HAREM REFUGEE

BY ANAL AL
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Somewhere in Saudi Arabia…

Johara listened to the soft snoring of Azzah and Baraka whom she shared a room with. The three were just a small part of prince Mu’awiyah’s harem. He had some forty women in his harem. She had been put to bed by their room keeper, Muti. Muti would see to it that the lock on the window was intact even though the shutters were open the doors were made of steel and padlocked from the inside. The women were all chained by an ankle shackle hooked to a chain and it was in turn attached to the bed frame upon which they slept. A chamber pot was under each bed should they need to pee during the night.

Having been taken by one of the princes guards at the age of 13, Johara had been indoctrinated into the ways of harem life by having her clitoris removed by the old harem woman Malika. She remembered that night well as she had only first reached an orgasm some three months prior while rubbing her womanly charm at night one night while her parents slept. The pain of what Malika did to her would be with her the rest of her life however as she was never able to have an orgasm that way again after what was done to her. Her parents visited her several times and told her that it was best this way as she was now a wife of the prince and would be taken care of like no commoner could take care of her. She suspected but her father would not confirm that he had been paid handsomely by the prince’s guard for the young teenage girl.

The prince himself had summoned Johara only on four occasions that she could remember since she had been brought here. Once on her fourteenth birthday, once on her fifteenth birthday, once on her sixteenth birthday and once about six months ago. Not so with her much better looking roommates Azzah & Baraka whom usually got to see the prince at least once a month. Although healthy, receiving a monthly checkup by the royal physician, Johara was rather skinny and poorly developed in the breasts despite the injections she received. The prince it seemed did not like artificial breasts like western men did and hence would not have any of his girls modified with the western style breast implants. The doctor tried his best with the chemicals to get her breasts to grow but they would not. She even had received several vacuum treatments where her whole breasts were sucked up into glass jars in an attempt to get them to grow larger. By western standards she was about an A cup size even at sixteen.

She slept nightly with her anal dilator to keep her anus open and ready should the prince desire her that way. He did take many of his girls anally, nearly as often as vaginally, but the four times that Johara had been with him he took her vaginally. She reasoned that he wanted her to carry a child like many of the other women did. After talking with Azzah she also reasoned that the prince didn’t find her all that sexually stimulating since she was poorly endowed, skinny and rather tall for an Arabic girl. Still though Muti watched as the girls performed their nightly washing out rituals in preparation for receiving their sleeping dilators which in times past were carved out of stone and polished or ivory. Even in Saudi Arabia, however, modern times had given way to plastic dilators. With some amount of sexual favors she had managed to get hers modified with a screw on cap.

She had developed a friendship with a woman named Imtithal, or obedient in Arabic, who had showed her how to get along better with her harem sisters. She had also learned from Imtithal’s keeper how to pick locks with a hairpin, it costing her a few milkings of his male supremeness with her mouth. While not strictly forbidden it wasn’t advertised either that the keepers also received favors from the women in their charge. Imtithal’s keeper had taught her well too as she got the padlock open on only the third try. She had seen to it that Azzah & Baraka had their fair share of wine tonight at supper, well actually a bit more than their share as she had dumped some additional seasonings into their cups when they weren’t looking. Now fast asleep her two roommates were oblivious to Johara’s ministrations to the padlock. She had picked her ankle shackle as soon as Muti closed the door to the hall and locked it for the night. She relocked the ankle shackle around Azzah’s righ t ankle. Now through the iron shutters she reached her small hands through the open slats and snapped the padlock closed from the inside. Muti would play hell figuring out how she had done that as his fat stubby fingers barely fit though the shutter slats.

Still wearing her anal dilator, only it was now full of small gold coins used locally and packed to prevent rattling with her own hair, she figured it a good way to smuggle the gold out with her when she left. Once out onto the outer porch she made her way quietly, and in bare feet, down to the end where she jumped into a tree and dropped to ground level. Her thin three part dress providing ample movement and being dark blue would not show much against the dark shrubby that was surrounding the palace on the edge of town. As she made her way into town she found the sandals she had put there a week ago on a shopping expedition to market. She had told Muti that she had thrown them away because one of the straps had broken. Not an uncommon occurrence he believed the story easily.

Once into the town Johara walked quietly and stealthily down the street, indeed she should not be out after dark without a male escort. She took all of the back alleys and was lucky that no one saw her. As was her plan she made her way to the American hotel and snuck into the back entrance and to the night club. She had been brought there a few times by one of the keepers and had noted with interest that a great number of veiled women were there and it was very difficult to tell where their escorts were at since the escorts were either watching one of the dancers or sitting at the bar. Not all Arabic men practiced abstinence from alcoholic beverages as they should, especially here where they weren’t as closely watched. Johara made it to the back of the club and went through one of the hallways carrying an empty tray as if she were there on an errand as a good Arabic wife would be. With her veil on she didn’t look her sixteen years old.

Inside she stood next to some of the waiters and surveyed the place. The two dancers up on stage danced to the tunes of a six piece band playing some American tune she didn’t recognize. She finally spots a likely quarry. A single man apparently in his late thirties is sitting a table by himself. He doesn’t look too boozed up but rather sort of tired. She goes to his table and asks him if she can get him anything. He looks at her. “No, nothing right now.”

Good he is speaking English. He doesn’t look American though. Johara understands English though, it being one of her three foreign languages that she speaks, the other two being French and Spanish. “Perhaps you would prefer a bit more intimate entertainment?” She despised the idea of having to have sex with a drunk but right now she needed to get out of sight quickly and preferably out of town if possible.

The man, his glass nearly empty in his hand looks at her trying to size her up. “And where would I be able to find such entertainment?”

Johara knew she was taking a big chance but she was already in for keeps now having escaped from the harem. If caught she had little doubt that she would be severely beaten. A lot more severely than she ever had been before. “Most likely in your room, presuming you are staying in the hotel.”

The man hesitated. He knew there were no female secret police here but had heard stories of women prostitutes although he had never met one before. Most prostitutes if caught were put to death. He mulled the situation over in his mind. She looked somewhat young. No telling what she really looked like though under all of her cloaks, the only thing he could see were her eyes and hands. “I’m staying here. At least for tonight. My name is Armand.” She kept looking at him expectantly. Not real sure how the prostitution negotiation would proceed in this country he figured the public part was probably of necessity pretty brief. Since prostitution was strictly illegal here he had little doubt that the royal police would probably put the woman to death and at the very least he would be castrated. Still though he had been here for some three weeks and was getting very tired of his own palm. “I’m in room 604.” He said.

She nodded and departed. Armand watched the girl dance until the end of the dance and then finished his drink and departed the club. Outside he stopped by the bell desk and arranged for a pickup tomorrow morning around 9 o’clock in the morning in his room. Armand would be glad to get out of here and get back to Paris, he was so tired of the stench. He mused that fact as he made his way to the elevator as he wondered what the whore would smell like.

Armand arrived at his room and looked both ways down the hallway and didn’t see anyone. Upon arriving in his room he had just unlaced one shoe when the phone range. “Armand.”

“Mr. Armand, it is I, the girl whom you just met. I need you to meet me in the elevator to escort me to your room. The hallways have cameras.” The female voice said.

“Ok.” He said and hung up. This whore was already too much trouble for a whore.

Armand retied his shoe and went to the hallway. He turned left and just barely glanced up and saw the camera that she was talking about. Funny, he hadn’t noticed it before. He went to the elevator and punched the button. Momentarily the door opened and he stepped in and waited. The doors closed. The car started down and kept going past the main floor and to the basement. As the doors opened in the basement the girl stepped into the elevator. She didn’t say a word to him but rather punched the 6 button for his floor.

As the doors opened on floor six Armand stepped out and the girl followed. He went to his room and opened the door and she followed him in. Once in he locked the door and turned around. She had removed her veil. “I am Johara.” She bowed.

“Fine. How much?”

She looked at him for a second. “Free if you can get me on the plane with you tomorrow.”

Armand let out a sigh. This wasn’t a whore at all but a woman on the run. Damned his luck. This was far worse than being caught with a whore. Whomever she belong to would want her back. Well maybe, he thought looking at her face. She had several scars on it running diagonally. She was very skinny and underfed looking. Whomever she belonged to didn’t keep her very well. “A quickie fuck for the night for that -- forget it.” Armand reached for the door lock.

“Please sir. Please consider helping me. Not just for tonight but for as long as you will have me.” Johara said, aware that he might decide to keep her. Well even bad loving was better than none which is about all she had got out of the prince in the past few years. Anywhere had to be better than here, her own father sold her into this life.

Armand paused. She was young, probably too young. And she looked pretty bad although not like a common street whore. No this one looked like she had been someone’s servant somewhere. For as long as he wanted? Now there was an interesting offer. However he had no illusions that she would run off on him as soon as she could as it was apparent that she was running from someone now. “Well assuming that I did want to take you up on your offer just how would you propose I get you out of the country?”

“I have a passport.” She said hopefully.

“Really now? So what makes you think you wouldn’t be stopped at the border?” Armand asked.

“Because you would treat me as your wife. It is not uncommon for a European to have an Arabian wife. Indeed it would be harder to get into your country than out of this one. On your word alone the guards at the airport would allow me to leave in your escort.” She said.

Armand thought to himself that she just might be speaking some truth here. Indeed the women here were spoken for by the men. If a man said his daughter of wife were to be allowed to pass as long as the man had been the women would be, defacto. “You don’t even want to know anything about me?”

“No sir your Excellency. I am content to provide you with whatever meager pleasure I am capable of if you will take me away from this place.” She said and hung her head.

She had been taught manners by someone. No doubt that the scars were whip marks now that Armand thought about it. “Let me see your passport.” Armand said.

The girl reached beneath her robe and produced the document and handed it to Armand. He opened it and read it. Azzah Habib. The picture was of a veiled woman. He held it up next to her face and doubted very seriously that it was her. He took his other hand and held up her veil. It might not be her but with the veil on who was to tell? Indeed he was surprised that the document had a veiled picture but then again being a Saudi passport he wasn’t so sure that it wasn’t allowed for them. He did remember a fuss in his own country where the women wanted to wear their veils for their identity photos but had been overruled by the government. He handed her back the document which she put back under her robe. “So I could have all pleasures with you?”

“Yes your Excellency.” She bowed her head.

“My home is in Paris, you think you would be happy living there?”

“Yes your Excellency.”

Armand sighed. Well even though he was tired it had been a while. “Very well.” He sat down on the bed.

“Thank you utmostly your Excellency. Thank you so much.” She said. The girl then got on the floor and untied his shoes for him and took off his stockings. “Would his Excellency desire a bath?” she asked as she was unbuttoning his shirt. Armand nodded.

After getting him unclothed and into the bath Johara took off all but her inner skirt. It was a very small garment not too much unlike the lingerie ‘boxers’ that western women wore. As he was being bathed she leaned over to wash his arm and he reached up and fondled her breasts. He traced along her whip mark scars that crossed her chest and back. Indeed someone had beaten her badly in the past. She was even skinnier than he had imagined now that he saw her topless. And she had what looked like rope marks around her neck.

As Armand rose from the tub Johara dried him off and he took the towel from her and walked into the bedroom. “I won’t be but a few moments my master.” She took of her lower skirt and stepped into the tub and cleaned herself off quickly while at the same time removing the anal dilator and discreetly rinsing it off and rolling it up in her lower skirt. When she returned to the bedroom Armand was lying back in the bed smoking. Seeing her he snuffed the cigarette and smiled.

As Johara found out Armand knew of the Arabic way of making love to a woman anally so as to not get her pregnant. Since Johara had no clit she actually enjoyed anal penetration more anyway as it was a bit more stimulating to her. She had purposefully ran her fingernails across the bar of soap and had put the scrapings up inside of herself after getting out of the tub to provide for some lubrication. It burned a bit but was certainly better than being totally dry. After he had finished with her Johara went to work on Armand’s now softening dick with her skilled tongue to clean him up. The soapy taste made her want to gag but she knew that she needed to please him as much as possible at least until she got out of the country. Good luck had been with her so far this evening it was best to not run any risk of screwing up her fortunate happenstance of running across a man leaving the country tomorrow. Indeed the guards would be out and about by 7 o’clock tomorrow morning l ooking for her.

Johara snuggled up to Armand and they both slept peacefully. In the morning he awoke early and buried his hard manhood into her vagina. It hurt at first, but as she awoke her body knew what to do and lubricated profusely to accept her new master into her love hole. She did think about getting pregnant but decided that even if she did it would be many months before she had to worry about what to do with the child and by then she would hopefully be in a much better position to deal with it.

Johara busied herself with picking up his clothes and packing as he instructed. She had dressed in everything but her veil and as the knock on the door came from the bellhop she hastily snapped it across her face. Armand let the bellhop in and Johara stood and waited. Following the bellhop out of the room Armand glanced back to see Johara following. She followed six steps behind her man as was the custom of her country, her head bowed.

In the main lobby they crossed and Johara glanced about with her eyes, careful to not move her head as she followed behind Armand. Outside a hotel limo awaited and the luggage was loaded. Armand opened the back door and motioned her inside. Stepping inside and seating herself Johara silently said a prayer that she hadn’t been caught yet. Indeed the palace guards would have been looking for her for a full two hours now. The limo ride to the airport, some three hours away, was uneventful and quiet. Armand made no attempt at small talk and the limo driver got only two phone calls on his cell phone on the way. One was a confirmation that Armand’s flight would be on time for departure.

As Johara had said the passport inspector asked Armand where he was going and he told the inspector that he and his wife were going home. The inspector barely glanced at Johara’s stolen passport. Once on board they had an uneventful flight direct to Paris. The French immigration, not being exactly all that attentive didn’t say anything either but just stamped her passport and let her pass. An hour cab ride later and Armand showed her into his home. That night he was far to tired to fuck her and just settled for a much needed backrub.

In the following weeks Johara settles into her new life servicing Armand. He still doesn’t know about her anal dilator that she dutifully wears during the day while he is at work. He does prefer her anally which is fine by her since she doesn’t have all that much feeling in her clitoris free vagina anyway. Indeed the second day she was there he came home with a very nice enema set and told her to keep herself clean for him at night. Delighted in the joys of the enema bag Johara has fun every afternoon cleaning herself out for her new lover. Eventually Armand asks her and she honestly tells him that she is sixteen years old. He asks about her whip marks and she tells him about the times she was beaten by the other women in the harem and sometimes by the keepers for performing poorly in bed for them.

Into the second month however Johara waits up all night one night for Armand to come home and he doesn’t. She is very frantic the next morning and nearly feints as she hears a knock at the door. The gendarme asks her if she knows Armand and shows her his license. Confirming that he lives there the gendarme tells her that Armand was in a very bad accident last night and was killed. She is then taken to the morgue to identify the body and breaks down crying. As bad as her life had been before these past two months have been nearly tolerable living with Armand, now for this to happen. A very distraught Johara is taken back to Armand’s flat. She calls his brother and is told that he wanted nothing to do with Armand anyway and that it was good riddance that he was dead. Unable to fathom how a brother could be so cruel Johara cries herself to sleep that night wondering what she is going to do.

In the ensuing weeks she manages to sell everything of value in Armand’s flat and tries unsuccessfully to access his bank account. Resigned to finding her own way she takes a job at a café down the street. Eventually the rent comes due on the flat and Johara finds to her dismay that the landlord is a woman and has no interest in trading rent for sex. Johara moves out to a smaller place and changes her work place to a different café. One night however she meets a customer who seems interested in her plight and asks her a lot of questions. After getting off of work Johara meets the woman, Tiffany, at the woman’s hotel.

The two women talk for several hours. Johara is very surprised however when Tiffany attempts to get Johara naked and is even more surprised to find that Tiffany prefers women to men. However such is life and Johara adapts to eating Tiffany’s pussy. The two meet three more times before Tiffany goes back to Toronto, Canada. She told Johara that she was a buyer for a department store chain and was here in Paris on a buying trip.

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Tijuana, Mexico

Juana lay with her head on Pedro’s chest, still enjoying the feeling of just having made love to him. She glanced at the clock, it was only 4 in the afternoon, still plenty of time to get back home. Running her hands across his chest she toyed with his left nipple.

CRACK!!

The door burst open and three men stormed in with their guns drawn. Pedro jolted by the noise rose up in the bed just to be slammed back down again as a bullet crashed into his forehead. Juana screamed a blood curdling scream as she saw her lover slam back into the bed and the spray of his brains splattered on her. She started kicking and trying to scratch as two of the men grabbed her. The shooter backhanded her across the face to shut her up, his fist hardened by the grip of the pistol. She was knocked unconscious by the blow.

The two men found Juana’s clothes and put them on the naked woman, not bothering with her panties and bra. The shooter picked up the underwear and stuffed them into his jacket pocket. “Aquellas!” he said and pointed to her shoes. She was just regaining consciousness when the two men stood her up. They escorted her out of the hotel and down the back stairs.

She was roughly shoved into a car and driven to the outskirts of town. Juana cried the entire way, her lover having just been murdered by her novio’s hired killers. Once to the compound they honked and a gate opened. After parking the car Juana was taken into the house. She was still crying as she looked into Felix’s eyes. The look she saw there brought new fear to her. He jerked his thumb and the two men brought her down the hallway and out into a garage. There her dress was ripped off and ropes were tied about her wrists and thrown over the rafters. She was hoisted up off of the floor, her feet dangling. She screamed and kicked but each man grabbed a thrashing leg and tied a rope around her ankles. Then her legs were pulled taught and tied far open to two of the support poles for the garage. They then left here there screaming and crying, hanging by her wrists.

Nearly an hour later she heard footsteps and then saw Felix. He had a look of hate on his face and a bottle of mescal in his hand. In his other hand he held a two tailed whip about four feet long. He used it on the horses when he was riding. The leather strips were some ¾” wide and made of very thick leather. Juana began to plead with him not to whip her but she knew it was coming. Indeed she had brought it on herself by cheating on Felix with Pedro. She had been fucking Pedro off and on for the past four months now. Juana cried, knowing she had been stupid. Cheating on Felix was not a good idea and even if he did only use her for sex,t she lived a life better than a street whore or a beggar at the border. Felix had a lot of money, being a key man for the local drug cartel. Juana knew this yet she had still found more comfort in Pedro’s arms. Poor Pedro.

Juana screamed as hard as she could as the whip fell on her body, the thick leather lashes wrapping themselves around her narrow waist and snapping onto her flat belly. She was in excellent shape having never been pregnant and only 27 years old. She spent many a day in working with the exercise equipment that Felix had bought for her. Juana felt the lash fall on her body more times than she could count and eventually she hung limply in the ropes as Felix stopped. He had been beating her for more than an hour now and his body glistened with the sweat of the exertion and oozed the cactus juice he was chugging down.

Juana renewed her screaming however as he brought the whip up between her cheeks and the tails caught her clitoris. She had never felt such agony before. It was as if fire was boiling out of her pussy the pain nearly blinding her vision as she screamed. Felix would let her stop and then give her another lash. Her second hour of beating passed this way. Eventually she passed out.

When Juana regained consciousness she found that she was tied down to a large steel table in the garage. She was flat on her back facing up. No one seemed to be around. Her body ached from the numerous lashes she had. Managing to raise her head up some she looked down and saw the streaks of blood intermixed with the ugly black streaks where the lash had not broken the skin.

Late that evening just before dark, Felix returned to the garage. He started ranting about how he gave her everything and she was a disrespectful whore. Juana just lay there, not saying anything, she knew most of it was true. Felix ranted about how filthy her pussy was and how he must clean it. Juana got afraid at that turn and looked down to see him holding up a small toilet brush. It was dripping green and she realized that it was the toilet bowl cleaner that she had seen the maids use. Her legs were tied wide apart and her pussy was an easy target. Felix rammed the toilet brush up inside of Juana as she screamed from the scratches of the bristles. The diameter was large and it hurt going in. Then he twisted it too and fro and scrubbed it in and out, Juana screaming at the pain of the large brush inside of her soft, tender pussy and the stink of the toilet bowl cleaner beginning to burn. Felix finished off the last of the bottle and left, leaving the brush embedded in her pussy. The burning pain as the bowl cleaner ate at her vaginal walls was very intense and Juana passed out.

Juana was awakened when she felt the brush being yanked out of her pussy. Felix was back with a fresh bottle of mescal. She screamed as the pain of the burning cleanser kept eating away at her raw inner skin. Then Felix gave a yell and she felt the water from a high pressure water hose squirting at her pussy. The pressure forced the folds of her inner labia apart and the water was sprayed with force inside. Juana was screaming and trashing as Felix kept this up for some twenty minutes before turning off the water and going into the house.

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Johara had walked around a few blocks in every direction on her day off and found a café that had Internet connections at it. She saw a woman get up after getting a cell phone call. The screen where the woman had been sitting was still on so Johara sat down. She looked at the computer and realized it was similar to the one that she had been trained on with the computer testing that the Prince had for his harem girls. She brought up a web browser and played around a bit until the time expired. Getting up she noticed a man typing intently at his keyboard behind her. She glanced down and walked slowly by and saw that he was sending email and that a picture of a woman was up on the screen. Johara pretended to look at the magazine rack behind him and watched as he composed an email. She was close enough that she could read and tell that he was answering a personal ad.

That was the ticket! Johara got an idea she would find a man on the internet to take care of her. First however she knew she would need a picture. During the next few days on her time off after finishing her job she would go back to the Internet café and she managed to get enough free time from patrons leaving early that she set up a personal account on a dating service. Much to her delight she found that most women could post free. However that still left the matter of a picture.

A few weeks later she saw a photo developing place that offered to put pictures on a CD for a fee. Johara got a disposable camera and talked her neighbor into taking pictures of her at her apartment. The older woman was placated by Johara’s story about sending them to her boyfriend.

One day she got home and found a note on her door from Tiffany asking her to meet at a nearby store. Johara looked at the time on the note and saw that it was less than an hour ago. She decided to take a chance and went to the store and caught up with Tiffany. That night, of course, Tiffany had managed to get Johara into bed again. A few days of frolicking with Tiffany and she was once again alone as Tiffany went back home. The CD with the pictures was ready and Johara went to the café and a nice waitress helped her to load a picture onto the personal ads. Johara reviewed her text;

Single Arabian woman desires a man to provide for her. I am not beautiful. My figure isn’t the best. I am looking for a man to take care of my every need. I do not want a man who smokes. I do not want a fat man. I do not want an old man. I would like a man between 25 and 40 who will love me and take care of me. I am 5’10” tall and weigh 120 pounds.

Johara then clicked ok and logged off. A week later she had several emails from men but most of them looked either too old or too ugly for her. She changed her ad a bit to reflect that she absolutely would not be interested in any man over 40 years old and less than 30. A few of the responses she had seemed like college kids who were just out for a good time.

Tiffany reappeared and after making love to Johara some more suggested that Johara go with her back to Toronto and Johara could stay with her. She was very persistent over the next several days and eventually Johara decided to go. It would be better than just getting by working very hard at the café fighting off the groping men and bitchy women patrons. Not that she particularly liked eating pussy but Tiffany did appear to keep herself clean.

Johara had kept putting the anal dilator into herself every night, still afraid someone would break into her apartment while she was gone and at least with the gold inside of her ass no one would get it there. One day though Tiffany had discovered it and had teased Johara about liking anal sex and had even masturbated Johara with the dilator until Johara had an orgasm. So as Johara packed to leave Paris she put the dilator back into its warm, dark hole. Indeed she had worn something in her ass for the past 4 years and had got used to having it there.

Arriving at Toronto she was questioned by Canadian immigration and said she was on vacation. Tiffany gave her address and the pair were allowed entry. A short subway ride later and two blocks walk and Tiffany showed Johara into her apartment.

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Chris was surfing the Internet and got bored with the poker game he had been playing. So he tooled around on a news site for a few minutes and saw a banner flashing for a personal ad site. Taking another swig of his beer he thought that maybe that might be worth looking into. Having been divorced for a year now he had only dated a few women, mostly what he picked up in bars and so far hadn’t been very successful at a second date. After surfing the ads for a while he bookmarked a few and logged off.

After locking his house he got in his jeep and headed out onto the interstate and headed North. He drove for a good half an hour to get to his friend’s house. Jerry and Miranda had been married for the past five years. Jerry and Chris had gone to school together and even done a stint in the Navy together. Upon getting out Chris had got married to his wife and Jerry played the field. Then just when it looked like Jerry was never going to settle down he married Miranda and they had a little boy the next year. Of course Chris hadn’t been so lucky and his own marriage had dissolved when he found out his wife was porking a guy at her office. She had taken his two daughters with her too.

Arriving at Jerry’s house he grabbed the bottle of wine and walked up to the front door and knocked. Miranda answered the door and gave him a hug and showed him in. They were out by the pool with another couple that he had met a few times and Jerry was flipping some chicken on the grill.

“So how is the perpetual bachelor?” Nicole asked.

“Still single.” Chris admitted.

“You really need to get a girlfriend.”

“Yeah I know but I haven’t found anyone who isn’t a gold digger or out to make a family.” Chris answered.

“So did you ever get the mess cleaned up at your place?” Jerry asked. The previous week a water line had broken on a toilet while Chris was out for the weekend fishing in Mexico and when he got back the whole hose was flooded.

“Yeah I did. I started moving shit around and after getting the toilet back together I finally gave up and just called one of the disaster remediation places that they advertise on TV. They came over, gave me a quote and had it all cleaned up in about 6 hours. Came back a couple of days later and put stuff back and picked up all their fans. Cost a cool grand though. And I still have to get some carpet, not that the old stuff didn’t need to go anyway but I just wasn’t quite ready to fork out for it.” Chris said.

“Be a good time to get a maid in and scrub the place down while you have it apart.” Nicole said.

“Yeah right, where am I going to find a maid that is reasonable.”

“Shit bubba, you’re in San Diego, there’s a million of them. Of course the won’t abla Ingles but who cares, it ain’t like you’re gonna be fucking them.” Randy, Nicole’s husband said.

“Not a bad idea.” Chris admitted.

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Juana had managed to get Felix calmed down enough after a couple of months to where he trusted her to go out again. Still though she had one of his body guards watching her. The man was a pig too but he dared not mess with Juana, he knew which side the tortilla was buttered on. Juana went shopping for clothes and at the third shop that day Ricky told her he would be at the bar across the street. Juana went into the shop and looked at some clothes. She watched through the sunglasses rack as Ricky got his first beer. Felix wouldn’t care if Ricky were drinking just so long as he was watching Juana to make sure she didn’t fuck around on him again. Juana’s pussy was still story when Felix fucked her at night from the toilet bowl cleaner. She had swollen up and finally Felix had a doctor look at her. The doctor poked around, gave her a tube of cream and then left. Just this week she could wear panties without a pad again as the oozing had stopped.

Juana was in the fitting room trying on a dress when she looked out the window. She saw a truck there with California license plates on it. No big deal there, this was Tijuana and nearly a fifth of the vehicles here had plates from California on them. What she saw however was what looked like a work truck with a camper on the back. She watched as the gringo opened the camper and took something out. He then closed the cover without locking it. Juana had been thinking about getting away from Felix but she knew she would have to go far away. If she could get into the United States that would do it. The place behind the alley was a paint and body shop for cars, she was familiar with it. As she took the dress of that did not fit anyway and put it back on the hangar she thought that the guy probably crossed the border all the time. It might work. It just might. But what would happen if the border guards caught her? She would be booked and then sent back. And Felix would be looking for her.

Juana walked out of the clothing store and over to the bar where Ricky was drinking his beer. She grabbed the beer and took a swig of it. “Ricky, I’m going to get my hair done. It’ll be a good two hours at least.”

“Si.” Ricky said and took the beer back from her.

Juana then went over two doors and walked into the salon. The woman at the counter asked her if she had an appointment and Juana told her no, looked at the chairs and said she would be back. She then went to the door and looked, Ricky was eying the waitress, and this was good. She opened the door and went out and ducked a hard u-turn to the right and went between the buildings into the alley. The gringo truck was still there, also good. She walked down the alley and saw the gringo talking to the body shop guy. As she got to the back of the truck she lifted the camper cover and crawled inside. She closed the cover back and lifted up the tarp and crawled under. As was the practice many people kept a tarp in the back to cover stuff so curious people wouldn’t look in the windows and see stuff to steal. She got as comfortable as she could on the hard metal floor and waited. The windows of the camper were cracked open and from the looks of it the owner never closed th em.

Juana waited patiently. Soon enough she heard the front door to the truck open then close. Then the engine started. The man drove around for a little while and then got into some stop and go traffic. He was getting near the border and was in the lines most likely. Locals here didn’t get into the traffic lines unless they had a reason to which was usually crossing the border. Juana kept her fingers crossed and waited. Nearly two hours later she heard the man talking to someone. Juana lay as still and as flat as she could. There wasn’t much stuff in the back of the truck. A car door, a couple of empty paint buckets and two milk crates full of junk. She heard the camper cover open and close. Then the vehicle drove on. Juana counted to a thousand and then peeked out from under the tarp. They were on a freeway moving pretty fast. She looked out and could see the mountains in the distance.

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After Johara told Tiffany about her life in Saudi Arabia and her flight to Paris with Armand Tiffany thought that Johara was pretty cool. She even had a friend who made Johara a new passport, a Canadian passport. Johara found a dumpster and dropped Azzah’s passport in it. No longer having any connection to Saudi Arabia she had no intention of ever going back there. The two girls settled into a cozy lesbian relationship. Not Johara’s first choice but she found it acceptable.

Tiffany was having sex with Johara one night and Johara was laying on the bed after Tiffany got up to pee. When she returned Johara was laying face down. Johara could feel Tiffany rubbing her butt and she just relaxed, Tiffany enjoyed rubbing her all over. Soon however she heard a jar lid and Tiffany’s greased finger went up inside of Johara’s asshole. Tiffany urged Johara to get her butt up in the air on her knees but still laying down. Johara figured that Tiffany was going to frig her with the dildo again. This time however as she felt the bed moving Tiffany straddled Johara’s legs and soon she felt a dildo pressing against her brown pucker. She tried to relax but the dildo was very large. Johara looked back to see Tiffany grinning and wearing a large black plastic dong. Johara put her head in the pillow and waited. Tiffany continued to press until the dong had stretched Johara’s ass wide enough to pass. Tiffany had put lots of lubricant on it and it slid home quickly. Johara moaned as the large plastic dong filled her ass.

Tiffany stroked away at Johara’s ass for the better part of half an hour until Johara finally had an anal orgasm. As she didn’t have any sensitivity in her clitless pussy anymore this was her only pleasure and she seemed to enjoy it very much. Afterwards as Johara lay on the bed Tiffany went to the bathroom to wipe down the plastic dick. “So you really do enjoy anal sex a lot.”

“Yes mistress I do.”

“Come on an clean up, lets go down to the mall. The new place I told you about is great.” Tiffany said.

“Ok.” Johara got up off the bed and went to wipe her butt. She was sore from all the activity but still the prospect of going shopping appealed to her.

The two women took the subway a few stops down to the shopping mall and then went into the new boutique that Tiffany had told Johara had just opened up a week earlier. Tiffany was carrying a large handbag and browsing the racks. Johara is in the fitting room and when she comes out Tiffany isn’t there. She looks around the store for a few minutes; it is a small store, and eventually leaves. Looking in the stores around that one in the mall she doesn’t see Tiffany anywhere. She goes to a payphone and leaves a message for Tiffany on Tiffany’s cell phone voice mail. Unable to figure out where her roommate went to she eventually gives up and goes back to Tiffany’s apartment. She is only in the apartment for an hour when she hears a knock at the door. Two policemen barge in and begin looking the place over after showing Johara their ids.

“Miss you’re under arrest.” One of the policemen says as he snaps a handcuff on her wrist. He spins her around and snaps the other one on behind her back.

“What! What is going on?” Johara asks.

“You’re under arrest for possession of stolen property.” The other man says and shows her a bag. She recognizes the bag logo from the store she and Tiffany were just at.

Johara was taken into the police station and booked. The men had taken her purse with her id with them and she was booked as Johara Hamid, the name on her fake passport. She was interrogated and said she had no idea how the bag of clothes got into Tiffany’s apartment. She told the female policewoman that she had only been living with Tiffany for a few months and that they had met in Paris. After several hours she was put into a cell with three other women.

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Chris took the lazy way out and called one of the home decorating places. They sent out a lady with carpet samples who made some suggestions for carpet for him. Her prices weren’t all that unreasonable either. They scheduled for a week later for the carpet to be put in. The decorating lady made a few comments about how he appeared to be a bachelor and Chris just hung his head and admitted that he was and yes he was a bit of a bachelor slob too. He said he wouldn’t mind paying a maid if he could find a good one but most of them either stole from you are were very unreliable. She suggested that she had a friend who could find one for him as that is what her friend did but she charged a $50 finders fee.

After the carpet lady left Chris called the maid finder lady up. She asked him about his home and how much maid service he needed. After spending an hour on the phone with her she promised to call him back by the weekend to set up a few interviews. Chris watched TV and went to bed later that night. The next three days were pretty uneventful for him as he went to work and did is usual routine at the gym on Thursday and a game of pool and some beer with his buddies on Friday night. Getting home late he got the message on the machine from the maid finder. He had almost forgotten about her. It was after nine but still not ten yet so Chris gave her a call. They set up for him to interview the three maids at 11:00 the next morning and the maid finder lady would bring them over.

Saturday morning Chris got up, ran a couple of miles around the neighborhood admiring some of his female neighbors and then went home and showered. He had just finished shaving when the doorbell rang.

“Mr. Wenge?” the lady asked.

“Yes, I’m Chris.”

“Glad to meet you. I’m Carol. This is Maria, that is Matilda and this is Juana.” Carol introduced the three Hispanic ladies.

“Well come in ladies.” Chris said. He then proceeded to show them his entire house and ended up with them out on the back patio. He brought out some canned tea and served them all. Carol suggested that he talk with each of them privately inside one at a time. Chris thought this was a lot like a job interview at work but yet didn’t quiet know what to ask prospective maids.

While Chris was talking to Maria the other three women were out on the patio. “Carol I don’t think this is going to work for me. It is a good hour bus ride from here to my home and I need to be there when my kids get off.” Matilda said.

“No problem, I’m glad you told me now though.”

“Sorry to be so much trouble but I didn’t realize how far it was.” Matilda said.

A few minutes later Chris and Maria come out. “Mr. Wenge, Carol doesn’t think this is going to work for her. I guess talk to Juana next.” Carol said. “Sure. Juana?”

Inside Chris and Juana talked for a few minutes and then he showed the three ladies out. After the three maids had got into Carol’s car she came back and talked with Chris. He selected Juana and Carol and he worked out that she could start next week. She would tell Juana and get the maid to call him to arrange what day she would work.

The following week Chris showed Juana around his house, still without carpet and she spent the entire day on Thursday cleaning it. She concentrated on the floors since they were due to be covered by carpet on Friday. Since Juana didn’t have a busy schedule yet Chris paid her half pay to house sit for the day.

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Several days after being arrested Johara talks with a lawyer who shows up. The lawyer explained to her that Tiffany was being charged with shoplifting, attempted shoplifting and was in possession of enough goods from the store that she would likely do some jail time. The next day the lawyer brings Johara before a magistrate and she is questioned and released. Returning home Johara tries to figure out what to do next. She calls the jail and finds out what the visiting hours are and goes to see Tiffany.

“Tiffany, I had no idea.” Johara said as she put the phone to her ear. The prisoners were separated from the visitors with thick glass.

“Sorry Johara. I guess I should have told you.”

“My lawyer said you’re going to be sent to a prison.”

“Yeah, I pled guilty to all the charges and they said I’ll only be in prison for a year.”

Johara looked at her former roommate. “So what now?”

“Well I don’t know. What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. At least I’ve got my job at the restaurant.”

“You think you can pay the rent on my apartment?”

“No way Tiffany, I can’t make that kind of money. What about your parents?”

“I doubt they’ll be sympathetic. I called my mom yesterday and she was pissed off. And my brother said he would come see me later this week before I get shipped out. Look if you don’t mind call my brother, his number is in my phone book. See if he can take my stuff and put it into storage or something.” Tiffany said.

“Ok. Tiffany I’m really sorry this happened to you. I still don’t understand why you did it.”

“I don’t know. I was being stupid. I thought because the store was new and they didn’t have any cameras that I could get away with it. I wish I would have thought about it and realized that their cameras are concealed. They saw every thing I took for over a week.”

“I’ll try to come visit you in prison.”

“Don’t worry about it. The place is a good twelve hour bus ride from here. I’ll try to write you when I get there and get the address, maybe we can stay in touch.”

“Tiffany, I’m going to miss you.” Johara said, a tear running down her cheek. Not just because her lover was taken from her but Tiffany was her friend too. They had enjoyed some good times together.

“I know hon, I’m going to miss you too. But hey, look at the bright side; at least I’ll be getting plenty of sex. You take care now.” Tiffany said and hung up.

“Ok. Bye.” Johara hung up but just looked a Tiffany through the glass.

The following week Tiffany’s brother did come pick up her stuff from her apartment. He left some of the basic stuff like a bed and TV for Johara. He was in a hurry to get out of there and Johara had the distinct feeling that he thought she had some bad influence over his sister. A week later Johara found a small one bedroom apartment for rent near the end of the subway line. It was a good eight stops away from her job but still would only take 20 minutes. She paid some movers to move the stuff and then turned in the keys for Tiffany’s apartment. She had forwarded the mail and the following week got a letter from Tiffany in prison. Tiffany was going to be in prison for two years once the final papers were filed.

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Chris got along good with Juana and besides cleaning his house on Thursdays she came over and cooked lunch for him most Saturdays. In exchange he would help her by loaning her his jeep to drive for the day. She had managed to get a driver’s license which helped immensely getting around.

Late one Sunday night Chris was looking at the personal ads on the internet again and happened across an ad from a somewhat exotic looking girl who said she was Arabian. He typed out a response and enclosed his picture. Following on to other ads he posted at least twenty replies before retiring for the evening. The next week Chris went with some people from work and took a flight to Atlanta, Georgia for a computer convention.

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Johara had found another Internet café in Toronto not too far from her work. She would sometimes go there when she got off early and as she had done in Paris jumped onto computers where people would leave early. She only got a few minutes here and a few minutes there but it was free and she would just carry around an empty cup with her as she went. She wouldn’t go to more than three on any one day to try and not arouse suspicion by the staff.

One day she was surprised and got an email from a fairly decent looking man. He seemed to be in his late thirties from the look of the picture but claimed he was 41. He lived in San Diego, California. Johara looked that up and found it was a long way from Toronto. She answered his email however.

In the ensuing weeks Johara tapered off on all but three men she was chatting with via email. One was a black man in Dallas, Texas. One was the man in San Diego, California and the third was a guy in Montreal. They all three seemed to be interested in her. Being she was now 20 years old she had decided that maybe she needed to figure out what she wanted out of life. Being a waitress and working for tips just didn’t really excite her. Going to school didn’t excite her that much either. Not that she wasn’t bright and liked to learn but she just didn’t seem to learn that much from reading books.

Eventually the guy in Dallas tired of her on email and got rather nasty in demanding that she meet him somewhere. She quite answering his email and started deleting it. He was persistent however and Johara set up another email account and gave it to the other two guys and abandoned the one with the pest on it. She got a few letters from Tiffany during the first few weeks then they seemed to taper off. She wrote back and finally got a response that Tiffany had found a new lover in prison that would get out less than three months after she did and they planned on moving in together. Johara cried herself to sleep that night. Even though Tiffany was a lot of trouble she was a good lover.

Johara asks both men to come see her. She wanted to meet them. The guy in Montreal whines that it is not a good time for him to travel but offers to buy her a bus ticket to come see him. Later that day she goes back to the Internet café and gets her email. One is from the guy named Chris in San Diego:

Dear Johara,

I would be delighted to come see you. When would be a good time? Can you get off from work for a few days to spend with me? I would love to go see the CN tower while I’m there. And the dinner cruise on the lake sounds nice. Write soon.

Missing you,
Chris

Johara is somewhat stunned when she reads it. Here he is offering to some see her. She just stares at the screen and blinks when it times out. The café is nearly empty and there is little chance of getting some free time. So she puts some quarters into the coin slot and gets 30 minutes. She logs back into her email and sends him a reply that she will arrange to be off whenever he says he can make it.

Going home that night Johara is so excited she can hardly sleep. She rubs her nipples and pulls at her inner labia. Then she reaches around and fingers her asshole. Tossing and turning she can’t sleep and gets up and gets out the enema bag that Armand had bought her. Filling it up with warm water she gets the whole bag inside of herself. Laying on the bathroom floor she starts moving the large nozzle in and out. Eventually she is pulling at her nipples and frigging her asshole with the nozzle and alternating between rubbing her full, grumbling belly. Slowly she manages to reach an orgasm. It is her first since Tiffany got busted.

The next day Johara can hardly sit still at work and doesn’t volunteer for overtime. She rushes over to the Internet café and gets the email she had been waiting for. Yes Chris can come see her and is the 17th ok with her? She hastily types out a reply and agrees to meet him at the airport. She had told him previously that she didn’t have a phone at her apartment and didn’t feel comfortable yet giving him her address. In reality however she didn’t want him to see the dump she lived in.

Maybe this guy wouldn’t be turned off by her face. Although her internet pictures weren’t all that detailed they did show her scars from the whips. Johara had tried to date a few guys locally but most of them wouldn’t pay much attention to her because she wasn’t pretty and didn’t have a large set of knockers. Johara knew as she got older it would become harder to get a guy. She had seen that several times with women friends of Armand’s.

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Chris arranges with Juana to get his mail and take care of his place while he is gone. He hops a flight to Toronto and settles in and takes a nap on the way over. At close to 5 hours he has a pretty restful time although his back hurts from the armrest. Getting off of the plane he clears through customs easily and goes outside. He sees the girl in the veil waiting.

“Johara?” Chris asks.

“Yes! Chris?”

“So do you take that off in public?” he asks.

“Sometimes.” She says and takes her veil off.

Chris is stunned. She is very young but also has some rather nasty looking scars on her face. He had thought that she might from the picture but didn’t bring it up. He didn’t want to be crass and just come out and ask. “Well you certainly are better looking in person.” He said. He goes to hug her and she pulls back. Even after all the emails that they traded he expected her to at least give him a hug when he got there. He did travel all this way after all to meet her.

“Well, I guess we go.” He said and walks towards the exit.

“So did you have a good flight?”

“Sure. Pretty smooth.” Chris said, now suddenly realizing he may have made a mistake coming here. And with her in her veil he had to wonder if she would be any good in bed. Hell he might not even be able to get her into bed without marrying her. Of all the stupid things to do to go into something like this so blind.

“So did you get a room at one of the hotels I told you about?” she asked.

“Yea, the Northwest Inn was pretty reasonable. It looks like from the maps that it isn’t too far out of downtown either.” Chris said aware that he might just be spending the next few nights stroking his own meat.

“It is close to the subway.” She said. “This way.” She grabbed his arm and steered him towards the subway station. She had got an extra rail pass for him and handed it to him.

The two made small talk conversation on the subway to the hotel. Johara knew which stop to get off on having already familiarized herself with the layout. Once Chris checked in he turned around and Johara was standing there waiting. “I’m in room 421” He said and looked at her. She smiled at him. He started walking towards the elevator and Johara followed. Arriving at his room he opened the door and she followed him inside.

“Not too bad of a place.” She said and sat on the bed.

“Well everything works.” Chris said stepping out of the bathroom after checking to make sure he had hot water.

Johara made no attempt to move as Chris sat on the bed beside her. She was nervous he could tell. However why didn’t she jump up and head for the door? She had pulled back from him at the airport and all he wanted was a welcome hug. What was up with that? Chris thought about it and then put his arm around her. This time though she didn’t make any attempt to move away.

She turned to look at him and smiled. “Thank you for coming.”

“You’re welcome. So how many guys have actually made the journey?”

Johara hung her head, “You’re the first.”

“It’s ok; you can be honest with me. I know most people have several relationships going on at the same time with this online stuff.”

“I am being honest with you. You are the first one that has come to see me.” She said and seemed somewhat put off that he didn’t believe her.

“Ok, chill.” He said and turned her to face him. “So were you in a wreck?”

Johara turned away but he turned her back and took her chin in his hand. “No, I was beaten.” “Beaten?”

“Yes. I .. I used to be the wife of a prince.”

“Huh? I thought you said you had never been married?” Chris asked. His uneasy feelings were rising even more now.

“Well you westerners wouldn’t call it married. There was no ceremony or anything. But I was his.”

“And he beat you like this?”

Johara didn’t answer. Why couldn’t she? She would have to eventually tell him, especially if she were to get naked with him. He would see that she had scars all over her. She could tell Armand without much trouble and she didn’t have much trouble telling Tiffany. Why couldn’t she bring herself to tell Chris? “Well… no he didn’t do it. I was, how do I say it? I think you westerners call it a harem. I was raised as a Muslim. My husband was a prince in the kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I was sold by my parents to be one of his wives.” She paused. Chris remained quiet, too dumbfounded to say anything. “I had refused to perform for one of the keepers and one of the other wives whipped me with a chain. She had promised him my body in exchange for getting to go with the prince out of the country.”

“That’s terrible. And this?” Chris said and touched her neck.

“I was tied up by my neck a few times when I was being whipped. Most of the time they would just tie us by our wrists or else put our heads into this hole but one of the keepers liked to use a rope and if you just stood on your tiptoes it wouldn’t cut off your air. He would then whip us until we nearly passed out. I fell a few times.”

Chris just sat and looked at her. The fact that she pulled away from him might not be because she didn’t like him at all. It might just be a fear of men in general after what had been done to her. “I feel so bad for you Johara. So what happened? I mean did you get sold or what?”

“I escaped.” Johara said and then proceeded to tell Chris of her flight to Paris. Eventually she slowed down and he leaned over and kissed her. She willed herself not to pull away this time. She had been chastising herself ever since the airport for pulling back from him wanting a hug. She didn’t know why she had done it but knew that it was a stupid thing to do. He had come all this way to meet her and it appeared that he was a nice man. Eventually the kissing led to other things and Johara voluntarily took off her clothes and let Chris make love to her. He put a rubber onto his maleness before entering her. She was secretly glad of that since she didn’t want to get pregnant and was nearly mid way between her red cycles.

Johara and Chris made love every day that he was in Toronto and she gave him a few blow jobs that he positively enjoyed. He was convinced that he wanted her but he had to convince her. By the end of the week however she was pretty sure she was about ready to move in with him. She wouldn’t have to work anymore and could go back to the life of being a kept woman. She wouldn’t be beaten like she had been in the harem and she would have the luxury of having a lover that wanted her every night. Chris even seemed to finally get over her rough looks from the chain whip scars. She noticed though that every time she told him a story about the harem that his dick got hard. Johara didn’t, however take Chris to her apartment.

At the end of the week Chris went back to San Diego and asked Johara to go with him. She hesitated and still couldn’t bring herself to make that commitment. They agreed to stay in contact with one another. Johara exchanged a few more emails with the guy in Montreal and it was obvious he was lazy. She even got into another email exchange with a new guy who was in India somewhere. That didn’t last long as she figured out he was married and was just looking for a girlfriend. Johara went to a night club one night and picked up a guy finally towards midnight when all the women turn beautiful. She went with him back to his place and when she took off her clothes he sort of freaked out on her and threw her out. He kept calling her an ugly whore and Johara went home in tears. The next day she called Chris and asked him if his offer for her to move in was still good. He didn’t seem quite as enthusiastic as before but agreed that it was. Johara sat in her apartment and thought about it. She hadn’t been terribly nice to Chris and he seemed to be a nice guy. What was it that kept her from being open and warm with him? She realized after reflecting on it for a while that his lack of enthusiasm was her own fault since she wouldn’t commit to him when he came to visit her and offered to take her home with him. She wrote him a long and sincerely apologetic letter and sent it off snail mail with a picture of herself in it. She apologized for being so frigid at the airport and apologized for not being able to make up her mind when he wanted to bring her home with him. She begged for his forgiveness and asked if he would come get her.

The next day she got an email from him and he asked her if she was ready to commit to being his live in lover. He said he would take care of her but that he needed for her to be there for him. She replied back and then didn’t hear from him for nearly a week. Apparently Chris had gone on a vacation. When he did get back to her he told her he would send her a ticket to come to San Diego. The following day she got it. Johara thought about it and realized that she had put the damper on the relationship and didn’t hold it against him for not coming to her rescue like she had hoped for. He had, after all, come the first time. She couldn’t blame him for not wanting to get spurned twice and resigned herself to having screwed this relationship up. She made herself a promise to try and fix it. So Johara sold what she could sell and left the rest and turned in her keys to her apartment and went to the airport with just two pieces of luggage.

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As Chris waited at the airport for Johara he wondered if she would show. He had heard stories of people selling the tickets sent to them as part of a general Internet scam. He didn’t have her home address and no way to contact her other than the email. She could disappear on him and he would never find her. He did wonder though after all that she had been through if she could be a loving girlfriend. She had told him the first night he went down on her that it did no good since she had been sliced up at the harem. He examined the folds of her vulva closely and sure enough couldn’t locate her clitoris. It may well have been cut off. Chris was sort of disappointed though in that he wanted to be able to provide her with sexual pleasure yet she wasn’t capable of having any. She willing gave him a good blow job without much prompting. And her twat was nice and tight, then again she was just 20 years old. Chris wondered if she would cheat on him. At this point though he figured what the hell, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Soon enough though she came walking out of the gate area. He walked up to her and she surprised him by giving him a hug. He put his arms around her and held her close for a second. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“And I’m glad you were here to meet me. Things will be ok between us, you will see.” She said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well I thought a lot about the time you spent with me in Toronto.”

“You mean the letter?”

“You got it?!”

“Yes.”

“I meant what I said, I am very sorry for being so cold to you. Can you forgive me?”

“I think so.” Chris said carrying one of her bags.

After arriving back at Chris’ house he showed his new girlfriend around and then they went to the bedroom and had sex. Neither of them could keep their hands off one another. Eventually however the call of the body took over and Chris took Johara out to a restaurant to eat since he didn’t have much at home. She clucked at his lack of food in the pantry and promised she would cook for him tomorrow. Chris showed her were the nearest grocery story was, some two blocks away on the way home. They fucked like rabbits again upon getting home from dinner. Chris had managed to get over trying to bring her pleasure and instead just concentrated on himself. He had to admit that it felt pretty good fucking her. She kept her twat shaved and smooth, just like he liked it. He had asked her about that in Toronto and she admitted to him that she had always shaved it, that being the way taught her by her mother and all Arabian women kept it shaved smooth.

The next evening Chris got home to the smells of something cooking. He didn’t have a clue what it was that Johara served him but it tasted ok. A bit rich for him and definitely middle eastern in appearance. The rest of the evening the two spent fucking hard. Johara had finished up on top and then got up and went to the bathroom and closed the door. That was odd, Chris thought, she usually left it open when she peed. Doh! She must be taking a crap. He could hear water running. Then a long time went by before he heard the toilet flush. Long enough for him to have dozed off. Eventually Johara came back to bed.

“You ok? Are you sick or something?” Chris asked, concerned as she turned off the light and crawled into bed with him.

“Yes I’m fine my big man. I was just cleaning myself out.”

“Huh?” Chris asked. Johara responded by taking his hand and guiding it between the cheeks of her ass where her anal dilator poked out.

“A butt plug?” Chris was confused. He had seen them on XXX videos but had never had a woman in bed who was wearing one before.

“It is to keep my hole open for you.” She said softly.

Chris was shocked beyond words. Keep her butt hole open for him? “So the noise of water running .. you were giving yourself an enema?”

“Yes my lover.”

“Oh.” Chris was amazed. She had cleaned her ass hole out for him and now had a butt plug in so she would be open for him. The only thing he could think of was to put his dick in. And that was already hard having gone from asleep to 6 inches in less than 60 seconds. Chris turned on a lamp and looked into her eyes. She smiled at him. Johara then reached down and felt his member. Another smile and she rolled over onto her stomach and put her butt in the air. Chris didn’t need further prompting. He threw the sheet back and got up on his knees. Take a hold of the butt plug in her he pulled it slowly while balancing himself by having his other hand on her cheek. While he was doing that Johara had some lotion in her hand and was rubbing his dick up and down with it. He knew he would blow in short order from the way that her lotioned up hand felt alone. Never mind, he had a better target in mind and straddled her narrow hips and looked down at her scarred back. She was luscious. He put his dick at her entrance and pushed gently. She pushed outwards with her asshole and he watched as if in slow motion it opened up and swallowed his dick. He pushed it in to the hilt and nearly came right then from the intense stimulation of having her soft anus wrapped around his cock. Chris had ever intention of taking nice slow strokes but by the second stroke his plans were forgotten. By stroke twenty everything else was forgotten as well as he blew his load deep within her ass. Johara was moaning too and begging for more. Chris tried to comply and stroked a few more times until he got too soft. It was enough for Johara though and she had what appeared to be an orgasm. Chris was amazed as he had never heard of anyone having an orgasm in their ass before.

“Johara, that was so good.” He said as he lay down sideways pulling her with him and still embedded in her soft and luscious asshole.

“Yes my lover it was. You see, you can bring me pleasure.”

She did have an orgasm! He wasn’t just imagining it. If that didn’t beat all. “You like it in the ass?”

“Yes! It feels so good. When I was in the harem they taught me to enjoy it that way. And I can’t get pregnant from it either.”

“So do you want kids?”

“No. I’ve thought about it and decided that I really don’t want that right now. I’m not sure if I ever will. Are you disappointed?”

“No. I would be happy without having any more.” Chris said, he still hadn’t told her about his vasectomy. Lucky she hadn’t brought up yet him not using a rubber. He had thought about what disease she might have had but decided that he had to trust her when she said she was clean and that if he was to have her long term he needed to be comfortable having her without a condom. Not only would that get expensive but it was just damned inconvenient.

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Three weeks later Johara answered the door on Thursday morning and let Juana in. Chris had decided to keep the maid coming once a week and Johara seemed to like talking to her anyway. He hated to let Juana go just because he liked the way she cleaned his house and she seemed to be better at it than Johara to begin with but also because Juana admitted to only having four other clients and not having him as a regular would probably put her in a bind. He knew she was illegal but he didn’t really care, he didn’t plan on running for any political office anyway.

Johara goes out onto the patio by the pool to sunbathe. She has on a skimpy bikini that Chris bought for her. The vacuum cleaner running in the house was getting on her nerves anyway. As she steps out from the patio door a man steps from behind one of the shrubs and clamps his hand around her mouth and puts a knife to her throat. Johara’s eyes get wide and she is in disbelief that this is happening. He drags her back around the corner and another man goes into the house. He soon drags a kicking Juana out in the yard. Both women are then secured with ropes around their wrists behind their backs and the men wrap duct tape over their mouths.

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Johara tried to get loose but the rope was too tight. Her and Juana were thrown into the trunk of a car and driven for a very long time. At one point they were in stop and go traffic for nearly an hour or so Johara thought. Once the car stopped the trunk was opened and the two women were dragged out and into a house. There were several men there pulling her and Juana out of the car. They were all talking in Spanish. However Johara understood them well enough even though her Spanish was rather poor.

The men took her and Juana into a building and she was tied down to a table. Then her clothes were cut off. She rolled her head to the side and saw that they had done the same to Juana. She still had the duct tape over her mouth though. Some of the men make comments that she has been whipped before and joke that her pimp probably did it to her.

Soon enough another man comes in and most of the men leave except for one. This new man looks at her and starts yelling at the man named Eddie. Apparently Eddie had been sent to abduct Juana and had mistakenly taken both her and Juana. Eddie kept trying to explain to the guy he called Felix that he had no way of knowing so he grabbed both women. Finally Felix calmed down and apologized in that Eddie did indeed have no way of knowing since he had never seen Juana before.

Felix runs his hands over Johara’s body and marvels at her shaven pussy. He runs his hands up and down it and plays with her wetness. He then tries to rub where her clit would be but she doesn’t respond. He rubs around for a little while then stops. He pinches Johara’s nipple hard and she inhales sharply. Then he turns his attention to Juana. He takes off his belt and whips her hard for a good twenty minutes using the buckle end. Johara can hear the belt hit the steel welding table every now and then. Mostly she hears Juana’s moaning.

“What you stupid bitch you didn’t think I would find you? Huh? I pay to have you stay in shape. I buy you the best clothes, the fanciest shoes. You spend money like it was water and do I complain? No, I just give you more. You’re a good fuck little one but you pissed me off this time. And that fool guard of yours, Ricky, him I fed to the coyotes! Stupid little bastardo came back whining that he lost you. I lost her El Patron, I lost her. Fool! He knew to keep you out of trouble. No matter. You see, you come back to me every time. Of course some detective is enjoying mas cervzas tonight no doubt on what I paid him to track you down. But I got you back. Turn her over.” Felix said and walked out of the garage.

Eddie then busied himself with retying Juana so she was face down on the table. Then he turned Johara over also. He ran his hands over Johara’s body and licked on her neck. Felix came back and surprised him.

“Sorry boss.” Eddie said.

“No problemo. That one I’m not really interested in. Who knows who she is.” Felix said and lashed Juana’s ass savagely with a thin antenna whip he had in his hand. It was a small diameter fiberglass whip like you would find on a car. Built to not break even if you ran under an awning. Juana arched her back and squealed at the pain of it across her buttocks. Felix stopped and looked over at Johara who was watching him. “No, that’s not right. You would know something about my Juana, wouldn’t you. Let her talk.” He motioned to Eddie.

Eddie pulled the duct tape off of Johara’s mouth and tore out some hair in the process. She screamed and then stopped. “What do you want with us?”

“I want to know what Juana has been doing?”

“What do you mean? Why are you doing this to us?” Johara asked. She didn’t try to get too hostile with this man, she was after all tied down. Not that she hadn’t been beaten before, having spent years in the harem where beatings were nearly a daily occurrence.

“What was she doing with you?” Felix asked running his hands over Johara’s scars.

“She was cleaning my boyfriends’ house. I was by the pool.”

“Cleaning your boyfriend’s house? Humm. So my Juana is a common maid now? I see. And did you hire her?”

“No sir, my boyfriend hired her. He had her before I moved in.” Johara said as Felix reached between her legs and played with her wet pussy.

“You’re not going to complain about me touching you?”

“No sir, you have me tied down. I don’t think it would do much good to complain.”

“But you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” Felix said and stuck his finger inside and frigged her slowly.

“Well actually not as much as Juana would. When I was young my love bump was cut off.” Johara said.

Felix stopped and furrowed his brow. “Eddie, turn her over.”

Felix continued talking to Johara while Eddie bused himself retying her ropes. “How young were you?”

“Thirteen.”

“And who would do such a thing?”

“I was in a harem in the kingdom of Saudi Arabia. When they bring new wives into the harem they are prepared for pleasing the prince and it is not our duty to please ourselves.” Johara said.

This gave Felix a pause. “A Saudi prince.” Felix went outside the garage and motioned for Eddie to follow. Once they got into the house Felix slammed the door. “Fuck Eddie, the wife of a Saudi prince? Sweet virgin Mary do you have any idea of what you have done.”

“I am sorry El Patron, I had no idea.”

“Fuck!” Felix slammed his fist through a wall. “Those bastardos can pay for an army to chase her down. What kind of house was it?”

“It seemed a normal American house El Patron. Just a couple of bedrooms and a normal kitchen. Your house is much nicer.” Eddie said, fear now in his mind. Felix was right, a Saudi prince if he wanted his wife back would have them all killed.

“She said that he had Juana as his maid before she got there. Maybe this girl is the wife of a prince but I would bte that was no prince’s home you took her from. Think. Think. What the hell is going on here. Dammit Eddie.” Felix paced back and forth. He went back out to the garage where the two women were tied down to the tables.

Felix ran his fingers along Johara’s slit and parted it gently. “Nice, I like them shaved. I should have had my Juana do that a long time ago. Eddie, see to it that Juana is shaved. Now what is your name?”

“Johara.”

“And you say you are the wife of a Saudi prince?”

“Si.”

“So this house you were in was not the prince’s house?”

“No sir.”

“You said it was your boyfriend’s house?”

“Yes sir.” Johara answered. She could tell that this man Felix was thinking about something. He seemed intrigued that she was the wife of a Saudi prince. Maybe she could use that to her advantage somehow. “I am sure that if you call him that he would give me permission to bring you pleasure as I have brought pleasure to master Chris.”

Felix stopped his caressing of her vulva and furrowed his brow. “Perhaps so. Perhaps so. But we will not bother him. I am sure he would prefer to sleep. He is at home, your husband the prince?”

“I would think so.”

“Please forgive my man Eddie here for taking you. He was instructed only to get my girl Juana and didn’t know what she looked like and grabbed you by mistake.” Felix said untying Johara. “Eddie, where are her clothes?”

“El Patron, she had on only a bikini. I am sorry but my men cut it off of her.” “Well don’t just stand there go get her something to wear. Take her into the house and get her some of Juana’s clothes, Juana has too many anyway.” Felix said and helped the naked Johara up off of the table.

“My apologies madam Johara. I hope you will not bother the prince with my mistakes?”

Johara had figured it correctly; Felix seemed terrified of the fact that she was married to a Saudi prince. There is always a bigger fish she thought to herself. “Then you will bring me back to master Chris’ home?” She decided to press her luck. It was obvious that she was a sex slave at some point by the scars on her body that didn’t go unnoticed by Felix. However he seemed to be more concerned at the moment that her husband the prince wasn’t pissed at him.

“But of course. So this master Chris must be a good friend for the prince to give such a lovely wife like you to him.”

“Yes, he is an important man. I am to serve him as I would my husband.”

“There, just follow Eddie and he will see that you get some clothes to wear. Eddie, get Maria to fix her some supper.”

“Yes sir, El Patron.”

Johara could hear the squeals after every crack of the antenna against Juana’s back as she walked out of the garage. Eddie led her into the house and back to a bedroom. He opened the closet and the dresser for her. “You are a lot taller than Juana, but about the same in the hips. Hopefully you can find something that fits.” He said and then excused himself and closed the door. In the hallway he saw Maria and told her to take care of the woman and fix her something to eat. He then went out to the garage where Felix was still whipping Juana slowly with the antenna rod.

“Ah, Eddie. So she is finding something?”

“Yes sir.”

“After she has eaten I want you to drive her back to the house where you got her and let her off. Here, give her this when you do.” Felix stopped and took out two thousand dollars in American money and handed it to Eddie.

“But don’t you think she will remember where we brought her from?”

“Perhaps but I know that if her husband wants to find us he will. A man like that has unlimited dinero and I hold no illusion that he would spend it to find her. Apparently he has given her to this master Chris fellow for some sort of a favor. I think the quicker we bring her back to him the better. And any man getting the wife of a Saudi prince as a gift probably has more than enough cajones that I don’t want to cross him unnecessarily either. Get her back relatively unharmed and perhaps they will forget about it.”

“What about Juana?”

“She is not your problem.”

“But what if he wants his maid back?”

Felix thought about that for a moment. “She couldn’t have been his maid for more than a few months. I doubt she has ingratiated herself to him enough for him to come looking for her.”

“As you wish El Patron.” Eddie said and went back into the house.

He got a beer out of the fridge and sat at the dining room table. Maria came in a few moments later and said that the woman was still trying on clothes. She got out some tortillas and meat and began making some tacos.

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Chris was about to go nuts calling around to see if anyone around had seen Johara. He couldn’t figure out where she had gone. He was beginning to suspect that she had just gotten pissed for some reason or another and left. The only thing he couldn’t figure was that the iron was still on the ironing board and was piping hot. It had been left on. The patio door was open too. Johara’s clothes were all in the bedroom didn’t make much sense either. If she had moved out she would have taken at least some of her stuff with her. Chris checked and her anal dilator was in the bathroom in the vanity drawer where she usually kept it when she wasn’t wearing it.

At 5 o’clock a.m. he heard the doorbell ring. Looking out the peephole he saw Johara. He opened the door wide. There she stood. “Johara!” A tear rolled down her cheek. “Johara, what’s wrong? Where have you been?” she went to Chris and put her head on his chest and began crying.

After telling Chris about what had happened he started to get mad and call the police then stopped. What could they do anyway. The kidnappers had taken Juana down to Mexico. And from the sounds of it the guy had lots of hired muscle. Mexican mob was Chris’ guess. Johara was pretty upset about what they were doing to Juana. She didn’t seem to be all that upset about them kidnapping her although Chris was plenty mad about it. He was however happy to have her back.

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Two weeks later Johara is studying, something she really hates, to get a driver’s license when the doorbell rings. She goes to the door and looks out the peephole and doesn’t see anyone there. She is about to turn and go back to the den when she hears a car door slam somewhere nearby. She looks out the peephole again and nearly jumps out of her skin when the doorbell rings. She doesn’t see anyone there. She hesitates then opens the door just a crack and peeks out and hears a scratch sound down low by the ground and looks down. It is Juana! Johara opens the door and Juana is lying on the ground clutching her chest. Johara goes to her and sees the cuts and bruises all over the woman’s face. Juana passes out and falls back to the ground, her head lolling over. Johara is in hysterics and calls Chris at work. He tells her to hang up and dial 911.

When Chris arrives home he finds a fire engine, four police cars and lots of gawking neighbors. Making his way to the door he is stopped three times by police and allowed to pass each time as he tells them he lives here and shows his driver’s license. Finally inside Johara runs to him and wraps herself around him. “Oh Chris it was awful! The ambulance just took her away.”

“Mr. Wenge?” a man asks. Chris nods. “I’m detective Barnes. I’ve got the story from your wife here about the maid and the kidnapping two weeks ago. She told me the maids name is Juana Rodriguez, is that right.”

“Yes, as far as I know that is her name. Is she ok?”

“We don’t know. Why didn’t you contact us two weeks ago when your wife was kidnapped?”

Chris snorted. “Yeah right, like you could really do something about her being brought to Mexico. After she came back I left it at that. Not much you could have done. She wasn’t harmed and I got her back. Not much you can do about that is there?”

Detective Barnes nodded, Mr. Wenge was right, there wasn’t a whole lot they could do. Report it to the state department and that was about it. The illegal immigrant being dumped at his doorstep however did present a different problem. “So do you know where your maid lived?”

“No idea. Maybe the service I found her through. Here.” Chris said and flipped his address book to Carol’s number. “Carol, on the right hand side.”

Detective Barnes copied down the number and handed the book back. “Any idea why she was dumped here?”

“I don’t know. But since she was kidnapped along with Johara I’m guessing that must have come back here and hoped Johara would help her.”

The detective asked a few more pointless questions and then Chris asked and found out what hospital that Juana had been taken to. He got in the car and drove Johara down there. Once there the staff seemed less than helpful for nearly half an hour of him pestering them to find out where Juana was at. Finally a doctor came out and spoke to him and Johara who was still in tears and asked if he had any insurance cards for Juana. After seeing that Chris wasn’t going to pick up the medical bills the doctor said she was going to be moved to ICU for observation. Apparently she had a massive blood infection in addition to numerous cuts and contusions all over her body. A policeman showed up asking Chris and Johara questions until Chris told him to go talk with detective Barnes. Finally the guy left. Several hours later Juana was in ICU and the hospital finally let Johara go see her. Later that night Chris took Johara home.

The next morning detective Barnes was banging on the doorbell bright and early. After letting the guy in he went over the details of the kidnapping with Johara again, filling in some blanks. Chris went to work and later got a call from Johara at the hospital, the detective had dropped her off there. She got to see Juana around noon and the maid was talking some. That night Chris went by to see Juana and she seemed to be a bit better than the previous day. She had five different IV bags hooked up to her. Finally he pried Johara away and they went home. Johara wasn’t in a very good mood.

“Honey, what they did to her is horrible.”

“I know but it isn’t a lot worse than what happened to you in your homeland. She had her clit cut off same as you were done.”

“Yes but at least they stitched me back up afterwards and I was given something for the pain. They just put some tape over her to stop the bleeding. Then what that doctor did to her. I can’t imagine waking up to find that your breasts have been cut off.”

“She is lucky that they stitched her up after that.”

“Who would do such a thing?”

“A really pissed off Mexican mob boss boyfriend, that’s who.”

“Can’t you do something?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“Well he seemed somewhat afraid of you after I told him that I was the wife of a Saudi prince. He seemed to think that maybe perhaps he not ought to cross you either.”

“So what am I going to do Johara? Huh? You want me to go do there and kick his ass? That won’t do any good, you’re just venting and that is fine but stop and think. You met the guy and you; yourself said he was a monster. You are damned lucky that he didn’t do the same to you. Just by some quirk he got afraid that someone was going to go looking for him if he touched you. Consider yourself damned lucky you’re alive. Juana too for that matter. She did say that they let her off at the end of the street and said that I could have her now. I think your pal Felix knows exactly what he is doing. He cut her up badly so she will have to live the rest of her life without her breasts and unable to have children. He could have killed her. Instead he wanted her to suffer more by living. I know you’re pissed but you’re going to have to get over it. Don’t make matters worse by trying to get revenge against this guy. Just let it be and I doubt we will ever hear from him again. We’ll buy a new house farther to the North around San Clemente. The drive is about the same for me either way. That way they won’t know where you or Juana are at anymore.”

Johara looked at Chris. “Then you’ll take care of her?”

“Yes, she can live with us.”

“Oh thank you Chris. I know I haven’t known her long but going through that night when they took us somehow I want to help her. I know I can’t make it all go away but she is like the discarded husk of what she once was. Thank you for taking her in.”

“Yeah sure.” Chris said. He like Juana and would have gladly had her as a live-in maid. Even though he knew she was a rich bitch girlfriend of a Mexican mob boss she didn’t come off with him that pretentious of an attitude. She did have some class it seemed. Chris didn’t have any doubt that she lived it up at Felix’s expense but he figured she flaunted his money just to get even for him taking over her life. Well he had certainly messed up her life now – if she lived. The blood infection and brain infection she had were raging through her body from the poorly perform mastectomy and clitorectomy. And she had also had a hysterectomy as well. Major surgery any one but to have them all done at once had weakened her to nearly death. And judging from the scars and marks on her she was well beaten before that ever was done to her. Indeed she had been in Felix’s hands for a full two weeks.

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Two weeks later …

Juana is released from the hospital and is taken home by Chris and Johara. They put her in a guest room and Johara nurses her back to health. The INS drops by and after seeing the Mexican woman’s condition declines to deport her. Chris gets the name of the supervisor and schedules an appointment. He visits the INS a few days later and after a lengthy discussion gets the papers for Juana to claim asylum filed. With Chris offering financial sponsorship, Juana’s medical case file forwarded from the hospital and her affidavit claiming asylum the INS judge grants her a work permit so she can stay in the US.

“Thank you senior Wenge for helping me.” Juana says as she sits at the table for supper. She says a prayer before she begins to eat.

“You’re welcome Juana. I’m glad you are alive. The judge said your papers will be mailed here next week. Did Johara tell you that I found a house?”

“Yes she did. I still cannot believe you are going to take me with you. You are both such kind people.”

“Juana, we care about you very much and you can live with us. Chris is happy for me to have a playmate.”

Chris smiled and took a swig of beer.

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A month later ..

The movers dropped the last of the moving boxes and Chris signed for it. Johara and Juana were busy unpacking and cleaning the house. It was a twenty year old split level half way up the hill. It didn’t have an ocean view but did have a nice view of the valley below. Not quite at the top of the mountain so the price was still reasonable enough that Chris didn’t notice any increase in his mortgage. After the movers left he went out for some pizza.

That night the girls were getting ready as they could for bed when Johara came to Chris with a concerned look on her face. “Chris we can’t find the box with the sheets for the guest beds. And the boxes with the mattress pads.”

“But you found ours I see.” Chris said as he shaved his evening stubble.

“Yes but Juana doesn’t have anywhere to sleep except the sofa.”

“Well I’m sure that she won’t mind just for one night.” Chris said and wiped his face. Johara was still standing there. “What?”

“Well I was sort of wondering if you wouldn’t mind if she slept with us tonight?”

Chris raised one eyebrow at that. “I guess not but I’m not wearing any fucking pajamas.”

“No problem, she has seen you naked before.” Johara giggled.

Chris showered and then jumped into bed, naked. Johara took a shower and then went off down the hallway wearing only a robe. Chris lay back and massaged his arms, they were sore from moving today. When Johara came back she saw this and started rubbing him. After finishing the front she got him to flip over and was sitting beside him rubbing his shoulders while he lay with his head on the pillow. Soon he felt a second set of hands on his feet. Now this was interesting, he thought as he enjoyed getting a massage from two women.

Relaxing to see what they would do he felt Juana sit on his ankles and proceed upwards massaging the backs of his thighs. Johara meanwhile was about mid back. The two met and each took a cheek, massaging it deeply. Chris relaxed and enjoyed it. He needed it too, his buttocks sore from trekking up and down too many steps today.

He felt Juana get up off of his ankles and Johara was pulling him over. The lights dimmed and Johara massaged his front again. Chris lay back with his eyes closed and felt Juana’s somewhat smaller hands rubbing his shins. As Johara finished with his pectoral muscles she took each arm and massaged it. Meanwhile Juana had worked up to his thighs. Laying there buck naked he was very much aware that Juana must at this time be looking at his dick. Try as he might he couldn’t stop the thought and could feel himself getting hard. Johara jumped across the bed and sat down and began rubbing his other arm. Then he felt a small hand on his dick. It had to be Juana, both of Johara’s larger hands were on his left bicep right now. He felt the small hand stroke softly up and down his dick. Then a pair of wet lips enveloped the head of his cock. Chris let out a sigh as Juana proceeded to take as much of him into her mouth as possible.

After bringing Chris to a rocking good orgasm and slurping all of his jizz he felt her wipe him with a towel then both women disappeared. Chris, in bliss just didn’t care and lay back and fell asleep. He felt someone crawl into bed beside him on the right and opened his eyes. The lights were off. He felt and smelled Johara snuggle up to him. Then he felt motion on his left and could feel the small hands of Juana reaching across his belly and then felt her body press up against him. She was very warm. Chris reached his arm out and cradled her head in the crook of his arm as she snuggled even closer to him.

“Where did the two of you go?” Chris asked Johara. “I was giving Juana an enema. The anti-biotics she is on keep constipating her. I’ve been giving her an enema every other day since she got home from the hospital.”

“Oh.” Chris said. Well if anyone knew about enemas it was his Johara. After what she had told him about it in the harem he just accepted the fact that she was kinky and liked her ass filled up with water. Now it seems she must be trying to get his maid addicted as well. Oh well, not that bad of a kink as kinks went. “So do you feel better now Juana?”

“Yes I do. Johara gave me a very nice enema. And she let me give her one too.” Juana said.

“I have been telling Juana that I learned to enjoy anal sex after what happened to me and I think she will too.”

“Really? Well then I guess I’m the luckiest man on earth. Two beautiful women to make love to anally.”

“I loaned Juana one of my anal dilators. She had been wearing them for a week now. She is ready for you master.”

Chris lay there with Juana snuggling up against him all warm and cuddly. He reached down and verified and sure enough she had a butt plug in her. Chris felt her stroking his dick slowly. He was getting hard too. Damned, what a streak of luck he had had lately. Two women in bed at once. Both gave good blow jobs, both swallowed. Both wore butt plugs. And soon he would have had both anally. Having Johara anally was like a dream come true. And he had no thoughts of cheating on her, what would be the point? No one could be better in bed than Johara, raised and trained to pleasure men. Now to have Juana too. Johara turned the light on dim mode. Juana smiled at him in the soft light and then began kissing him. After a few minutes she broke away from his mouth and headed south. Johara took over kissing Chris. Then he felt Juana’s lips on his dick again. Johara helped Juana move her butt up in the air and handed Chris a jar of lube. Chris spread Juana’s cheeks and eased the butt plug out of her. She practically inhaled his dick when the plug slipped free.

Chris dipped his fingers into the lubricant and then put them in Juana’s ass hole. With two fingers inside of her he scissored them open and made sure she would open enough. Then he put more lubricant inside of her with the other fingers. He had taken a big gob of the stuff that he and Johara used. It was a hard paste at room temperature but body heat would melt it quickly. So he shoved the gob into her and removed his fingers. Her body heat would liquefy it and make for a smooth and easy entry. Johara handed him a small towel to wipe his fingers off. After wiping quickly Chris got up and Johara held her hands on Juana to keep her from getting up. Chris straddled her legs and positioned himself. Johara was stroking Juana’s head slowly and whispered into her ear. Then Chris saw her nibbling on Juana’s ear. He reached down and held her cheeks apart and eased his dick to the entrance of the Mexican woman’s ass hole. Then pushing forward slowly she relaxed and let him into her soft, slippery, warm ass hole. Chris felt himself go in and went all the way to the hilt. Juana inhaled as he straightened the first bend of her colon.

“Oh Chris…. Oh that feels good.” Juana said in a low, deep voice.

“Oh yeah.” Chris said as he started a slow rhythm in the girls ass. In less than a hundred strokes he couldn’t hold back from the pleasure that she was giving his dick and he exploded inside of her. He kept pumping though at a somewhat slower pace. Johara had kept up her nibbling of Juana’s ears and kissing her. And she had been stroking Juana’s inner thighs too. Juana tensed up and Chris could feel her sphincter contracting around him. He suddenly slipped out from the pressure and his floppy, slippery dick could just no longer stay in such a tight place. Juana let out a moan. Chris lay back panting from the effort. Juana collapsed on the bed in the throes of the small orgasm.

“Thank you master.” Juana said.

“You’re welcome love.” Chris panted.

“See, I told you it was possible to still have an orgasm. It helps to play a bit first with a few enemas.” Johara said.