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Under the Black Cowl
by Amy Brett

     It's not much help in our position now, but I'm glad that none of it
was my idea.
     First, my dad decided to bring me and mom to Khartoum with him on his
diplomatic mission. We'd lived in the middle east for a long time -- six
years. Almost half my life. Thanks to maids and drivers, I spoke quite a
bit of Arabic and could understand most everything even if I couldn't
remember words fast enough to say the right things sometimes. In Saudi
Arabia, we'd been pampered in our embassy even though dad wasn't one of the
really big shots. In Egypt, it had been even better because then he was a
big shot.
     Let me say first that Arabs, at least Egyptians and Saudis, are really
nice people with some funny sorts of ideas sometimes. But those particular
Arabs like Americans. It was obvious right from the first that the Sudanese
don't share that feeling. As soon as we got off the airplane, you could
feel the hatred people felt for us. And, like everyplace in the mideast,
our blond hair stuck out like we were wearing a red light on our heads.
     Dad got us set up at a pretty decent hotel in the middle of town and
went to his meetings.  That left me and mom on our own to entertain
ourselves.
     So we walked around and looked in the sort of run down shops in the
hotel and had a pretty bad lunch in the restaurant. Mom wanted a drink but
Sudan is under a fundamentalist government right now that don't allow it at
all. We went back to our room and watched CNN for a while. Mom took a nap
or read a book for the whole afternoon. Dad called about six and said he
was going to be late and to have dinner without him.
     We went back to the restaurant and saw right away that the dinner menu
was exactly the same as lunch and, when our orders came, it was obvious
they didn't have a night chef to make better stuff. Dinner pretty much
sucked, in other words.
     We started to walk around the lobby again but mom had seen everything
she wanted in there. So we headed for the front door to take a walk around
town. But the doorman and a security guy stopped us at the door and told us
that we couldn't go out. "Very dangerous. Very dangerous," he kept saying.
     Well, mom is really stubborn and really easily bored. We hadn't even
got to the elevator when she had an idea.
     "Do you want to get out and see a little of the city?" she asked me. I
might have shrugged or even said "sure" but I really didn't care much
either way. Her eyes sparkled like they do when she's got an idea for
something fun to do. She led the way to one of the clothes shops we'd
looked in before and picked out two of those black outfits some of the Arab
women wear, the gloves, and even shoes. Then we went back to the room.
     I have to explain a little now. Mom and I are almost exactly the same
size. For 14, I'm about the height and weight I'm supposed to be for my
age. 5-1, almost a hundred pounds. My hair is a little long for a guy just
because I get a sort of kick out of screwing with Egyptians' minds. They
think long blond hair means a Scandinavian girl. I get lots of double takes
in strange places. My voice hasn't changed yet, though my mom says any day
now it will. And everybody says I inherited mom's good looks even if I got
my dad's nose. Really, he's not a big man at 5-8 and has blond hair, too.
     Anyway, mom and I had wanted to see some of the places we'd been in
Saudi and Egyptian without being hassled because of being obvious
Americans. So we'd borrowed the clothes like this from maids before. You
get a whole different look at the world that way. The only difference with
these outfits was that the scarf part didn't even leave your eyes out like
we'd done before. You had to look through a sort of gauzy black material.
     Mom wore her regular dress under hers and I wore shorts and a
teeshirt. Nobody even looked twice at us when we went out the front door
and down the street.
     Even though she's been in the mideast the same amount of time I have,
she hasn't picked up nearly as much Arabic as I have. So when we went out
like this, I did most of the talking. I've been told I have a pretty good
accent.
     Anyway, we wandered around in the hotel neighborhood for a couple of
hours and even had tea at a little shop where several other draped women
were sitting and chattering. Luckily, they didn't include us in their talk
because we couldn't have kept up and the accent was a little different in
Sudan than Egypt.
     We'd really enjoyed looking around. It was almost like playing spy or
something. No one seemed to look at us twice. Like we were invisible.
     I was a little tired and glad we were only a block or so from the
hotel. We could actually see the entrance when all of a sudden somebody
grabbed my arms right by my elbows and pulled them tight painfully. I heard
mom scream. Having the black thing over my face was really frustrating. I
couldn't even see who'd grabbed me or what was happening to my mom.
     I was twisted around and pushed into a little white car. Nobody said
anything as the car took off. I couldn't see much of anything except the
back of two guys in the front seat heads. My arms were lose but I was
squeezed up between two guys in galabeyas. Big guys.
     The car went through a mess of busy streets with people all over
before turning into a high walled entrance to a villa like I'd seen all
over the mideast. Like most, there was a really nice yard inside with tons
of trees. Then a really big white house.
     When we pulled up in front of the door, somebody opened the door and
the man who'd stuffed me in there said hello before grabbing my arm and
pulling me out of the car. Somebody else grabbed my arm on the other side
and we walked through the open door into the villa, up the stairs, and into
a big bedroom. I was sort of shoved in and about half caught by a couple of
girls.  Four others came from nowhere and all of them clustered around me.
     One finally pulled off that stupid hood thing I wished I'd never
seen. Immediately, there was a bunch of oooohing and ahhhing and playing
with my hair. I recognized the word for blond in Arabic but their accent
and the speed they talked, mostly I didn't know what they were saying.
Right away, I started asking about mom and one of them said she was okay
but that was all.
     They were all looking close at my face and playing with my hair. There
was a lot of the Arabic version of "very bad, very bad" that I understood,
along with a lot I didn't understand.  Then they started doing things to my
hair that I never had done before. Not cutting it but rolling it up and
putting nasty smelling things on it.
     That's when they had me stand up and took the black thing off. They
didn't like my shorts and teeshirt at all and clucked and chattered like
crazy. One felt my legs and tisked and clucked some more. They took off my
teeshirt and giggled as they played with my nipples. I never had anybody do
that to me before, I tell you.
     I was really getting scared when they pulled off my shorts and then my
underwear. They all laughed a lot then and I hated it more than I could
ever say. It seemed like they all had to touch my penis or my balls and
they all laughed when they did that.
     Naked like that, they led me into a bathroom and let me pee. I gasped
when I turned around because two of them had taken all their own clothes
off. They started a shower (putting a plastic bag thing over my hair) and
got in with me. I didn't have to do anything but stand there while they
washed me all over and I want to tell you that was great. They all dried me
before, as I watched horrified, one of them used a straight razor and
shaved my legs and underarms while they all chattered. I wished she'd pay
more attention to what she was doing almost as much as I wished she
wouldn't do it at all.
     I asked them not to do that and, when the woman was done doing it, I
tried to resist when they took me in the bedroom, sat me down by a makeup
table, and started putting girl stuff all over my face. Powder and lipstick
and stuff on my eyes and cheeks. It smelled awful. I hated it when they did
stuff to my hair too. It pulled and jerked painfully and I knew it wasn't
going to look like my hair any more when they were done.
     I cried and begged them not to when they put thin pink panties on me
and again when they put the padded bra around me too. I knew what they were
doing but I sure as hell didn't want it to happen.
     I couldn't struggle or do anything about it when they sat for an hour
and put layers and layers of paint on my fingernails and toenails. The
whole time they were just chattering along loudly and mostly ignoring me. I
understood about every tenth word and figured out just enough to know that
most of what they were talking about didn't have anything to do with me.
     Then they put nylons on my legs that went way up high and had a tight
part that held them up. Finally, they put a red dress over my head and
pulled it down around my waist and hips. I didn't think it would cover up
anything and didn't even give me the feeling that I was wearing anything.
It couldn't have weighed as much as one of my teeshirts, was only a little
longer than one of them, and was slippery feeling like a girl's
panties. The top didn't cover my arms or chest at all and the waist was
really a little too small for me.
     The shoes were still the worst part though. I knew high heels from
seeing mom wear them. But she didn't wear them that were that high, I don't
think. Besides, these were just a couple of narrow strips of leather over
the toe part and a strap around the ankle. Two of them got me up on them,
taking my arms, and walked me around and around the room for a long time.
     At first, the shoes were like the first pair of ice skates I wore. My
ankles bent sideways and hurt. Besides that, I was sort of walking on
tiptoes and I hated that too. It was tiring. They just kept me walking
around and around the room until I sort of got the hang of it, taking short
steps and letting my hips swing a little bit.
     While somebody fastened a tiny little necklace around my neck,
somebody else did something to my ear that hurt like hell and just kept
aching. Then they did the same thing with the other ear. I'm not sure, but
I think they pierced my ears like a girl.
     I didn't see myself but I was sure anybody would think I was a girl,
dressed this way and with girl stuff on my face. It was a 14 year old guy's
nightmare. Just the thought of being seen by someone like this was
terrible. And the worst was that I knew they hadn't gone to all this
trouble for nothing. Sooner or later, they were going to show me off to
somebody or somebody was going to come in here and see me. What would
happen then?
     As soon as I got so I could walk pretty well, I knew it could get
worse. A lot worse.
     ***
     I'd stopped crying and protesting quite a while before. There just
wasn't anyone listening to me anyway. So they did some things to my eyes
and, I think, put on some more eye makeup.  They even took me back to the
bathroom and made me sit down and pee again while they watched and
chattered like crazy. I hated them being in the same bathroom with me while
I had to do that.
     Two of the bigger ones took my arms and led me out of the door and
into the hallway I'd come in before and down a big stairway. At least I
didn't stumble from not being able to see where I was walking like on the
way in. But I had a little trouble with the high heels on the stairs.  They
knocked on a closed door and we heard a voice on the inside. One of them
opened the door and they sort of shoved me into the room.
     It was worse than I could have dreamed.
     There were six Arab looking guys sitting around in the room on that
super ornate looking oriental furniture. Two big couches and on a couple of
the dozen chairs strewn around the room.  The cigarette smoke was thick in
the room. They were all dressed in suits and ties. I suppose the oldest one
was about 40, my dad's age, but the others were all around 25 or 30. One of
them had the long white galabeya I'd gotten used to seeing in Saudi Arabia
with one of the red and white checked headdresses.
     They stopped talking when I came in and looked at me instead. There
were several comments of approval I understood and comments about blond
hair. One finally said, "Where are you from?"
     I told them America and they laughed and talked some more. One
gestured for me to come toward him and I walked across the room, holding my
hands in front of my waist nervously.  When I got close enough, he reached
out and took my arm and pulled me down on his lap. He laughed at my
nervousness and put his arms around me. I was sitting sideways across his
lap sort of sideways with my feet off the floor. One of his hands went to
the front of the dress and pressed against the bra I was wearing. Since I
didn't have anything there, I didn't think of pushing his hand away or
anything like a girl would. He laughed and rubbed it.
     Pretty soon, I guess he got tired of that and slid his hand into the
open top of the dress and inside the bra. I blushed and squirmed but he
still found my nipple and squeezed it. He laughed and told that all the
others that I didn't have any tit at all. I could have told them that.
     That was when the door opened again and a really beautiful Arab girl
with long black hair came in dressed like I thought I probably was except
in a blue dress and shoes. She told them she was a local when they asked
and chattered almost like the girls who'd dressed me. Mostly she was saying
that her parents would be very upset if she didn't go home right away and a
bunch of other stuff I didn't understand.
     One of the other guys called her over to him and sat her down on his
lap just like I was.  She went nuts when he put his hand on her titty and
really tried to get away. I knew it wasn't going to work any better for her
than it had for me. The guy who had me was still playing with my nipple but
it really wasn't doing anything for me. I didn't much care. But when the
other guy stuck his hand in the girl's bra the same way, she started crying
and screaming and all sorts of stuff. I was just as glad I hadn't made a
big deal out of it cause they all just laughed while the guy went ahead and
did what he wanted to.
     Another girl came in then and they went through the whole ritual again
with a different guy. The difference was that she was older and said her
husband and son would miss her. And she looked like she sort of enjoyed it
when her guy put his hand inside her dress. She didn't make any fuss like
the first girl had anyway. Black dress.
     That's when the door opened again and my mom was pushed into the
room. I almost wouldn't have believed it was her. She really looked hot in
the white dress she was wearing.  "Mom!" I said right away. She looked at
me like I was crazy. Then her mouth dropped open as she recognized
me. That's the first I remembered how I was dressed.
     "Andy? My god! What have they done?" That made me feel more
embarrassed than I had before and I was real embarrassed before. She made a
beeline for me but one of the guys grabbed her arm and, in spite of her
hitting at him, pulled her into his lap just like the rest of us.
     "This is your daughter?" the oldest guy said.
     "No!" she said. "My ... m-my son. Andy." He threw back his head and
said a batch of stuff in Arabic I didn't understand. The guy with his arms
around me put his hand under the short skirt and grabbed between my legs. I
jumped like crazy at that, I tell you. Then he put his hand in my panties
and felt around until he found my penis and balls. Then he laughed and said
some things to his friends. I didn't catch it all.
     "Oh honey," mom said, crying. "I'm so sorry for this."
     "It wasn't your fault, mom," I said. It wasn't. I went along with it
all.
     I caught the older guy saying we'd been picked up just like the rest,
dressed in the black outfits. They laughed some more.
     "Please, do whatever your going to do to me. But let my son go," mom
pleaded. But nobody even listened. If they heard her at all.
     The door opened again and an older woman with really big tits came in
holding the hand of a little girl younger than me. Both of them were
dressed the same as the rest of us except the woman in a black dress and
the girl in pink. The last two guys called them over; the little girl
ending up on the old guy's lap. Now every one of us had a guy with their
hand in the top of our dresses, playing with our nipples. The last lady was
doing the same thing in Arabic that mom had done with me. Pleading to let
her little girl go but do anything they wanted with her.
     "Two mamas," the older man said. "How interesting." He smiled but it
looked evil. "You say you will do anything." He translated it into English
for mom. "What will you do?"
     The other mother said "anything but let my daughter go home." Mom
said, "whatever you want. Just let Andy go." There were tears in both their
eyes. I was amazed at how much they were alike in spite of the different
cultures. I guess mom's are just mom's, where ever they live.
     He spoke to the Arab woman first. "Stand up right where you are and
take off your dress.  We want to see you." Tears were running down her face
but she stood up and lifted the dress up over her head. She was really
beautiful. And she really filled out the big bra she was wearing. I could
see her pubic hair through the panties too.
     "Now you," he said to mom and mom stood up and took her dress off. I'd
never realized that mom was as big in the titties as she was. Almost as big
as the other woman. But I couldn't see her pubic hair even though her thin
white panties wouldn't have covered anything as well as the black ones did
on the other lady.
     "Let the children go," mom said.
     "Now the bras," he said, still translating. They looked at each other
and did it. The Arab woman's titties were really big but sagged some. They
had big brown circles on the end and sort of floppy big nipples on them. In
comparison, mom's stood up proudly and were a lot pinker and prettier. She
worked hard not to look at me. "Now pantaloons."
     "Send the children home first," the Arab lady said and mom said almost
the same thing at the same time.
     "Not until we see you mean 'anything' for real." So mom was first to
step out of her panties and stood proudly that way. The other lady was
slower to do it but finally did and put her hands and her panties over her
front when they were off. She was crying again. She started begging them to
let her daughter go.
     I noticed that one of the other guy's hand was in one of the girl's
panties now and was doing something that she seemed to like. She was the
one in yellow with the husband and boy at home. She even turned her head
and started kissing the guy who was doing it to her.
     Things were going so funny, I hadn't really noticed that the guy who
was holding me still had his hand in my panties and was playing with my
penis. Then he said something and the older guy called out and a girl came
to the door. He said something to her and she left.
     He told the two ladies to spread their legs and they both did it but
obviously both of them hated it. "Now I want to see you put two fingers in
your pussy," he said. I didn't catch most of the words in Arabic but I did
in English. My mouth open, I watched as the lady did it. Then my mom did
too. "No, on second thought. Let Ahmed and Mohamed do it." The two men
leaned forward and reached between their legs and started rubbing them with
their fingers. "Pinch your nipples instead while the guys take care of
you." It crossed my mind that neither one of them said anything before they
reached up and got hold of their nipples in both hands and started rolling
and pulling on them while the men played with their pussies.
     The girl came back in the door with something in her hand, offered
some to the old guy and then offered some to the guy who was holding me. I
couldn't really see what it was. She set a big jar on the coffee table and
left.
     I got distracted when mom made a sort of funny noise and sort of shook
all over with her mouth open. I'd sort of heard about women having orgasms
but, of course, I never saw it. Then the other lady made some noise and
sort of squealed. Really, I guess I was so entranced by watching them do
that and obviously like it so much, I really didn't notice that the guy I
was with was pulling the panties off my legs. I maybe even helped a
little. But I really did notice when he put one of my legs on each side of
his and then spread his legs. It really spread my legs a long ways. At
least the little skirt was still covering me down there.
     But then he did something different. His fingers were still playing
with my penis but his other hand went down and I felt him touch my
asshole. Nobody in the world ever touched me there. Maybe I sort of have
wiping but not with my fingers.
     My first reaction was "don't do that." But then his finger slid real
nice into my butt. I never felt anything like that and it really felt
good. I never even thought about that before. But he was moving it in and
out of me and it felt super good. I was really surprised when he said
something in English right into my ear.
     "Hold yourself up for a minute, honey, and I'll give you something
you'll love." I lifted up by putting my heels up on the edge of the
chair. I was distracted watching my mom as the man behind her pulled down
his pants and moved her back. I watched, rapt, as his big penis sunk into
her pussy. I've never seen anything like that.
     Then, all of a sudden, I realized I should have been paying better
attention to what was happening to me. I felt something touch my butt where
he'd been touching me before with his finger. Then he was pushing my hips
down a little. Not hard. Just steadily.
     "That's it, baby. Just ease onto it." I think maybe I moaned because I
felt something opening me up. At first, it felt like his finger. Then it
was bigger and it hurt a little. Then it hurt a lot. I bit my tongue to
keep from crying out and all of a sudden it didn't hurt so bad but it felt
like I was taking a really big shit. God! He was in me. His penis was in
me!
     "Good girl! Good girl!" he said as he pulled me all the way down onto
his lap. What was happening to me? I was being raped by a man! I'd never be
able to show my face again. And my mom would know and the other ladies. I'd
never be able to look her in the eyes again. Tears were running down my
cheeks. Boy don't get raped! This is wrong!
     I looked at the older man and saw that he had his big finger between
the little girl's legs and she was squirming and looking scared.
     My mom had been pulled back onto that man's lap and I could see his
penis going in and out of her pussy. Her eyes seemed unfocused. Her fingers
were still on her nipples. The other mother was in exactly the same
position now.
     I felt the man's penis inside me flexing and jumping.
     "You said anything, right mama?" the older man said in both languages
and got some kind of answer from both of them. Then he said something I
didn't understand in Arabic. The Arab lady didn't like what he said at all
and started saying no over and over. I saw the two men lift both of them,
only the Arab lady fighting it but mom looking worried too. Then they did
something under the women and both of them said no. Mom's eyes got big and
her mouth came open. She tried to fight then.
     "Oh no! That hurts. Ow ow. No! Not there. Please no!" I knew then that
the men had put their penises in their bottoms just like the guy holding me
had. I didn't think it was all that bad.  Not as bad as the two ladies
seemed to think. Really, it didn't hurt at all anymore.
     The ladies squirmed and yelled more as they were pulled down all the
way. Both of them were crying. I don't think anybody noticed but me when
the little girl said "ow" and looked a little panicked. The older man had
his finger way inside her now. Her little hands were on the back of his
much bigger one. Then he started moving it in and out of her and the look
on her face changed. She looked like she was enjoying it then.
     I noticed that the other ladies were getting penises in their pussies,
too, now. They seemed to like it a lot.
     I didn't like it at all when the man in my mom pushed her hands away
from her titties and grabbed her nipples in his fingers and thumbs and
pinched hard enough to make my mom cry out.  If I could have, I would have
helped her but I couldn't. Then he pulled up on them until mom lifted. I
could see his big penis in her bottom but almost all the way out. He pulled
down on her nipples and she went back down on his penis.
     "Come here, sweetie," the man said softly into my ear. "Move up on
your knees. Okay?"  With his help, lifting me by the waist, I curled one
leg and then the other back along his legs. His penis never came out of my
bottom. "Good. Now we can fuck you right."
     Mom and the other lady were in almost exactly the same position I was
in, except having their nipples pulled on. I started going up and down
about the same way they were, with the man's hands around my waist to guide
me and help. It felt really good. Then it felt really really good.
     I noticed that the little girl looked like the man's finger in her
felt really good and he was rubbing up and down pretty fast while she
moaned and squirmed. She looked really sexy.
     But she didn't look nearly as sexy as the two other girls. They were
going crazy going up and down on their men, both of them facing the
guys. One of them was even letting the man suck on her titties while she
did it.
     Then I felt something totally different in me and heard the man
groan. He'd squirted in me.  At first, I thought it was terrible. But then
I really felt it and it felt good. Best of all, it made him slipperier and
that made it feel better in me. I went up and down a little faster and the
more I did, the better it felt. I squirted, too, then and knew I'd messed
up the dress.
     It seemed, when I opened my eyes, that everyone was doing the same
thing. I mean, the guys looked sort of satisfied. But the women all looked
like they had something really great happen to them. They made funny noises
and moved funny and everything. I'm pretty sure they were all squirting
too. Or whatever they call it when a girl does it.
     "Did you like it, baby?" the man behind me said. I didn't think but I
nodded. I had. So what if this wasn't supposed to happen.
     ***
     That was the start of a really strange night and all the events since.
     First, mom told the older man that she'd done what they'd wanted so
now he should let the "children" go. I think the Arab lady did too but
cried a lot. The man said that the terms of the "deal" hadn't been met
yet. That they'd said "anything" and they hadn't done that yet. Both of the
ladies cried but that only seemed to please the older man. I really hated
him for what he was doing to them.
     While everybody else watched, mom licked one of the other women while
the other mom had two men put their penises in her at the same time, one in
front and one in her bottom. Then two men did mom while the other lady
licked the other woman. Then both women sucked two of the men's
penises. The whole time, Khalid (that is my man's name) played with my
penis or put his finger in my bottom. It felt good and I squirted a couple
more times. He always talked softly in my ear, asking me if it felt good or
if I liked what the other people were doing.
     The older man was doing things with his fingers to the little girl too
and it looked like she liked it. But I still didn't like him at all.
     Finally, when I didn't think I could keep my eyes open for another
minute, the door opened and a lot of women came in and took us all out and
back to rooms.
     They gave me a bath in really smelly water and then dressed me in just
a frilly, short nightie and panties before putting me to bed. They all left
and Khalid came in. I watched him get undressed and hoped he wasn't going
to keep me awake because I was really tired then. He turned off the lights
and got into bed with me. I was happy when he just pulled me tight up
against him and fell asleep.
     I slept really good and didn't wake up until I felt Khalid playing
with me again. When I opened my eyes, it was daylight in the room. Khalid
talked to me and then took off my nightie and panties. Then he sucked on my
little boy nipples and my toes and kissed my legs. Then he sucked my penis
until I squirted in his mouth.
     He had me suck on him, too, and, even though I knew that was faggot
stuff I'd heard about in school, it was really pretty nice. His penis was
long and not too big around. When I tried, I could get it all the way in my
throat and he liked that a lot. He squirted in my mouth and at first I
thought I would get sick. But then I really tasted it and it was pretty
good tasting so I just swallowed it.
     We went to the bathroom then and we talked while we peed. Holding my
hand, he led me back to bed and started over, kissing my nipples and my
mouth, sucking my toes and kissing my legs, and sucking my balls and
penis. Then he turned me over and licked and kissed all over my back and
bottom. Then he stuck his tongue in my bottom and that really felt good. He
turned me back onto my back and got over me.
     "I want you to feel what it's like to be a woman," he said and lifted
up my legs, spread wide. I could see he'd put something on his penis that
looked sort of greasy. He put it against my butthole and gently pushed
in. It really surprised me how good it felt because the first time the
night before it had hurt at first. It just felt better the further he put
it in me. It only hurt once when he pressed against my balls a little hard.
     I found that if I kept my knees way up, it felt the best and if I put
my legs around him, he liked it the best. He kissed me and kissed me with
his tongue in my mouth while he moved his penis in and out and in and
out. When he squirted in me, I squirted too. Then we had to take a shower
together to clean up the mess.
     After he'd washed me and dried me, he did something and the girls came
back in. They went through the whole routine again and, when I was
finished, they let me look in a full length mirror. I thought I looked as
pretty as any of the women had the night before. My hair was nice, long
earrings that tickled my neck looked good, and my face looked like a
girl's. Really, an older girl. Particularly with the long white dress that
had a cut all the way up the side, nylons and high heels. The top had built
in padding where titties would be and no back at all to the waist. It
looked very adult.
     Khalid came back in then dressed in a nice suit and took my arm. After
he kissed me, that is. We went back downstairs and into a dining room with
a big table.
     That first sight was the first time I stumbled on the high heels.
     My mom was laying in the middle of the table. All she was wearing was
a couple of leather cuffs on the inside of her knees that were fastened to
a steel bar that held them wide open.  There were two round things sticking
out of her pussy and bottom fastened to tiny silver chains that were
fastened to her long toes. They were close enough together so she had to
keep her feet straight with only one resting on the table on her toes.
     There was another bar between her elbows and chains from her middle
fingers to little silver ringer around her nipples. Another chain went from
the bar, around her neck, and to the other end of the bar so her elbows
were pulled up high enough that even with her fingers straight, her nipples
were pulled and her titties held up by them.
     She was also wearing a blindfold.
     When I got closer, I saw that the other lady was in exactly the same
arrangement with the top of her head a little away from mom's. The only
difference was that she was sort of struggling a little, moving her feet
enough to tug on the chains and the things in her pussy and bottom, and her
fingers were moving so the chains pulled her nipples. From her mouth, it
looked like she was enjoying it and she was panting.
     "Mom?" I said beside her.
     "Honey? Andy? Sweetie? Are you okay?"
     "Sure, mom, I'm fine." I didn't think I needed to tell her that I was
still dressed in girl's clothes or about the other things that had happened
to me that day or the night before.
     "They didn't hurt you, did they?"
     "No. Not at all, mom. Are you okay?" It took a minute for her to
respond but then she did.
     "Sure. I'm fine. Uncomfortable but that's okay."
     While we'd been talking, all the people from the night before came
in. All the girls were dressed the same as me and the guys in suits and
ties. The little girl looked really cute and had a big smile on her face as
she held the older man's hand. She talked to her mom for a minute and it
sounded like she was saying about the same thing as I had.
     It was pretty hard to sit their and watch mom that way all the way
through dinner. But that's what happened. Until dessert.
     The first thing was that the older man reached out and flicked a
switch on the table. I saw that wires connected it to the round things in
mom and the other lady. They started really panting and squirming and
arching up their backs.
     "The dildoes have vibrators in them. Rather on the high powered side,"
the older man said. "Their pleasure is complete but they must be very
careful not to put too much strain on any of the chains to prevent hurting
themselves. The dildoes inflate inside them to stay in place."
     "Now for our dessert," he continued and clapped his hands. He said
something else as the women came back out carrying plates of peeled
bananas. I noticed that each of the men were pulling down their pants. Each
of the girls and I were guided to sit on the table in front of the men, our
skirts opened wide, and our panties pulled off. "I'll demonstrate," he
said. "First you fellows place your bananas properly." He pushed one into
the little girl's pussy and she gasped and moaned like she liked it. "And
the girls each put their's in their mouths as far as possible. No one
actually takes a bite until I say.
     "Finally, fellows remember your contributions to dessert. Right?"
     I watched him put a banana in the little girl's mouth and her begin to
suck on it like you would a penis. He started moving the banana in her
pussy in and out at the same speed she used.
     Khalid opened my legs and my bottom cheeks and pushed the banana in
me, smiling as I started sucking on another one. I saw that the other women
were doing the same thing.
     I could hear mom crying out with either pain or pleasure as Khalid
started sucking my penis and playing with the banana. I wasn't the only one
who came from all of that. Then Khalid started sucking on the banana in my
butt.
     "You can eat now, ladies and gentlemen," the older guy said and I felt
Khalid biting off some of the banana and chewing. I slowly ate mine at the
same speed he was until we got done.  Then he was sucking me again and when
I looked down I saw he had a small glass in his hand with something in
it. When I was almost to come again, he stopped sucking me and rubbed it
instead until I did. He caught it all in the glass. I saw that it was
already part full.
     "Ladies. The sauce for your bananas is exactly half the glass of
come. No more and no less." I'd noticed that the girls had been sort of
milked for their come but were as full as mine.  Then I realized that the
guys had shot off in the glasses, too. I drank mine while Khalid smiled and
rubbed the inside of my legs.
     "Now our centerpieces can be served their dessert," the older man said
and poured his glass into mom's mouth. She sputtered a little but I think
she was coming over and over again and didn't care. The man who'd been with
her the night before poured his glass in her mouth, too.
     "We'll repair to the parlor for the finale, if you don't mind." Khalid
lifted me down from the table and kissed me, a big smile on his lips. Then
he led me into the room we'd been in the night before.
     "What about our moms?" I asked.
     "Well, I'll tell you what. If you do exactly what your told, we'll let
them join us. If you don't, we'll leave them here like this as long as we
want."
     Now I didn't like this at all. But it didn't looked like there was
going to be much choice anyway.
     "Since you were the one who asked, Amy, you lay down on the floor on
your back. Don't lay on your skirt or cover anything up. Understood?" I did
and lay down on the floor with the skirt to one side of my waist. Now the
room was not only filled with the men and the girls but all the other girls
who'd dressed us and served the dinner and everything. Everybody was
talking and laughing except me and I was scared what they might do. He
talked to the young girl and then turned back to me.
     "You are going to be Hala's first, Amy. And she is going to be your
first lesbian partner."
     He guided the girl over me and had her kneel down with her knees on
either side of my head. I looked up right at her bare pussy. It was really
pretty. No hair at all. Pink and sweet looking. She leaned over then and
took my penis in her little mouth and started sucking on me. It was totally
different than when Khalid had done it. Just her hair cascading down on my
legs made it different and wonderful.
     She lowered her pretty pussy enough that I could lick her at the same
time. She tasted wonderful and I loved sucking and sticking my tongue in
her pussy. It still tasted a little bit like banana and I thought it was
sort of funny. But there was another really wonderful taste and smell
besides that. That made it even better.
     It only took a couple of minutes before we both came and I got a new
taste in my mouth from her pussy. It was really good.
     I thought that would be it but the older guy told us to put our
tongues in the other one's bottom then and we both did. That felt good and
tasted good too. I think she came again but I didn't. It just takes a
little longer for a guy. But I was really hard then.
     "Now fuck her, Amy," the man said. "That's it. From behind just like
that." He kept her on her hands and knees like she'd been and guided me to
put my penis in her pussy. My first fuck and it was really great. She
sounded like she liked it, too. I was almost to come again.
     "Stop. Now take her asshole. Fuck her asshole, Amy," he said and I
switched to her other hole. It was so tight and hot and the way she
squirmed around and cried out a little was super. It made me come in her
butt really fast and she seemed to like that a lot. I know she came
anyway. I was rubbing her pussy with my hand so I tried to make it good for
her.
     She said thank you in Arabic and kissed me afterwards.
     "Okay, children," he said, translating as he went. "Now each of the
men is going to fuck you. Everywhere possible. Before your mothers will be
released from their 'pleasure'. It's your choice whether you'll do one at a
time, two at a time, or three at a time. But you will take all six of us
before anything else happens. If one of you finishes before the other, you
can take care of some of the housemaids." He turned to the roomful of
people then.
     "In fact, any of you who particularly wants anyone else can do so
now. The youngsters, however, have to finish all six of the men first. Any
who particularly want one of the children can do so after they've satisfied
the initial requirements and their mothers can join us."
     One of the men came to me right away and said only "one or two?" It
took me a second to understand but then I thought. I had to do six of
them. If I could do two at once, it shouldn't take too long. If I did one,
it would take twice as long. So I said two and a second man came over.
     They put me on all fours and the guy who asked took down his pants and
started in my butt like Khalid had. The other one was in front of me and I
knew I was supposed to suck him. I did and in a couple of minutes, I felt
both my mouth and my butt get filled up again.
     I heard Hala cry out sometime in there and looked over to see her back
on all fours but with a man under her, fucking her pussy while the older
man put his in her butt. Her scream was cut off by another man putting his
penis in her mouth.
     Khalid was next for me and the older man came over and put his penis
in my butt while Khalid did my mouth. The older man's penis was a lot
bigger than Khalid's and hurt but he didn't seem to care. Khalid's penis
tasted like Hala's pussy.
     Even though the older man's penis was bigger and hurt more than the
others, I really started enjoying the whole thing while that was going
on. The last two guys were easier and more enjoyable than the first, even
if I didn't know them. For one thing, while they fucked me, I watched Hala
sucking on one and then a second of the maids. That looked so neat.
     I thought it was over then but the older man said I had to suck at
least one of the maids before they could let our mothers go. I didn't mind
doing that and the girl seemed to like what I did to her a lot. I just
hated the delay because I knew mom must be going crazy.
     ***
     Most everybody (with the exception of some of the maids who were doing
things to each other on the floor) went back to the dining room with us. He
had Khalid help me onto the table near my mom and lifted the little girl
next to her mom.
     "You'll need to be careful and do just exactly what I say. Otherwise,
the ladies could be hurt," he said. Mom looked like she was in agony with
her legs twitching and vibrating, pulling slightly on the chains to the
dildoes. Her fingers kept reacting to things and jerked on her nipples.
She was moaning and arching her back and squirming all over.
     "Carefully unsnap the chain around her neck." I unsnapped and that let
her get her hands closer to her titties so the other little chains didn't
pull on her nipples. "If you look closely, you'll see a little fastener on
the nipple cuffs. When you release those, the blood is going to flow back
into the nipple and that will hurt. If you want to make it easier, you can
lick and suck it to make it feel better."
     I unsnapped the little fastener and mom arched her back and gasped. As
soon as the little ring was off I sucked her nipple and felt her hands in
my hair holding my mouth to her. I could see her jerking on the other
nipple though so I lifted up my head enough to undo the other ring and then
sucked on that nipple until she stopped. She really liked that and was
holding my head to her titty hard. When I finally moved away, her hands
cupped her titties and her fingers played with her nipples roughly.
     "To get the dildo out of her ass, you must deflate it first. There's a
small valve at the base that will let the air escape slowly. It will help
if you hold on to the base and move it in and out until you feel it slide
easily before pulling it out completely."
     I found the valve and opened it to feel a tiny stream of air come
out. I could feel it vibrating wildly as I took a hold of it. She arched
and moaned as I slid it in and out of her, feeling it loosening a little at
a time until it was finally sliding easily. But it was still too big when I
pulled at it and she arched in what I thought was pain. So I did it some
more in and out before it finally slid all the way out. I saw that it was
about 8 inches long and about an inch and a half across. As big as the
older man who'd fucked me. Maybe smaller. I know it was shorter than
Khalid.
     She put that foot down flat on the table when the dildo was out my her
knees were still lifted and the other foot was tied to the other
dildo. When I looked at the other dildo was the first I'd seen the tiny
cuff around a puffy piece of skin further up her pussy. I'd seen some of
the other girls' clits but they were almost invisible. Mom's was big, it
looked like. And the cuff was fastened to mom's little toe with another
chain that was shorter than the one to the other dildo.
     "The clit cuff is exactly the same as the nipple clamps and the effect
of the blood flowing back into it is going to be the same." I knew what was
required without being told.
     I clicked open the tiny clasp and immediately started sucking on her
clit and licking. She screamed and bucked under me, her hands again on the
back of my head. I kept doing it until her she came and then relaxed a
little. That let me move on.
     I opened the air valve on the other dildo and started moving its
vibrating body in and out to get it to release. I could hear the air escape
faster when I pulled and lessen when I pushed back in. She seemed to be
enjoying that as it started sliding more easily. She was whispering "yes"
over and over.
     "When it comes out, there's going to be a flood of fluid. I don't want
a mess on my table so you'll need to take care of it."
     I positioned myself between her legs, ready to cover her pussy with my
mouth as I finally felt the dildo loosen enough to come free. When it did,
I couldn't believe it. It must have been almost a foot long and bigger
around than the other one. And, like the man said, when it came out, a
bunch of wet came with it. I covered her pussy with my mouth and swallowed
as it flowed.  When it stopped flowing, I licked to open it more and take
what remained.
     Her legs, still spread by the bar, straightened out and the bar
dropped across my back, holding me in place. My legs were off the edge of
the table, laying like that, but my feet didn't reach the floor.
     I thought it was all done when someone came up behind me and put their
penis in my bottom to fuck me. I just licked mom's pussy and her clit while
the guy fucked me. Then I looked up and saw that either she'd taken the
blindfold off or someone had done it for her. She was smiling and looking
down at me. But when our eyes met, hers went wide.
     "Oh, honey. Oh my God!" Tears rolled down her cheeks. Whoever was
fucking me, came deep in my ass then and that triggered mine. Somehow, her
eyes unfocused and I felt her come again, too. I licked her clean as her
pussy flowed again. Then the man moved out of me and mom fell back on the
table, crying. I slid off the table and onto my feet, pulling the skirt
back where it was supposed to be.
     "You told me that if I did what you wanted, you wouldn't hurt him,"
she said softly.
     "Amy, are you hurt?" the man asked me.
     "No. I'm not hurt. Really, mom."
     "They dressed you as a girl. A man ... m-man f-fucked you. They made
you do all these things to me."
     "I wanted to, mom. So you didn't have to do this any more. So they'd
undo you." I thought about it. "Besides. I liked it. I liked it a lot."
     "I'll never be able to look you in the eye again," she sobbed. "What
have I done to you?  What will I ever tell your father?"
     "None of those things are a problem, my dear," the man said, absently
fondling mom's titty. "There are several things well beyond your control.
     "First, tomorrow morning, Amy and Khalid fly back to Khalid's home. I
assure you that she has a very interesting an eventful life to look forward
to." That's the first I'd heard anything like that. "Second, there was an
unfortunate incident in the main square yesterday involving a terrorist car
bomb. Your husband happened to be speaking to the head of the secret
service at the time and both were casualties. His remains are to be buried
at Arlington Cemetery in Washington tomorrow with all honors."
     Mom cried some more but I knew that she and dad hadn't liked each
other for a long time.  Mostly they just yelled at each other. And I didn't
like him very much either.
     "And finally, Kareem has purchased you and will take you to his
country tomorrow. If you and his wives get along well, he says he will keep
you. If not, he owns a series of very high priced brothels where you will
be a very large draw. Arab men particularly like blond women. Either way,
you will be kept like a queen as long as you perform your duties. The last
you and Amy will see of each other will be in the morning." Mom just sobbed
softly as the man, I guess Kareem, removed the bars from her knees and
elbows and helped her to her feet. Her legs shook but she still carried
herself proudly as he took her arm and led her out.
     ***
     Khalid explained more to me that night about Kareem. It made me feel
much better than he wasn't the one who had made mom do the things on the
table and, in fact, that he didn't like things like that. Khalid said he
was a very kind man who would love mom at least as much as his other wives.
     The next morning, the maids dressed me in an expensive looking white
suit with a short skirt, white blouse, white nylons, and white high
heels. The six of us girls and the six men ate breakfast in the dining
room. I sat next to mom and she seemed much happier. Then it was time to
go.
     Khalid gave mom and I a few minutes together.
     "Are you going to be okay, honey?" she asked me with tears in her
eyes.
     "I'm fine, mom. And Khalid is wonderful. I hope that Kareem is as nice
a man as Khalid says he is."
     "I think he is," she said. "I'm not worried now." She looked
embarrassed for a second then said, "beside, I found out some things about
myself. This whole experience has brought out some things in me I never
knew. How much I ... well, love the sex. All kinds."
     "I'm glad, mom. I've learned a lot about myself, too," I told her and
sort of flounced the skirt.
     "You certainly make a very beautiful young lady," she said. I was
pleased and blushed. "I hope that I'll be able to see you again."
     "Me too, mom. I bet Khalid and Kareem would let us write. I'll ask and
try to get a letter to you soon."
     "Thanks, honey." Then she kissed me and I went to the car.
     I was really surprised when I got in and Hala was already
there. Khalid said, "I bought her as well, Amy. I hope that's okay with
you." I loved it and told him. He also said that Hala's mother had been
purchased by Kareem so our mothers would be together. He immediately agreed
that we could write to them and promised that sometime in the future we'd
all go to visit Kareem.
     We got on a private jet a little while later and flew east. I don't
know what country I'm in now but Khalid seems to be very important here and
has a beautiful house with wonderful gardens, pools, tennis courts, and all
sorts of other things.
     The day after we got settled, Khalid took me into a room on the main
floor of the villa and introduced me to a doctor. The doctor told me that
Khalid wanted me to have my own breasts and explained about the shots and
pills. It's only been a year now and my titties are almost as big as Hala's
and my nipples are bigger.
     Hala and I make love to each other when Khalid is gone or some days
when he's at work.  At night we both make love to him and sleep with
him. He loves us very much and we love him.
     Next week, he's taking us to see our mothers. He doesn't care that we
want to take our maids with us on the trip. He's very good to us.