I'm really excited to write this chapter! I have been staying away from Tarja to build the suspense and now I'm so excited to just show you what's going on with her! Enjoy!
"You have ten more minutes until we open for the night, women! Hurry it up you whores!" Usman shouted at the myriad of young girls, all nude and dressing into their courting outfits for the night. There was fear in the air, and resentment. All the girls living at the brothel were bought by Usman, and all wanted their freedom more than anything. The girls hurried and dressed as they always did. The new ones hesitated with Usman standing and watching them. Among these new girls was Tarja. She began sliding off her usual brown dress, but hesitated when her hands began to shake.
"You there!" Usman shouted in Tarja's direction. Her heart sank and she hurried in taking off her dress. Usman walked over to her as Tarja pretended to not notice. She was fully naked now. Usman took her by the neck and pulled her face to his. He examined her as a merchant examined his goods. Usman finally looked into her eyes after he groped her breasts. "You are so fortunate to be the kind of woman a man would pursue," he sneered and pushed her face to the side and began to walk away. Tarja froze and put a hand to her face, beginning to tear up. She choked back her tears when Usman turned and called for her attention. "Take out that braid, men hate that," he barked and walked out of the dressing rooms. Tarja held her breath for a few more seconds and fell to her knees in tears and whimpers, completely naked. A few girls turned their heads at her, but then quickly resumed in their own business for fear of being punished.
Tarja sat there for a few minutes before swallowing her tears and standing up. She began to dress herself and wipe her nose and eyes of any evidence of her crying. She wanted Malik, her home…and Altair. She had been fooled into thinking she could escape her life and go into one of solitude; a nun. All she wanted was to leave her old life behind and start fresh, and in a sense, she was.
"Women!" Usman shouted unpleasantly from the main courting room. Tarja quickly gasped and tied the rest of her clothes on, which consisted of a patterned blue wrap skirt exposing most of her leg, a wrap cloth over her chest, exposing much of her chest, and several pieces of extravagant jewelry. She then rushed to follow the group of girls who had already begun to leave, taking out her braid as she walked. Her hair was kinked and wavy, and she took one last look into the mirror before stepping through the curtains into the main court room. A woman dressed in pink beside her looked over at Tarja and stared for a few seconds.
"What is it?" Tarja asked timidly, noticing her stare.
"Have you been penetrated before?" the woman asked. Tarja gasped and blushed at this question, then slowly shook her head no. The woman frantically looked around, and pulled a blue handkerchief from a hook hanging on the wall next to where the curtains were. She turned and handed it quickly to Tarja. "Here, you need to put this over your face. Usman will beat you if you don't show your purity to the men here," she said. Tarja looked at her with desperate eyes, and froze. The woman sighed and looked back at the crowd of growing men. "The best way to survive here is to just….obey," she said. Tarja's breathing began to quicken, and she took the handkerchief from the woman's hand and tied it over her nose and mouth quickly. She looked out at the sea of men, wanting her body, and felt the blood drain from her face. She then looked back to the woman dressed in her pink harem pants and the same breast covering as her. Her black hair was tied high up into a ponytail, and her eyes were decorated with thick black lining from charcoal. Tarja spoke,
"I'm Tarja," she said. The woman looked over at her.
"Turunen," she said and turned back to the crowd. Usman stepped up in front of the girls and faced the men. He was a heavyset man, and dressed in lavish purple robes and plentiful rings to display his wealth.
"Welcome, men!" he said to the sea of men, some old, some young, some bearded, some rich, and some poor. Tarja swallowed hard. Usman spoke of the brothel and the girls, objectifying them. Tarja couldn't bear to listen. She only thought of her home, Malik, and of Altair. That was her comfort. Soon, Usman finished talking, and the girls all turned to walk down a few steps into the community area. Tarja was caught off guard, and reluctantly walked with the girls. She looked around at them frantically, for any face of fear like hers to identify with. Then she looked in front of her at Turunen, and wanted to be with her so badly.
When the crowd of girls scattered, Tarja was alone. She looked around her and saw them talking with men at tables that were embellished with cloths of golds and purples and reds. The women all knew how to act here, and Tarja did not. She then felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability, and she scanned the room quickly for Turunen, and then spotted her talking with 3 men at a booth dressed in red. She hurried over to her table and sat down on the end seat, next to a middle-aged man with a tired face. She looked at Turunen, who gave her a confused look. Tarja then looked over at the man next to her, who was eating her alive with his stare. Tarja's heart sank, and she started to stand quickly to leave the booth, but the man had a firm grasp of her wrist, and was not about to let go. Tarja froze.
What now? He had her chained. If she made a scene, Usman would punish her, but if she complied, she would lose all her dignity, and all her privacy.
Tarja sat down slowly next to the man with an emotionless face, which was covered by the cloth on her face. The man leaned over to her slowly and whispered in her ear with a gnarly voice,
"I see the cloth on your face." He leaned back and Tarja didn't dare look him in the eye, so she stayed still. The man loosened his grip on her wrist and gently slid it to her thigh under the table and began to caress it. Tarja glanced at Turunen, who was busy flirting with the other two men, and didn't pay attention to her. So badly Tarja wanted to scream and escape back to Masayaf. She wanted her life back. Tarja felt tears well up in her eyes, and she did something very desperate. She leaned in close to the man next to her and whispered back,
"Please take me home, I am so scared, please get me out of here," she said and leaned back to where she was, shaking. She felt the man burning a stare into her face, but didn't look back. The next thing she felt was the man's hand in between her legs, caressing her very close to her sex, and making her shiver even more. He then leaned close again and hissed in her ear,
"Your fear is making me want your purity even more." Tarja's face turned pale, and she began to pant heavily. She felt the sweat under her skin start to leak through and drip down her face. She didn't dare to move, she was too afraid to do anything. Then, the man's hand was on her sex, and inside her sex. Tarja felt a scream rise in her throat, but swallowed it, and did nothing….
"Hold still, and stretch your legs out more," Tarja complied to this same man's wishes, still fear-stricken. He had her on her back in one of the private rooms of the brothel, separated from the commune by a tall, purple curtain. The room was littered with royal-looking pillows, and empty wine goblets. Tarja lay on her back, her breasts pulled from the wrap, and her sex exposed from her wrap. The man was over her now, ready to penetrate her now. He reached up to her face and pulled off the cloth defining her virginity and threw it to the side. "You are no longer a virgin," he said and touched his penis to the skin of her vagina. Tarja mentally curled into a little ball and felt more tears well in her eyes. They leaked out the sides silently and Tarja refused to look the man in the eye. She traveled back to Masayaf in her thoughts and the only picture she could conjure up was Altair.
The man pushed himself into her as far as he could and caught Tarja by surprise. The feeling of it in her made her scream out loud as loud as she could. He didn't stop. He pulled back out and went back in, over and over, faster and faster. Tarja stopped screaming and whimpered instead with each thrust. She didn't want this. It was the most painful thing she had ever felt. She wanted to push him aside and run home, she wanted to be free again. She then realized another thing: she didn't want this man to be the one to have her virginity. She wanted it from someone else.
She wanted Altair.
Tarja felt a rush of pain and was distracted from her thoughts. This man showed her no mercy. She clutched onto a pillow near her hand and shut her eyes, begging, praying for it to end soon. The man would grunt every now and then, and she chose not to listen. She traveled again back to Masayaf, into Altair's gentle embrace, but then she felt something else. She felt…good. As much as his flesh in her hurt and over stretched, she felt an underlying sense of pleasure. She sneered at herself at the feeling.
The man's pace was very fast now, and Tarja felt a rush of feeling through her entire body as she let out a painful sound of desperation. The man finally pushed himself inside her as hard and far as he could, and squeezed her hips, Tarja screamed. Something was flowing through her insides and she couldn't stop it. The man then came out suddenly and stood, pulling Tarja to her knees by her long hair, resulting in a scream.
"Open your mouth!" he ordered. Tarja cried and whimpered, but opened her mouth. The man shoved himself into her mouth and grabbed her scalp, moving it back and forth against him. It tasted of impurity, and loathing. She gagged on him a few times, and this time, truly prayed for salvation. The man made some strange noises then went as far back in her throat as he could. Tarja's eyes watered with sensitivity, and she held her gag. She felt him tense up, and then felt a warm liquid in her mouth. It tasted foul, and made her want to throw up. The man then eased in his muscle and pulled out of her mouth and released her hair. Tarja froze, the liquid still in her mouth, then leaned to the side to spit it out. The man saw this, and slapped her quickly, leaving a red mark on Tarja's face.
Tarja panicked, and looked up to him. His face was full of lust, and anger. "Swallow it. All of it," he said. Tarja mentally gasped, and her heartbeat sped up. She tried to swallow it, but couldn't bring herself to. Once again, she leaned over to spit it out. Once again, the man slapped her, but harder. "Swallow it, or I'll hurt you," he said, threateningly. Tarja felt a fear so intense she had never felt in her life. She was at his whim. She was required to do what he said, however degrading or humiliating, or face the consequences. She closed her eyes, and swallowed the foul liquid, and felt every molecule of it slide down her throat, and into her stomach. She grimaced, and gagged. The man smirked, and turned to put his robes back on. Tarja leaned over, feeling a wave of sickness. The man was clothed now, and looked back at Tarja once more before leaving the room back to the commune, off to pursue another innocent woman. Tarja felt relief in her stomach, but also a feeling of convulsing.
She threw up.
Well well well! What drama! And I updated early! HOORAY! Okay so now I embark of school projects so you may not hear from me for at most another week but I will try my hardest! Toodles!