breakfast.

"Creepy things are happening in the city," Aryan said as he read the newspaper munching on an apple, "Poor dude was fried to crisp by a high voltage electric shock at his own house. The cops are suspecting homicide."

Meera glanced at the paper as she placed her cereal bowl on the table. There was a picture and the name of the victim. She instantly recognized Zakir and her face was cluded with anger. "Serves him right! That son of a bitch fucking deserved it!" she spoke bitterly.

*****

Armaan spent the next 2 days collecting information about Qais. Once he had everything he needed, he sent a word through a trusted source to Qais that he was interested in a meeting.

He got a call from Qais's right hand man Rashid, asking him to come at a specified location at the specific time, unarmed, if he wanted to meet Qais.

Armaan reached the location and waited patiently. It was a secluded place with no one around. A van arrived and a tall man got out of it. Armaan believed him to be Rashid.

"Are you carrying any weapons?" Rashid asked.

"No," Armaan said.

"Put your hands behind your back," Rashid said as he walked towards Armaan with a pair of handcuffs.

"I really don't think this is necessary," Armaan objected.

"If you want to meet the boss, you follow the rules," Rashid said.

Armaan unwillingly let Rashid handcuff him. Rashid made Armaan get into the van. Another man sitting inside the van put a hood over Armaan's head. The drive felt like an eternity. Finally, they reached their destination and Armaan was led out of the van. One man grabbed his arm and led him into a building.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the hood was taken off Armaan's head. He took a moment to adjust to the sudden bright light.

"Stand still," Rashid ordered as he began to frisk Armaan.

He took Armaan's phone, car keys, wallet, almost everything he found on his person. Armaan was visibly offended but chose to remain quiet. Finally, Rashid uncuffed Armaan and led him to another room where Qais was expecting him.

"You have a way of treating guests," Armaan said making a firm eye contact.

Qais chuckled. "You can't be too careful," he said, "Not all guests are friends, some are snakes."

"Well," Armaan said glaring into his eyes, "Then trust me, you don't want a taste of my fangs."

Qais raised an eyebrow at Armaan's remark.

"We need to speak," Armaan said to Qais, referring to Rashid, "In private."

"Oh! he is fine," Qais said, "He is my most faithful dog."

"Well," Armaan said maintaining a firm glare, "If you want to be insulted in front of your faithful dog, so be it."

"What do you mean?" Qais asked.

"You might want to check your phone," Armaan said.

Qais picked up his phone to look and it chimed with an incoming message. It was an email that consisted of details of all his illegal business, the location of his slave harems, the details of his illegal accounts and finances. His face instantly turned pale.

"You are just one of the many powerful men in this city," Armaan said, "I am sure, we both agree that there are many who would love to tear you apart once they get their hands on your dirty secrets. And I have this information right where it needs to be and it will be released if any harm comes to me."

"What do you want?" he asked, in a lowered voice.

"First, an apology for the way your men treated me," Armaan said in a calm but firm tone.

"What are you standing and staring at, you son of a bitch!" Qais shouted at Rashid, "Apologize to him this instant!"

Rashid was taken aback to be yelled at for simply following orders. But he obeyed Qais.

"I am sorry Sir," Rashid said.

"Now get the fuck out of here, you son of a whore," Qais shouted.

Rashid obediently walked out.

"What do you really want?" Qais asked.

"I'm here to talk business," Armaan said placing Meera's picture on the table, "We have a common interest, I believe."

"Yeah this bitch," Qais said, "I have delicious plans for her once I find her."

"She is in this city," Armaan said.

"Really?" Qais said, "She's really got some nerve coming back."

"She is here to find her daughter," Armaan said, "The one she gave birth when she was still your slave."

"What?" Qais said, "No, that child is dead, I had her buried in the desert the moment I found out she wasn't mine."

"That is what you were made to believe," Armaan said, "Someone dropped her off at an orphanage almost 30 miles from here, and the child was later moved from there too."

Armaan placed a picture of Amairah in front of Qais and he immediately recognized the child and his expression darkened.

"Meera was at the orphanage 2 days ago, with a man I believe is her love interest," Armaan said showing Qais the screenshot of the CCTV footage from the orphanage.

"That's her alright," Qais said, "I can recognize this slut even in a burqa."

Qais was now visibly angry. He picked up the phone.

"I want Fatima brought here right now!" he shouted.

There was absolute silence between the two men while they waited for Fatima to be brought to them.

"What do you want out of all this?" Qais asked, "You are certainly not doing this for money."