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CAFE BEIRUT
(MMM/FFFF, Mind-Control, Slavery)
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
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*****
Cindy and Shannon approached the counter with couple
of six-packs as usual – Cindy placed a plastered smile on her face as she
handed over the Heinekens…
“Hmm… Imported
beer! Rich girls!” the young Arab smiled
back with a smirk. “So, you got ID?”
“Well…” Shannon replied, “You think we’d be coming to
this dump if we had ID?” with as sarcastic a smile as she could muster. The Café Beirut gave both co-eds the creeps,
but this was the only place willing to look the other way near Boston College,
especially after the recent crack-downs.
Cindy tried to smooth the way – Shannon always had a
tongue on her.
“Well, here’s an extra five” she tossed another bill
to the young clerk.
“Oh, a five dollar bill – that should smooth things
over, huh? Never mind… I wouldn’t care if you girls were 15 – I
don’t care about your dumb American laws anyway… Take the beer.”
The clerk looked to be in his mid-twenties – he was
dark, olive-skinned, but extremely well-built, obviously fond of weight-lifting
as his stretched t-shirt showed… He did
have the typical shadow beard of Middle-Easterners, but the short, crew-cut
hair and the ear-ring on his left ear presumably set him apart from the typical
jihadist…
Cindy picked up the six-pack – “well, thank you
then…”. They left the building, and made
it outside to meet Jennifer – she was still having her ice-cream… “Got the beer?” she asked.
The clerk had also made it outside, apparently for a
cigarette break, and began chatting with his friends – couple other young
Arabs, similarly buffed. They looked
like they hit the gym together.
“Well, thank you Al Qaeda boys!” Cindy yelled at them,
and her girlfriends chuckled along.
“Hopefully, from next month on, we won’t have to be visiting you…”.
They walked away hurriedly, happy to have their
six-pack.
“Al Queda?
Fuckin’ Al Queda?” Ahmad murmured to his friends. “My uncle was killed by Al Queda…”
“No Shit – so, I guess the blonde one turns 21 next
month, huh? That’s why she won’t be
coming around…”
“I guess the spoiled little slut is too good for this
neighborhood once she gets her card…”
“You know the blonde tried to slip me five bucks –
fuckin’ five bucks…” Ahmad said. “What
am I, some fuckin’ clerk?”
Kamal and Hamid nodded their heads. Ahmad’s father owned Café Beirut, as well as
three large car dealerships - the spruced-up BMW parked in front of the café
was his… His father kept Café Beirut only
because that had been the first business he’d started back when he’d first
immigrated. And running the broken-down
establishment was supposed to instill character in Ahmad, never mind how much
he hated it…
“Well, if we were back in the old days…” Hamid said…
“We could take Christian whores, hot sluts like this, and make them our
slaves… You know, slave girls, like that
mouthy blonde, ready to suck your cock at your mere sign… No back talk, no crap, just little
fuck-slaves…”
Kamal chuckled:
“What fuckin’ old day idiot? What
are we, Berbers invading Spain? Or,
like, Ottomans in Serbia? You were born
in New Hampshire for crying out loud…”. He took a smoke: “It’s true though… They should be our
slaves… Weak American sluts like
that? I should be fucking the tits of
that big-tittied brunette every morning…”.
Of the three guys, he was the only one with a big beard.
Ahmad took a puff from his cig – “You know, it is
possible…”
Both of his friends looked at him with a puzzled face,
and then broke out in laughter.
“What are we gonna do?” Hamid asked. “Abduct them next time they are here to get
beer illegally, and throw them in the basement?
Beat them into being our concubines…?
If we were in Saudi Arabia maybe...
Or in Middle Ages… When there
were no police to worry about… Then, we
could just fuck them silly… Then beat
them and punish them and threaten their lives into being our concubines, but
not in good ol’ Boston, my friend…”
“There are other ways…” Ahmad rebuffed.
“What other way?”
“My grandmother… she always talks about this potion…
made from some recipe from the time of Prophet…
Supposed to enslave women…”
Kamal and Hamid looked at each other again, and burst
out in laughter: “Man, you and your
grandma stories… Come on, let’s empty
the register and hit a strip club…”
Ahmad took another puff from his cigarette – “And I
got the recipe…”
*****
The girls entered Café Beirut 2 days later, murmuring
among themselves…
“I can’t believe we’re back here” Jennifer
whined. “This place gives me the creeps…”
“Look, we just get the beers for the party and get out
of here…” Cindy said. “And after my
birthday party, we no longer have to come here to get beer at all…”
“Well, the Arab boys are checking us out like they
could rape us any moment…” Jennifer continued with her objections.
“They are not gonna rape us! – it’s not like we’re in Baghdad… We’re two blocks from Comm Ave for crying out
loud…”
“Well…” Shannon interjected, “I have to go with Jen on
this one – that bearded one looks at me like he wants me as his personal
concubine or something…”
“Gross…!” – Jennifer shrieked in disgust.
“Well, he can’t have you, he’s some Arab loser in a
low-life café, so we get the beers and get the hell out…”
“Fine, let’s get three six-packs of Heineken…” Shannon
said.
“And never mind thaaat your current shrimp of a
boyfriend looks like a girl compared to that buffed-up beast…”
“Scott’s just fine…” Shannon protested.
“He should try getting to the gym, I say…” Cindy
continued teasing, “Don’t you think, Jen?”
“Well, that’d be niiice…” Jen chuckled a little. “But let’s pay for the beer and leave…”
“Fine, fine…” Cindy dropped the first six-pack on the
counter.
“Hmm – the Heineken girls…” Ahmad smiled slyly… “I’m running a special today: Have a taste of
our new herbal tea, tell us what you think, and we throw in another six-pack
for free…”
“We’re not gonna drink your nasty tea” Shannon said
curtly.
“Well, it’s a free six-pack…” Cindy now
protested. “We need all the beer we can
get for the party!”
“I guess a little herbal tea would not hurt” Jen said,
and took a plastic cup – she seemed more interested in getting it over with and
leaving than the actual tea… Cindy
joined her with her own small cup.
“Oh, well, what the hell – you guys will have to keep
me entertained at the hospital…” - Shannon was the last one to drink…
And she was the first one to start feeling
light-headed…
She was closely followed by Jen and, Cindy, at last,
as she started saying “what’s going on…”
*****
It was a blur afterwards… None of the girls had any
idea how long… They recalled the Arabic
men coming down to the basement, where the girls first came to their senses,
and passed out again and again… They all
recalled coming in and out of a haze – and recalled drinking more tea… It felt like days passed. And they recalled listening to Ahmad… over
and over again, for long intervals, but all in a haze… They couldn’t recall anything he told
them… only that what he told was the
truth… what he told was unbreakable and
permanent… it was impenetrable reality…
Three full days had passed by the time they were fully
awake again…
*****
Ahmad descended down the stairs, and as soon as he
entered the basement, he was greeted with the three naked young women – they
scurried and kneeled on the floor:
“Please fuck me
Sahib!” Cindy spoke softly, her gaze on the floor as she kneeled naked, her
hands locked at the small of her back, her chest pushed forward offering her
ample breasts, and her thighs pushed apart fully exposing her center…
Shannon parroted her, having assumed the same exact
position:
“Please fuck me
Sahib!” she whined, only to be closely followed by Jennifer:
“Please fuck me
Sahib!”…
“Hmm…” Ahmad chuckled.
“What a nice selection…”
He lifted Cindy’s head up by the chin – “you can suck
your Master’s cock to begin with, blondie slave…” he said and took a seat on a
leather chair that was near throne-like in its huge size.
“As you wish Sahib” Cindy replied, crawling towards
Ahmad.
“And you two concubines…” Ahmad looked at Shannon and
Jennifer: “Start fucking each other for
my amusement…”
The brunettes started kissing and fondling each other
almost at once, while Cindy undid Ahmad’s jeans – she lowered her head and her
blonde batch of hair covered his crotch.
She hated what she was about to do – and yet she knew she was no more
than a concubine, a lowly and helpless slave, property of her Masters. She had no choice but to obey – obey
unconditionally and pleasingly… She was
a mere slave… the slave of her Conqueror, her Sahib, Ahmad…
She took his powerful manhood inside her mouth and
began sucking like only a slave-girl could, eagerly, passionately,
shamelessly… She could hear in the
background her best friends’ wet kisses and moans, no doubt produced to
entertain Sahib.
The basement
door opened again – it was Kamal and Hamid, coming down the stairs. They eyed the room with the usual glee – for
3 weeks now, they had had more fun downstairs then they could have ever
imagined: The basement was decorated
like an Arabic Harem. There were
oriental rugs on the floor and on the walls…
Oriental paintings… Chains and
whips, too, to discipline disobedient concubines…
“Go greet your owners” - Ahmad ordered Shannon and
Jennifer as he groaned in pleasure from Cindy’s talented oral ministrations…
The girls stopped playing with each other and rushed
to their knees in front of Kamal and Hamid, to repeat the usual greeting in
unison: “Please fuck me Sahib!”…
Kamal grinned, looking down at naked Shannon – he
lifted her head: One look into her eyes
was enough to see her hatred and humiliation – and her helplessness. They were concubines bow, defeated and
conquered, and ready to please their Conquerors without objection…
“So, what do you say Hamid, shall I fuck this one
between the tits, like this morning? And
you can fuck that little one in the ass again – she screams like a pig…”
Hamid seemed to consider his friend’s
proposition… “No, let’s switch slaves…”
he said, tossing Jennifer at Kamal’s feet - the girls looked so weak and feeble
compared to the muscle-ripped Arab boys...
“Very well – let me see if I can make the little
American slut scream more than you made…
Will you scream for me slave?”
“Yes, Sahib, as you command Sahib” Jennifer replied,
her face red in shame…
Shannon was already taking Hamid’s manhood in her
mouth…
Soon, there was nothing but furious sex in the
basement-turned-harem, as there had been for three weeks…
*****
“I can’t believe it – you guys work here??”…
Cindy, Shannon, and Jennifer were serving customers at
Café Beirut…
Ahmad had told his friends concubines were not just
pleasure slaves, they also served men – and having three gorgeous co-eds doing
the serving could very well help the business…
even if they occasionally disappeared down in the basement with one of
the young Arabs running the place…
The girl gawking at them was none other than Natalie
Kays - the beauty queen of βXΩ sorority, and an overall bitch as far
as the girls were concerned. With her
fiery red hair, she looked like a young Nicole Kidman. She was accompanied by 2 other girls from
βXΩ… and they seemed equally amused:
Cindy, Shannon, and Jennifer were dressed in concubine
outfits: Black silk bikini sets,
mock-covered with sashes and see-through veils over their faces… accompanied by
gold-colored high-heels and gold-colored slave collars…
“You look like harem whores…!” Natalie chuckled,
talking to Cindy…
Shannon had carried over a tray with four beers and
placed it on one of the tables - a burly Arab slapped her on the ass, and there
was laughter among the men. Café Beirut
was booming with new business these days – most of the customers were still
Arabs and they clearly loved three young, western girls serving as concubines…
A young Arab said something to Jennifer and she bowed
her head, saying “Sukran!” - the girls had already learned all the respectful
words concubines should know…
“So, we’re here to get some beer” Natalie explained,
“will you little concubines be getting it for us?”. Her two friends chuckled along…
“Sure!” Cindy said, with a wide smile, walked away and
came back with a tray carrying hot drinks…
“Sahib Ahmad says you can even have a 10% discount if you try this
Lebanese herbal tea…”
βXΩ girls looked at each other with puzzled
faces – “Sahib Ahmad! Is that your big, hairy Arabic boss?” – there was more
laughter among the girls… “What the
hell…” Natalie said. “How can I refuse
such a sweet offering from such a sweet, obedient concubine…?”
Soon the girls were all drinking the herbal tea.
As Cindy smiled wickedly...
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
*****
Do you like my story?
So, what is it that you like then?
The one thing that you really like the most?
Please let me know:
cse1986@rocketmail.com
(That’s the only pay-off
in writing, really...!)
*****