Under the Black Cowl

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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.