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Arabian Nights Pt. 01
By MicheleNylons©
Michele felt the huge member buried in her anus begin to pulsate; hot, creamy
semen flooded her back passage. She was lying face down on the huge bed;
pressed down into the satin sheets and soft mattress, her own penis trapped
in her satin panties was also hard and leaking pre-seminal fluid. She lay
still as Ahmed, the man lying on top of her, emptied himself into her.
Ahmed preferred to fuck Michele doggy-style and finish with her prone; pushed
down flat on the bed legs splayed when he climaxed; he didn't like her to
push back like some of her other captors did. He just liked her to lie still
while he pressed his body hard against her as he came, he didn't thrust when
he came, he just let his penis throb and quiver when he ejaculated.
He grunted as he eased his cock out of Michele's anal sheath, he got up on
his elbows and then on to his feet. Michele felt warm semen flow out of her
sphincter and a few hot drops of Ahmed's spend dropped onto her stockings
when he dismounted.
The other man in the room quickly took Ahmed's place and she felt his cock
probe her sphincter insistently as he impatiently tried to enter her. She
knew that Sadan liked to fuck her hard and fast; he liked to fuck her after
others had already filled her back passage with their seed and almost always
went last if she was being used by more than one man.
Michele grunted as Sadan's glans found her sphincter and then his cock slid
easily into her, deep and snug in her lubricated passage. He immediately
began to thrust in and out of her in a steady rhythm, his penis stimulating
her prostate causing her penis to begin leaking precum again.
Sadan pulled Michele to her knees and she knew better than to resist him. In
fact she eased herself up, ensuring Sadan's cock did not fall out of her; she
began to buck back against him as he gripped her thighs and began to
jackhammer in and our of her.
Michele knew that Sadan was a quick comer and she did her best to please him
by meeting his thrusts and wriggling her buttocks for him when he was fully
inside her. She wanted him to come quickly so that today's ordeal would be
over as soon as possible. As much as she was sexually aroused, it was mostly
involuntary, she had discovered early in her captivity that she couldn't
prevent her body from responding to stimulation. Although she admitted to
herself that she enjoyed the gratification, the caveat applied that she was
being forced to endure the pleasure.
She knew what was coming next because Sadan always took his pleasure the same
way. She could sense that his orgasm was approaching and soon he would roll
her over and finish missionary; which is exactly what he did. Michele
assisted him as he flipped her over; she lifted her legs up as Sadan pulled
her heels over his shoulders and lifted her buttocks so he had unimpeded
access to anus. He pulled her panties out of the way so his cock slid easily
in and out of her. Sometimes the men fucked her sans-panties, but mostly they
left them on and either tore open the crotch or pulled them out of the way.
In fact they seldom removed any of her clothing, preferring to fuck her fully
or partially clothed.
Michele lay on her back and looked up at her dark-skinned abductor; his black
hair usually covered by a keffiyeh or taqiyah was stylishly western cut and
dank with sweat. His eyes were dark and his white teeth contrasted with his
close-cropped beard as he grimaced with the effort of fucking his
transvestite slave. She looked up at her well-shaped calves and slender
ankles encased in sheer, flesh-toned stockings and her delicate feet shod in
black patent-leather high-heels, high in the air, one leg over each of
Sadan's shoulders.
Sadan took up where he left off and began to fuck her vigorously building up
to his climax. Michele raised her torso to meet his thrusts, encouraging him.
"Fuck me! Fuck me baby! Come deep inside me!" she groaned.
Unlike most of her captors, Sadan liked her to talk dirty to him when he was
using her. He had used physical force to get her to do so when the men had
been 'training' her but now she willingly complied.
Sadan was about to come and Michele raised her buttocks up to greet his
insistent thrusts, she locked her heels behind his back and rubbed her thighs
and body against him as he fell on her and began to kiss her passionately.
She kissed him back, their tongues intertwining. The pressure of his body
rubbing against her panty-clad penis and the intense pleasure his cock was
evoking from her anus was bringing her close to orgasm.
They fucked each other hard and fast, grunting and sweating, bucking and
grinding, moaning and groaning.
"Fuck that white mukhannath shermuta Sadan, and then let us get out of here
quickly. We have more important tasks at hand," Ahmed quipped.
"You take too much pleasure from seeing hers," he mocked.
Michele had learned some Arabic and knew that 'mukhannath shermuta' roughly
translated to 'transvestite slut'. She also knew that although Ahmed was
mocking his close friend for bringing her to orgasm, Ahmed liked to see to
see her come when he was alone with her having one-on-one sex. Her captors
were fluent in Arabic, French, Italian and English and some of them spoke
other languages as well and Michele had picked up some of the foreign words
they used, as had the other captive sex slaves.
Sadan howled and ground his groin into Michele as hot seed erupted from his
tumescent phallus, Michele moaned and ground herself against him, her own
emission flooding her panties. The feeling of shame that she felt as she
ejaculated banished by the intense pleasure she felt as her orgasm washed
over her. The two men had been toying with her for about three hours now and
she had been on the verge of climax a number of times; the relief she felt as
the man on top of her bucked and flailed as he fucked her and emptied himself
in her was delightful.
"MMMmmm! Fuck me! Come in me! Use me!" Michele goaded the swarthy Arab.
She rubbed her stocking-clad thighs against him and kissed him passionately
as he gripped her tightly and emptied the last of his spend deep in anus. The
intense pleasure radiating from deep in her bowel and the tingly delight
emanating from her penis was beginning to subside into that intense feeling
of post-coital satisfaction.
Sadan pulled his cock out of Michele's anus, untangled her legs and pushed
her aside. He had finished with her now and she was just another possession
that needed to be cleaned, fed, and prepared for when he and his fellow
captors wanted to use her again.
Sadan sauntered away towards the bathroom; his erection slowly deflating, his
cock glistening with juices.
"Go whore! Get out of here so the housemaids can clean up the mess," Ahmed
ordered.
Michele pulled her cum-drenched panties into place and pulled down her skirt.
As she sat up on the bed she felt warm semen begin to dry and cool on her
thighs and pool in her panties as it dribbled from her anus. The front of her
panties were soaked with her own spend and she knew that it would soon soak
into her skirt and stocking-tops. It didn't matter; she would clean the skirt
before it stained and she had literally hundreds of pairs of stockings and
pantyhose; the stockings she was wearing now were laddered and holed and
would have to be discarded anyway.
She got to her feet, bowed to Ahmed, and walked backward out of the room with
her head bowed as she had been trained to do. Once clear of the 'playroom'
she spun on her heels and tottered off to her quarters.
She had been a transvestite sex slave for over a year now and as she made her
way through the dark corridors her thoughts shifted to as to how she had come
to be in her current situation. She remembered how it all began...
"And so Jamhal; it has been decided by The Cabal that we will acquire a
mukhannath; a transvestite. Not a transsexual, we have had transsexuals
before with their huge titty implants and reconstructive surgery; we want a
man who dresses like a woman. A man who looks very attractive dressed as a
woman. But a man no less," Saheed dictated and Jamhal nodded sagely.
"We can fuck our women putas in the ass and we can fly in transsexual putas
and fuck them; but to the Cabal it is not the same as fucking a crossdressed
effeminate man."
Jamhal nodded again; he knew that Arab men grew up fucking boys and young men
and that sometimes they would have the boys dress in women's garb but this
would not be the same. They wanted a convincing crossdresser that they could
train and use and abuse.
"He, that is She, must be around thirty or so, white of course, and very
pleasing. We also prefer she be inexperienced so that we may have the
pleasure of teaching her," Saheed went on.
"Go! Make it so!" Jamhal was dismissed.
The Cabal was a secretive group of profoundly rich Arab men, most of their
money came from oil but they all owned other highly lucrative businesses and
some were indirectly related to Emirs, Sheiks and other Arab royalty. They
kept a stable of sex slaves for their use and it was Jamhal's job to keep the
stable stocked with whatever took their fancy. Most of the women he abducted
were eventually won over by the money that was showered on them and became
compliant and willing participants. They were then released with the riches
they had earned. Those who remained reluctant, and these were the most highly
prized, would eventually jade the appetites of the Cabal and would also be
released.
They would wake up in a five-star hotel somewhere in Europe dressed in finery
and precious jewellery, with huge deposits in their bank accounts. If any of
them complained to the authorities they would not be able to explain their
new found riches and in any event they had no idea where they had been held
captive and by whom.
It didn't take long for Jamhal to find a fitting subject for his employers...
Michael Nyland sat in seat 1A of the Emirates airbus and listened to the
hostie's announcement:
"Ladies and gentlemen the Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign in
anticipation of our arrival in Dubai. Please ensure your tray tables..."
Michael stopped listening. He began to think. He couldn't believe how lucky
he had been to have landed this job. He was a software engineer and had been
headhunted by a Middle East company that wanted to pay him ridiculous amounts
of money to write computer programs. It was five-times his last salary and
the deal included accommodation, living expenses and first class travel. Sure
he would have to live in a sandpit but he would live in luxury.
But Steve had a secret that he had withheld during the interview process when
they had asked him if had any personal impediments that could compromise his
integrity. Steve was the rarest of animal; a heterosexual transvestite.
He had been crossdressing since he was a child; initially just wearing his
mothers and sisters lingerie, later their clothes and later still he had
perfected a female persona that he kept secret. He loved dressing as a woman
and felt more comfortable dressed enfemme but he was well and truly in the
closet.
He had a Facebook page where his alter ego Michele posted pictures of herself
and speculated about her life as a closet transvestite and also a Flickr
profile with hundreds of 'glam' pictures but she had never ventured out
dressed as Michele nor invited anyone home. Michele was content just being
Michele in the privacy of her own home.
Michael had been discovered a number of time dressed as Michele whilst
growing up. His father was deceased and his mom and sister did not condone
his crossdressing and so Michael had left home as soon as he could so that he
could pursue his crossdressing peccadilloes and had not contacted his family
since.
Michele would never have dreamt that this would make her vulnerable; but it
hadn't taken Jamhal long to track her down online and decide she was the
perfect candidate for the Cabal. When Jamhal had interviewed Michael for the
software engineer position and had asked him the question about compromise
and Michael lied, Jamhal knew he had hooked his fish.
Michael was reconciled to the fact that he would not be able to bring Michele
out of her closet whilst he was working in the Middle East; the money was too
good to decline the offer proposed to him. He took comfort in the fact that
Michele's accoutrements were safely packed away where he could get to them
when he returned home during the generous holiday periods that were a
provision of his contract.
He was pleasantly surprised when his request for a last gin and tonic before
landing was granted; he knew that he had to meet Jamhal tonight at the hotel
in Dubai but was not too concerned; the United Arab Emirates was not a dry
country. Jamhal had drunk wine during the lengthy interview process in London
and had insisted on a champagne toast to seal the deal when he was hired.
Two hours later Michael was checked into the Hilton, had showered, shaved and
changed and was sitting in the bar with Jamhal drinking another gin and tonic
as they discussed the final arrangements of his employment.
"Drink up Michael; this will be your last drink for three months," he slapped
Michael on the back.
"Once we arrive in my little country you will not be able to drink."
"Yeah, but it will be worth it considering what you are paying me," Michael
laughed.
Jamhal had once again showed Michael the pictures on his tablet of the
spacious apartment he would be living in, the car that had been leased for
him, and the online money transfer as down payment for his services.
"Ok. One for the road and then I need to sleep," Michael said.
"Scholl!" Jamhal laughed as Michael drained his glass.
Jamhal smiled. The infidel was stupid and drunk and had not seen Jamhal
expertly drop the drugs into Michael's drink; he was too busy basking in his
good fortune. But Michael's good fortune had run out. He just didn't know it
yet.
Michael woke up in a dungeon. A plush dungeon, carpeted, king bed with satin
sheets, a large wardrobe that had been left open and appeared to full of
ladies clothing, through an open door he could see an ensuite bathroom, but
it was a dungeon non the less. The only other door was closed firmly and
there were no windows; the air conditioning was almost silent and over its
quiet hum he could hear muffled voices; both male and female. Every now and
then he would hear a peal of laughter, a grunting sound that usually
accompanied someone having sex, and the odd moan of despair and pain.
This was very confusing to him, the last thing he remembered was drinking in
the hotel bar with Jamhal. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious
but it seemed like a considerable amount of time.
But what was most confusing, befuddling, and horrifying was that he was
dressed in drag, tied to a chair in the middle of the room, the chair was
bolted to the floor. One of the walls was all mirrored glass and he could see
himself; or rather herself.
Michele was dressed exactly how she liked to be. She could feel the satin
underwear and sheer stockings, taste the makeup, smell her perfume. Her head
was coiffured in a black bob, she was wearing a black leather miniskirt,
mauve satin blouse, black high-heels and accessorised with gold jewellery.
She could even see that her nails were painted ruby-red.
She looked at herself in the mirror; whoever had transformed her had done a
magnificent job; she could even feel that her body and legs and been recently
shaved. Someone had brushed her teeth and she could taste mouthwash.
She was bewildered and had a horrible feeling that someone was watching her;
the mirror was likely one-way.
Suddenly the door opened and Jamhal entered the room followed by another
swarthy man of Middle East appearance.
"And so Saheed is this not just what you ordered? As you can see she is
presented to you just as she appears in the pictures I showed you," Jamhal
said to the swarthy one.
"She will do," Saheed replied.
"Jamhal; what the fuck is going on..." Michele shrieked
Saheed stepped forward and backhanded her across the mouth.
"You have not broken or trained her then?" Saheed ignored Michele and spoke
to Jamhal.
"As you wish sahib I have left her unsullied and unbroken for the Cabal to
train as they wish," Jamhal replied.
Michele was not stupid, as incredible as it seemed, the thing that one only
read about in the Sunday tabloids had happened to her. She had been abducted
in some strange Arab country and was being held captive.
Saheed lifted her face and inspected it closely.
"Someone has done a good job presenting her," he remarked.
"Sarina sahib. She actually relished the opportunity to turn this stupid
infidel into the delightful creature you see before you," Jamhal replied.
"I might have guessed; she has developed quite the appetite for preparing and
training the new stock," Saheed grinned.
"I think I will have a little taste before I present her to the Cabal. You
may go," Saheed ordered and Jamhal bowed deeply and left the room.
Michele opened her mouth to say something and Saheed struck her again.
"The next time you open your mouth it will be to take what I offer! The Cabal
is patient and if I have to beat you they are quite prepared to wait until
your wounds heal before they take you."
"So! One and only warning; shut the fuck up unless I ask you to speak,
understand?"
Michele's head was ringing from the blow but she already knew that this man
was a man of his word and had no compassion for her.
Saheed lifted her face again and inspected her. Michele strained at the bonds
holding her wrists and ankles to the chair and Saheed raised his hand.
Michele forced herself to relax.
"Good; you are learning," he sneered.
"So now."
Michele was horrified when the swarthy man unzipped his flies and produced a
large erection. The shaft was dark and the glans purple and swollen; a glob
of clear pre-seminal fluid had formed on the eye-shaped opening.
Saheed lifted Michele's face and thrust his penis towards her.
"Suck it! If you bite me I will remove your teeth one at a time with pliers
and fuck your bleeding gums!" he threatened.
Michele did not doubt him.
Saheed put her head in both hands and she felt his penis rubbing against her
lips then he forced it into her mouth. Pulling her head forwards he pushed
her face onto him, making her take the glans of his hard member further into
her mouth. Michele gagged as the throbbing member forced its way past her
lipsticked lips and into her moist opening.
"Suck my cock you mukhannath whore." he ordered.
He held her head with his cock half in her mouth until Michele complied and
reluctantly started suckling him.
Michele gagged as his glans rubbed against her tongue and his shaft slid in
and out of her lips. Saheed looked into her pretty face, tightened his
fingers and forced Michele's mouth up and down on his cock. He moaned as she
grudgingly sucked his turgid penis. Glancing down he could see how wide her
heavily made up eyes were and watched as she kept fighting against the urge
to gag. The look of terror in her eyes aroused him further.
Michele could hardly comprehend the enormity of what was happening to her.
She listened to the groans and grunts of the strong, handsome Arab and the
slurping and slapping of her lips, mouth and tongue against his penis as he
defiled her mouth. She was almost catatonic as trancelike, she suckled the
hard pulsing member invading her virgin mouth. At least she was no longer
gagging.
Michele could sense that the man was now close to climax as he groaned and
cursed and held her head tight is his hands whilst thrusting his invading
manhood in and out of her mouth. She forced herself to open her eyes and
watched transfixed as his groin pushed again and again against her face with
quicker, shorter thrusts. His penis seemed about to burst in her mouth.
As she sensed the man's climax approach she could feel his penis swell, the
tautness of his penis palpable as it trembled, close to ejaculation.
Michele suddenly felt the man's penis spasm and his semen ejaculated into her
mouth. She tried hard to control her gag reflex as she swallowed each spurt
as it erupted from the convulsing organ. His come tasted warm, bittersweet
and musky. The man was face-fucking her and all she could do was swallow what
he had to offer; it seemed like his orgasm was never going to stop.
He pulled his pulsating penis from her mouth and sprayed the last of his
issue over her face and blouse.
"Take that you whore!" he groaned as his hot seed scalded her cheeks,
dribbled down her neck and soaked her blouse.
Michele had begun to cry with humiliation; the taste of semen cloying in her
mouth. She tried to spit and the man forced her mouth closed.
"Swallow it you cunt!" he laughed.
Michele complied and then slowly raised her head to look Saheed in the eye.
She was about to speak when he raised his hand. Michele slammed her mouth
shut and she winced in anticipation of the pain.
"Haha! You have learned your first lesson putta!"
Saheed rubbed his delating cock all over her face; smearing her makeup with
his semen. He wiped his dripping penis on the collar of her blouse.
"Now you really look like a putta," he grinned.
"Sarina will attend to you and when you are ready she will present you to the
Cabal. Heed her well and you will find your stay here tolerable. Heed her not
and your stay will be, shall we say, nasty, very nasty as you westerners like
to put it."
Saheed spun on his heels and strode out of the room slamming the door behind
him; drowning out Michele's sobs.
To Be Continued
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