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CAFE BEIRUT
(MMM/FFFF, Mind-Control, Slavery)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/
cse1986@rocketmail.com
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Cindy and Shannon approached the counter with couple of six-packs as usual – Cindy placed a plastered smile on her face as she handed over the Heinekens…

“Hmm…  Imported beer!  Rich girls!” the young Arab smiled back with a smirk.  “So, you got ID?”

“Well…” Shannon replied, “You think we’d be coming to this dump if we had ID?” with as sarcastic a smile as she could muster.  The Café Beirut gave both co-eds the creeps, but this was the only place willing to look the other way near Boston College, especially after the recent crack-downs.  

Cindy tried to smooth the way – Shannon always had a tongue on her.  

“Well, here’s an extra five” she tossed another bill to the young clerk.

“Oh, a five dollar bill – that should smooth things over, huh?  Never mind…  I wouldn’t care if you girls were 15 – I don’t care about your dumb American laws anyway…  Take the beer.”

The clerk looked to be in his mid-twenties – he was dark, olive-skinned, but extremely well-built, obviously fond of weight-lifting as his stretched t-shirt showed…  He did have the typical shadow beard of Middle-Easterners, but the short, crew-cut hair and the ear-ring on his left ear presumably set him apart from the typical jihadist…

Cindy picked up the six-pack – “well, thank you then…”.  They left the building, and made it outside to meet Jennifer – she was still having her ice-cream…  “Got the beer?” she asked.  

The clerk had also made it outside, apparently for a cigarette break, and began chatting with his friends – couple other young Arabs, similarly buffed.  They looked like they hit the gym together.

“Well, thank you Al Qaeda boys!” Cindy yelled at them, and her girlfriends chuckled along.   “Hopefully, from next month on, we won’t have to be visiting you…”.  

They walked away hurriedly, happy to have their six-pack.

“Al Queda?  Fuckin’ Al Queda?” Ahmad murmured to his friends.  “My uncle was killed by Al Queda…”

“No Shit – so, I guess the blonde one turns 21 next month, huh?  That’s why she won’t be coming around…”

“I guess the spoiled little slut is too good for this neighborhood once she gets her card…”

“You know the blonde tried to slip me five bucks – fuckin’ five bucks…” Ahmad said.  “What am I, some fuckin’ clerk?”

Kamal and Hamid nodded their heads.  Ahmad’s father owned Café Beirut, as well as three large car dealerships - the spruced-up BMW parked in front of the café was his…  His father kept Café Beirut only because that had been the first business he’d started back when he’d first immigrated.  And running the broken-down establishment was supposed to instill character in Ahmad, never mind how much he hated it…

“Well, if we were back in the old days…” Hamid said… “We could take Christian whores, hot sluts like this, and make them our slaves…  You know, slave girls, like that mouthy blonde, ready to suck your cock at your mere sign…  No back talk, no crap, just little fuck-slaves…”

Kamal chuckled:  “What fuckin’ old day idiot?  What are we, Berbers invading Spain?  Or, like, Ottomans in Serbia?  You were born in New Hampshire for crying out loud…”. He took a smoke:  “It’s true though… They should be our slaves…  Weak American sluts like that?   I should be fucking the tits of that big-tittied brunette every morning…”.  Of the three guys, he was the only one with a big beard.

Ahmad took a puff from his cig – “You know, it is possible…”

Both of his friends looked at him with a puzzled face, and then broke out in laughter.

“What are we gonna do?” Hamid asked.  “Abduct them next time they are here to get beer illegally, and throw them in the basement?  Beat them into being our concubines…?  If we were in Saudi Arabia maybe...  Or in Middle Ages…  When there were no police to worry about…  Then, we could just fuck them silly…  Then beat them and punish them and threaten their lives into being our concubines, but not in good ol’ Boston, my friend…”

“There are other ways…” Ahmad rebuffed.  

“What other way?”

“My grandmother… she always talks about this potion… made from some recipe from the time of Prophet…  Supposed to enslave women…”

Kamal and Hamid looked at each other again, and burst out in laughter:  “Man, you and your grandma stories…  Come on, let’s empty the register and hit a strip club…”

Ahmad took another puff from his cigarette – “And I got the recipe…”


*****

The girls entered Café Beirut 2 days later, murmuring among themselves…

“I can’t believe we’re back here” Jennifer whined.  “This place gives me the creeps…”

“Look, we just get the beers for the party and get out of here…” Cindy said.  “And after my birthday party, we no longer have to come here to get beer at all…”

“Well, the Arab boys are checking us out like they could rape us any moment…” Jennifer continued with her objections.

“They are not gonna rape us! – it’s not like we’re in Baghdad…  We’re two blocks from Comm Ave for crying out loud…”

“Well…” Shannon interjected, “I have to go with Jen on this one – that bearded one looks at me like he wants me as his personal concubine or something…”

“Gross…!” – Jennifer shrieked in disgust.

“Well, he can’t have you, he’s some Arab loser in a low-life café, so we get the beers and get the hell out…”

“Fine, let’s get three six-packs of Heineken…” Shannon said.  

“And never mind thaaat your current shrimp of a boyfriend looks like a girl compared to that buffed-up beast…” 

“Scott’s just fine…” Shannon protested.  

“He should try getting to the gym, I say…” Cindy continued teasing, “Don’t you think, Jen?”

“Well, that’d be niiice…” Jen chuckled a little.  “But let’s pay for the beer and leave…”

“Fine, fine…” Cindy dropped the first six-pack on the counter.

“Hmm – the Heineken girls…” Ahmad smiled slyly…  “I’m running a special today: Have a taste of our new herbal tea, tell us what you think, and we throw in another six-pack for free…”

“We’re not gonna drink your nasty tea” Shannon said curtly.

“Well, it’s a free six-pack…” Cindy now protested.  “We need all the beer we can get for the party!”

“I guess a little herbal tea would not hurt” Jen said, and took a plastic cup – she seemed more interested in getting it over with and leaving than the actual tea…  Cindy joined her with her own small cup.

“Oh, well, what the hell – you guys will have to keep me entertained at the hospital…” - Shannon was the last one to drink…

And she was the first one to start feeling light-headed…

She was closely followed by Jen and, Cindy, at last, as she started saying “what’s going on…”

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It was a blur afterwards… None of the girls had any idea how long…  They recalled the Arabic men coming down to the basement, where the girls first came to their senses, and passed out again and again…  They all recalled coming in and out of a haze – and recalled drinking more tea…  It felt like days passed.  And they recalled listening to Ahmad… over and over again, for long intervals, but all in a haze…  They couldn’t recall anything he told them…  only that what he told was the truth…  what he told was unbreakable and permanent…  it was  impenetrable reality…

Three full days had passed by the time they were fully awake again…

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Ahmad descended down the stairs, and as soon as he entered the basement, he was greeted with the three naked young women – they scurried and kneeled on the floor: 

 “Please fuck me Sahib!” Cindy spoke softly, her gaze on the floor as she kneeled naked, her hands locked at the small of her back, her chest pushed forward offering her ample breasts, and her thighs pushed apart fully exposing her center…

Shannon parroted her, having assumed the same exact position:

 “Please fuck me Sahib!” she whined, only to be closely followed by Jennifer:

 “Please fuck me Sahib!”…

“Hmm…” Ahmad chuckled.  “What a nice selection…”

He lifted Cindy’s head up by the chin – “you can suck your Master’s cock to begin with, blondie slave…” he said and took a seat on a leather chair that was near throne-like in its huge size.  

“As you wish Sahib” Cindy replied, crawling towards Ahmad.

“And you two concubines…” Ahmad looked at Shannon and Jennifer:  “Start fucking each other for my amusement…”

The brunettes started kissing and fondling each other almost at once, while Cindy undid Ahmad’s jeans – she lowered her head and her blonde batch of hair covered his crotch.  She hated what she was about to do – and yet she knew she was no more than a concubine, a lowly and helpless slave, property of her Masters.  She had no choice but to obey – obey unconditionally and pleasingly…  She was a mere slave… the slave of her Conqueror, her Sahib, Ahmad…  

She took his powerful manhood inside her mouth and began sucking like only a slave-girl could, eagerly, passionately, shamelessly…  She could hear in the background her best friends’ wet kisses and moans, no doubt produced to entertain Sahib.

 The basement door opened again – it was Kamal and Hamid, coming down the stairs.  They eyed the room with the usual glee – for 3 weeks now, they had had more fun downstairs then they could have ever imagined:  The basement was decorated like an Arabic Harem.  There were oriental rugs on the floor and on the walls…   Oriental paintings…  Chains and whips, too, to discipline disobedient concubines…

“Go greet your owners” - Ahmad ordered Shannon and Jennifer as he groaned in pleasure from Cindy’s talented oral ministrations…  

The girls stopped playing with each other and rushed to their knees in front of Kamal and Hamid, to repeat the usual greeting in unison:  “Please fuck me Sahib!”…

Kamal grinned, looking down at naked Shannon – he lifted her head:  One look into her eyes was enough to see her hatred and humiliation – and her helplessness.  They were concubines bow, defeated and conquered, and ready to please their Conquerors without objection…

“So, what do you say Hamid, shall I fuck this one between the tits, like this morning?  And you can fuck that little one in the ass again – she screams like a pig…”

Hamid seemed to consider his friend’s proposition…  “No, let’s switch slaves…” he said, tossing Jennifer at Kamal’s feet - the girls looked so weak and feeble compared to the muscle-ripped Arab boys...

“Very well – let me see if I can make the little American slut scream more than you made…  Will you scream for me slave?”

“Yes, Sahib, as you command Sahib” Jennifer replied, her face red in shame…  

Shannon was already taking Hamid’s manhood in her mouth…

Soon, there was nothing but furious sex in the basement-turned-harem, as there had been for three weeks…


*****

“I can’t believe it – you guys work here??”…

Cindy, Shannon, and Jennifer were serving customers at Café Beirut…

Ahmad had told his friends concubines were not just pleasure slaves, they also served men – and having three gorgeous co-eds doing the serving could very well help the business…  even if they occasionally disappeared down in the basement with one of the young Arabs running the place…

The girl gawking at them was none other than Natalie Kays - the beauty queen of PXO sorority, and an overall bitch as far as the girls were concerned.  With her fiery red hair, she looked like a young Nicole Kidman.  She was accompanied by 2 other girls from PXO… and they seemed equally amused:

Cindy, Shannon, and Jennifer were dressed in concubine outfits:  Black silk bikini sets, mock-covered with sashes and see-through veils over their faces… accompanied by gold-colored high-heels and gold-colored slave collars…

“You look like harem whores…!” Natalie chuckled, talking to Cindy…

Shannon had carried over a tray with four beers and placed it on one of the tables - a burly Arab slapped her on the ass, and there was laughter among the men.  Café Beirut was booming with new business these days – most of the customers were still Arabs and they clearly loved three young, western girls serving as concubines… 

A young Arab said something to Jennifer and she bowed her head, saying “Sukran!” - the girls had already learned all the respectful words concubines should know…

“So, we’re here to get some beer” Natalie explained, “will you little concubines be getting it for us?”.  Her two friends chuckled along…

“Sure!” Cindy said, with a wide smile, walked away and came back with a tray carrying hot drinks…  “Sahib Ahmad says you can even have a 10% discount if you try this Lebanese herbal tea…”

PXO girls looked at each other with puzzled faces – “Sahib Ahmad! Is that your big, hairy Arabic boss?” – there was more laughter among the girls…  “What the hell…” Natalie said.  “How can I refuse such a sweet offering from such a sweet, obedient concubine…?”

Soon the girls were all drinking the herbal tea.

As Cindy smiled wickedly...
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/
cse1986@rocketmail.com
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Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That’s the only pay-off in writing, really...!)
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