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Perks of the job

Perks of the job

I was working at Sharm el Sheik airport long before the city exploded into life as a tourist hotspot for westerners seeking winter sunshine, so by the time the package holiday flights started swarming in about 10 years ago I was in charge of security at customs. There?s not much work for my five colleagues and I ? we just lounge around a desk right in front of the exit to the car park and watch the happy holidaymakers trundle past as they head off in search of their transfer buses.

However, we are supposed to do a ?random? check on a few people entering the country, and this is where I figured out a way to make the days pass quicker and enjoy a perk that partly makes up for our alarmingly low rates of pay.

We?ve been making our own entertainment on the job for about five years now. At first it we?d just pick out a pretty British girl every now and then and ?search? her in a private room. We?d get some nice photos, have a subtle feel and send her on her way before she?d even missed her coach. Often they wouldn?t even realise that anything ?wrong? had really happened. Sure, she?d be upset and humiliated, but as far as she was concerned that was just the way we did things out here. It didn?t really shock them that we didn?t have any female officers to conduct the search as most of them thought all women were banned from having jobs in Egypt. Simply cultural prejudice based on a misunderstanding, but it made our jobs much easier. And much more fun.

We always assumed we?d get caught eventually, but after a few years with not so much as a complaint, we decided to step things up a bit. By the time Paula Malson came along, we knew exactly what we were doing.

Hani, one of my men, had spotted her as she waited at the baggae carousel, and pointed her out for consideration. She was just what we were looking for: young, no older than 19, certainly; good-looking, with her pleasing body shape perfectly visible under her tight t-shirt and jeans combo, long brown hair tied back in a pony tail? It was all good. Her face was pretty, but not model-stunning. A girl like her was far more likely to be tight and relatively untouched, not like some big-titted, blonde-haired bimbo in a miniskirt who would give us all VD as some form of revenge. And she was flying in from Nottingham, a provincial city rather than a major capital like London. The girls from the sticks were less likely to make a fuss, less likely to know their rights. She was ideal.

?Excuse me, Ma?aam,? I said in my perfect, if slightly accented English. ?We need to perform a baggage check on your luggage, would you mind stepping this way for a moment please??

She looked over her shoulder, assuming I must have been talking to someone else.

?What, me?? she said. Middle class accent. A good girl. Very nice.

?Yes, ma?am, sorry for the trouble, it will only take a moment. This way, please.?

Her travelling companion laughed. ?Oh dear, Paula, what have you done this time?? she joked.

?Shut up, Celina,? she snapped back, less amused. ?Wait for outside, OK??

?I can?t wait for 30 years while you do your time!? she said, giggling manically as she towed her wheely case past my men and outside to the car park.

Paula put on her best ?dealing with authority? face, smiled politely and said ?Will this take long??

?It shouldn?t, Ma?am, no. We shall tell your tour operator to hold the bus for you, and if you miss it we will lay on a limousine to your resort, OK?? This way.? I grabbed her right arm and led her away from the counter. She looked a little scared at how firm my grip was, but said nothing, keen to avoid rocking the boat.

?Did you pack your bags yourself?? I asked as I marched her briskly across the floor of the reclaim hall. She was struggling to keep the pace in her flip-flops.

?Uh, yes, yes,? she replied, distractedly.

?And you?re not carrying anything for anyone else??

?No, no, just me.?

She looked behind her and saw Hani leering as he marched along behind her, machine gun strapped across his chest. Eyes front, she?d rather not look at that again.

We reached the door. Still keeping a firm grip on her arm with one hand, I unlocked it with the other. Lots of locks, lots of keys. No escape. I opened the door and led her inside, pushing her down into a hard plastic seat. The small room contained only the chair, a metal table and a small wooden chest in one corner. A second doorway led out of the other side of the room. There were no windows and the only light came from a single fluorescent strip on the ceiling. A extractor fan rumbled high up on one wall. There was no air-con and the small room was oppressively hot.

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Hani entered the room and locked the door behind him. He picked up Paula?s pink case (how sweet) and threw it roughly onto the table.

?Passport,? I demanded. The girl seemed scared by the way my earlier politeness had evaporated. Sweating in the cramped little office, she fumbled in her handbag and produced the red document. I snatched it from her hand as Hani unzipped the case on the table.

?So,? I said, scanning her passport. I was wrong about her age ? she was only 17, and was due to become an adult next week. Probably here to celebrate her birthday ?Miss? Malson. I can tell you now that you were not picked completely at random. Our highly experienced spotters informed me that you were acting in? manner that suggested you may have been trying to hide something from us. Before we begin searching your bag now, is there something you wish to tell us about what we might find? I should warn you that if we do find any illegal substances, the penalties will be far worse if you do not tell us about them now.?

She looked horrified. ?No,? she stammered. ?I honestly?. I don?t have anything? Nothing I shouldn?t.? She was clearly scared now. Good. That was just how I liked it. It made them more suggestible. Her passport was only six months old and no other stamps.

?Do you travel abroad often?? I asked.

?No,? said my sweaty young charge. ?This is my first ever holiday.? The sweat was making her clothes cling to her body, her pert young nipples on display beneath the fabric. She was a far better victim than I could have possibly imagined. I would later reward Hani for his excellent spotting skills.

I threw her passport onto the table and began going through her case as my assistant stood over Paula. She was clearly looking for fun on her holiday ? it contained no fewer than four bikinis, as well as? numerous short skirts and dresses, little tops and a wide variety of far-from-practical underwear.

I lingered over one set of red lacy panties, holding them up in the air with a look of disdain on my face. She blushed and stared at the floor. With her eyes rooted on her feet, it was easy to reach into my pocket and drop the small bag of cannabis into her bag.

?Look at me, please,? I said. ?It is necessary so that you can see that I am only taking things from your bag and nowhere else. It is for your own protection.?

?Oh, gosh, sorry,? she said, snapping her eyes back on me. Sweat was pouring down her face now.

I went through the motions of taking out a few more pairs of jeans and t-shirts before making sure she saw that something had caught my eye. I? paused, squinted and, in Arabic, called over to Hani. He knew just what was going on, but, bless him, still managed to look genuinely horrified by what he saw. I decided right then that he would be allowed the first fuck of her anus.

?Miss Malson,? I said, sternly, ?What, exactly is this?? I held the drugs up in front of her face. She drained of all colour.

?I, I?. I don?t?. It?s not mine!? she shouted, panic taking over her body.

?Yet you said you packed your bag yourself and that you had nothing belonging to anyone else, so how could it belong to anyone else but you? Tell me, Miss Malson, do you have any other drugs concealed in your luggage??

?NO!? she shouted. ?I don?t and it?s not mine, I didn?t put it there, it must have been someone else!?

?But Miss Malson, you have already said that you did not have anything illegal in your bags and that you packed your bags yourself, so I can only conclude that you are lying to me. You are under arrest and you must undergo a further search.?

Young Paula was completely freaking out by now. ?Oh, God, no, please, you have to believe me, it?s not?..?

I slapped her hard across the face, cutting her off.

?ENOUGH!? I yelled. ?Prisoners speak only when spoken to. Stand up.?

Shaking, she pushed herself to her feet. Tears were streaming down her face, mixing with the sweat. I issued orders to Hani in Arabic. He went to the wooden box and pulled out a variety of chains and irons. Her face crumpled as she saw them.

Hani pulled her wrists behind her back and slapped his handcuffs around them, then clipped shackles around her little ankles. A chain was wrapped around her waist and linked to the one connecting her feet. Finally, a leather collar was wrapped around her neck and a steel chain clipped onto the front. Paula simply stood there and let Hani restrain her. She knew she was in big trouble and was too scared to fight back or even object. She just sobbed uncontrollably.

When she was secure, Hani opened the door on the opposite wall and I led Paula out by her leash, her feet shuffling along as the chain pulled her ankles tight together.

?I am taking you to the airport cells, where you will be held until our investigations have been completed,? I said as we strode down corridors and through doors. She had only been in the country half an hour.

We reached another door. Hani placed a black cotton bag over her head and she screamed.

?QUIET!? I ordered ?prisoners are not permitted to see the location of the cells. Co-operate and you will not be hurt.? The threat worked, and Paula was quiet as a mouse as we walked out of the terminal building and headed for the security compound.

After 10 minutes we were inside again and the hood was removed. Paula blinked as she looked around the searching cell. It was small, no more than 15 feet square. In the middle was a metal bench, with one edge slightly curved downwards. Leather straps were attached to the legs at the curving end, with another one in the centre of the table and another near the top. A single lightbulb flickered overhead.

Her collar and chains were removed as Hani locked the door behind us.

?Strip,? I ordered, calmly.

?What?? she hesitated.

?STRIP!? I bellowed in her ear. ?YOU HAVE BEEN CAUGHT SMUGGLING DRUGS INTO THE ISLAMIC REPUBLIC OF EGYPT AND YOU MUST BE STRIP SEARCHED!?

She whimpered as she removed her clothes, the security camera in the corner getting every last miserable moment on film. It didn?t take long before she was naked. She must have been able to see the bulge in my crotch. I barked an order at Hani, and he enjoyed a good feel of her perky little breasts as he led her to the cold metal table and bent her over it. Her legs were quickly forced apart and secured with the leather straps, leaving her pussy and arse completely exposed. The large strap in the middle of the table was tightened around her waist, pinning her down. Her head hung off the top edge, and her neck was secured with the final strap. Hani cuffed her hands behind her back and stood to one side.

?Now, Paula, as you may have noticed you are in a great deal of trouble. Simply possessing the amount of cannabis you have smuggled in is punishable with 20 years in prison. If we think you were going to try and sell it to your slutty friend Celina, the penalty is death by hanging. The courts do not look well on people who do no co-operate, so I suggest you keep quiet and put up with this.?

I rammed a finger up her pussy. She shrieked, prompting Hani to slap her tight little buttocks. Not a virgin, but bone dry. I ordered Hani to call for some KY jelly. The same routine was repeated on her anus, which certainly seemed to have been untouched by man until now.

I probed around inside her for some time, enjoying the feeling of her sphincter contracting around my finger as she squirmed silently in her bonds. Finally pulling my shit-stained finger out of the little girl?s behind, I nodded at Hani, who unlocked the door and left.

?Well, Paula, you have passed the body search.? I walked around in front of her. Her head was hanging low, staring at the floor, trying to block out the horror. She was shaking like a leaf, drenched in sweat and white as a sheet. ?However, there is still the matter of the drugs I found in your bag.?

?They?re not mine,? she pleaded in a whimper.

?SILENCE!? I demanded, slapping her hard across the face. I knelt down in front of her, grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to look at me, our faces inches apart.

?Do you think I am an idiot? Of course I know they are not yours. I put them there myself.? Her eyes filled with shock. She was about to cry out, then remembered the pain of the beating and thought better of it.

?However, none of my men know this, and the lower courts will never take your word over mine. At a? full trial you would probably be acquitted, but the legal system in this country is slow and you would likely be in jail for three years before your case was heard. Do you know about the jails in this country, Paula? They make this little ordeal look like a real holiday. By the time the men there have finished with you ? and it is all men, Paula, we do not employ women ? you will be begging to come back and serve your time in my care.

?Any women who get sent to the central jail in Cairo have a tough time, but a pretty western girl like you? Well, I can only imagine what they would do to you. If you were very lucky you might not contract Aids from any guards or inmates, but there would be plenty of other delights to look forward to. And the ?suicide? rate is very high, too.?

By now she was shaking so hard the table was vibrating with her. She was struggling to comprehend how her safe little life had gone so wrong so quickly.

?However, I am willing to make a deal with you. Hani is about to return with some more of my men. We are going to abuse you in a variety of sexual ways, and there is nothing you can do about it.?

Her quiet sobs had now turned to open crying, tears streaming down her cheeks.

?If you please us and keep your mouth shut about what happened here, you will be free to enjoy the rest of your life. If you do not please any of my men, or if you tell a soul about your experiences, you will be sent to Cairo to await trial. I shall see to it that you are charged with intent to supply, meaning death by slow hanging if you are convicted.?

She couldn?t take much more of this. A stream of urine was already trickling down her left thigh.

?Please,? she whispered, ?I just want to go home.?

?Paula,? I replied, I have had enough of your talk.?? I picked up her panties from the floor and shoved them roughly into her mouth. ?You will speak no more unless spoken to. Now, are you going to keep quiet about what happens to you today, or are you going to risk being sent to prison and then to the gallows? Nod if you are going to be a good girl for me.?

She nodded limply.

?Good. You will find this to be wise decision. Now suck my cock.?

I pulled the underwear our of her mouth and swiftly replaced it with my rock-hard penis.

?If I feel teeth, our deal is off. Make me come you little whore.? Paula started sucking as best she could. As she licked at my cock, I explained the situation. ?Hani has just told your friend that there is a problem with your passport and that you are taking a trip to the embassy to sort it out. As far as she is concerned you will be with her in 12 hours and everything is fine. So until then, you are mine. I will remain in charge, although I will give my men ? there are five of them ? a little leeway to enjoy themselves. Keep sucking, bitch. You will refer to me as ?Daddy? and the others as ?sir?, though you will speak only when spoken to. If you pause before following an instruction, you will be painfully punished.?

I could feel myself welling up down below. This would not take long, she had clearly done this before. I gripped her hair firmly in my fists and pulled her in to me,

?We are experts at what we do, so will leave no major marks on your body, but you will suffer terrible torments if you do not comply. When Hani returns in a moment, he will demonstrate this to you.

?You will be whipped, spanked and fucked in your mouth, vagina and especially in your anus. None of us have diseases, so contraceptives will not be used. If you fall pregnant, that is your problem.?

I pulled out of her mouth and shot my load all over her face.

?Do you understand? You may answer me.?

?Yes,? she whispered.

?YES WHAT?? I screamed, slapping her face again.

?Yes? daddy,? came the whimpered reply.

?Good girl,? I said. The door opened and Hani and his men walked in. This was going to be fun.

Perks of the job

I was working at Sharm el Sheik airport long before the city exploded into life as a tourist hotspot for westerners seeking winter sunshine, so by the time the package holiday flights started swarming in about 10 years ago I was in charge of security at customs. There?s not much work for my five colleagues and I ? we just lounge around a desk right in front of the exit to the car park and watch the happy holidaymakers trundle past as they head off in search of their transfer buses.

However, we are supposed to do a ?random? check on a few people entering the country, and this is where I figured out a way to make the days pass quicker and enjoy a perk that partly makes up for our alarmingly low rates of pay.

We?ve been making our own entertainment on the job for about five years now. At first it we?d just pick out a pretty British girl every now and then and ?search? her in a private room. We?d get some nice photos, have a subtle feel and send her on her way before she?d even missed her coach. Often they wouldn?t even realise that anything ?wrong? had really happened. Sure, she?d be upset and humiliated, but as far as she was concerned that was just the way we did things out here. It didn?t really shock them that we didn?t have any female officers to conduct the search as most of them thought all women were banned from having jobs in Egypt. Simply cultural prejudice based on a misunderstanding, but it made our jobs much easier. And much more fun.

We always assumed we?d get caught eventually, but after a few years with not so much as a complaint, we decided to step things up a bit. By the time Paula Malson came along, we knew exactly what we were doing.

Hani, one of my men, had spotted her as she waited at the baggae carousel, and pointed her out for consideration. She was just what we were looking for: young, no older than 19, certainly; good-looking, with her pleasing body shape perfectly visible under her tight t-shirt and jeans combo, long brown hair tied back in a pony tail? It was all good. Her face was pretty, but not model-stunning. A girl like her was far more likely to be tight and relatively untouched, not like some big-titted, blonde-haired bimbo in a miniskirt who would give us all VD as some form of revenge. And she was flying in from Nottingham, a provincial city rather than a major capital like London. The girls from the sticks were less likely to make a fuss, less likely to know their rights. She was ideal.

?Excuse me, Ma?aam,? I said in my perfect, if slightly accented English. ?We need to perform a baggage check on your luggage, would you mind stepping this way for a moment please??

She looked over her shoulder, assuming I must have been talking to someone else.

?What, me?? she said. Middle class accent. A good girl. Very nice.

?Yes, ma?am, sorry for the trouble, it will only take a moment. This way, please.?

Her travelling companion laughed. ?Oh dear, Paula, what have you done this time?? she joked.

?Shut up, Celina,? she snapped back, less amused. ?Wait for outside, OK??

?I can?t wait for 30 years while you do your time!? she said, giggling manically as she towed her wheely case past my men and outside to the car park.

Paula put on her best ?dealing with authority? face, smiled politely and said ?Will this take long??

?It shouldn?t, Ma?am, no. We shall tell your tour operator to hold the bus for you, and if you miss it we will lay on a limousine to your resort, OK?? This way.? I grabbed her right arm and led her away from the counter. She looked a little scared at how firm my grip was, but said nothing, keen to avoid rocking the boat.

?Did you pack your bags yourself?? I asked as I marched her briskly across the floor of the reclaim hall. She was struggling to keep the pace in her flip-flops.

?Uh, yes, yes,? she replied, distractedly.

?And you?re not carrying anything for anyone else??

?No, no, just me.?

She looked behind her and saw Hani leering as he marched along behind her, machine gun strapped across his chest. Eyes front, she?d rather not look at that again.

We reached the door. Still keeping a firm grip on her arm with one hand, I unlocked it with the other. Lots of locks, lots of keys. No escape. I opened the door and led her inside, pushing her down into a hard plastic seat. The small room contained only the chair, a metal table and a small wooden chest in one corner. A second doorway led out of the other side of the room. There were no windows and the only light came from a single fluorescent strip on the ceiling. A extractor fan rumbled high up on one wall. There was no air-con and the small room was oppressively hot.

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Hani entered the room and locked the door behind him. He picked up Paula?s pink case (how sweet) and threw it roughly onto the table.

?Passport,? I demanded. The girl seemed scared by the way my earlier politeness had evaporated. Sweating in the cramped little office, she fumbled in her handbag and produced the red document. I snatched it from her hand as Hani unzipped the case on the table.

?So,? I said, scanning her passport. I was wrong about her age ? she was only 17, and was due to become an adult next week. Probably here to celebrate her birthday ?Miss? Malson. I can tell you now that you were not picked completely at random. Our highly experienced spotters informed me that you were acting in? manner that suggested you may have been trying to hide something from us. Before we begin searching your bag now, is there something you wish to tell us about what we might find? I should warn you that if we do find any illegal substances, the penalties will be far worse if you do not tell us about them now.?

She looked horrified. ?No,? she stammered. ?I honestly?. I don?t have anything? Nothing I shouldn?t.? She was clearly scared now. Good. That was just how I liked it. It made them more suggestible. Her passport was only six months old and no other stamps.

?Do you travel abroad often?? I asked.

?No,? said my sweaty young charge. ?This is my first ever holiday.? The sweat was making her clothes cling to her body, her pert young nipples on display beneath the fabric. She was a far better victim than I could have possibly imagined. I would later reward Hani for his excellent spotting skills.

I threw her passport onto the table and began going through her case as my assistant stood over Paula. She was clearly looking for fun on her holiday ? it contained no fewer than four bikinis, as well as? numerous short skirts and dresses, little tops and a wide variety of far-from-practical underwear.

I lingered over one set of red lacy panties, holding them up in the air with a look of disdain on my face. She blushed and stared at the floor. With her eyes rooted on her feet, it was easy to reach into my pocket and drop the small bag of cannabis into her bag.

?Look at me, please,? I said. ?It is necessary so that you can see that I am only taking things from your bag and nowhere else. It is for your own protection.?

?Oh, gosh, sorry,? she said, snapping her eyes back on me. Sweat was pouring down her face now.

I went through the motions of taking out a few more pairs of jeans and t-shirts before making sure she saw that something had caught my eye. I? paused, squinted and, in Arabic, called over to Hani. He knew just what was going on, but, bless him, still managed to look genuinely horrified by what he saw. I decided right then that he would be allowed the first fuck of her anus.

?Miss Malson,? I said, sternly, ?What, exactly is this?? I held the drugs up in front of her face. She drained of all colour.

?I, I?. I don?t?. It?s not mine!? she shouted, panic taking over her body.

?Yet you said you packed your bag yourself and that you had nothing belonging to anyone else, so how could it belong to anyone else but you? Tell me, Miss Malson, do you have any other drugs concealed in your luggage??

?NO!? she shouted. ?I don?t and it?s not mine, I didn?t put it there, it must have been someone else!?

?But Miss Malson, you have already said that you did not have anything illegal in your bags and that you packed your bags yourself, so I can only conclude that you are lying to me. You are under arrest and you must undergo a further search.?

Young Paula was completely freaking out by now. ?Oh, God, no, please, you have to believe me, it?s not?..?

I slapped her hard across the face, cutting her off.

?ENOUGH!? I yelled. ?Prisoners speak only when spoken to. Stand up.?

Shaking, she pushed herself to her feet. Tears were streaming down her face, mixing with the sweat. I issued orders to Hani in Arabic. He went to the wooden box and pulled out a variety of chains and irons. Her face crumpled as she saw them.

Hani pulled her wrists behind her back and slapped his handcuffs around them, then clipped shackles around her little ankles. A chain was wrapped around her waist and linked to the one connecting her feet. Finally, a leather collar was wrapped around her neck and a steel chain clipped onto the front. Paula simply stood there and let Hani restrain her. She knew she was in big trouble and was too scared to fight back or even object. She just sobbed uncontrollably.

When she was secure, Hani opened the door on the opposite wall and I led Paula out by her leash, her feet shuffling along as the chain pulled her ankles tight together.

?I am taking you to the airport cells, where you will be held until our investigations have been completed,? I said as we strode down corridors and through doors. She had only been in the country half an hour.

We reached another door. Hani placed a black cotton bag over her head and she screamed.

?QUIET!? I ordered ?prisoners are not permitted to see the location of the cells. Co-operate and you will not be hurt.? The threat worked, and Paula was quiet as a mouse as we walked out of the terminal building and headed for the security compound.

After 10 minutes we were inside again and the hood was removed. Paula blinked as she looked around the searching cell. It was small, no more than 15 feet square. In the middle was a metal bench, with one edge slightly curved downwards. Leather straps were attached to the legs at the curving end, with another one in the centre of the table and another near the top. A single lightbulb flickered overhead.

Her collar and chains were removed as Hani locked the door behind us.

?Strip,? I ordered, calmly.

?What?? she hesitated.

?STRIP!? I bellowed in her ear. ?YOU HAVE BEEN CAUGHT SMUGGLING DRUGS INTO THE ISLAMIC REPUBLIC OF EGYPT AND YOU MUST BE STRIP SEARCHED!?

She whimpered as she removed her clothes, the security camera in the corner getting every last miserable moment on film. It didn?t take long before she was naked. She must have been able to see the bulge in my crotch. I barked an order at Hani, and he enjoyed a good feel of her perky little breasts as he led her to the cold metal table and bent her over it. Her legs were quickly forced apart and secured with the leather straps, leaving her pussy and arse completely exposed. The large strap in the middle of the table was tightened around her waist, pinning her down. Her head hung off the top edge, and her neck was secured with the final strap. Hani cuffed her hands behind her back and stood to one side.

?Now, Paula, as you may have noticed you are in a great deal of trouble. Simply possessing the amount of cannabis you have smuggled in is punishable with 20 years in prison. If we think you were going to try and sell it to your slutty friend Celina, the penalty is death by hanging. The courts do not look well on people who do no co-operate, so I suggest you keep quiet and put up with this.?

I rammed a finger up her pussy. She shrieked, prompting Hani to slap her tight little buttocks. Not a virgin, but bone dry. I ordered Hani to call for some KY jelly. The same routine was repeated on her anus, which certainly seemed to have been untouched by man until now.

I probed around inside her for some time, enjoying the feeling of her sphincter contracting around my finger as she squirmed silently in her bonds. Finally pulling my shit-stained finger out of the little girl?s behind, I nodded at Hani, who unlocked the door and left.

?Well, Paula, you have passed the body search.? I walked around in front of her. Her head was hanging low, staring at the floor, trying to block out the horror. She was shaking like a leaf, drenched in sweat and white as a sheet. ?However, there is still the matter of the drugs I found in your bag.?

?They?re not mine,? she pleaded in a whimper.

?SILENCE!? I demanded, slapping her hard across the face. I knelt down in front of her, grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to look at me, our faces inches apart.

?Do you think I am an idiot? Of course I know they are not yours. I put them there myself.? Her eyes filled with shock. She was about to cry out, then remembered the pain of the beating and thought better of it.

?However, none of my men know this, and the lower courts will never take your word over mine. At a? full trial you would probably be acquitted, but the legal system in this country is slow and you would likely be in jail for three years before your case was heard. Do you know about the jails in this country, Paula? They make this little ordeal look like a real holiday. By the time the men there have finished with you ? and it is all men, Paula, we do not employ women ? you will be begging to come back and serve your time in my care.

?Any women who get sent to the central jail in Cairo have a tough time, but a pretty western girl like you? Well, I can only imagine what they would do to you. If you were very lucky you might not contract Aids from any guards or inmates, but there would be plenty of other delights to look forward to. And the ?suicide? rate is very high, too.?

By now she was shaking so hard the table was vibrating with her. She was struggling to comprehend how her safe little life had gone so wrong so quickly.

?However, I am willing to make a deal with you. Hani is about to return with some more of my men. We are going to abuse you in a variety of sexual ways, and there is nothing you can do about it.?

Her quiet sobs had now turned to open crying, tears streaming down her cheeks.

?If you please us and keep your mouth shut about what happened here, you will be free to enjoy the rest of your life. If you do not please any of my men, or if you tell a soul about your experiences, you will be sent to Cairo to await trial. I shall see to it that you are charged with intent to supply, meaning death by slow hanging if you are convicted.?

She couldn?t take much more of this. A stream of urine was already trickling down her left thigh.

?Please,? she whispered, ?I just want to go home.?

?Paula,? I replied, I have had enough of your talk.?? I picked up her panties from the floor and shoved them roughly into her mouth. ?You will speak no more unless spoken to. Now, are you going to keep quiet about what happens to you today, or are you going to risk being sent to prison and then to the gallows? Nod if you are going to be a good girl for me.?

She nodded limply.

?Good. You will find this to be wise decision. Now suck my cock.?

I pulled the underwear our of her mouth and swiftly replaced it with my rock-hard penis.

?If I feel teeth, our deal is off. Make me come you little whore.? Paula started sucking as best she could. As she licked at my cock, I explained the situation. ?Hani has just told your friend that there is a problem with your passport and that you are taking a trip to the embassy to sort it out. As far as she is concerned you will be with her in 12 hours and everything is fine. So until then, you are mine. I will remain in charge, although I will give my men ? there are five of them ? a little leeway to enjoy themselves. Keep sucking, bitch. You will refer to me as ?Daddy? and the others as ?sir?, though you will speak only when spoken to. If you pause before following an instruction, you will be painfully punished.?

I could feel myself welling up down below. This would not take long, she had clearly done this before. I gripped her hair firmly in my fists and pulled her in to me,

?We are experts at what we do, so will leave no major marks on your body, but you will suffer terrible torments if you do not comply. When Hani returns in a moment, he will demonstrate this to you.

?You will be whipped, spanked and fucked in your mouth, vagina and especially in your anus. None of us have diseases, so contraceptives will not be used. If you fall pregnant, that is your problem.?

I pulled out of her mouth and shot my load all over her face.

?Do you understand? You may answer me.?

?Yes,? she whispered.

?YES WHAT?? I screamed, slapping her face again.

?Yes? daddy,? came the whimpered reply.

?Good girl,? I said. The door opened and Hani and his men walked in. This was going to be fun.

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Ethel developed a really great liking for Adam Strong in the week she spent visiting them. He did not exactly remind her of her dead husband, Archy, but he had a lot of the same characteristics that she had loved in Archy. His main attraction, though, was that he let her be her. Adam did not try to change her to fit some sort of "ideal woman" in his eyes. Ethel hated to leave at the end of her week's visit, but she knew that she had to if she was ever going to satisfy her vendetta against...

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