Message-ID: <40259asstr$1041678618@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <200301032317.h03NHAHS066794@mailserver2.hushmail.com> From: auto44958@hushmail.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2003 15:17:10 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} "Tourist Trap" Part 1 (MF bd nc Humil) X-Original-Subject: (no subject) Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2003 06:10:18 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Once again into the breech: Mr. Bishop -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: Hush 2.2 (Java) Note: This signature can be verified at https://www.hushtools.com/verify wl4EARECAB4FAj4WGfsXHGF1dG80NDk1OEBodXNobWFpbC5jb20ACgkQCLUYi642i J6P uQCgtzWVn37Hzn7HSriiaekOq5STw7gAn1ilG+gPVjSM9TTVqMmxoNEOsDqd =TqLu -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- <1st attachment, "Tourist Trap.txt" begin> Tourist Trap: Part One Beyond The Prophet: By Mr. Bishop auto44958@hushmail.com (MF bd nc Humil) Our flight home was diverted to Al Sha Bara airport in the tiny oil-wealthy Emirate of Tashkat, some mechanical difficulty I suppose. We were informed that we would be delayed for at least twenty four hours. My traveling companion and I decided to make the best of our time by visiting the local bazaar. We were assured by airport personnel that the markets were both safe and friendly to westerners. We had been walking the twisting alleys enjoying the exotic items available for sale and the antics of the shopkeepers as they tried to lure us inside. I had bought a couple of inexpensive trinkets and was in the process of storing them in my backpack when someone ran into me, knocking me onto my back. As I struggled to gain my feet the mugger picked up my pack and tried to run off with it. My opinion of the local's friendliness was wavering as I watched the dark stranger darting through the crowd with my things. But, my faith was restored when the thief was brought down by a group of men who dragged him back to me along with my belongings. My rescuers then commenced to yell and beat on the man, so much so that it attracted the attention of the police who quickly took custody of the criminal and dispersed the crowd. A tall officer approached me, "I must apologize to Madam, for this unfortunate incident. It is quite out of custom here. I must inquire about your names please." "I am Miss Mina Ree, of London England and this is my friend Miss Jennifer Baron." "Well Miss Ree, I can assure you that we deal most harshly with criminals. This case might merit amputation of the man's right hand." I was aghast, "No, I don't want that. I don't think I wish to press charges. We will be leaving tomorrow morning and I won't be available to testify." "Then you must come to the station house and negotiate the thief's damages. It is required that he make recompense for his deeds. If you do not agree on a price then the law will follow its full course." "Very well," I said, "I do not wish to offend against your custom." Back at the police station Jenny and I were asked to leave our backpacks so their value could be assessed and the minimum fine calculated against the thief. While this was being done we were treated to tea and biscuits by female attendants clad in floor length burkas that revealed only the wearer's eyes. A few minutes later the man who had stolen my pack was led into the room escorted by officers who were holding our packs. These men spoke to the arresting officer in Arabic. Then they said some harsh sounding things to the thief and pushed him out of the room. Jenny and I looked at each other in confusion. We must be missing something I thought. "Excuse me, but what is his fine?" "He pays no fine miss," the officer said, "When two crimes are committed Islam demands that the greater crime be prosecuted." "What greater crime did he commit," I asked innocently. "He committed none. It is you and your friend who have greatly offended ... with these," he said as he reached into our backpacks and retrieved the wine that we had forgotten about. "I don't understand," I said, "We didn't steal the wine. We bought it in Egypt." "You are not charged with stealing the wine. You stand accused of smuggling it into our country." "Smuggling," Jenny retorted indignantly, "Well we had forgotten it was in there, but no matter. We would like to pay whatever duty is owed and get back to a civilized country." "You owe us no duty. This is a pure Islamic state. The possession of alcohol is forbidden. Your punishment if you are convicted will be five years in prison and worse perhaps." Jenny and I were too stunned to respond. How could this be happening to us? As we recovered our senses I demanded to see the British Consul. The officer smiled at us and shook his head, "If this were a civil offense we would contact your embassy. This is however, a religious offense so you will be handed over to the religious police. Neither contact with your embassy nor lawyers isallowed. A week later Jenny and I stood clad in burkas before a panel of Imams who would judge or case. The proceedings were entirely in Arabic. The court did provide an interpreter but she ignored our frantic questions and only explained what she thought was important. One half hour into the proceedings the eldest man on the panel stood and spoke, after which the judges left the room. "You have been convicted," our interpreter said. You have been given five years and five hundred lashes. And," she hesitated as though trying to find words, "You have been declared Baraka ... that is beyond the protection of The Prophet." "Five hundred lashes," I thought, "Was that the worse that the policeman had warned of." There had been some sympathy in the woman's eyes as she told us of the years and lashes, but what I saw when she proclaimed us Baraka disturbed me more. "What does that mean," I pressed. "It means," she said with her eyes averted, "that it is the duty of every true believer to do whatever they can to turn you to the light. And, that nothing that is done to you can be considered illegal ... or immoral ... you can be used," she said then stood and left the room as swiftly as her outfit allowed. "Used," Jenny echoed. At the start of our confinement Jenny and I had lived in fear of torture or sexual abuse ... you hear such stories. But in fact, the few men that we had come into contact with had been extremely deferential towards us, often avoiding even looking in our direction. Now, if we had heard correctly, we were in trouble. We started to discuss our plight and what our options might be but our talk was cut short. Guards entered the court and took us into their custody. I was dismayed by the fact that they eyed us freely and even propelled us forwards by pushing on our backs. We were taken to a van with darkened out windows and along with four other women prisoners driven for hours into the long desert night. Finally, the van stopped, the doors were opened and we were pushed out into the courtyard of a compound. A man in a crisp khaki uniform stood in front of a squad of guards. He wore a beret low down over his eyes and his lip sported a thin mustache that gave him a cruel appearance. We were made to form a line in front of him. "I am Captain Fahd. I am in charge of this facility. You are the first female prisoners to be assigned here, but female or male, the rules are the same. Obey and survive. Allah has placed you into my hands. I know my duty and I intend to fulfill it. Two of the women are westerners for their sake and because I do not wish to hear the language of the Prophet soiled by your foul mouths, we will speak English here. Now, starting on my left state your name, age, marital state, your crime and sentence, and whether or not you are a virgin. One by one the women told their tales. Two were married and two were single. Their crimes included driving a motor vehicle, (prohibited for women), disrespect to a lawful husband or his family, dressing in western clothing, and in the case of one of the single women, adultery. The sentences were all two years and two hundred lashes except for the adulteress. Her sentence was five years and five hundred lashes, the same as ours. Upon hearing this Jenny and I finally understood how serious alcohol offences must be. Of course, neither of the married women were virgins, but surprisingly, the adulteress claimed to be one. "How can this be so," Fahd inquired. "A marriage was arranged by my father. I was betrothed but not married. They caught me sneaking out to meet the boy I love." "So," Fahd continued, "In your heart you betrayed your husband, but not with your cunt." I was taken aback by his coarseness, coming as it did from out of the blue. Then it my turn to speak, I rattled off the details easily until I got to the part about virginity. Jenny and I were twenty two years old and we'd both been sexually active for years. "I ... I am not a virgin," I said, surprised at how dirty it made me feel around these pious women. Fahd let Jenny speak and she looked humiliated also ... at least to my eyes. "Very serious crimes indeed," Fahd intoned when Jenny had finished. "You have each been deemed to be `Baraka' by the Imams. This places you outside the protection of the Prophet. Our task is to make you sinners learn to hate your sins, so that you will once again long to walk in his light." He paused, eyeing us each in turn. Then he ordered the adulteress, a girl named aleah, to step forwards. "You will take off your clothing now." The girl fell to her knees crying, "Captain ... no, please. I am a virgin. Do not humiliate me so." Fahd approached the trembling girl, "Do as you are told." Standing, Aleah pulled her burka off, like all of us she wore nothing under it. She tried to cover her body as best she could but Fahd would not have it. He made her stand with her legs apart and her hands braced behind her neck, displaying all she had, for all to see. "Now," Fahd said with satisfaction, "for the next part I think I need someone with special knowledge. He looked at Jenny and me, pondered for a moment and then called Jenny forwards. "How many men have you slept with," Fahd inquired. "I ... I'm not sure," Jenny said softly. "So many you can't count?" "No, I mean I would need time to think." "Take a moment and do so," Fahd said politely Jenny blushed then said, "Six ... no seven." "Seven men," Fahd said, seemingly impressed. "Then you will have the specialized knowledge that I require. Take off your burka and pose like Aleah." Jenny took a few deep breaths then pulled off the burka and stood with her legs spread wide and hands locked behind her head. She stared Fahd squarely in the eyes as he looked at her nudity. "So, a real red-head I see," and all his men laughed. It was too much for Jenny, she broke down into tears. Fahd then selected ten of his guards and ordered them to strip, dismissing the rest of the crew. If those enlisted were embarrassed they were hiding it behind white-toothed grins. "Now Jenny," Fahd said in a fatherly tone, "I want you to select the best equipped man amongst these ten. Step forwards, take your time and walk around if you need to." Jenny let her arms fall to her sides then reluctantly walked along the line of nude men. "Him," she said, pointing to a tall man with an eight inch semi-erect penis. "Hassan is your choice. It appears that you might be correct, but to be fair we must consider that some men grow more when they `grow', than others. Would you be so kind as to maximize each of my men's potential." Although we were not virgins, neither Jenny nor I would have been pegged as being especially sexually adventurous. We had certainly never had sex with strangers, in public and in groups to boot. Reluctantly Jenny let her hand enfold the nearest mans cock. To our horror Fahd spoke again, "You will not use your hands for this task," he intoned." "Captain," Jenny uselessly pleaded, "I'm not a slut. I don't do that ... please." "You don't do what my child," Fahd asked in feigned innocence. "In a meek voice, probably knowing that he only wanted to increase her torment Jenny said, "I don't do oral sex." "Of course you do because you are a slut. You are my slut. Do as you've been instructed or we'll begin counting off those five hundred lashes, and understand this, all of you. There must be no more dictionary terms for your sins. Speak commonly and plainly like the sinners that you are, of face the punishment. Now woman, what are you going to do?" "I ... I'm going to suck their cocks." "Fine then," said Fahd, "get about your work." Tears ran freely down Jenny cheeks as she dropped to her knees. She looked back at me in obvious pain then placed her hands on a guard's ass-cheeks and slowly pulled him to her, enveloping the head of his cock with her mouth. The guard let her lick it for a minute then grasped her by her head and shoved his dick all the way into Jenny's mouth. She gagged and coughed but he held her there until she was turning blue from want of air. Then he pulled out and let her take a few gasping breaths. "You must learn to swallow it and breathe around it." He chucked Jenny under the chin, "Once again and this time swallow." He let Jenny work her own way onto his cock, commanding that she go a little deeper with each stroke. I could see the muscles in her neck working as she tried to guide the man's dick into her esophagus rather than her windpipe. Once more when his full length was buried in my poor friend, he held her in place with her nose buried in his dark pubic hair. After a minute Jenny seemed as though she was again about to panic, but finally she was able to calm herself and breathe comfortably. Her attacker kept her in place for another minute then began a slow thrusting with his hips. Everyone in the courtyard was so silently enthralled, or appalled, that you could hear the wet slicking sounds of her lips as Jenny's mouth was being fucked. "Good," Fahd said, "move along to the next man. Blushing profusely Jenny complied. All of Fahd's men wanted Jenny to demonstrate her newly acquired ability to deep-throat. The men with the biggest cocks seemed to delight in Jenny's panic as she struggled to relax enough to breathe around their meaty dicks. But the smaller men seemed angry at their inability to torment Jenny in that way, so they went out of their way to degrade her in other ways. Some would pull out and squeeze strands of pre-cum from their cocks and smear it over Jenny's lips, while others would rub their sex across Jenny's cheeks and make her lick their balls. By the time she had serviced all of Fahd's selected guards some of the first to have enjoyed her were soft again. Fahd made his men form a circle around Jenny while she rapidly mouthed all of them. When each man's cock was standing rigid Fahd spoke. "Now, once again make the selection." This time Hassan was not the lucky winner as another man's prick was at least ten inches long at its full excited length. Jenny tapped him on the shoulder without making eye contact. "Saud," Fahd said proudly, "the adulteress is yours." A low leather covered table had been brought into the courtyard. It had built in shackles, padded leather pillows and had clearly been designed with a purpose. Saud took Aleah by the hand and led her over to the table, forcing her down on her back and securing her arms above her. I thought that he would fall on her immediately but he did not. Instead he used his hands to slowly explore the girl's trembling body. He teased her nipples into a state of erection with one hand, while his other hand brushed lightly over her pussy-hair. Aleah protested the invasion with tears and little cries but all to no avail, Saud continued his finger tour of the virgin. After a few minutes of this attention I noticed a subtle change of tone in Aleah's cries. The effect seemed to come and go and I wasn't sure that my assessment was correct. That is until Saud knelt down between Aleah's legs and slowly licked up and down the length of her slit. I saw her pull against her bonds as a throaty moan escaped her lips. Fahd then knelt at the girl's head and looked down into her eyes. "Tell me child, do you like this sin that Saud is performing upon you?" She hesitated, I couldn't see her eyes but I guessed that she was wondering if she dared to lie to this man, but she was well on her way to being broken. "Yes ... yes, I like it, she confessed." "Are you now wondering what it would be like to be filled with this man's sex?" "Yes," she gasped under the continuing ministrations of Saud's talented tongue. "As you wish," Fahd said, "But you must not close your eyes. I want you to gaze up at me the whole time. You must let your pleasure be reflected in you eyes like stars in a darkened pool. Do you understand?" "Yes," Aleah cried. Fahd tilted Aleah's head as far back towards himself as he could, "Saud," he said. Saud placed a small leather pillow beneath Aleah's hips, tilting her pelvis upwards. Then he knelt on the table, his large cock poised above the entrance of her cunt. Saud leaned down towards his target, stopped for a moment, and then began moving his hips forwards in slow short strokes. I could not help but admire his self control. Every vein in his cock was standing out blue against the reddish-purple shaft itself. He must have longed to just plunge ahead and bury his sex in Aleah's virgin cunt, but still he held back. I found myself imagining what was being done to the girl. I pictured the head of his dick parting her private lips and being slowly pulled back, only to repeat the measure ... but a little deeper each time. He must have felt a little more of her warm wetness with each stroke and nerve endings the length of his shaft must have been calling for their share too. Then my imaginings were brushed away by sight of Saud's well muscled back and bottom plunging forwards, inch after inch of his dick disappearing from view until he was belly to belly with his conquest. Aleah froze for a moment, and then uttered a sound familiar to women. The secret sound of their surrender to the flesh, a low, hollow ... ugh, followed by an uncontrollable urge to push up against our lover, or defiler. And push up against him she did as he stroked deeply into and out of her cunt causing her hips to buck and drawing short gasping moans from the parted lips of her mouth. Fahd had held Aleah's head throughout the violation, staring down into her eyes as though he wanted to ravage her very soul. It must have been torture for her not to be able to close her eyes and shelter a little from the lust that she had been given to, but Fahd showed her no mercy. When he heard her breath become raspy and he knew that her point of no-return was nearing he warned her again, "Do not close your eyes. You are not allowed to hide from me." Then Saud delivered a series of sharp, rapid thrusts that ended with him pressed as deeply into Aleah's sex as he could go. He closed his eyes and grunted as his hot seed pumped into the girl, and that sticky torrent carried her over the edge also. She moaned, screamed and humped shamelessly against her assaulter. She never closed her eyes, but they did roll back white for a moment ... before she passed out. Fahd smiled kindly down upon Aleah for a moment then gently slapped her cheeks until she came to, "You are well," he inquired. "Yes," Aleah said softly. "Was the experience a pleasure to you?" "Yes," she said without hesitation, "It was a great pleasure." "Then you are indeed a wicked sinner and a slut. For what you have done is an abomination before the prophet. You must be punished ... you will all be punished," he addressed us other women. "Now," he continued, "Saud, was she indeed a virgin?" Saud grinned down at his conquest, "Yes Captain," he intoned, "See," he said reaching between Aleah's legs and returning with his fingers dripping strands of thick white cum, streaked with blood. "Excellent," cried Fahd, "We must all observe the proof ... come," he said to his naked guards, "See." The guards took turns examining Aleah and her dripping cunt and those few that had lost their erections during her violation were quickly returned to a state of readiness by what they saw. Fahd looked at his guards compassionately, "I see that you suffer. May the prophet forgive me," he added. "It is against Islam to allow a guest to leave the table still hungry. Come," he said to Jenny, "You must relieve these suffering men ... with your mouth. Jenny shrank back against me. "There are ten of them," shecried. "Nonsense," Fahd intoned, "I'm sure that Saud does not wish to mingle his memories of a virgin cunt with the ministration of an unbeliever's mouth." "It is so," Saud interjected. "So," Fahd said, "It is merely nine. "You are still upset," he asked, brushing tears away from Jenny's eyes as he spoke. She merely sobbed in return. "Well, I suppose I could reduce your torment ... You," he said to me, "You will help your friend please my guards ... strip her," he said to his men, and in moment they had my burka off and I too stood naked under their hungry stares. I had never been nude in public before, and the urge to cover my body was almost overpowering. But I knew that Fahd would not allow that. He seemed to enjoy cutting off at the knees all efforts to protect our dignity. A calm aura was what I hoped to project. A `you can't touch my soul' sort of air, but I wasn't really sure about that. And, I knew that they could touch my body at will, or at least at the will of Fahd. Jenny and I knew that someone would come looking for us. We both had families and we had resolved to do what it took to stay alive for as long as it took them to find us. But this was so hard ... so humiliating. Fahd stepped in front of me and bade me to assume our hands locked, knees spread ... position. Then he slowly and calmly examined me. "Your breasts are D-cup," he inquired. "No," I said trying to sound disinterested but my cracking voice gave me away. "I'm a C-cup ... thirty four C." "Forgive my error," I think my calculations were led astray by the great difference between you and your friend. "Come," he said to Jenny, "Come stand at Mina's side." Without protest Jenny obeyed. She, at five-ten, was four inches taller than I was. She was very long through the waist with well rounded hips and a firm butt. Her breasts, at thirty four B, were on the smallish size, but I think it enhanced her appeal. She had a very charming girlish look about her. A look she cultivated with her short stylishly cut auburn hair, and her pouty lips. I, with my long dark hair and larger breasts, tended towards the voluptuous, not heavy but not a stick either. We were both comfortable and confident in our looks. Still, is was unnerving to be stood side-by-side and assessed like cattle. "Yes," Fahd said, "you set each other off nicely. It will be a pleasure to watch you learn to work together over the years." "God," I thought realizing that he meant years of ..." "Sucking cock," Fahd accidentally completed my thoughts. "You must learn to do it as well as Jenny," Fahd said, "Begin now." I stood back but Jenny took my hand and led me to the line of waiting guards. "Its okay she whispered, "Just swallow it down, try to find your quiet center, and it will be over soon." She coaxed me to my knees then released my hand and quickly went to work on the man in front of her. I watched her in, in admiration actually. She was so strong. My reveries were halted by a sharp tug on my hair. I stared up at the grinning face and throbbing cock of the man who would have me first. Unlike Jenny I had done this before, but I had never really enjoyed it, just being a sport with a boy that I had really liked. Now I was just sport for these men that I hated. Enough, it was time to get it over with. I stared at his dick-slit for a moment and then gave it a tentative kiss. This elicited a little moan from him and I took that as a cue to envelope the head of his dick with my mouth, running my tongue all around it as I did. Then he pushed against me and I knew he wanted deeper attention. Luckily, he was not that large, maybe five inches long and I accommodated the length of him without difficulty. He was however quite thick in the shaft, so much so that my jaw hurt from stretching open to admit him. When my nose was perched against his scratchy pubic hair he started to fuck my mouth in earnest. I was trying to blank my mind against his intrusion, but I was startled back to the world by Jenny's scream. "No," Fahd was saying as he stood with a five-tongued whip unfurled, "You must never spill a man's seed upon the ground. You must take it within you unless he tells you otherwise. With that he unleashed a barrage of four more strokes across Jenny's back and shoulders. "I'm sorry," she cried in obvious terror and pain, "I didn't realize ... please." "Get back to work," Fahd said disgustedly, as Jenny sought and found her next visitor as quickly as she could. Another sound had intruded upon the scene ... my man was moaning and bucking into me as hard as he could. I grasped his ass to keep from being bowled over and he pulled me to him by my hair. Then I felt the spasms as his cock ejected a flood of hot spunk directly down my throat. I expected to vomit and knew that if I did I too would dance beneath Fahd's lashing attention. I held on and held up. Finally he was finished. I had swallowed as fast as I could but a final flow of seed just as he was withdrawing filled my mouth with more than I could handle. His sticky, bubbly cum leaked out of my mouth in long strands. I caught it in my hands storing it there until I could swallow more. As I cleaned up the last of the sickening mass I looked up to see Fahd smiling down on me approvingly. "Good, good," he encouraged, "Now get along, my men are waiting. And so Jenny and I passed the next hour. I think one man came four times, and most of them were sure to make at least one deposit in each of us unwilling containers. I have no idea how much spunk I swallowed. I was just glad to have it over. After that I wanted ... a toothbrush. I was overwhelmed by the salty-vinegar taste of stale cum, if not a brush then at least a rinse. But it was not to be so. "Well done my brothers," Fahd had praised his men, "Enough for tonight. We have years to while away our pleasures on these whores. Tuck them away for the night." As we were pushed toward the main building in the center of the compound, Jenny and I tried to pick up our discarded burkas but Fahd made us leave them were they lay, "You'll have no use for such things for a long time," he admonished. We were each taken to our rooms or cells if you will. Before we entered we were shackled and blindfolded, led into our rooms and secured to what felt like a bed. Then my guard said, "And something special for you and your cum-eating friend." With that I, and presumably Jenny were gagged. Meaning we had to spend the night with their foul cum sticking to our faces, matting down our hair and warming in the wetness of our mouths. <1st attachment end> <2nd attachment, "Tourist Trap.txt.sig" begin> -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: Hush 2.2 (Java) Note: This signature can be verified at https://www.hushtools.com/verify wj8DBQE+FhnQCLUYi642iJ4RAvklAKCl/4oWPsKJhXeaEGktNfyU84mjrgCgkTXkh Afk pR0IRWBAfkWdIZCvWio= =9RJl -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- <2nd attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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