Chapter Sixteen
The sheikh lounged in the chair in a quilted bathrobe, a crystal glass of scotch in one hand, his bare outstretched legs resting on the footstool. A lewd grin split his dense beard as he spoke in his native tongue into a mobile phone, his eyes crawling disgustingly over Susie and Sophie as he clearly gloated to an acquaintance about his afternoon of sexual distractions.
The two girls lay on the bed in each other’s arms, Susie watching him with distaste, a drowsy Sophie resting her head on Susie’s chest, her hair being stroked.
The conversation over, he flipped the phone shut, placed it on the occasional-table, swallowed his drink in one, and stood up. He walked casually across to where they lay, and Susie cringed as she thought it was all about to start again. As he reached the side of the bed, close to Susie’s face, he parted the robe and indicated his flaccid penis.
‘I go for shower, now,’ he said. ‘When I come back you worship me again.’ He lifted his penis, sniggering childishly. ‘You kiss it and put it in your mouth, and then I do to you what I do to your sister just now...’ he licked his lips. ‘I like your bottom very much too.’
Susie couldn’t believe their ordeal wasn’t yet over.
He went into the adjoining bathroom, humming tunelessly, and she wondered what on earth she should do now she’d at last found Sophie. She looked around the room hopelessly, and then her gaze fell upon the mobile phone...
‘Sophie,’ she whispered, gently shaking her shoulder, barely daring to believe the opportunity that may have just presented itself. ‘Sophie,’ she said again, more urgently.
‘Mm?’
‘Sophie, do you know where this place is?’ she asked, her pulse beginning to race.
Sophie lifted her cheek from the warm comfort of Susie’s soft breast. ‘Yes, of course I do,’ she said. ‘Raoul trusts me - I’m one of his favourites.’
‘Oh, you wonderful girl!’ Susie beamed, and gave her sister a huge kiss...
Five minutes later both girls were dressed, and Sophie waited by the bedroom door while Susie carefully put the phone back from just where she’d picked it up. They could hear the shower water still cascading and the odious sheikh still humming out of tune. Slipping from the bedroom, they darted stealthily across the reception room to the door. Susie grasped the handle, still a little unsure of how to get away from the house, but with adrenaline coursing through her veins.
‘Are you ready?’ she whispered, and Sophie nodded. ‘Come on then,’ she said, and turned the handle.
But the door wouldn’t move.
‘What’s the matter?’ Sophie asked, concern evident in her voice.
‘It... it won’t open,’ Susie said, trying the door again - and again in increasing earnest.
‘Well, well, well,’ Raoul tutted, and the two girls spun round, the colour draining from their faces. ‘What a huge disappointment you both are.’ He was smiling enigmatically, sitting in a high wing-backed leather chair, screened from their view as they’d crept across the room. ‘Thank goodness for intuition,’ he continued smoothly, toying with a key, eyeing the two girls pressing back against the door, ‘because I had a feeling something like this would occur.’
He stood and smoothed down his dark tunic. ‘Now,’ he went on, ‘if you’d both follow me,’ and he turned and went back into the bedroom.
By the time the fearful girls joined him the sheikh was there too, looking a little bemused in the bathrobe, his hair damp and in need of a comb.
‘Look, we - ’ Susie started desperately, not really sure of what she was going to say, but Raoul silenced her with a fierce glare.
‘We’ll talk about where you thought you were going or what you thought you were going to do a little later,’ he said calmly. ‘But in the meantime I believe you owe my esteemed guest an apology.’
The sheikh babbled something to him, clearly unsure of what was occurring, but Raoul answered him briefly and turned back to Susie and Sophie. ‘A little indication of your remorse for behaving so rudely would be appropriate, don’t you think?’ he said, and then the sheikh followed his invitation to sit on the edge of the bed.
‘But this time I’ll stay and make sure you pay him the proper respect due,’ he added, and sat in the empty chair, casually crossing his legs. ‘Well? We’re waiting.’
Both girls looked at the sheikh, then at Raoul, and then back to the sheikh. Susie knew it was hopeless, and her stomach churned at the prospect of what might happen once they’d followed Raoul’s orders. She took Sophie’s hand, gave it a squeeze of encouragement, and led her over to the sitting Arab. They knelt, and Susie took the lead, reaching for the sash at his waist and tugging it loose. The robe fell open to reveal his already stiffening cock lying amongst his black pubic bush. Gulping nervously, she took the column of flesh in her hand, lifted the bulbous helmet, and took a deep breath, preparing herself for the task.
The sheikh obviously savoured the reluctance etched on their faces, for his cock expanded to full erection in Susie’s fingers and before their eyes.
‘Let me,’ Sophie volunteered in hushed tones, and Susie watched as her lovely innocent face slowly sank towards the man’s hairy groin, her lips peeling apart as they touched the pulsing tip. Susie held it for her, and the man exhaled heavily as Sophie’s warm wet mouth closed over him.
Susie raised her gaze and looked at Raoul, throwing him a silent challenge, warning him that revenge would be hers. But he merely returned the look, arrogant amusement dancing in his eyes...
And then he tensed, cocking his head slightly, hearing something that hadn’t yet reached Susie’s ears. But a second later she heard it too.
Sirens!
Sirens and many vehicles approaching the house up the long gravel drive at a rapid pace. Raoul jumped to his feet, took a couple of strides towards the door, stopped; flustered; panicking. Triumph rose in Susie’s heart as she watched him floundering. The sheikh, suddenly aware that something was gravely amiss, was obviously torn between the delights of Sophie’s bewitching mouth and the need to react to the imminent emergency.
‘What the - ?’ Raoul blurted, and then he saw the mobile phone lying innocently on the occasional-table, and understanding dawned on his face. He looked at his revered guest, cursed quietly, and then looked at Susie, his expression one of resignation and admiration.
‘What a shame,’ he said. ‘I had big plans for you.’
The alarm was raised by the newsroom immediately after receiving Susie’s hushed and urgent telephone call, and the police operation to storm the house was launched within minutes. The surprised occupants were rounded up, and Raoul and his dark-suited cronies were led away in handcuffs, Raoul smiling enigmatically the whole time, even as, outside on the drive, he was manhandled into a secure van.
Savage threw Susie a vicious look as she also disappeared inside the bowels of the van, and Susie shuddered to think what perverted acts had awaited her at the hands of that loathsome woman had she not thwarted them just in time.
Interpol was contacted and Raoul’s identity had been swiftly established. ‘Just a Colombian freelancer,’ the police superintendent had called him, explaining how he’d fallen out with the boss of his cartel after being caught ravishing his two daughters, and escaped punishment by managing to flee to Britain.
‘But he was still well connected in South America,’ the officer went on, ‘hence the ready supply of drugs. He’s a nasty piece of work, and no mistake. It’s a good job we have him.’
Seeing the admiring gaze of the policemen and her editor, Susie had swelled with pride, though it counted for nothing compared to the safe return of her sister. And evidently any praise only lasted momentarily as far as the editor was concerned, because very soon there would be another Sunday edition to fill, and he made it extremely clear that it was Susie’s job to help fill it.
‘So, tell me again where we’re going?’ asked Sophie, as she settled back in the seat of Susie’s old car. It was mid-morning the following day, and they’d been driving for almost an hour.
‘It’s a little place called Kingscombe,’ replied Susie. ‘There’s a man there I have to go and see. And I want you to meet him.’ Susie remembered the greedy look in the vicar’s eyes when she’d mentioned lusting after another female.
‘He’s the local vicar,’ she explained. ‘But don’t let that put you off. I think you’ll like him... and I know he’ll just love you.’ She smiled happily, feeling beautifully relaxed now the recent traumas were behind them. ‘And after we’ve sorted him out,’ she continued, ‘we’ll go back home, let mum spoil us rotten, and take care of Hugh.’
She patted Sophie gently on the thigh. More gently and at greater length than a sister really should, but then, they weren’t strictly sisters at all, she thought to herself, and let her hand inch a little higher as she scanned the winding country lane for a nicely secluded lay-by...