Servicing the Sheikh

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Chapter 12 (v.1) - A Life For A Life

Submitted: December 05, 2010

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"Don't do it Ali!! I am not worth your life!!" Sarah cried out, desperate hot tears streaming down her pale cheeks and soaking into her black cotton head wrap.
Her attacker just tightened his hold on her neck, sending yet another trickle of blood running down over the blade as it dug into her flesh.
Ali stiffened visibly at her plea, shaking his head he took a shuddering breath "Sarah??" he asked brokenly. The darkness was enough for him to not be able to see the difference of the paleness of her skin through the cut in her clothing, but that voice, Ali could never forget that gentle soft tone that he had heard whisper his name in his dreams many a night since she had come to work for him
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"You know her Sheikh?.... this makes it even better, I shall let you see her face so you can watch me rip  every scream  from her juicy lips as I take her till she bleeds." The man removed the knife long enough to rip away the head wrap, exposing Sarah's terrified face, before jamming the knife back under her jaw once more.

"Pretty little thing isn't she Ali?" the man grinned and started to step back, pulling Sarah with him before he opened the door to the truck and threw Sarah over the seat,
face first. He then pushed his body against her so that she could not rise up before he grabbed a gun from the dash where one of Ali's guards had left it, and he pointed
it at Ali and his guard.
"Move around the other side of the truck, open the door, then sit on the ground....I want you boys to get a good view of this and hear her every squeal. Do you think she
is a screamer?... I hope so" he chuckled.
Ali and the guard did as instructed, they walked around the truck, opened the door, then sat on the ground, glaring at her captor with every step.
Her captor then reached for the interior light, "nothing like a little mood lighting is there sweetheart?" he said grinning widely.
Sarah lifted her face a little, and through the open door in front of her on the other side of the truck, she could see Ali's pained look as he watched her face.
"Just look at me Sarah, only me" he begged her as the captor ran his knife down the waistband of her pants, slicing them wide open before ripping them down and off
her legs.
Sarah was twisting and trying to get loose, but the man only used the back of his knife to send a cracking blow over the back of her skull, making her vision go blurry
as she felt a huge wave of nausea and dizziness asail her, making her drop her head limply back down onto the seat. "Quit kicking me bitch!" The man yelled at her, his attention momentarily distracted as he leaned down smelling Sarah's hair.
That moment was all that Ali needed, as both his guard and himself lept up into action.
Above her, there was a commotion, and Sarah could hear grunts and bumps all around her, but the merry go round in her head was still spinning at full throttle, so she
could not see straight nomatter how hard she tried.
Shaking her head as her vision started to clear a little, Sarah could make out that Ali and the guard had jumped over the bonnet of the truck, and were fighting with her
attacker. The man lunged at Ali, knocking him into his guard, who was sent flying, knocking him into the side of the truck with a sickening thump.
The guard crumpled into the sand in a heap, not moving.
As Ali attempted to straighten after being knocked off balance, the man grabbed him by his arm, and spun him around so that he had him by his neck, and pushed up
againt his chest back on. Instead of going for the throat as he did to Sarah, the man spun his dagger in his hand, and rammed it with a grunt into the back of Ali's
ribcage. Sarah screamed.
Ali barely made a sound or registered the blade that was sunken quite a few inches into his body, he just kept trying to release the mans hand from his throat.
The guard that was on the ground started to stir, and rolled over, seeing his Sheik in a life and death struffle. He tried to sit up, but only wavered, before he looked over
at Sarah who was frozen in place looking paler than a sheet of paper.
The guard rolled over, stretching to reach his gun that he had tossed to the ground only minutes earlier. He pulled the gun to himself, then yelled out to Sarah "Shoot
the bastard!!", as he held out the barrel to her.
Sarah jerked her head to the guard, seeing the gun being held out, she took it on shakey hands and trying her best to stay steady, she pointed it at her attacker, and
pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
 
Sarah tried again and again, but still nothing.
Desperately, Sarah turned the gun around so that she was holding the heavy cold steel barrel. Then swaying slightly still, she stepped up behind her attacker, striking a
pose like a great baseball superstar.
Sarah pulled the gun over her shoulder, winding up, then swung her arms back around and cracked the butt of the gun against the back of the mans head with all the
strength she could muster.

A spray of bright red, warm blood burst  out as the gun connected with the mans skull, and he slumped down onto the ground out cold.
Sarah felt her knees buckle under her, as she grabbed onto the side of the truck for support, and leant over, vommiting onto the sand noisily.
As the retching heaves finally quietened, she felt a hand on her back, rubbing in circles.
She lifted her head weakly, and saw that it was Ali, even though he had a blade still in  his back, he was there trying to offer her support.
She stood up feeling weak, and took his arm in hers as they seemed to brace each other. "You're hurt, we need to get you help sire" her voice small and soft.
Ali using his other hand, unwound his head wrap, then looked her straight in the eye, his face set into a hard mask.
"Don't Sarah, don't call me that" he told her softly, brushing his fingers under her chin.
"But, that is who you are, you are Royalty, and you are our Sheikh, it is only fitting and right."
Ali shook his head forecfully. "No!" he snapped "you saved my life tonight, you shall never bow to me again."
"But you saved my life as well tonight Ali, and in the eyes of your people, I am a criminal, nothing, less than nothing. You should have let me die and saved yourself,
not been a hero and gotten yourself stabbed by that bastard" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as she pulled his robe slightly out of the way of the blade that
was embedded into his flesh.
"We need to get you to a doctor now" she whimpered out, knowing that they only had the broken down truck, and no transport, in the middle of nowhere with a
bleeding Sheikh.
"Calm down Sarah, you are worth more than you can imagine, never doubt it. You have shown yourself to have the heart of a warrior tonight"
Ali's last remaining guard knelt down by unconscious man, and twisted his neck sharply till a sickening crackling noise was heard.
He then  stepped foward towards Sarah and Ali, pulling off his headwrap, revealing a young man in his twenties, with  short black cropped spikey hair, and deep dark eyes. As he came
closer to them, he grinned at Sarah and said "Our sheikh is right Miss Sarah, you have sure got some skills there that have proved to be quite impressive."
Ali turned to  his guard, then addressed him "Rhad, get the medical kit from the truck and get this dagger from my back, you will need to tend it here before we can
travel."
Rhad nodded, then climbed into the truck, pulling a small red backpack our from under the passenger seat before climbing out and opening it onto the hood.
After spreading the backpacks contents out, and finding the items needed, Rhad leant back into the cab of the truck, and turned on the lights, turning them on low.
"Sarah, go to the back of the truck, and find some clothes to wear, and something to eat, you look like you are going into shock." Ali told her gently.
Sarah, looking around in a daze, gazed down at her herself, noting that she was now in a white lacey bra, knichers and boots that were 3 sizes too big.  She, let go of his hand and staggered to the back of the truck, reafing open the latch before climbing into the back to blindly feel her way around.
After she had bumped into a couple of boxes, she felt the soft rolls of the clothing, and undid one, taking the first robe she could find and throwing it over her head. As
she clambered back to the back door, she grabbed the closest box to the doorway, and opened its lid. Feeling inside she could tell the they were bars of some description.
Taking the box with her, she hopped down, and took it with her to the front of the truck.
In the light,  Sarah could see that the bars were in fact energy bar chocolates. "Perfect!" her mind screamed at her. She took out 3 bars, handing one each to Rhad and Ali,
before placing the box on the ground and taking Ali's hand. "Sit down before you fall down" she whispered into his ear.
"Thankyou Sarah" Ali said in a wearly grateful voice as he sank down onto the box, hissing out in pain as he did so.
Rhad, his hands now in gloved, and a wad of gauze in his hand came up behind Ali, and pressing the gauze to the side of the blade, asked Ali "Are you ready sire?."
Ali took a deep breath in, and grabbed hold of Sarah's hands, his lips in a thin strained line and his brow forowed and beaded in sweat, "Do it" he ground out.
Rhad gripped the dagger in one hand, and pulled firmly, pushing the gauze to the wound as the dagger withdrew. In pain, Ali gripped onto Sarah hands so hard, that
she cried out in pain, and he jerked, sending her flying back onto her bottom.
Crimson blood streamed out of the wound, as Rhad put pressure to the incision.

"I am sorry Sarah, are you hurt?" Ali whimpered out trying to hide his pain from her without much sucess.
"I am fine, but you really dont look good Ali, you are going whiter by the second."
Rhad  lifted the gauze, tilting Ali to one side a little so that he could look into the wound. "It appears that the dagger got caught on your ribs sire, so there is no serious
damage done. The wound should only need stitching and rest."
Ali breathed a sigh of relief and his face softened its scowl slightly, "This is good news... please, attend the suturing at once. Sarah, hand me the walkie talkie please, I
need to see that the other trucks got through and send us a way out from here."
Sarah handed him the small black walkie talkie, and watched as he spoke to the other men. Unable to tell what he was saying,  Sarah watched as he suddenly burst into
a huge smile, giving her the answer that they so needed to hear. The other trucks had gotten through safely.
Ali spoke for a few minutes as Rhad prepared the suturing tools, and waited for Ali to finish before approaching him to begin.
As Rhad wiped the area with disenfectant, Ali took hold of Sarahs hands again, grasping them around her wrists. Without any anaesthetic, Ali was going to have to suffer every single stitch with no pain
relief whatsoever.
Rhad held the needle to Ali's skin, but before he had even managed to get the needle through and under to the other side of the wound, Sarah was crying out as her
wrists were being bruisingly crushed as Ali faught the pain.
Rhad stopped and stepped in front Ali, "Sire, i think it best if Miss Sarah stitches, and I hold your hands."
Ali looked into Sarah's scared eyes, and nodded. "Go ahead Sarah, do not be afraid, it must be done."
Sarah gulped, feeling a huge lump in her throat which refused to budge.  She stood, and walked over to the bonnet of the truck, taking out a disinfectant wipe,
cleaning her hands before slidding a pair of latex gloves onto them.
She took the two steps to Ali's back shakily, feeling as if she were going to wake from this deep dark nightmare any second, and be relieved to find she was really back
in her bed chamber.

Rhad crouched down, and took Ali's hands in his firmly, gripping them tight, then nodding his readiness to Sarah.
Leaning over his bronzed and smooth back, so scared that she was almost forgetting to breath, Sarah forced her hands to reach down, and she took hold of the silver
glinting needle in her right hand.
"I don't know what to do" she told them, her voice so small and wobbly that it was hard to make out the words.
"Just like sewing a peice of clothing Miss Sarah, bring the needle out through the other side, then tie it in a firm knot. Snip then repeat again. We dont need a perfect
tidy stitch, just one that will seal his wound till we can get him back to the palace where his physician can redo them if need be."
Taking another deep calming breath, Sarah gripped the needle firmer, then using the tweezers she had, she pushed the needle through the other side, feeling Ali hiss
in a sharp breath, and stiffen. Tieing off the knot, Sarah worked as quickly as she could, placing in 6 stitches which were both neat, and firm.
As she finished the last one, she nodded over at Rhad telling him "That is the last one."

Rhad let go of Ali's hands, which fell exhaustedly by his side as he sat there breathing raggedly, and sweat running down his face and back. Taking a long assessing look at her work, and a gentle feel around, Rhad beamed at her. "Really Miss Sarah, they are the dainiest field stitches I have ever seen. I think the Physican himself
would have had a hard time beating those. I am sure they will not need redoing at all."
"Thanks goodness!" Sarah said breathing out a sigh of relief.
"I'll fully agree" Ali slurred as he slunk to one side, and passed out.
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Rhad, having helped Sarah hold up Ali while she placed dressings over his stitches, picked him up and layed him down in the back of the truck.
"Before the sheikh was stitched, he had called in, asking for a helicopter to be brought to us, it should be here soon."
"But won't Kaneef see the helicopter comming, and start something?" she asked frowning.
"We will not take the helicopter to the palace, but back to the outpass where our horses are. We will need to ride back I am afraid so that our horses are not seen to be
missing in the morning."
"But Ali's injuries... won't the horseride make them worse?"
"He should be fine" Rhad assued her. "The stitches truley are good, and should hold for the trip quite nicely. We will be able to take our time back once we get to the
outpass."
Before Sarah could ask anymore questions, the distant "thwup thwup thwup" sound of a helicopter could be heard getting closer by the second,  drowning out the
spinning thoughts that were racing through her mind.
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During the flight back to the outpass, Ali had slowly regained conscousness, and was currently leaning heavily onto Sarah as she helped him walk slowly over to the
horses which had been contentedly eating from their chaff bags around their necks.
Rhad took the lead of Ali's horse, and readied him for he journey, but as he gave Ali a lift onto the saddle, Ali started to slide to one side, still too groggy to be able to
keep himself safely upright.

Rhad jumped to his side, and held him up. "Miss Sarah, climb on behind him, you will need to put your arms around him to keep him balanced upright. I will rope your horse,  to mine and will lead you, you will only have to hold onto the Sheikh."
Sarah without question accepted Rhad's boost onto the saddle, sinking in behind Ali, and wrapping her arms around him, paying attention to not put any pressure
around his wound. The heat of his back burnt into the skin on her chest, causing her nipples to harden and become sensitive.
Ali immediately leaned back against her chest, and tilted his head back, turning it so that he  could nuzzle it into the hollow of her neck a little, "you smell goood" he
slurred, his movements creating a white hot friction against her nipples.

Sarah looked to Rhad, who only grinned, and said "Dont mind him Miss Sarah, it is the shock of the injury causing him to behave like this. Besides, he is right, you do
smell good" he chuckled, winking at her as she felt her cheeks turn bright crimson red.
Rhad mounted the beautiful sleek chestnut mare Nala that Sarah had ridden there  in the first place, and started foward, pulling on the reins of the Sheikh's horse.
Ali's mount quietly and without fuss fell into line behind Rhad's mare, working up to a trott as Rhad pulled on the reins a little harder.
Even though they were travelling alot slower than their original trip there, the time seemed to fly by, as Sarah tried to distract herself from the firm muscled hunk of
male that was tormenting her so much.
The pure male scent of him, sandlewood and spice was floating up into her nose, making her want to lean foward and taste his skin.  The feel of him hard and firm
against her, sending electric shocks all up and down her chest, sparking sensitively against her breasts before diving down and under her panties. The rocking motion
on the saddle only adding to the humming throb of desire that was causing her to become wet, and her thoughts turn to things she knew would only leave her
heartbroken, and alone.
 
As Sarah thought her mind would go crazy with its internal war, Rhad slowed down the horses, and looking back at her, he held a finger to his lips, signalling her to remain silent as he led them throught the back entrance of Kaneef's compound and into the stables.
Once dismounted, Rhad helped Sarah get Ali down off his mount, and carry him over his shoulder, Rhad slipped through the back entrance, and into their quarters unseen.
Khali rushed over the second that he saw them enter, the Royal Physician following closely behind them. They all followed Rhad into the Sheikh's bed chamber, and watched intently as he physician gave Ali a quick once over.
"Well, he is certainly in shock, but should be fine after a few hours sleep. His stitches are finely done, thanks to whomever has done my work for me" he chuckled.
"That would be Miss Sarah" Rhad told him with a grin on his face.
The physician looked over at Sarah, noting the dark patches under her eyes, and her pale skin.
"Our Royal Highness will be fine Miss Sarah, thanks to you." he said before turning back to his bag, and taking out a syringe. Tipping a bottle upside down, he carefully measured a few mils of clear liquid into it, then administered the injection into Ali's arm.
"That was just an antibiotic, it will help stave of any infection that he might have picked up " he told Sarah. "Once he wakes though, he may be in alot of pain, give him two of these, no more than three times a day. He must take them with food."
Sarah nodded her understanding at the doctor and took the bottle of pills from him, before undoing the laces to Ali's boots and sliding them off, followed by his pants and shirt.
Dressed in only boxer shorts, Sarah slid Ali's legs under his sheet, and tucked him in before taking his clothing with her back to the laundry so that she could rid it of its bloody stains.
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An hour later, and not that long before dawn, Sarah had finally finished cleaning up the Sheik's boots and clothing, and was making her way back toward their sleeping quaters, when she heard voices comming from outside Ali's bed chamber. One of those voices she recognised as Ali's advisor, and he sounded quite displease with something.



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