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Puppets and Master My name is Abdul, and I'm 40 years old. Just a few months ago, I was a different person, I had a family, my father Habib, my wife Razia, my lil son Ashfaq 11, my two daughters Ruksana 19 and Sakina 16. Life was going great. I had a small bakery in the heart of the old walled city of Tehran. People used to love my place, people from all sections of life used to come and enjoy meals together. It never came to my mind that one day some of them would actually try to kill me and my family. But that loathful day, 6 months back, my whole family except two daughters was massacred in Tehran, when a rebel group took hold of the capital. And, I being a minority community had to flee the city. After a lot of hardship we reached the Iran and Azerbaijan border. I paid whatever savings I was left with to a smuggler. And he assured me that he could help me cross the border. That night I was so happy, and my two daughters had a good meal for the first time in weeks. We sang songs of the fallen. We were happy because after a really long time we could see hope on the other side. We went to bed merry and hoped for a new and better morning. But the devil had his own plan. In the morning when I woke up my world had been turned upside down. My dreams turned into nightmares. I was in some dark room, with my hands and feet tied to a chair and my face covered in a dirty jute bag. I was in some kind of barn, because I could smell the proximity of animal odours. I was kept there for the next few days, every now and then someone would come in to feed me(forcibly). I had not seen my daughters. Whenever I asked them about their whereabouts, they would just reply by saying that they are not "my" daughters anymore. I used to beg them that I don't want no money, they just release them and let me go away with my daughters. Those were some really torturous days. And, the uncertainty about the fate of my daughters made them worse. After, keeping me there for like a week, they shifted me into a warehouse. Where a man who's name I don't know, proposed a deal for the way to my freedom. "Your daughters are safe." Hearing him say that I had a moment of relaxation. "I wanna see my daughters!" "Wait! You may if you follow our orders. You see, we were about to execute you, but ra'is likes you, he wants you," he said. "Wants me, what do you mean?" "You see, the ra'is have very strange interests. He likes men - just like you! And, he wants you to earn your freedom." I knew what was coming, their chief is a gay man, and he wants me by his side. For a person like me who has been a faithful servant to the Almighty, who has never wandered off the righteous path, this was blasphemous. "No way!! I can totally see what your faggot boss wants from me... Go ahead and tell him to go fuck himself." I was enraged. "Hey, hey calm down... Nobody's forcing you. Let's just say that you don't wish to see your daughters ever again in life." Those last words of his were like daggers in my heart. "What kind of sick people you are! Don't you fear God..." "Please, we are here just making a deal. Don't bring God into this. These are just pity affairs not worthy of His knowledge. Take your time, think over it. We will talk again tomorrow." With that, the man left me alone in the dark dingy warehouse. Now it was just me and my thoughts. That night they transferred me to an air conditioned room, with bed and other amenities. The food was better. And, I had ample time that to think about it. One thing was clear, if that boss of theirs was actually interested in me, then my daughters were safe. He would not let anyone do anything stupid to them. It was relaxing to think of. By next morning, I slept late and I only woke up with a knock at the door. A young blonde girl in her late 20s well dressed up in a dark blue skirt and peach blouse- standard clothes known to the hospitality industry came in with my breakfast. Greeting me she prepared the table, and I took a quick trip to use the washroom. When I returned back, she was done with her job. She said with a very homely smile on her face. "Let me know if you need anything else, Sir!" To which I just nodded. With she gone, I savoured the delicacies served. It was a pleasant morning and for some time I had actually forgotten about my current plight. I had just finished my breakfast when I heard another tap at the door. It was that guy from the previous day. "Sir, have you made up your mind!" "Hmmm" This sudden change in their behaviour was still very strange to me. If it's what it's to be free again with my daughters, to be respected again, to be human again - I was ready to surrender myself. "Good choice, I am sure you will not regret it." "But I have a condition!" Raising an eyebrow he said, "What?" "I want my daughters to be with me. I wanna know if they are sound and alright. And, want them to stay with me wherever you keep me," I said in an affirmative voice. "Well, I don't have the power to make such decisions. I will have to talk." "Yea, go ahead! Nobody's in a hurry." Looking into my eyes for a few seconds he left the room without a word. That made me worried. I was not sure if they would accept my offer. What power do I have on them? They can make me do whatever with the use of force or threat. I could just hope for the good. Precisely at 4 PM the Blonde girl returned back with tea and cookies. She was dressed in a similar kind of outfit as she was wearing in the morning, it was a black mid-thigh length pencil skirt and jacket suit, with 4" patent heels. Her hair were neatly tied in a bun whereas her face was professionally made with finest quality makeup. She looked just like any premium airline hostess, with very warm and cozy vibes. But I could not understand how she ended up being there in the gang of rookies. "Hello, Abdul!" Shortly realising what she has just said, "Oh! I'm sorry. Hello, Sir." "Nahh! It's fine. You can call me Abdul. I'm in no position to command such respect." Sympathising with me, she continued, "Aww! Why would you think so low about yourself?" "You know nothing about me......" She could sense that I was looking for her name. "Oh it's Andrea!" "Nice to meet you Andrea! You're the first respectable and normal person in weeks that I have met!" Hearing that she had a split moment of subtle smile, before her expression turned into that of worry. "Yea... the very first normal person... My family was killed in Tehran by this rebel group. Somehow my two lil sweet daughters and I were able to flee the place. Upon reaching the border we were abducted, It has been more than a week and I have not seen my daughters ever since." "I'm sorry sweetheart that you had to go through so much. Life is hard and it's particularly very hard in this part of the world." "Yea! But you don't seem to be from this land. How come you end up here?" "Ra'is is a very generous and kind man." I was surprised to hear praises about their boss from her. Don't know why but when she said that he was a good guy, it sounded more plausible. "I was a flight attendant in the United Airlines. When ISIS hijacked the plane and made it to reroute to Syria. I went through hell being kept there. Most of our crew and passengers were gradually executed. I was prepared.... I was prepared that my ordeal was about to end, when ISIS's base was run over by Salah, who headed a small faction of armed mercenaries. He brought me here, provided me with everything I need." She was almost in tears, but being a very composed and well raised lady, she didn't let those small tears forming in her sparkling blue eyes distort her makeup. "Why didn't you return back to America?" "I was broken inside, I had faced so much in those satanic camps in Syria, that returning back to America... returning back to normalcy never came as an option to me. Though, Salah never restrained me. It's been more than 6 months that I am living here and serving Ra'is. Tbt, lately I was thinking about returning back. Who knows, maybe if I get enough motivation to leave, I might not be here by tomorrow to bring you your breakfast." She said with a wink and a large smile, brandishing her pearl white perfect teeth. Hearing those last few words made me sad. It's just the second time I was seeing her and the thought of never seeing her again made me sad. "Hey!! I'm just joking. No need to be sad. I'm not going anywhere, at least for a few more weeks," she said while bracing my face with her right hand. The moment she touched me, I was smitten. How do I describe the feeling of her touch? Her slim feminine hands with dainty fingers crowned with inch long bright red nails, were so soft to the touch that I closed my eyes and let the feeling percolate into my soul. "Now I gotta go! You enjoy your tea." With that she rose and left the room. With her was gone her fresh air, her sweet fragrance. For the rest of the time I just kept thinking about my daughters, the rais's offer, and Andrea. I never saw a lady like her in my country, so free and determined and strong. Her independent personality had a very deep impact on my mind and made me even more resolute to fight for my freedom. It wasn't only she as a woman of strong character that was having an effect on my thinking, it was her body, which was making me crazy. Thinking about her tight ass in that form fitting skirt was enough to give me a hardon. That night I masturbated 4 times in a row before I had no more strength left in my body and the realms of dreams took over me. I took a nap as I desperately needed some rest to recover the strength lost in my self pleasure sessions. Just like animals we humans also have a biological clock imbibed in our brain, which tells us or roughly gives us an idea of the time of the day. When I woke up I knew it had been pretty late in the evening, in the twilight phase. Just as I was thinking about the masturbations and the self-pleasuring I did while imagining about Andrea and how it was against all the rules I had stood by all my life, the rules to be chaste and respectful towards the institution of marriage, I heard a knock and he returned back. "Ra'is is ready to accept your terms but you can see them, meet them but they will not stay with you in your room." "Oh Come on! I didn't ask anything that you guys can't do. I am ready to accept your offer, just let me stay with my family." Sighs. "Whatever is left of it." "Ra'is was kind enough to accept your condition to see them. He can't let you have anything more than that. Take it or..." There's a threat in his voice that made me worried, and I tried to reason to myself that if they will not let me stay with them, I can at least see them and check on them. I couldn't let the opportunity go. Therefore, making my mind, with a lil bit of hesitation I accepted his offer. He told me to be prepared to see them tonight. "Sakina will join you tonight, she can stay with you till morning. And, then Ruksana will be with you till evening." "Whaaat! Why not together?" "It's what I was told, and no more questions?" He had a bit of rashness in his attitude this evening. Whatever was his problem, I didn't want his indulgence anymore. I just wanted my daughters. It striked 9:30 PM on the wall mounted clock in the room. Andrea had left the dinner for us two on the table, and I was desperately waiting to see Sakina. Just as I was thinking about how strange these arrangements are, I heard a knock at the door. Sakina came running towards me, and groped me tight. I can judge her feelings of joy and happiness from the strength with which she hugged me. The separation of 9 days, without seeing or hearing each other was enough to generate such a strong response. We were like this for another few minutes. I didn't say anything, neither did she. Ending the embrace, Sakina retreated back, she had a very subtle smile on her face. She was looking beautiful and in good health. Her straight light brown hairs were let loose, embracing her innocent face as if they were veiling her off the adversaries we were surrounded with. "Sakina, Sakina, Sakina.... I am so happy to see you in good shape. I thought that I had lost you and your sister." Words were hardly coming out of my mouth. I was at the verge of crying but I didn't want to appear weak before her. "I am alright, Abbu. Andrea takes good care of me and Baaji. It's just that we were worried about you." I could see on her face that she was kept good. It further helped me gain trust and respect for Ra'is. Just as we were done having that moment of reunion I noticed something very odd because being an orthodox Muslim I had never seen my daughters in Satin sleevless lace top with matching shorts nightsuit. "What is this you are wearing?" Twirling around she said, "Ooo Abbu Andrea is soo good, she gave us so many new clothes." "But Sakina, you're a grown up girl. And big girls don't wear such clothes in our culture." "Yea, people mindlessly kill each other in our culture." She said, mocking me. "What culture are you talking about Abbu? The one that killed our whole family and left us to scavenge. Or the culture if it would not have been ra'is that would have sold me to some wealthy old man in Arabia." Hearing the word Ra'is from her mouth was very unexpected. For worthy readers, Ra'is means boss/leader in our language. Salah, as his name Andrea told me could be the ra'is of this gang or maybe for Andrea as well but he has nothing to do with my daughter. "Ra'is?? Have you also joined his gang." I was furious. "Ra'is is a good man, you will find out when you meet him." She said with an air to it, as if she had no respect for me or my concerns. I was angry and also surprised by her attitude. How much she was changed in just 9 days. It was hard to recognise her. Right in front of me was standing my younger daughter, who has almost turned into a full grown woman, in these scanty western clothes, brandishing her supple body. That made me worried what these abductors had done to my daughter. She broke the silence, "Abbu are you just going to stare at me, we have just one night!!" Sighing, "Come... come here sit with me." That night we kept talking for hours in length. We talked about those good days, when we had freedom, when we had a family. It was very nice talking about all that, rekindling all those days in the company of your loved ones. Having a heartfelt laughs; "I love you Sakina, and I missed you." "I love you too Papa....." With that we turned off the room lights and we were off to bed. That night I had the weirdest most sensation, that someone was kissing me on lips. Just as the sensation progressed, the images of Andrea were playing before my eyes. As soon as I opened my eyes, there was no one, Sakina was sleeping tight and I just shrugged it off for just a weird dream. In the morning it was the time for her to leave. I could see in her eyes that she doesn't want to go but rather stay with me. I needed that love, she was still my sweet little daughter who wants her daddy. Just like tomorrow night, Andrea had laid down the table for two, it was lunch time and just like last night I was eagerly waiting for Ruksana. My wait didn't last long before she was at the door. My happiness didn't last long seeing her. The girl standing at the door was nothing like what my 19 years old daughter used to look like, with all her innocence and childlike playfulness on her face, and modest dressing. This girl who definitely had her face, and her body was not afraid to exibit her youth to onlookers. I just had a hard time digesting the fact that my younger daughter came to see me in Satin sleeveless top and shorts. It's hard to explain in words what I felt. And, here Ruksana was standing before me, with her styled wavy hair let loose, and wearing a yellow crop top, along with skimpy denim shorts and white sneakers. I was boiling inside, looking at her pierced navel ring, it was all more than enough for me to contain my contempt anymore. "Ruksana!! How dare you wear such clothes, unworthy of a pious woman?" And she just laughed in return. "Young lady, I will not tolerate such an attitude. Last night it was your sister and now you too. I don't know what these people have taught you but. You are going to regret it. Let me once get us free. I'm going to find a suitable match for you two. You girls are not worthy of your freedom. Just 9 days and look where are you right now." "Dad! Please is this why you were dying to meet us. So that upon seeing us embrace our lives and its gifts you will ride onto your moral horses and shout at us. We are no longer the weaker sex. We can do whatever we want in our lives. And, you have no right to forcibly make us marry anyone." She retaliated in an equally fierce tone. "I thought you would be happy to see me and we could enjoy some quality time after these arduous 9 days. You have no idea how hard it was for me. I was surrounded by strangers. These men who have not seen a girl in months, let alone a beautiful one. If it would not have been I taking a strong stand against them, and if ra'is didn't help me, I would have long lost the battle. What do you know? You were locked inside. But it was I and Sakina who had to endure all that." I didn't say a word. I felt as if I could not breath. I would have knocked out had Ruksana not grabbed me and led me to the bed. She brought me some water, while all this time I was in a state of shock- not able to move or say something. My daughters are no more the same as they used to be. I have lost them. I was falling deep into the pit of my self guilt. Last thing I remember was seeing the concerned look on my daughters face before I passed out. By the time I came back to senses it was already pretty late. Ruksana was gone and I was lying on my bed. My clothes were changed, I was in a night suit. Remembering what had happened earlier in the afternoon, the maddening thoughts about my daughters and their changed unruly attitude. They both were almost adults and there's nothing I could do to change that, but that doesn't mean they could do whatever they want, we were men of culture and we didn't live like that. I had no idea about what was conspiring against me outside the four walls of my room. At first, that weird offer and then such a drastic change in my daughters. I was questioning my parenting. "Was I really too strict with them? Is this what they always wanted? Was our culture and traditions suffocating them?" So many questions but no answers. Among hundreds of things that were bothering me, one thing was of some consolation that my daughters were safe and happy - thinking about that used to make me forget my worries. Then the thoughts of making out with Andrea started usurping my mind, her long legs in sheer black pantyhose, her body hugging dress, and that beautifully made up face. I could help masturbating again that night. It didn't take me long to ejaculate my load on the bathroom floor. I was totally exhausted. My aching body and warry mind needed some rest, just as I laid down on my bed I couldn't tell when I dozed off. It was early in the morning when I woke up. There was dinner served on the table, Andrea must havd come in the room while I was sleeping. I was hungry, quickly freshening up, I ate the cold but delicious food. And, I was once again feeling horny. I thought, "What's wrong with me? I was never this zealous about sex." For the past few days I was maturbating too much, even my aging body was not supporting my lil ventures. I decided to take a cold shower, as it might help and it actually did help. After shower, when I was out and dabbing the exotic perfumes that I was provided by the ra'is on my naked body. I heard a knock on the door, and just as I grabbed and put the robe, the "guy" was inside. "Are you ready to go?" His bluntness took me by surprise. Hesitatingly, I replied, "Is it the time?" "Yes, it is." "But I'm not ready to see him, I need...." I was cut short. "See, Abdul.. Ra'is kept his words and let you see your daughters and now its your turn to return the favour and win your freedom." I knew that any more struggle would be futile. He had done what I demanded and now I must do it, no matter how much I would hate to do it, but I must. Sighing, "Okay.. wait for me outside." Anxiety had taken over my senses, it was hard to breathe. I tried but could not calm myself down. I was about to do something which was against my morals, my teachings, and my religion. But what choice did I have? Coming out of the room, he covered my head in a black bag and led me towards the waiting freak leader of theirs. I could hear him, opening a room, and pulled me in. Inside he gave me a cushioned chair to sit, and removing my cover he told me to wait. It was a brightly lit room and it took me a couple of seconds to adjust my sight to it. When things inside the room started to take shape, I couldn't believe what I saw. It was a beautiful looking room with a very fresh and feminine smell and appeal to it. I could see the colour of choice was pink, right from the walls to the furniture everything was in one shade or another of pink. There were disney princess posters on the wall, and a very ornate looking dressing table to my left, there were large windows to the right with floral print curtains, and ample sunlight in a pinkish shade was passing through them and falling on the glittering fury carpet, turning the whole ambiance pink. In the center of the room was a queen size bed with baby pink satin pillows and bed sheets. The positive vibes of the room helped me relax a little, and I started thinking, "How much Sakina would like living in here?" It had been a fairly long time since the stranger left me alone in the room. Slowly the pin drop silence of the room started taking on my nerves. The beauty and positive ambiance started fading. I was there waiting like a chick who was about to be executed for someone's carnal pleasure. Just as I was about to look around the room to find some possible escape route, a door opposite to where I was sitting slowly started opening up. A tall woman in a pink latex catsuit slowly stepped out. Her pink 5" latex high heeled knee high stiletto boots were giving her a seamless latex cover right from her toes to her face. On the face a white moulded latex face was covering her actual visages with support from her tight neck collar, and her long light brown mane was free to flow down along her back. She had an exquisite 36-26-36 figure with that tight pink corset on her waist giving her a wasp thin shape. She must have been about 6 feet tall in those heels. She slowly and very sensually started walking towards me, one foot right before the other one, as if a gymnast was treading a rope. Before, I could realise we were standing right in front of each other's close proximity. I could feel her warm breath on my lips. Her fake fat ruby red lips were shining with the sparkles refracting the falling sun rays into millions of tiny fragments. In her eyes she had emerald coloured cat eye lenses, which made me a little disappointed at first to see all her body parts to be covered in fake prosthetics. Maybe, I was expecting to penetrate her true self through her eyes, to see the actual person behind the latex facade. While I was struggling to see beyond the conver, she stood still and continued her strange wicked sneer through her embellished eyes. I was feeling as if she had successfully sneaked into my soul and had made it her slave. She raised her latex clad right hand with her inch long studded fake steel nails and traced my jawline, followed by tracing her own. Her latex face had a diamond stud on the left side of the nose, while heavy Indian silver Jhumkas were hanging on the petite latex earlobes. Her eyelids were painted black with long fake eyelashes adorning them. There was an uncomfortable silence between us. Just when she had successfully accomplished her dominance, she turned around giving me a 360 view of her assets and started walking back shifting her weight from one hip to another towards the door she came in from. "So, ra'is is a woman," I was thinking, happy that I may not have to go through all that I was worried about. She stopped a few feet away from the queen sized bed, with her back towards me. Starting with her long brown hair that were falling upto her wasp thin mid-waist, I was following her curves. With that pink latex valley of her waist that was further immersed with her bouncy derri?re, my gaze continued south leading to her long legs that ended into her knee high latex boots. She ran her left hand with similar steel nails through her silky mane. She was oozing sexually, each and every move of hers was arousing me that very soon it became difficult to hide the tent forming in my pants. I was a pious man, but at that moment I could not think about anything else but sex. Millions of thoughts were running through my mind. I didn't know whether I should rejoice with happiness that ra'is was not what I was thinking of. "Ra'is is a lady!" In my wildest dreams I couldn't find myself in a more bizarre situation. There I was standing behind a very sexy looking creature and her whole attire made her look very dominant and powerful. I was wondering that she must have been an extraordinary person to end up heading a faction of bandits in this part of the world, where women were never regarded more than an article of sexual gratification. Notwithstanding my current plight and sad state of existence, I was actually smitten by the lady in disguise, and I was genuinely hoping to have some action that afternoon. She gave me a 360? view of her assets, those silky smooth hair, that plump round ass, those big upright mammaries, that tiny waist, those long legs, all clad in pink latex. Once again looking away from me, she was standing with her legs wide open and with her right hand on her hip. "You like what you see?" came a deep booming voice, which startled me. I was frantically looking here and there, trying to find the source of it. Was it Salah, hidden somewhere, I was guessing. She turned around, "Are you too dumbstruck to see me that you can't even utter a reply." Came the same masculine voice through the inanimate lips of the latex doll standing in front of me. I was breathing heavily. What I was seeing and hearing was not making any sense to me. She... he or whatever it is came close to me, close enough that I could again feel its breath on my face. "This devious thing could not be a human, its embodiment of the devil. He has taken the form of a temptress." I was questioning myself. "Perfect- stay put like this, like an obedient servant of your ra'is. While I eat that sexy body of yours," it whispered in my ear. I finally brought myself to say something. "I don't know what kind of sorcery is this but please let me and my daughters go." The inanimate latex face of hers tilted right and then left. "You may leave, once you satisfy my lust." Taking a long breath in, trying to pump in some confidence in my voice, "What are you? You have this girls' body, everything looks perfect but then that baritone voice of yours." "Perfect body of mine, aha," she continued giggling, "that means half the battle is over as you liked my looks, now what we are going to do won't seem much blasphemous to you. My not so holy lover!" "It could not be any more blasphemous than this, a person with girls body and man's mind and voice. Are you even a human being?" With a heartfelt laughter, it responds, "Oh! I assure you that I am as much a human as you are." Pausing for a moment, expecting a reply from me it continued, "Shall we start what you're called for?" Hesitatingly I nodded. And, she(because visually it was very much a woman.) jumped right on me. It was as if she was only waiting for this very moment. Bringing her latex face close to mine, she parted her lips with limited elasticity and probed my mouth with her dripping wet tongue. Enclosing me into a tight hug, she continued exploring my mouth, after a few minutes of hesitation I finally gave up and started enjoying it. I didn't know when it turned into a passionate love making session. I was groping her tight latexclad body, rubbing on her boobs, and neither region. I was very surprised to find it completely flat, there was no sign of a dick tucked between those thighs. Upto this point I had made up my mind that it was a man dressed like a woman in a catsuit. But further surprises were awaiting me. Backing off, she laid down on the bed with her legs parted open, rubbing and squeezing her boobs with her left hand, her other hand slowly shifted south. Very sensuously she started caressing her pubic region and rubbed her pussy through the latex of the catsuit, aroused from the external stimulus she let out a very masculine groan. The stark difference of it compared to the body it was coming from gave me goosebumps. Probing her steel nailed fingers further down, she unzipped a small slit in the suit. The already stretched latex quickly retreated back giving me a full fledged show of pink baby lips of her hairless pussy. "What kind of sorcery is this?" was the first thought that came to my mind. She slowly started rubbing her pussy, and shimmering white fluid started coming out of it. Gradually her pace of masturbation increased with a proportionate increase in her strong deep quintessentially male moans filled with lust. I could tell that she was inviting me and what a beautiful invitation it was but that voice of her was making it difficult for me to proceed. Closing my eyes, taking a deep breath, unzipping my pants and removing my shorts, I jumped onto this creature beyond my understanding. My semi- erect dick was sliding on the slippery surface of the vagine, while my hands were busy squeezing the two orbs on her chest. It didn't take long for my dick to attain its complete erection. Holding it with my right hand I tried to push it into her pussy, which was surprisingly very tight, after trying multiple times it finally squeezed its way into her. The sudden invasion of her tight pussy made her yell in lound masculine shrieks of pain and agony. I didn't let it stop me and continued probing the tightness of her warm cave with a certain ruthlessness. I wanted to hurt the person in front of me in whatever capacity I could at that time. The man lying in front of me in this woman's shell, was going crazy with pain and the heightened lust it instilled in him. She was digging her steel nails deep on my shoulders, which after a few seconds started cutting into my skin, and blood started pouring. "Youuu fuckingg bitch!!!" I shouted at her with aching shoulders and squeezed her boobs in a ruthless manner. It didn't go well with her. Roaring in pain and anger she pushed me back, and kicked me in the stomach with her pointy 5 inch heeled right foot. Tripping back I fell hard on the carpeted floor, which helped in absorbing the shock of the impact. I looked back on the bed and the ra'is was still lying there, I could see she was panting hard. I closed my eyes, once again feeling the sensation of her warm cave. Feeling something cold, I opened my eyes to see Salah holding my dick in his latex hands and pointing it into her vagina. She sat down on my dick, taking it all in instantly, invoking a strong reaction from both of us. This time we both squealed our lungs out in pain. It was so loud that a person a km away could have also easily heard it. I was pretty sure her tight snatch had peeled the skin of my dick off its length. And, there's literally so much bloody jutting out of her pussy with every repetition. Despite both of us being in so much, I could see she was enjoying it, but for me it was turning into a nightmare. She continued ramming her pussy on my groan for the next few minutes, while I prayed it would end quickly. To my relief, soon she started shuddering hard, and I knew she had had her organsm. For the next few minutes, she stayed on top of me, basking in the postorgasmic sensations. Giving a light slap on my cheek, she squeezed her tongue out of her latex lips, and licked her fake lips. There was a small diamond stud on it which got struck while she was trying to retrieve it back in, giggling, she used her steel nails to part them a little further for easy passage. Taking it in she said in a exhausted tone; "That was good, I enjoyed it!" And with that she stood, zipped her groin up(once again hiding her blossomed folds under latex) and turned around to go back in the room she came from, not replying to any of my queries. I wanted to know when he was going to let me and my daughters leave. But she paid no heed to my prayers. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I just hoped and hoped this ordeal would end soon. - In the other room - Salah was sitting on a recliner, in a dimly lit room. Taking short breaths, he was murmuring, "Oh my goodness! That was good- that was soooo good. I must try to again. Hopefully he will cooperate." With that he heard loud screams coming from the adjacent room where all the action took place a moment ago. It was Abdul being dragged out by his formen, Kasim. Waiting for his screams to fade away, Salah shifted on to a chair before his vanity table and holding on to the straps of the latex mask behind his head, pulled it off his face. Staring back at him in the reflection was the beautiful adolescent face of Sakina, Abdul's younger daughter. Seeing her reflection in the mirror, a sinister smile slowly crept onto her face. Adjusting her neck collar for a moment, Salah again spoke but this time in the voice of a 16 years old girl's melodies voice. "I'm so sorry Abbu." Faking a pout she continued, "I was a bad girl." Once again changing back her expression to a silly smile. "I was a bad girl when I kissed you that night and I am a bad girl when I made you take my virginity." Holding her pubic region in she felt a little pang of pain. "Arrr the only bad thing about this thing is it so much hurts. But it was worth every little sensation I had." Moving back from the full length vanity mirror, she asked Siri to turn on the lights of the room in her high pitched frail feminine voice. Once the lights were on the 6 feet tall latex doll was on full display in the mirror. The only thing different this time was the visible face of the person beneath the latex shell. She was touching herself, moving her hands sensuously on all her body mapping all the curves of her majestic feminine exuberance. Holding the zipper with her devous inch long nail fingers, that definitely caused some nuance to have a proper hold of the fly, but with her practiced hands made it look swift. And, once again her aching pussy was out and through the reflection she was relishing it with her borrowed eyes. After rubbing it slowly for a few seconds, she brought the hand with her fluids on it back to her face. Seeing it all bloody red turned out to be a disappointment for her. Sniffing it, she once again spoke breaking the realm of her heavy breaths. "Maybe we shall continue this some other time." With a content smile on her face she turned around and went to another dark room and closed the door from behind.