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Walk Like An Eqyptian
By Victor Ramierez
Based on ideas by Cruel.
Chapter 1
It was like something out of an old Hollywood movie, people were rushing around in every direction, a sea of humanity all going about their business. The same could be said for any food market in this part of the world, it was a place of business, a place for meeting and a place for dining. To a foreign tourist, particularly a westerner used to super markets and department stores, this was something exotic and intriguing.
Eline and her friend and co-worker Christine were both definitely in the latter category. A pair of would be adventurers, here in the outskirts of Cairo on a final adventure before they both settled down to their lives and their fiancées whom they had left at home.
Eline was the older of the two, a worldly 27 years old, or so she thought, and the de-facto leader of the expedition. She was a thin woman, with shorter brown hair, which hung to the base of her neck. Her sharp eyes darted around behind her rectangular glasses, taking in the people around her, enjoying the sights and smells of this foreign place, and ignoring the unpleasant signs of poverty all around her. The rose coloured glasses of a tourist can do wonderful things.
Christine was not enjoying this nearly as much, she was trying to stay away from the nasty little beggars, trying to beg borrow or steal whatever they could from these attractive young women. She prodded Eline in the shoulder and indicated that their guide, Ayman was getting away from them through the crowd.
Ahead of them, the short little chubby Arab man, turned back to look at the two western women who were quickly falling behind. He stood and waited for them, scratching his patchy, oily, short black beard with one hand, while he idly scratched his round belly through the rough looking fabric of his loose fitting shirt.
The one called Eline was leading her friend towards him, happily he watched them, Eline’s smaller a-cup sized tits were not as large as her friend’s b-cups but she had a nicer arse. He liked Christine’s longer brown hair, but would happily take either of them into his bed if the chance arose. He smiled as the younger 23 year old broke away from her friend and rushed forward.
“Thanks for waiting, I thought we were going to lose you,” said Christine, giving Eline a look of recrimination over her shoulder.
“Don’t be ridiculous, he wouldn’t leave paying customers behind, not a sharp business man like Ayman,” smiled Eline at the swarthy little, balding, middle-aged man waiting for them. His sweaty dark skin glistened in the afternoon sun, and she wondered when was the last time he had bathed.
“Indeed not, your money is always welcome in my coin pouch,” laughed Ayman as he turned and walked ahead of them jangling his little leather bag of coinage. “Bitch!” he thought to himself. “We’ll see how clever you are soon enough.”
Eline and Christine had been friends for a while, they both worked in the same office in the city and had been planning this holiday together for months. They had arrived here in Egypt, eager to see the wonders of the ancient world, along with the luxuries of their resort. Due to their new guide Ayman they were also seeing the real Egypt that most people don’t know about or even want to see.
Ayman had met the women by chance, or so they thought, when Christine had walked into him as they were coming along the footpath on a busy Cairo street. They had picked him up and made sure he was all right. He in turn warned them about the dangers of walking around the city by themselves, any number of calamities were simply waiting to befall them in this sort of place.
“Look around you,” he said, waving his arm at the masses of people pushing past them.
“Any one of them could be a pick pocket, or a murderer, a kidnapper, or a rapist even.”
The two women looked at each other with worried expressions and then turned back to look at the strange little man who seemed to have befriended them.
“Why look here madam,” he said, indicating to Christine to come closer. Gingerly she stepped forwards and cautiously glanced down at his hand concealed beneath the voluminous material of his cloak. He produced a women’s purse.
“Hey! That’s my purse!” she snatched it out of his hand and stuffed it back into her bag, which she didn’t even realise was open.
“There you are, that’s my point entirely. You are far too trusting, and too easy a target for an experienced operator. You are lucky that I am a man of the utmost calibre, a gentleman of the highest order,” he grinned and puffed up his chest like Superman.
Eline tried not to laugh at him, and Catherine gave a snort and a little giggle.
“It is your lucky day!”
“Oh yeah? Why is that?” asked a sceptical Eline.
“Because I, Ayman, am the finest guide in all of Cairo. The lovely people who I have been helping through the city for the last few days have returned home to their fine country, and I am now between customers. Very lucky for you indeed!”
The two women looked at each other, unsure of what to say or do. They did not know if he was serious or not, they suspected he was though.
“How much will that cost?” asked Eline as she prepared herself for some ridiculous amount.
“I wish you would not talk about such an unpleasant subject. Money causes all the problems of the world… and yet we all require it. It is a mystery, is it not? However for such lovely ladies as yourself, I will give you the bargain price of 50 pounds a day, and I will take you on the most comprehensive tour of the city, my tours are like no other in Cairo, I guarantee it.”
Eline quickly was working things out in her head.
“That’s about 9 dollars a day,” she said thinking to herself out loud.
“Ok then,” said Christine as she turned to face him. “We accept.”
“What?” hissed Eline under her breath at her friend. “I was still thinking!”
“Well it’s decided now,” she said with a weak smile at her annoyed friend.
“I suppose it is,” sighed Eline resigning herself to the fact that they now had a guide.
As good as his word, Ayman had escorted them around the city. He had taken them to museums, ancient sites, and shown them local fair. Today they had been to see the Pyramids and now they had returned and were taking one final look at the markets before they returned to their hotel for the evening.
“Are they feeding you well?” asked Ayman as he pulled his ancient, battered little yellow car up in front of the building.
“Yes the food is lovely,” said Catherine, eager to express her good will towards the hotel.
“You are leaving soon, yes?”
“In two days, then you will be rid of us,” laughed Eline, looking to see what reaction he gave.
“That is very sad. In that case, you must come and have dinner with my family and friends this evening.”
“No, we couldn’t impose on you like that,” said Eline, jumping in before Christine had a chance to say yes. Eline was still a little bit wary of Ayman, even though he had been nothing other than the perfect guide.
“I will not take no for an answer,” he said, licking his lips at the thoughts running through his head. “I will be here at 6pm, make sure you have your appetites ready for a feast awaits you.”
“Alright then, we’d love to,” Christine happily replied.
Eline looked at her friend and just shook her head in defeat. “We’ll be ready at 6.”
After an evening of drinking home made alcohol, feasting on food they could not identify, and dancing and singing with lots of people who didn’t speak a lot of English, they found themselves having a fantastic time. Eline was letting her guard down and was enjoying herself amongst these complete strangers. Christine was dancing with a group of children, who all giggled and swirled around her. All the people in the group, sang and clapped their hands, all the while being cautious not to be too involved with these women, after all they knew what was going to happen next.
Just before Ayman had fallen down drunk, he had arranged for one of his sober friends to drive them back to the hotel. So the two tipsy, laughing women followed the muscular, handsome looking youth from Ayman’s household out into the laneway behind, where his van was parked. He walked slightly ahead of them and opened the rear doors to the van. They moved closer and Eline looked up but couldn’t see into the darkness within. A second later several large muscular men in black combat pants and singlet tops sprang out of the back of the van. The black ski masks they wore concealed their faces from the girls, and just as they were about to react, some sort of cloth was forced into their mouths and stuck into place with duct tape. Eline began to struggle with them, trying to mount some sort of drunken defence, but was quickly subdued with a slap to the face, which sent her glasses flying off into a nearby bush. She lay on the ground stunned for a moment, while her wrists and elbows were being bound together with the same tape. She was hauled up to her feet, and the last thing she saw before they put the calico sack over her head was Catherine being trussed up in exactly the same way.
She felt herself being lifted into the back of the van and thrown like a sack onto the floor, immediately thereafter she felt her friend land alongside her.
A deep male voice broke through the darkness, directed at them.
“I hope you had plenty to eat, you both look like you could do with a good meal,” he said with a throaty laugh as Eline felt a hand quickly squeeze her little left breast and then let go of it.
“No meat on your bones at all.”
She tried to yell back at him but only managed a loud mumble.
She heard the men all laugh, and the van began to drive away.
She wasn’t sure but she thought she could hear Christine quietly sobbing through her sack, so she huddled up against her for moral support, as the van began it’s journey into the night.
Chapter 2
Slowly Ayman blinked, shading his face from the harsh morning sunlight assaulting his reddened eyes. Cautiously he sat up and groaned as his head throbbed, he had drunk a lot last night, and his family had obviously managed to drag his sleeping form onto the small couch at the back door from the spot where he had collapsed. He now noticed the hustle and bustle of the city, which he could hear just beyond his back fence. Realising that the time must be later than he thought, he quickly got to his feet and stretched, rolling his chubby belly from side to side as he tried to loosen his back up from sleeping awkwardly. Once upon a time he would have thought nothing of a big evening like that, but now as he was approaching fifty… well let’s just say he was not getting any younger. Ayman grinned as he went inside to see what his family were up to today, he knew what his day would entail, and he was sure that it would make him feel a lot younger. He felt his cock twitch against his leg as he allowed his fantasies to carry him away, and decided to make all haste to where his new friends were camped.
Eline sat on the cold floor, where she had been sitting for the past few hours. She and Christine had been bustled out of the van and into a building, without ever having the hoods removed. She was unsure how long they had travelled, and now they both sat in fear, waiting for the next outburst from the large angry man.
Christine had tried to speak to him, and he had responded by screaming hysterically at her, and then without warning had slapped her across the face. Christine had no warning and as she couldn’t see what he was doing the whole thing came as a total surprise leaving her to collapse to the ground in shock. Eline had heard this and then heard her friend crying. She felt someone move alongside her, and he started to speak quietly to her, almost hissing like a serpent in her ear.
“I hope you realise that we are very serious people. We are not to be trifled with. You and your friend here would be wise not to provoke us again. If Wael gets angry enough, it could be a lot worse for the both of you.”
She heard them all leave, some of them were laughing, and the door closed and was then locked with a loud click.
She wiggled herself across the floor to where she guessed her friend had landed and the two of them sat there, tied, gagged and hooded, trying to offer comfort to each other as best they could, knowing this probably wouldn’t turn out well.
Eline blinked rapidly as her eyes tried to adjust to the bright lights shining in her face. Someone had cut her bonds and dragged her out of the room. They had forced her down to her knees on the floor a short distance away and then yanked the hood off her head. After a moment her eyes partially adjusted and she could see a bare room, with large lights set up pointing at her, and a camera filming her every move. She felt the gag loosen and then it was removed from her mouth. She gasped and tried to get the horrible taste of the damp fabric out of her mouth.
A large man wearing army fatigues and a black ski mask stepped into view in front of her.
“Look at me whore,” he almost spat at her with contempt.
She glanced up at his face as requested. Immediately he slapped her across the face and yelled at her. “How dare you look at my face! You have no right to cast your unworthy eyes upon my glorious features.”
She had no idea what to do or say, this guy was a maniac, so she just nodded and stared at the floor.
“That’s better, now take this,” he threw a newspaper at her and she caught it.
“Hold it up you stupid western cow, so we can see the date and the headline.”
She did as she was told and sat there as he moved around behind the camera where another guy, also in a ski mask, began filming.
The large men stepped back into the camera shot, holding a large knife and a machine gun, which was hanging from a strap around his shoulder.
“This western whore is our captive,” he said as he prodded Eline with the end of his gun, she cringed in response and he grinned at her displeasure. “We are the Brotherhood of the Asp, proud Egyptians tired of seeing our heritage and our country overrun by western tourists, sold to the highest bidder. My brothers and I, like the Asp, are prepared to strike venom into the hearts of the western oppressors. Two western whores are now here with us, what is your name whore?” he jabbed Eline with the gun again.
“Eline Bresner,” she said quietly.
“And your companion?”
“Christine… Christine Chapman.”
“Good, answer faster next time,” and he quickly slapped her across the face again, causing her to overbalance and fall over onto the floor.
He turned back to face the camera. “You have seen our comrades in other lands, struggling to free themselves, and you have seen the videos that they make. We are just as sincere, however we can make our guests last a lot longer. Can’t we Eline…” he said ominously as he grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up into view. “Eline and I could become such good friends,” he said as he grabbed hold of her left breast and squeezed it sensuously for the camera, as she flinched in a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort. “Such very good friends,” he whispered theatrically as he dragged the flat side of the large knife blade down the side of her cheek, before using it to slice open the front of her blouse, exposing her small bra underneath.
“Do you want to see what we do with little western whores?” he licked his lips and grinned.
“Should we send you more footage? If you don’t want me to continue, then you’ll make a goodwill gesture, send a small amount of money. Let’s say a nice round figure, one hundred thousand US dollars. We will be in touch tomorrow.”
With that he planted a wet kiss on Eline’s cheek through his ski mask, and then shut the camera off.
“So this was the first video clip?”
“Yes a second was posted on the internet today,” Jon hung his head in despair. The Police Sergeant put his hand on his shoulder, he was an older man in his late fifties and as he was just about to retire he didn’t need this kind of case to finish his career off. His pale leathery face was lined with worry, and his mouth tightened beneath his bushy grey moustache as he prepared himself to watch the next clip.
Jon Grussman was an average guy, average weight and height with light brown hair. He had received this first e-mail late last night, and after he clicked on the link and watched the clip he contacted the police immediately and they had sent Sergeant Michael Brunald around to see him this morning.
“These first images are a few days old, how do they expect me to respond that quickly? And where do they think I’ll get one hundred thousand dollars?”
“Be calm son, show me the second one.”
Jon pulled his notebook computer onto the coffee table and clicked on the e-mail link he had waiting on the screen.
“I only watched the first few seconds and then I had to turn it off, I can’t bear to think about what they’ve done to her.
The clip came to life, showing the same room as the previous footage. The sound crackled on and the large man with the gun stepped into the shot.
“We sent you payment details in the e-mail yesterday…”
Jon nodded and pointed at the paperwork sprawled out on the table before them, which he had printed out.
“…And now seeing as you have chosen to ignore our reasonable request, we will demonstrate to you just how serious we are about this.”
With a theatrical sweep of his hand he directed the camera’s attention to the wall where Eline was kneeling again.
Jon drew in a quick at the sight of his fiancée, he could see she was trying to be brave, her resolve was strong but he knew that she would not be able to handle too much.
She knelt there her blouse opened, as it had been yesterday, but looking otherwise untouched.
“I am sorry little whore,” said the man as he walked over to the frightened woman, and ran his rough hand down the side of her cheek. “Your lover does not think you are worth paying a little goodwill money to protect.”
“We don’t have that kind of money,” she hissed, almost begging him to believe her.
Jon could see that she was trying through sheer force of will, to convince this man that what she was saying was the truth.
Quickly the man spun back to face her, and with a forceful movement, he slapped her again, knocking her to the floor.
“I did not say you could speak!” he almost screamed this at her now. “Now get back to you knees, I did not say you could lay down.”
Eline slowly popped back up into camera view as she struggled back onto her knees. A red welt was appearing on her cheek, and Jon could see the rivulets of her salty tears, which were starting to run down her face, leaving little clean tracks in the dirt covering her face.
“It would seem that neither you, nor your fiancée are taking this as seriously as you need to be.”
He produced the large knife, and held it in front of Eline’s face, enjoying the fear he could see in her eyes as the light from the blade reflected across her face.
He moved around behind her so that his body was not blocking the shot, and so her face and her terror could be seen in every shot.
Reaching around in front of her, he held up the knife again. “Where should it go, eh you western Bastard,” he spat at the camera.
“What is his name little whore?”
Eline didn’t appear to understand for a second.
“Your man! What is his name you stupid little slut?”
“Jon, his name is Jon.”
“Very good. Well then Jon, what should I do to convince you eh?” he dragged the flat of the knife blade up and down Eline’s left cheek, and his tongue snaked out of the ski mask and began to run up and down her right ear.
She flinched, but Jon wasn’t sure what was bothering her more, the knife or the tongue.
The knife moved down her throat, over the top of her chest, and then with a deft flick of the wrist he hooked it under the centre of her bra. He lifted the knife away from her, causing the material of her cream bra to stretch before it suddenly gave way as it was sliced apart by the sharp blade. Both of her little titties were now exposed, and immediately she went to move to cover herself up.
The Arab man quickly grabbed hold of her left nipple and gave it a hard pinch, then a nasty twist that caused her to gasp in pain.
“I did not say you could move, put those arms down. I’m sure Jon has seen your tiny little tits before.”
Jon watched in horror as the man’s hand roamed across her exposed chest, fondling and tweaking her nipples.
“I do not see why you would bother with this one Jon, with udders this small she would be lucky to be able to feed a sparrow.”
Eline was embarrassed, Jon could see the look on her face as her assets were being belittled by her captor. Jon knew that on the surface her smaller breast size didn’t bother her, she always dressed to show off what she did have, but underneath he knew that it did bother her a little. To have this greasy kidnapper now groping her and making fun of her was almost too much to bear.
The man’s hand now moved down to her slacks, and began to slide the zipper at the side down, he popped the button open and with a quick movement he slid the dark brown material down to her knees, exposing her lacy cream panties.
“A bit more meat here Jon,” he chuckled as he grabbed hold of her arsecheek from behind, giving it a good squeeze.
“Shall we have a look at her prize?” he wondered aloud as he took a handful of the silky material below her navel. Forcefully he tore the panties away to expose the dark patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair.
Again she flinched as he ran his hand down over her pubic mound, but did not try to stop him this time, fearing for her poor pussy’s safety after what he had done to her defenceless nipples.
He slid his fingers up and down her lips, before ramming his middle finger into her pussy.
She groaned in pain, and Jon nearly fell off the couch. It was exactly as he feared, these filthy animals were going to abuse her poor little body.
“No!” he yelled. The video continued unabated, and he felt the reassuring hand of the police officer on his shoulder.
“Be strong son, there’s nothing you can do for her now.”
The man moved his finger up to where his nose would be and pretended to sniff his finger. “A lovely aroma, very clean and tidy. This surprises me, after all those hundreds of men you western women fuck, I would have thought it would be loose and unclean. You have done well with this one Jon,” he gave the camera a nod.
“But now it is time for some payment, and seeing as Jon has chosen not to send the money, then you will have to make it up to me.”
With a rough shove, Eline was forced forwards onto all fours, and he pulled the remainder of her panties away from her arsecheeks and threw them at the camera.
He unzipped the fly of his rough army pants and withdrew his semi-erect cock from his underwear. He began to stroke the length of his shaft, bringing it to full erection.
“Now are you ready little whore?”
Eline began to beg him, she said they would pay whatever he wanted. She pleaded with him not to rape her.
“I am sorry,” he said in mock tenderness. “I have to teach Jon a lesson, so you have only your fiancée to blame. Perhaps he will be quicker with his money next time.”
He spat into the palm of his hand and rubbed it on his cockhead. He moved in closer and then with a sudden thrust forwards he began to fuck her.
She screamed in pain, and sobbed as he inched forwards slowly, pressing forwards ramming it in again and again, jabbing it into her.
Once he had no further to go, he grinned, and grabbed hold of Eline’s hair to pull her head back, so the camera could see her face.
“Tell them what is happening whore.”
“No, please…”
“Tell them,” he slapped her thigh with his hand to enforce the message.
“He’s… he’s put it in my arsehole,” she sobbed. She hung her head in shame. “He’s raping my arsehole Jon.”
He laughed and suddenly began to move again. He began to thrust in and out of Eline’s poor little arsehole, enjoying himself.
“She is so tight, you need to make more use of her other avenues Jon, it helps to keep these bitches in line.”
Eline was groaning and sobbing in pain as her kidnapper continued to abuse her poor arse.
Again and again he grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back so the camera could see the look of pain on her face as he drove into the depths of her arse. He was enjoying debasing this woman, and the fact she hated it just made it even more pleasurable to him.
He dragged his fingernails down her back as he slid his hands down to take hold of her hips, forcing her back onto his cock, harder and faster.
Thrusting as hard as he was able, he rammed his hard cock into her, again and again.
“Ahh, your tight little passage has worked its magic on me whore,” he grinned and thrust deeply into her one final time.
Eline gave a half shriek, half sob as he did this. “No! He’s coming in my arse!”
“Yes little whore, I am filling you up with my seed,” he panted, and came to a halt.
“Just be grateful I did not shove it in your western cunt, otherwise your belly would be full of my baby-making seed.”
She started sobbing quietly and tried to bury her face into the floor.
“Perhaps that will be next time, eh Jon?” he said with a wink to the camera.
He moved back and zipped himself up, before standing and grabbing the camera off his associate. Quickly he brought it around behind Eline, who was unaware of what was going on. Spreading her cheeks apart with his fingers, he exposed her poor red little arsehole to the camera and zoomed in.
“Look there Jon, you can even see some of my righteous seed leaking out of her,” he laughed pointing at the small residue of his white semen, which was starting to ooze out of her abused hole.
The camera spun back to face him. “When I next contact you, perhaps you will be less reluctant to pay, yes?”
The image came to an abrupt halt, and Jon who had been frozen in horror on the edge of the seat, slumped backwards onto the couch.
“Well what the hell can I do?” he spun to face the policeman. “I can’t get that sort of money!”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be in touch with the Egyptian government straight away. They’ll find them. Let me know if they contact you again,” he stood looking at Jon for a moment, who was still staring off in disbelief.
“So we just do nothing?”
“You wait, and let us do our jobs.” He looked at Jon who was shaking his head in shock, and was apparently lost for words.
“I’ll let myself out.”
Chapter 3
Ayman wasn’t happy. He couldn’t believe his misfortune. These people were actually fanatics, they really believed that somehow their actions would result in some sort of change in policy from a government who made sympathetic noises, but had no intention of giving in to kidnap demands.
He had shown up here at the complex expecting the usual sort of thing, kidnap some women, pretend to be terrorists or whatever and then allow them to buy their freedom, or whatever, with their bodies. He and his friends had done it so many times over the years, he had had more western pussy than the star footballer at an American college. The years had caught up with his group though, and now most of them had chosen to retire from the game so he had been forced to find new associates to continue his love of tourist pusyy.
His brother-in-law had introduced him to these new people, and he had assured him that they would be prepared to partake in the usual sort of activities. He was going to have to slap his brother-in-law for getting him involved with these lunatics.
His lovely western morsels had been held captive for two days now, and aside from the maniac who led the group, no one, especially not Ayman, had been allowed to have the pleasure of using them as he had intended.
Ayman stood, wistfully staring at the locked metal door where his two beauties were being kept. He wondered if he could just open the door and pop in to visit them.
He looked at the empty corridor which led back into the rest of the building, and back at the door, which was tempting him. Slowly he moved forwards, his outstretched hand reaching for the handle. He grasped it, half expecting the gun-toting maniacs to appear, but they did not.
He started to slide the door, when the head maniac appeared. He jumped back into a walking rhythm, as though he had just been moving up and down on patrol or something.
The ski-masked lunatic gave him a look of contempt, before rapping on the door with his knuckles.
“Come out here… now!”
The door promptly opened, and a teenaged guy came out of the room, his machine gun slung casually over his shoulder.
“Leave the door open, I don’t mind if they can see out,” he said as the younger guy went to close the door behind him. “You can watch them,” he ordered Ayman, pointing back at the two women.
Ayman glanced inside to see the two women sitting on the floor in the corner, trying to shield themselves from it all. Christine had given her blouse to Eline who had lost her clothes during her last home video session. Ayman turned his back on the frightened women, and looked back at the two men outside in the corridor.
“How are you liking your assignment?” asked the gunman as he moved over alongside the young man, and put his arm around his shoulder.
The young man nodded appreciatively. “Thank you for the opportunity Wael, I will not let you down.”
“I am sure you do not intend to,” he tussled the young man’s black hair in mock friendliness. Suddenly with lightning speed, he drew a pistol from behind his back and let loose a bullet straight into the younger man’s forehead. “But you already have!”
The two women in the other room screamed in horror, and even Ayman was taken aback by this turn of events.
“Why?” was all Ayman could mutter.
“He forgot his place,” said Wael as he clicked the safety back on, and put the pistol back in the holster on his belt. “He was blurring the lines in his head between the western sluts and we, the righteous few.”
“What did he do?”
“He was caught speaking to these two,” he gestured angrily at the women through the doorway. “Speaking to them as though they were something other than the sub-human creatures that they are.” He spat at them in disgust, and snarled.
“These little sluts deserve nothing, no pleasantries, otherwise someone might forget the difference between us… and them.”
Ayman shook his head in horror as he watched the other men drag the young man away, as Wael led the way out of the hallway.
“A total lunatic,” thought Ayman, as he planned just how hard he was going to slap his brother-in-law.
Christine was shaking in terror, she had just witnessed a man murdered in front of her, and she had no idea what was going to happen next. Eline’s story was running over and over in her head, as well, and she was wondering when her turn to be abused would come.
The two women had huddled together in the aftermath of the young man’s death. Eline immediately had regretted her decision to try and win him over to their side, it had apparently cost him his life. She had never seen a man killed in front of her and as would be expected, she found it very confronting. She was trying to be strong for Christine, and was trying to hold back the sobs building within her. As soon as she heard Christine start to sob she broke down as well and the two of them were a blubbering mess within a few moments.
With a sudden grunt of pain, they saw the large figure of Ayman get shoved out of the doorway, and the ski mask man appeared, staring at them with an evil gleam in his eyes.
Suddenly his arm shot out, pointing straight at Christine.
“No!” she screamed as she tried to jump back away from the two gunmen who rushed forwards and grabbed hold of her. They roughly pushed Eline back to the floor as she tried to defend her friend, and then dragged Christine’s struggling form to their leader.
“It is now your turn little Christine,” he spat in her face. “Western slut!” and slapped her across the cheek. “Bring her!” he ordered as he turned on his heel and marched back down the corridor.
With a click of his fingers, Wael indicated they should start recording and Ahmed the camera man jumped to push the record button on the camera.
Wael was sitting at a large wooden desk, holding today’s newspaper up for the camera to see the date.
“Now the formalities are over, I notice with great regret that you have still chosen not share some of that wealth you western pigs have lavished upon you. I have heard whispers that you are wasting your time trying to find us instead of paying our reasonable request. That is a shame.”
Shaking his head in disappointment, he reached down and grabbed something off camera.
With a yank of his arm, he pulled on a leather dog leash, which then pulled a crying Christine into shot. He had put a red leather dog collar around her neck, and was pulling her around with the leash attached to it.
“Here is my other new little western bitch,” theatrically he reached up and flicked over the little metal identity tag on the collar. “Apparently her name’s Christine. Would her owner like her back?” he asked the camera.
“Do you think your man would like you back?” he asked Christine, only inches away from her face. “Well do you!” he screamed as he slammed his open palm down on the wooden desktop.
She jumped and began to frantically nod her head, managing to get out a silent yes, in between sobbing and gasping for breath.
“Well he’s not parting with a reward! Any good owner should always offer a reward to those good enough to return their little sluts to them.”
He turned back to face the camera. “I think I’m going to have to cover my expenses in some other way, she’s not cheap to feed you know.”
Wael stood up and led her over to the Ahmed, who was holding the camera on his shoulder in case he needed to move quickly.
Weal shoved her on the shoulder and after a second she got the message and sunk down to her knees.
“Undo his trousers and remove his fine Egyptian cock from its confinement.”
She shook her head no, and looked down at the floor.
“Do it now!” screamed Wael as he whacked her across the top of her head with his palm.
Trembling as she cried, she looked up at the trousers in front of her and the grinning face above her behind the camera. Hesitantly she reached up and took hold of his zipper.
“No I can’t, please don’t make me do this.”
“Do it now!” screamed Wael at the frightened woman. “Now!”
She quickly unzipped the brown trousers and slipped her hand inside, she gingerly took hold of the warm, damp penis and pulled it out into the open air.
“No don’t let go, you need to stroke it and wake him up.”
She looked up at Wael through tear filled eyes, silently pleading to be allowed to stop.
Wael quickly grabbed hold of a handful of her long brown hair and jerked her head back down to face the dirty looking cock in front of her.
“Do it now!” he screamed as he got right down beside her ear.
Silently crying, she reached out and again took hold of Ahmed’s cock, and began to slowly move her hand back and forth along its length. She shuddered as she felt it begin to swell and grow in her hand.
“That’s the way, now put it in your mouth. I’m sure you know how.”
“No… please no,” she begged.
“I am tired of this, bitch,” he raised his pistol alongside her ear and clicked off the safety catch, and pulled back the hammer, so she could hear it click into position. “Do as you’re told, and stop fucking questioning me. Do what I say, when I say it, or I can assure you that you won’t die quickly.”
Christine could smell the rank body odour of this man as she moved her head forwards and reluctantly opened her mouth. She tried not to retch as she tasted the warm flesh of his cock in her mouth, and her nostrils were assaulted with the strong odour of stale urine, sweat, and old shit, the smell of someone who hadn’t washed for a while.
“Yes that’s it slut, now get to it.” Wael grabbed hold of the back of her head and shoved it forwards, forcing Ahmed’s cock into her throat, causing her to gag.
“Oh yeah,” moaned Ahmed. “That’s great. She’s a top cocksucker. Keep doing that you cunt.”
Wael forced her to move her head back and forwards, taking Ahmed’s cock into her mouth as deeply as it could go. Each time he hit the back of her throat she gagged, Ahmed moaned as he enjoyed both her attentions and a great view of it with his camera too.
“Suck it bitch, I’m not your boyfriend so do it properly,” ordered Ahmed.
Wael was chuckling at this as he moved around behind her, and started to slap her arse through her grubby cream trousers.
“A little extra stimulation for you my brother,” said Wael as he reached out and unsnapped her bra. He quickly pulled it off her despite her attempts at preventing it, and exposed her b-cup titties to the drooling man working the camera.
Wael reached down and grabbed hold of the tit closest to him, he squeezed it roughly, and pinched her nipple hard, enjoying the noises of pain she was making. He flicked both of her nipples with his fingers, making them jump and stand to attention, much to Ahmed’s delight.
“Oh yeah, I’m going to paint those tits with my come. I’ll fill your throat up with it and watch it overflow,” he laughed as he panted away from her exertions.
Christine was horrified, what would her family think when they saw this tape, what they were making her do!
“Faster!” groaned Ahmed.
Wael forced her to speed up and drove her face into Ahmed’s pubic hair again and again as her mouth was forced down over the erect cock in front of her.
Ahmed could feel her throat spasm as it tried to eject his cock, and that pushed him over the edge. He felt the first jet of his hot come spurt out into her throat, and then he pulled his cock out of her mouth and aimed his come at her face and tits.
She coughed and choked on the come in her throat, and then flinched as she was hit in the eyes nose and tits by the hot come flying out of the end of the cock which had been raping her throat. After a few more jets of sticky fluid, he finished and slumped back against the wall behind him.
“Well, where are you manners? Clean him off whore!” yelled Wael as he shoved her head forwards again.
The end of Ahmed’s cock was shoved into her mouth again and she worked her mouth over it as demanded, until he had had enough and shoved her away, laughing at her.
“It is good to see that these little western sluts can suck cock as well as we have been led to believe.” Wael directed Ahmed to zoom in on the heaving breasts of the woman as she lay on the floor, for a moment he allowed the camera to catch the gobs of hot cum as it slowly slid down into a puddle in her cleavage. Wael then directed the camera back to focus upon him.
“Unless you want to see what an Arab orgy looks like, you will pay us immediately. I wonder how many fine Egyptian babies we can put inside these infidel’s bellies? If you do not want us to try, follow the instructions!”
Chapter 4
Eline and Christine had lost count of how many days they had been here now, it had been at least two days since the young guard had been shot and one day since Ayman had disappeared. They had heard the leader arguing with one of the other men when they realised he was gone. Apparently Ahmed was not happy with the arrangements and had deserted the camp, and the other guard was now worried that there were not enough of them to continue their work. The leader had quickly silenced him when he had realised that Eline was listening, and she received a slap across the face for her trouble, just to remind her of her place in the order of things.
On some level she had been hoping that Ayman had infiltrated the group to get them out, while on a more rational level she suspected that he was the reason they were here in the first place. Now he was gone, and there were no friendly faces left, only the mad man and a couple of associates.
Otherwise it had been quiet since they had brought Christine back from her video session. She had told Eline what had happened to her, and huddled up together they sat in the corner for the rest of the long lonely evening, waiting for the next act of cruelty and desperately trying to find a way out of this. They knew that it was likely they would be killed if they weren’t rescued, these hostage situations never ended well.
Jon was desperate for news, he had not been sleeping and ever since the last video of Christine being forced to suck off some filthy Arab, they had heard nothing. Until the next message all he could do was wait and worry, as was Christine’s fiancé Frederick.
As soon as a new video had been uploaded, the Police were aware of it even before he was, and now Sgt Brunald was knocking on his door.
They quickly arranged themselves in the lounge room and prepared to watch the video.
“I will warn you Jon,” started Michael tentatively. “I have seen this and you need to be prepared for what you’re going to see.”
Jon nodded silently and sat back to watch the horror his beautiful Eline was being forced to live through.
The video clicked to life and again they saw the same room with the desk, Eline and Christine were both in front of the camera sitting on the edge of the desk. Eline was naked and Christine was topless, apparently they had not been allowed to retrieve their clothes at the end of their previous ordeals.
From off screen a set of fingers clicked and pointed at something on the desk.
Christine stretched behind her, causing her breasts to jiggle and stretch as she moved around, totally exposed to the camera. She grabbed a newspaper off the desk and held it up.
“Formalities over? Good. Now as you can see they’re both still undamaged, but I wonder if this is going to be the last time you will see them in this condition,” said the man out of camera shot.
The figure moved around in front of the camera, it was the same man they had seen each time previously.
“Time and time again I have asked nicely, we have shown our good faith and have not hurt these little sluts. And yet you chose to ignore us, you do not even attempt to contact us.”
Quickly he moved back behind the desk, and put his head in between the two women’s, looking out at the camera. He grabbed their faces and pressed them in against his cheeks.
“Do you not want them back? They seem to be decent breeding stock, is there something wrong with them?” He turned each of them to face him one by one, staring into the frightened faces.
“I do not think they want you back sluts. Perhaps it is time I considered cutting my losses. Would you make good baby makers little whores? I might be able to sell you to produce fine Egyptian sons and daughters for the righteous fight against you western dung eaters.”
The ladies both gasped in horror and began to plead with him to wait a little longer.
“I’m sure Jon is doing something right now to free us,” Eline sobbed. She turned to face the camera. “Tell them Jon, contact them and tell them what you’re doing to pay for our release!”
Christine sobbed at the camera. “Frederick!” was all she could manage.
Jon gulped in discomfort, and turned to face the police sergeant. “So what are we doing to get them out?”
“Well we’ve been in negotiations with a local group that seem to know the location of Ms Bresner and Ms Chapman. They are helping the local authorities to get them out, we’ve even sent them some money for equipment.”
Jon nodded and turned back to the screen.
The masked man was pacing back and forth behind them, when he suddenly marched around in front of them and promptly slapped both of them across the face.
“I did not tell you that you could speak. If you do it again, I will cut out your filthy tongues and mail them to your so-called men, these men who have the cowardly livers of a slug. If they were any sort of red blooded men they would be here themselves to try and kill me with their bare hands to defend your honour.”
He turned and stared down the lens of the camera. “Perhaps I have not given you enough incentive yet.”
Wael had come to a decision and turned on his heel and went back to the desk, quickly he opened a drawer and pulled out a cane and some clothes pegs which he slapped down on the desk with a loud crack. Both girls jumped apprehensively, not sure of what was going on behind them, but both knowing it wouldn’t be good.
He took the flexible cane in his hands and bent it back and forth before giving it a quick swipe through the air.
He moved around in front of them and both women took in the cane with a look of horror.
“What are you going to do with that?” asked Eline in disbelief.
Wael quickly whipped the cane around and left an angry red looking welt on her chest above her breasts. She squealed in pain, and glared up at him as tears started to well up in her blue eyes.
“I can see that you will not learn respect by any other method. I have told you time and time again, do not speak without my permission!” and he gave her left breast a swipe with the cane. She gasped in pain and quickly grabbed her tit.
“I will have to teach you respect for your betters. Now let go of that pathetic little pimple you pretend is a tit, I have more in store for them.”
He turned and faced the camera. “I think this lesson is also for you Jon.”
Christine recoiled away from Eline as Wael began whacking away at Eline’s tiny breasts with his cane. Again and again it slashed through the air, to be met with a painful intake of breath, a gasp or a sob.
Eline was almost lying back on the desk now, reeling from the pain in her chest as her abused titties were glowing red hot from the crisscrossing lines of abuse.
“I think it is now your turn,” he grinned as he turned and began to attack Christine’s tits without warning.
Immediately Christine began to beg, and each time she uttered anything he would slash at her white breast meat in an ever-growing frenzy.
Panting from his exertions he took a step back and drank in the sight of the two women lying back painfully over the desk. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the clothes pegs, nimbly he stepped forwards and in swift precise movements attached them to the four red nipples laid out before him.
With a squeal both Eline and Christine’s hands shot up to their nipples, trying to remove the pegs. With a whack from his cane they were quickly discouraged as he rapped them over the knuckles.
“Do not touch those pegs, they will come off when I say so and not before,” and he then moved back to the camera, leaving them on the desk.
“I think this is going quite well, don’t you Jon? Frederick?” He nodded at the camera in almost a conspiratorial tone, and beckoned it in closer to him like he was going to whisper a secret to it. “Actually, I don’t think I’ve taught them enough of a lesson, time for a bit more I think.”
He moved back and grabbed hold of Eline’s hair, pulling her upright on the desk.
“Stand up cow,” he ordered as he yanked her off the desk. He spun her around to face the back of the room and then shoved her forwards in the shoulder blades. He pressed her down face first into the desk, exposing her naked arse to the camera.
“Hmmm, lovely piece of arse Jon,” he gave her right cheek a quick slap and watched as it jiggled slightly and she writhed in pain a little. “This should do nicely.”
He stood up quickly and started to rain down blow after blow with the cane. It whistled through the air time and time again, as Christine watched in dazed disbelief and Eline started to cry openly, and by the time he had given her twenty-five strokes of the cane, she was a quivering mess with a very red backside.
“Your turn,” he said, pointing at Christine as he grabbed the waistband of her trousers and pulled her off the desk.
She was pleading with him to spare her as he started to unbutton her slacks, and she received a slap across the face for her trouble as she tried to prevent him pulling them down.
With a swift move he dropped her trousers to expose her legs and white lacy panties. With a quick grab he seized her panties, ripped them off and threw them at the camera.
Christine tried to cover her exposed pussy and was given a rap over the knuckles with his cane, and quickly she pulled her stinging hand away.
She winced as he spun her around and forced her face first down onto the desk, pressing her sore and still clothes pegged nipples down into the desk.
Wael stepped back and admired the lovely young arse before him, they might be heathen but they still had nice bodies.
Without warning he struck her across the butt cheeks, and she cried out, trying to grab hold of her stinging cheeks, not press her tits into the desk too much, and not trip over the trousers around her ankles. Before she really had time to get too far with any of these, Wael struck again.
He enjoyed the chorus of sobs as he happily laid into her arse with the cane, again and again until he could count at least twenty different marks on her sweating red cheeks.
“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did Frederick?” he asked as he looked back over his shoulder at the camera. He ran his hand down over the curve of her arse, feeling the welts and listening to the painful noises she made as he came into contact with each welt. “I think Christine really enjoyed it too.”
Wael had left them on display like that for a few minutes while he went off screen, allowing the cameraman to have his fun, and zoom in on whatever he liked to.
Jon was watching this in anguished disbelief. He had expected there would be some kind of retribution for non-payment but he really had hoped that further brutality could be avoided.
“Dear lord no,” he dropped his head into his hands and ran his hands through his hair in anguish. “How do I save them from this?”
“Son,” said Michael as he put a comforting hand on Jon’s shoulder. “This has already happened. We can do nothing to change any of this, and there’s more…”
The scene had changed, now the camera zoomed in and out on the exposed pussy of Eline Bresner. Wael had sat her down in a wooden dining chair, and then had forced her to spread her legs and straddle the chair, one leg over each arm. She was now seated almost doing the splits in a kind of almost gynaecological arrangement.
“As they say in decadent western Hollywood, the show must go on,” said Wael as he led the now naked Christine into the scene by her hair.
He turned Christine to face the camera, and held his pistol up to her head, he cocked the trigger and she winced as she heard the mechanism click into place.
“Your friend has gone through a lot Christine, hasn’t she?”
Christine nodded, unsure of what was going on.
“I think it’s only fair if you try and comfort her. What is it your hag mothers say to their western brats?” He thought for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. “Let mummy kiss it and make it better,” and he shoved her head down in the direction of her friend’s exposed genitals.
Christine dropped to her knees from the force of the shove, and then kneeled there looking in bewilderment at her friend’s dark pubic hair in front of her.
“What do you want me to do?”
“You’re not a total fool are you?” demanded Wael as he moved down positioning himself only centimetres away from her face.
“Lick her fucking smelly cunt, you stupid cow. I want to hear her come or else…” and he turned and fired the pistol into one of the wooden beams on the other side of the room.
Both girls jumped in shock, and then Eline looked at her friend and nodded.
“Just do as he says Chris, it doesn’t mean anything. We both know we’re not like that.”
“Shut it,” Wael gave Eline another slap across the face, as he grabbed a handful of Christine’s hair. He propelled her face first into the gaping pussy of her friend. “Get licking bitch.”
Christine had never encountered another woman’s pussy like this before, the strong aroma of her sex was filling her nostrils as her pubic hair scratched her lips and mouth. Wael was pushing her face in, moving it from side to side, almost smothering her in Eline’s pink cunt flesh.
Eline looked down at the sight between her thighs, she could see the top of her friend’s head as she was being forced to go down on her. She watched in a state almost detached from reality, as Wael moved around behind her and began to fondle her tits, rubbing her nipples as he snapped the clothes pegs off and dropped them to the ground.
“Do you like that slut? Your friend’s wet tongue is buried in your smelly little snatch, I’ll bet you get her head down there every chance you get, don’t you? You’re both little lesbian whores, aren’t you?”
Eline’s mind was racing from all these insults. “No, no we’re not!” she sobbed as Wael continued to hiss his taunts into her ear and rub her abused nipples.
“Don’t forget to make her cum Christine, we all want to see that on camera, don’t we Jon?”
Christine had no idea what she was doing, and was simply guessing at what she thought would feel good. She had licked around gingerly at first, but after having her senses overwhelmed by the raw sexuality of the situation she had finally lost herself in the moment and had her tongue buried deeply into Eline’s moistening snatch.
Despite her best efforts, Eline found that she was slowly responding to her friend’s wet tongue that was currently tickling her clit. She gasped in pleasure as Wael pinched her nipples, and continued to massage her tits.
“I don’t know why I bother with these little lumps, there’s barely even a handful,” hissed Wael gleefully. “I don’t know how Jon can stand to have a woman so poorly equipped. He could at least buy you a boob job…” he slapped both of her little breasts, making her hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Christine’s face was getting slowly wetter as Eline’s body was responding more and more to this forced muff diving. As Christine was sucking on the little hood at the top of her friend’s pussy, Eline suddenly arched her back in the chair and began to moan violently, suddenly grabbing hold of the back of Christine’s head driving it further into her dripping box.
“Yes! That’s the way babe, just like that,” she groaned as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm.
Christine drove her tongue back inside her friend’s warmth and buried her nose into the little clit, rubbing it back and forth. This set Eline off like a rocket and she writhed as the waves of her orgasm washed over her body.
After a moment of two she started to ease back down, to the cold laughter of Wael who was applauding slowly.
“I told you they were all little sluts who would fuck anything didn’t I?” he asked Ahmed who nodded with the camera. “Here’s all the proof I need,” he pulled Christine back to sit alongside the chair, her face glistening with Eline’s juices and her saliva. He then pointed at the quivering snatch still gaping open before him, glistening in the light.
“I don’t think Jon’s going to pay up, do you?” he asked Ahmed, who shook his head no with the camera.
“Let’s just fuck them, then shoot them in the head and get on with out lives…”
Suddenly there was some sort of explosion and shouting. Jon couldn’t make out what was going on, there seemed to be dust and a lot of yelling, then all of a sudden the picture stopped and the screen went to static.
“What the hell’s going on?” Jon was panicking now.
“Wait, there’s more,” the Sergeant instructed.
The image crackled back into life just as the lifeless body of the ski mask man was being dragged away by some other new men. These Arabs were wearing some sort of long flowing robes with headdresses, eye slits the only way to see any facial features at all.
There was a shorter, fatter one in the centre of the picture, he gave the retreating body a kick as it went out of shot, and then turned to the camera.
“The brotherhood of the Asp is no more. We the true sons of Egypt have reclaimed this place from them,” he said as he waved his hand around indicating the building they were in.
“For years we have had a fine tradition here. Little western sluts, like these,” he reached down and pulled a dusty Christine up into the shot by her hair. “They have been taken for our needs, and then put to good use, and never has a drop of unnecessary blood been spilt. The Asp have sullied these traditions so now we must come out of retirement and rise again, to reclaim our heritage, to reclaim our tradition, and most importantly…” he spun Christine around and bent her back over the table again. He spread open her arsecheeks to expose her cuntlips beneath, and her quivering pretty little arsehole. “… to reclaim our western pussy.” With a flourish he pulled back his white robes to reveal his naked torso beneath, and his erect cock pointing out from his groin. He turned and lined himself up behind her then with a swift shove drove himself into Christine’s defenceless pussy.
“Ahhh, there’s nothing like it,” he groaned as Christine let out a wail of surprise as her most private parts were suddenly invaded.
He lent over her and laid his body down over her back, his cock still deeply embedded inside her.
“I just wanted you to know,” he whispered in her ear. “Ayman has come back to take what is rightfully his, I could not let scum, such as he, have you.”
Ayman then stood back up and began to slide his cock in and out of the stunned woman. He had long imagined what this would be like, and he was pleased that Wael and his scum had not yet used her. Christine had always been nice to him, and he had admired her body. After he had met them and gotten to know them he had decided against robbing them, in fact it was a combination of wanting her and wanting to teach Eline a lesson that had led to their current predicament.
To his left, Eline was still sitting, dazed and covered in dust with her legs still draped over the arms of the chair.
Another man walked into the shot and moved between her legs. He was a tall man, possibly quite solid and muscular, but it was hard to tell with his loose robes covering his body.
“You have fought well today,” grunted Ayman as he continued to happily plough Christine’s snatch. “Take her pussy for your pleasure, it is my gift to you.”
With a nod the man descended upon her, and she was quickly brought to a full state of consciousness as a very large slab of Arab cock started to force it’s way into her sticky little cunt.
“No!” she yelled, trying to push the large man off her, and as her cries devolved into frustrated sobs, he laughed as he slowly pressed down, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside her.
“She is tight this one,” he grunted. “A good find my friend,” he chuckled as he began to work his cock in and out of her.
Ayman watched this for a moment and seeing Eline brought down to size like this turned him on almost as much as the feeling of having Christine’s pussy wrapped around his dick.
He knew he was not far off, and began to pound into her harder and faster.
With a loud groan he buried himself inside her and started to pump his hot seed into the depths of her love canal.
“My god no! I don’t want to get pregnant,” she wailed as she felt the consequences of the first bareback fuck of her life filling up her belly. His warm cum was flowing through her defenceless womb, looking for her eggs to fertilise and fill her up with his bastard child.
“Ahh you are a good fuck my little Christine.”
With a groan from alongside them, the large man drove his hips forward and also filled Eline with a hot load of baby making sperm.
He slowly stood up, exposing Eline’s soaked pussy to the camera. Jon groaned as he saw the man’s white cum start to leak out of his fiancée’s abused vagina.
Two other men in robes came into the shot and then the big man lifted Eline up in the air as one of them sat down on the chair, and arranged his erect cock upright. The large man then lowered her back down, slowly impaling her arsehole on the waiting cock.
With a screech of pain she felt her arse being split apart by this new cock, and then the man beneath her grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her down further onto his cock.
Then he reached forwards and grabbed her legs, spreading them wide for the camera so it could see his dark Egyptian snake forcing it’s way inside her little white arsehole. The large man moved to one side chuckling at the screeching woman as the second newcomer then positioned himself in front of her and slipped his cock out of his robes. He moved forwards and slid his cock into her sloppy pussy and began to pound away at her too.
“I hope you are enjoying that, one cock in your arse and one in your pussy. Get used to it Eline, there are another six fine men here, all waiting to fill you up with the finest Egyptian cum.”
She could only groan at Ayman as her mind was reeling from the abuse her body was taking.
Ayman laughed and turned back to Christine, who lay on the desk with a frightened look on her face.
“Do not worry, I have decided that no one else will have you. Your pussy is mine, your fine belly will only carry my child,” he laughed as he slapped her naked tummy.
Suddenly he spun her onto her stomach again and moved behind her. “However I have not tried your delectable little arse yet, and I think I’m ready for a second course.”
Christine screamed in pain as she felt her anal virginity being taken from her as Ayman’s cock forced it’s way inside her.
She looked over through a veil of tears at Eline, who was now on the ground, on all fours. There was a new guy beneath her pounding away at her pussy, and behind her a guy with a huge dick was about to ram it into her arsehole. She watched in sorrow as her friend’s arse was stretched open on this monster cock, and as she screamed in pain another guy promptly shoved his cock into her mouth and began to ram it in and out of her throat.
Christine sat on the floor at Ayman’s feet, his cum was leaking out of her pussy and arsehole and the taste of his cock flooded her mouth as he had made her clean it off when he was done. Her spirit was broken and she waited for Ayman to tell her what to do next.
Eline lay on the floor nearby, in a pool of cum. She had it leaking from both her abused arse and pussy, and a stomach full as well from all the throat fucking she’d been forced to do. To top it off a few of them had finished by squirting their loads over her naked body. Ayman had been so turned on he had rushed over after forcing Christine to suck him to the point of no return, and then had shot his final load of cum right into Eline’s bitchy face. To top it off, he shoved her glasses onto her face, he had found them on a bush in the back lane of his house. He liked that look, her glasses completed the image for him as he watched his hot load slowly run down her face as she blinked to try and get it out of her eyes.
Ayman stared at the camera through the eye slit on his headdress.
“We do not want anything from you, we have taken all that we require,” the men around him all laughed at this. “We thank you for the financial assistance you gave us, and we have found them for you as promised.” Ayman nodded at the men around him, old partners and new talent who had joined the Sons Of Egypt, all well paid by their western friends in return for finding the two ladies.
“Now you have given us two fine breeding sows, and we are most grateful. Know that you will not see them again, however they will be well treated and kept for the rest of their lives.”
Ayman looked down at Christine and saw no reaction from her, he had seen that her spirit had been broken and he even contemplated taking her home with him to live.
“This one,” he said as he ran his hand through her hair. “She will bear my child to repay us for her rescue. Then once she has repaid me, she will use her fine body to service the other brave men of my country, and bear fine new Egyptian children to carry on our good work.” He turned at look at Eline, and the camera panned up and down her cumsoaked body.
Jon felt a sob escape his throat as he looked at the state she was in. She could barely move she was so exhausted.
“This one is too fiery to be a good free range breeding whore. We will have to send her somewhere she can be properly contained, and be allowed to breed in a controlled environment. Hopefully she is already carrying a fine son of Egypt, drenched as she is now with our warm seed, and this will make her more valuable to her new owners.”
She tried to prop herself up to say something, but slid back down into the mess of fluids on the ground.
“That is all, this transmission ends now.”
The screen went blank and there was no more.
“Will I get her back?” asked Jon in a quiet, little boy’s voice.
“Unfortunately it usually doesn’t work out that way. I’m very sorry. We’ll keep doing all we can to recover them, but you need to brace yourself for the possibility that you won’t see her again.”
Jon nodded quietly and as there was not really anything else that could be said, he led the Sergeant to the door and let him out.
Epilogue
Ayman smiled, he was a happy man in control of his special pleasures once more.
The Brotherhood of the Asp was no more, it had really only been those few core members and once the Sons of Egypt had returned to their rightful place, saving the beautiful breeding stock the Asp would otherwise have killed, their remnants had disappeared.
The Sons were vital and alive again, their passions reawakened. In the months since the liberation of the hostages, all the members had each found their own little breeding sow from one of the many tourists who flood through Egypt in need of a good guide.
Ayman’s little Christine had borne him a fine son, and she was now in the hands of some nomadic tribe who had paid him well for a fine specimen like her.
Eline had been a different story. He had sold her to a businessman outside of Cairo who had a speciality establishment. There were many men who would pay to enjoy the pleasure of taking a little western whore, and Eline was very popular. Ayman himself had been to visit her on a couple of occasions, on the house of course, and had particularly enjoyed watching her belly become full and swollen with the child of some unknown man. She would be wheeled out in her cage, where she was strapped into a framework that kept her on all fours. Her belly, when pregnant, could hang down beneath her, and her arse and pussy stuck out through the opening in the rear of the cage.
She still reacted angrily whenever she saw Ayman, which he also enjoyed, and it made raping her arse or trying to put another baby in her womb just that much more pleasurable.
He knew that it would not be long before her spirit would break and she too would be sold to a tribe somewhere who wanted a new breeding sow.
Until then he would take comfort in knowing that he would enjoy coming inside her just as much as he had that first time he had sampled her delights. With a smile, he thrust his erect cock forward and forced it inside her unwilling arsehole. Her pregnant belly swung in time with the thrust and she tried to recoil but the cage held her in place.
With another groan from the abused woman, Ayman drove his cock in and out of her poor arsehole, savouring the sensations.
Yes, life was good.
Copyright 2007 Victor Ramierez
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