7.1 ~ Nadia: One.

 

Where Sergeant Beta went, Noor and I had to go. He woke us early, speared our holes while we knelt on the bed, then after uncuffing us, took us to breakfast in the dining hall, where Sergeant Talar was waiting for us. Dressed in out navy-blue shorts, and light blue singlets, we heated our chicken fried rice in the microwave, then sat down with the Fitness instructors to eat our breakfast.

It wasn't long before Emad entered the hall, carrying two cases, and brought them over to the table. "I'll leave these here while I fetch my breakfast," he said to the Sergeant.

"What's the assimilation training camp like, Sir?" Noor asked Talar once his attention returned to us.

"It's like a prison but different," he replied. "You get taught a trade if you stay there for any length of time. Trouble is there's so many feral sprogs like you, the camps are full to overflowing."

"I'm a reformed character, Sir," Noor said cheekily.

The muscular Sergeant paused with his coffee mug near his lips. "Reformed? You don't know the meaning of the word."

"Is the camp far, Sir?" I asked.

"No, It's about a twenty-minute drive. This base and Al Qoua ATC come under the same military jurisdiction."

"What sort of training do the inmates get?" Noor asked.

At our ATC? Sewing, needlework and respect for authority. They make military uniforms there."

Emad arrived with his tray and placed his plate next to mine. After removing the other items, he put the tray on the floor under the bench and sat down beside me.

"Have trouble getting up, Emad?" Talar asked him.

"No, but are all the beds so hard on this base?"

Sergeant Beta laughed. "You city boys fall apart when your luxuries are taken away."

While the Sergeants joked around and gave Emad a hard time, Noor and I gazed at each other. Sometimes smiling, sometimes pulling faces, we laughed at each other and were thankful we had some memories. We had a good night together, thanks to Sergeant Beta, but we were about to go our separate ways.

As soon as Emad finished his breakfast, Sergeant Talar led us out of the dining hall and across to the large shed where the blue box containing the restraints had been placed. The first item he picked out was a maroon tunic, which I had to swap for the shorts and singlet I was wearing. The others watched me change in the cool early morning air. It was another beautiful day, but it was only 7am so the low sun wasn't giving off a lot of heat.

As soon as I had changed, Beta took the items from me, then Sergeant Talar padlocked the chain belt around my waist and closed the handcuffs on my wrists. The leg irons consisted of a short heavy-duty chain connecting two leather cuffs. When the muscular fitness trainer knelt to fasten them in place, Noor took the opportunity to come closer and give me a friendly kiss and a hug.

"I'll be coming tomorrow, Na, so I'll see you then."

"I'm sure you will. I'll warn the camp..."

She laughed and poked me in the tummy, knowing I couldn't defend myself because of my restrained wrists. "I'll get you back."

"Time to go. They're expecting you before eight," the fitness instructor said.

"Thanks, Beta. See you tomorrow Noor..." Talar took hold of my upper arm and led me away, toward the corner of the shed.

"See you soon, Na," Noor shouted just before I turned the corner.

I was sure that she would be chosen by the selectors. If they didn't, then they were fools. Our transport was an army Humvee. Sergeant Talar opened the passenger door and helped me in by scooping me off my feet and sitting me on the back seat. Emad went around the other side and climbed in beside me with his cases.

The handsome young solicitor was wearing a grey suit, white shirt and maroon tie. He looked like a rookie on his first case. I was glad he was accompanying me and that he was going to join the government's VLD team. While the huge vehicle sped through the desert, Emad tried to explain his role without making it sound too awful.

Having to value girls, then put them up for auction, was contrary to every value of western society. However, I was in the Emirates where it was still a fact of everyday life for the billionaire sheiks to own and trade young women like cars or commodities. I was in restraints because I was foolish and stepped into a trap without realizing it.

The whole journey was across the desert on military roads. I spotted three tanks parked at the side of the road and other military vehicles on side roads leading off the one we were travelling along.

"We're passing the tank firing range on the right, Emad," The Sergeant said.

I looked past Emad and spotted more tanks sitting on the crest of a hill. "Thanks again, Emad for everything you've done for me."

He came closer and placed his hand on my thigh. I was genuinely grateful to him and hoped I would see him again. I stared into his eyes and opened my thighs, inviting him to touch me one last time.

"God, it's terrible when you get an itch and you can't rub it," I said softly so that only Emad could hear over the noise of the rumbling engine.

He moved his hand up and gently stroked my soft lips. "If I can, I will track you down and see how you're doing..." He eased a finger into my furrow and teased my clit. "Our paths are bound to cross tomorrow and on the day of the auction..."

"We're at the camp, Emad," The Sergeant announced.

Emad withdrew his fingers and stroked the inside of my thigh as the Humvee approached a pair of double gates which were opening ahead of us. Sergeant Talar had a chat with the guard who studied his credentials. Then, after a brief look in the window at us to satisfy himself we were who we said we were, he waved us through.

Once we were parked, near what looked like the administration building, Talar came around, lifted me out and set me on my feet. A young soldier, who had just emerged from the single-story building, approached Sergeant Talar. "Sohail, you old fox. Just the one thrall today?" 'Sergeant Bilal' was printed on a golden badge above the left breast pocket of his camouflaged shirt.

"There will be three more later. Actually, Kareem, I'm delivering Emad Marwan..." He waited for the young solicitor to arrive by his side. "He's joining the VLD team. Mr. Kashif sent the thrall because her paperwork is complete."

The soldier perked up and became more business-like when he turned to Emad. "Welcome to Al Qoua, Mr. Marwan. I've been expecting you. I'll take you inside in a minute."

"No Hurry, Sergeant," the young solicitor replied.

Bilal returned his attention to the Sergeant Talar. "Are you okay taking the thrall to reception, Kareem, while I sort Mr. Marwan out?"

"No problem. I need the file, Emad," Sergeant Talar said.

The young solicitor dropped his large suitcase and opened his briefcase, whereupon he handed the file to Sergeant Talar. I spotted, in his briefcase, the awful photograph of me lying naked on the hood of the Ferrari. Our eyes met for a second before he snapped the case shut. I gave Emad a wan smile and tried to wave with my cuffed hand.

"Come on, Sprog." Talar said, tucking the file under his arm and taking hold of my elbow.

We crossed the carpark at an angle, so I was able to watch Emad until he entered the building. Once again, I was on my own and about to be left in a camp where everyone was a stranger and might possibly be hostile toward me. Shuffling along, taking small steps, I was vulnerable without panties on and depressed because I didn't have a single possession in the world...