Chapter 9: Travel

The following week, we continued with what had been our normal life for months, until one day Aisha was notified in the office that she had to travel to the USA for an international meeting.

Her manager had planned to attend, but he had fallen ill, and Aisha had to stand in for him at the meeting. When she told Ahmed, he didn’t believe it; he said it was a lie and that, even if it wasn’t, it was impossible and that she wouldn’t be travelling at all.

She explained that she had tried to decline and proposed someone else, but they had insisted that it had to be her.

The next day, to convince himself, he demanded that Aisha call the company in front of him to see if she could refuse the trip. She called, and he was able to convince himself that she could not refuse the trip or risk losing her job.

He was very angry. He didn’t want to lose that income or draw attention to himself, as it would be strange if Aisha refused to make the trip, but on the other hand, he didn’t want to risk her travelling and running away.

Finally, he agreed and said, “I will allow you to travel. Also, since you won’t be able to pass the security check with your chastity belt, I’ll take it off. But I warn you: if you escape, the Slave will have a very bad time. I’m capable of cutting off his balls and then taking him to jail. For extra security, as I assume the company is paying for your travel and accommodation, I’ll keep your credit cards. You will carry only a little cash for contingencies. How long will the trip last?”

She replied, “About two weeks.”

He didn’t like that either, “Two weeks’ holiday without being able to use you! You’re going to have to ‘earn’ that. During the flight, you have to choose a passenger and fuck him. You have to film it and tell me all about it when you get to the USA.”

“That way, you’ll get into the ‘Mile High Club’,” he chuckled.

She tried to refuse, “But how can I? Besides, I might get caught. Besides, what if I am then reported to the Religious Police on my return?”

“Well, that will just make the task more difficult and interesting. You’ll have to choose someone who won’t come back here. That’s your problem. If you don’t obey me, you will both be punished,” he replied, adding, “An important question: what city are you going to?”

When she told him, his face brightened, saying, “But that’s the city where my son is studying at university! He has studied for a degree in biotechnology and is now continuing to do his master’s degree. It offers very interesting possibilities. When you get there, you’ll go to his house and report to him.”

Aisha’s face darkened, realising that she could not be totally out of Ahmed’s reach.

That night, in bed, I insisted on telling Aisha, “Don’t come back; you must run away!”

But she flatly refused, “I can’t leave you in his hands; think what he has threatened you with. And even if he doesn’t carry it out, you would go to jail, or you could even be executed. Besides, I’ll have no money and no contacts where I’m going. How will I be able to escape? It’s hopeless; we’re still in their hands.”

She added, “And on top of that, I have to find a passenger to fuck me. I don’t know how to do it. It’s already humiliating to have to submit to Ahmed and Hassan, but in a way, I’m used to it. But looking for a stranger and ‘prostituting myself’ is almost worse for me. There is a stopover on the trip, so I have two flights and several passengers next to me each time. I will try to find the ‘least bad’ option.”

We were very sad. We hugged each other and fell asleep.

The days until she had to go out were used ‘conscientiously’ by Ahmed and Hassan. They fucked her continuously and in all positions. Moreover, almost every night, one of them appeared in our bed and fucked her while we were together, and I had my face next to hers, watching her being penetrated.

A few days later, she packed her suitcase, Ahmed removed her chastity belt and bra, and she went on a trip.

The next day, we received a video call from Aisha. She was in the hotel room and looked tired to me. She said, “I have arrived. I’m at the hotel. From tomorrow on, the meeting starts.”

Ahmed asked her, “Have you done your ‘homework’ on the plane?”

She replied with a face of displeasure, “Yes, I have.”

Ahmed said, “Well then, first show us the video I told you to record and then tell us about it in detail.”

She connected the mobile phone to the computer and started playing a video that she shared on our screen.

The video was recorded in the aeroplane lavatory. It was focused on the mirror, and Aisha’s face, which was leaning over the sink, was in the foreground, close up against the mirror. Her blouse was open, her bra was off, and large hands were cupping her breasts. Behind her could be seen the torso of a large, clothed man, whose face was not visible. He was fucking her enthusiastically, giving big thrusts that made her bump into the mirror and move her whole body.

She held onto the sink with one hand, and with the other, she held the mobile phone. We could hear the grunts he made from the effort, the ‘slap’, ‘slap’ when his body collided with her buttocks, and the occasional gasp from her.

After a while, he stood still for a few seconds, ejaculated inside her, and then pulled out and said, “You’re a good fuck. Now turn around and clean me with your mouth. I can’t go back to the seat like this.”

She turned around, sat on the toilet bowl, and took his cock in her mouth and licked it until he decided it was clean. Then he opened the door and left. The video ended here.

Ahmed commented, “Good, you have done what I ordered you to do. Now, tell us how it all went from the beginning.”

She recounted: “On the first flight, I had women on both sides; it was daylight and there were children nearby, so I couldn’t try anything.”

She continued, “After the stopover, the second flight was at night and longer. And fortunately, I had a man in each of the seats next to me. The one at the window was a fat guy with a nasty face; the one in the aisle was quite well-built and seemed more approachable, so I decided to give him a try. I started talking to him, trying to be nice and suggestive. He had just come from working on an oil well in a country in that area. I tried to bring up topics that could lead the conversation to sex. I found out that he had been in the desert for two months without seeing a woman. I told him that I had also been months without contact with a man. Also, previously, I had taken off my bra and, as if toying, unbuttoned a few more buttons on my blouse so that he could see more of my cleavage and part of my breasts.

“I told him that it must be a tough job and that he had to be very strong, and I took the opportunity to touch his arms and tell him that I thought he was very strong. When I had the chance, I took his hand and rested it on my thigh, telling him that I liked strong men. I gradually increased the erotic intensity of my interaction with him, talking low in his ear and letting his hand go up under the travel blanket, until at one point I whispered in his ear, ‘We could go to the bathroom and get to the end’. He happily agreed, and we went to the bathroom. There, even though he was already erect, I sat on the toilet bowl and sucked his cock to add lubrication. When I told him I wanted to record it as a ‘souvenir’, he was reluctant, but when I told him his face would not appear, he agreed. And the video has already shown how he fucked me.”

Ahmed replied, laughing, “Slut, you are increasing your skills as a whore to attract clients. And no one saw you?” Aisha stood as if hesitating before answering, “No.” Ahmed realised and said, “What are you hiding from me? Don’t even think about lying to me.” Aisha gave up and went on to tell us, “When we both returned to our seats, the passenger in the window, the nasty guy, wasn’t asleep like he looked. He came up to my ear and said, ‘I saw what you did.’ I tried to pretend and said, ‘What do you mean?’ and he said, ‘You’re a prostitute, and you’re looking for clients on the plane to fuck you’.

“I didn’t know what to say, and, although I firmly denied it, he insisted: ‘I’ll tell the crew so they won’t let you fly again.’ I was desperate, and thinking I still had to go back, I said, ‘Please don’t say anything. I am not a prostitute.’”He said, ‘I don’t believe you, but I’m going to shut up. But in return, you’re going to stick your head under my blanket and suck my cock until I come into your mouth. And since you’re a pro, I expect you to make it last long and swallow my cock whole.’

“I had to resign myself, put my head under his blanket, and give him a blowjob. The guy controlled my head to set the pace and make it last. He kept pushing my head until his cock went down my throat. After a long time, he cummed, and I felt a big load of cum go down my throat. After that, when I sat up in my seat, I saw the passenger in the aisle looking at me with a face that seemed to say, ‘What a slut’. I was finally able to sleep, and the trip ended without further incident.”

Ahmed said, “What a debut! You’ve entered the ‘Mile High Club’ by getting cum shots from two men. Slave, yet another thing you can no longer be the first at. You weren’t the first to fuck her in the ass; you weren’t the first to take it down her throat; you weren’t the first in a threesome; you weren’t the first in a foursome; you weren’t the first in a gang-bang...”

Ahmed continued, mocking, “Although there are some things you are possibly the first at, even in the whole world, the first who, several months after getting married, has not yet fucked his wife, the first who has had twenty-two men fuck his wife after his wedding and before him ... You are also the first on something.”

His words hurt and saddened me deeply. Worst of all, I could see no way out of the situation we were in, with more and more humiliation and abuse being added to it.

Ahmed ended the conference by saying, “Slut, from tomorrow, every day, as soon as you finish your work, you must go to my son’s address, which I will send you. You will sleep there, and from there you will go to work. Remember that I am still monitoring your mobile, and I will know where you are. Tomorrow, when you arrive at his door, you must initiate a video call before knocking on the door.”

The next day, late at night due to the time zone difference, we received a video call from Aisha.

She was standing outside the door of a flat. When she knocked, a young man with Ahmed-like features opened the door and asked, “What can I do for you?

Aisha showed him the mobile phone and replied, “Your father is on the phone and wants to talk to you.”

He looked up in surprise, saw Ahmed’s face on the mobile screen, and went inside, followed by Aisha.

After closing the door, Ahmed said, “Hello, son, good to see you. I hope you’re well.”

He replied, “Hello, father, what a surprise! Who is this woman?”

Ahmed then explained, “Abdul, as it is going to be your birthday soon, I wanted to offer you a special gift. The gift is this woman. She is my slave, and as long as she is with you, she will do whatever you command her to do. She is at your disposal, and you can fuck her and use her as you wish. You can call her Slut.”

He looked between surprised and incredulous, “Father, I know you get a lot of things done and are involved in very ‘particular’ activities, but this...”

Ahmed said, “I’ll show you. Slut, get naked!”

Aisha obeyed, took off the formal clothes she was wearing from the meeting, and stood totally naked before Abdul.

Ahmed continued, “Now, Abdul, make yourself comfortable on the couch.”

When Abdul did, Ahmed said to Aisha, “Kneel in front of him and give him a blow job while I give him details. When I tell you, you can make him cum.”

To Abdul’s stunned gaze, Aisha knelt down, took his cock in his hand, and began to carefully lick it all the way down its length. After doing this several times, she took it into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, going up and down the entire length of his cock, from having just the tip between her lips to having her lips glued to his pubic hair and the tip of his cock in her throat.

Abdul could hardly listen to the explanations of his father, who said to him, “This woman has been my slave for more than 8 months. During that time, she has obeyed me in everything. Your uncle and I have fucked her daily and shared her with other friends. Over 20 different guys have fucked her in all her holes, including her asshole. In that time, she has been fucked over a thousand times, so don’t worry. You can use her however you want and fuck her wherever and however you want.”

The son replied, “But is she some kind of prostitute?”

Ahmed explained, “That’s the best thing. Until I caught her, she was a normal woman and probably has had a boyfriend or two and had fucked a few times. In fact, she’s married and has a job at a company. She’s there on a business trip, so every day she’ll go to her office in that city, and then she’ll come back to your house. While she is not working, she will sleep and be in your house and at your complete disposal.”

Abdul replied, “But you said she is married; what about her husband? Isn’t there a problem with him?”

Ahmed laughed, “No, not at all. He is also my slave and has to obey me in everything. I have a chastity belt on him, and he has to ask my permission even to fuck his wife, something I have not granted him so far. I’ve only let her give him a blowjob.”

He went on to explain, “As I have told you, you can use her as you wish, but not share her with anyone or draw attention to her. You know the customs that prevail in our country. Sex outside of marriage is forbidden. If anyone finds out, we could be in trouble.”

Abdul replied haltingly, “I don’t think I’m going to take it anymore.”

And Ahmed said, “Then enjoy your first time cumming in her mouth. Slut, you can make him cum now. Let him do it in your mouth, so you can taste for the first time the semen of your new ‘Master Abdul’, whom, from now on, you will have to call him by that name. When he finishes ejaculating, show him your mouth full of his cum before swallowing it all. And Slut, from now on, you will sleep with him and wake him up with a blowjob, like you do to us every morning. And I hope he’ll be totally satisfied, and you’ll obey him in the slightest desire. I’d hate to have to punish you, or the Slave...”

Ahmed continued, “Slut, my son has cum too soon and hasn’t been able to enjoy any of your other holes, so I want you to offer every part of your body to him in the most tempting way you can think of, to get him erect again. When he’s ready, you must get down on your knees and beg him to fuck you in the hole he prefers. You’d better do it to my complete satisfaction, or else...”

Aisha, under pressure, staying on her knees, began to tease and arouse Abdul, “Master Abdul, here’s your slave to give you all the pleasure you desire...”

Grabbing her breasts, she said, “Look at my breasts; they are at your disposal to be fondled or spanked.”

She sat on his lap and, taking his hands, brought them to her breasts and squeezed them, “Enjoy their softness; they are yours.”

After guiding his hands for a while to rub her breasts, she sat up slightly and placed her breasts on his face, “You can lick or bite my nipples; they get hard at the thought of your cock inside me.”

As he nibbled on her nipples, she brought his hands to her buttocks and began to rub her sex over his cock, which was slowly becoming erect again.

It went on like that for a while until she moved to kneel in front of him, showing him her ass suggestively, saying, “I can’t wait for my new master to take me, to feel his cock penetrate me. Fuck me in the hole of your choice!”

He knelt behind her, saying, “I’ve never fucked a woman in the ass, so I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

He spread her buttocks apart and pushed the tip of his erect cock into her anus. He kept thrusting and thrusting until he had his whole cock inside her. Then he began to thrust in and out with increasing speed, never quite getting it all the way out, and thrusting deeply each time, ramming into her buttocks and making all of her jiggle with the impact.

He commented, “This is great! Her buttocks are soft and fluffy, her ass squeezes my cock, and she’s going to squeeze all the juice out of my balls. I think I’m going to stick my cock in her ass every day.”

Despite it being the second time and the short time that had elapsed, he came quickly.

The video conference was over. Disconnecting, Ahmed said, “This son of mine has a lot to learn, but I have high expectations of him. Since his mother died, he has been in my care and is one of the reasons I need to earn extra income...”

“In addition to my vices, of course, to be able to retire as soon as possible and to live in luxury,” he added, smiling.

The first day I was in the office, I called Aisha to see how she was and to be able to talk to her calmly without Ahmed or Hassan present.

I was happy to see her face, which looked tired. I asked her, “How are you? You look tired. I miss you so much.”

She replied, “I miss you too. The truth is that I’m very tired. On the one hand, there is jet lag plus the work meetings, which are very intense. And on top of that, when I finish, tired, instead of being able to go to the hotel to rest, I have to go to Ahmed’s son’s house to get fucked. The son is very horny and is constantly groping and fucking me, so I’m exhausted.”

I said, “I’m so sorry, you’re not going to try to escape?Haven’t you seen any chance?”

And she replied, “I don’t see how I could, and besides, I couldn’t do that to you. I love you too much, and I don’t even want to think of Ahmed’s reprisals on you.”

We went on talking for a while on other, more pleasant, subjects, trying to get our minds off the situation we were in.

Throughout his trip, we repeated these calls whenever I was in the office and could talk without Ahmed or Hassan present.

After two days, Ahmed received another video call from his son.

Abdul could be seen sitting, and Aisha was on her knees in front of him, sucking him off.

Abdul said, “Father, the Slut is great! I’m calling because I want to ask you something. I know you said I couldn’t share her, but I have a problem. I have a subject called Anatomy 2, which studies human-machine interaction at the level of electrodes, implants, the nervous system, etc. The teacher is a bastard, and he’s got a big grudge against me. He is a ‘dirty old man’ who is always undressing his female students with his eyes, and if he can, he gropes them. I thought that if I offer him to fuck the Slut, maybe he would pass me.”

Ahmed, hesitating for a few seconds before replying, “Well, I guess that won’t be a problem. I don’t think he has such an active sexual life that there’s any risk of spreading anything, and he won’t be interested in advertising something like that either.”

Abdul replied, “Thank you, father. I will let you know the result.”

After some days, she called again and said that she had already been with the teacher. He went with Aisha, dressed provocatively, and had been making advances during the conversation with the professor until they had spoken clearly. Then he made her undress in front of the teacher and offered to fuck her.

The professor made her lean her body on his desk and then fucked her until he cummed. When he finished, he told Abdul that it was good, but he wanted to have a full session with her. In return, not only would he pass the subject, but he would also get the highest mark.

Ahmed agreed, but on the condition that Abdul was present and that during the ‘session’ they opened a video conference to monitor what the teacher was doing.

The next day, which was Sunday, we received the call. On the screen, we saw a bedroom where Aisha was naked with Abdul. Our microphone was muted, but we could hear and see everything that was going on in that room.

He went out and, after a few seconds, returned with an older man, tall and thin, bald, and with a bit of white hair. He had a ‘predatory’ look with cruel eyes and thin lips. He was dressed and was carrying a large bag, which he put down on the floor.

He said to Abdul, “You are going to get a private lesson on the anatomy of the female body. You will see that women have a very high resistance to pain as their bodies are prepared to give birth. And at the same time, they have a lot of sensitive points for arousal and pain. This offers infinite possibilities, and I will show you some of them in this slut’s body.”

Hearing this, I shuddered and asked Ahmed, “Please don’t let him hurt her. I’m scared of that man.”

He replied, “Don’t worry. We have the video conference to keep an eye on if things ‘get out of hand’.”

I could see that Aisha was also beginning to worry about his words.

The professor continued, “Let’s start by tying her up,” and took out of the bag an 80-cm bar, which had a leather handcuff at each end and two in the middle.

He held Aisha’s hands behind her back in the two middle cuffs.

He then took out of the bag a gag that had a huge, long, very thick, flexible rubber cock and a series of straps to tie behind the head.

He walked over to Aisha, pulled her hair back until her head was looking up at the ceiling, and put the end of the gag to her lips, saying, “We don’t want to be distracted by your screams and moans. Besides, with this cock shoved all the way down her throat, she’ll feel very subdued. It will fill her mouth completely and go all the way down her throat, leaving her barely breathless. She depends on us even to breathe. And also, the lack of oxygen will increase her sensations”.

He was shoving a huge gag in her mouth. Her lips were distended around it, and I could even see it going down her throat. When he had finished shoving it all the way in, he tied the straps behind her head.

She was breathing heavily.

Then the teacher said, “The gag blocks her throat, and she can only breathe through this hole in the centre of the gag, not through her nose. And see what happens if we twist this ring around the hole ... We can reduce the flow until it’s completely cut off...”

Aisha began to moan and writhe as she felt the lack of oxygen.

The professor waited a few seconds. Abdul began to fidget nervously and looked like he was about to intervene. Finally, the professor turned the valve back on, and Aisha breathed again, gasping noisily.

The professor said, “Don’t worry, I know the human body perfectly well. I know how far it can resist. Everything I do can be very painful or unbearable, but it will never be fatal or cause injury.”

He then carried Aisha to the bed and laid her on her back. He then bent her legs and began to pull until he could tie her ankles to the handcuffs on the ends of the bar that already held her wrists.

The position forced Aisha to form an arc with her body, with her arms tensed underneath and fastened to the bar in the middle, and her legs spread and fastened to the ends.

He showed Abdul, while caressing the areas he was mentioning, “You see, this way we have his whole body at our disposal. We can access her breasts, her nipples, her clitoris, her labia, her anus, her inner thighs, and her belly ... All delicate and sensitive areas. Besides, the very position of the body, curved and with arms and legs in tension, is already torture. Moreover, in this case, this whore is ringed, which will add many possibilities. Well, let’s get started.”

Saying, “Let’s take advantage of her rings,” he pulled three very thin cords from the bag and tied them to her nipple and clitoral rings. He passed the cords over the ceiling lights above the bed and dropped the other ends back down to the bed.

He pulled one of the cords that was attached to a nipple, forcing Aisha to arch her back even more, and tied a weight to the end, resting it on the bed.

As Aisha relaxed and her back lowered, the cord pulled the weight up, leaving the rope taut and stretching the nipple.

She repeated the task on the other two cords.

If Aisha arched and lifted her back, the ropes rested on the bed, but it was a strenuous position, and she couldn’t hold it for long. As soon as she lowered a little, the weights pulled on the cords and stretched the rings on her nipples and clitoris.

After a while of watching Aisha’s dilemma of struggling between two pains, the professor added an extra weight to each cord.

He repeated the process several times until her breasts had acquired a conical shape, her nipples were stretched tightly, and her clitoris was stretched as well.

I suffered as Aisha struggled, breathing laboriously through the gag, which not only had to bother her as it filled her throat but also prevented her from breathing properly.

Abdul asked the teacher, “Isn’t there a risk of tearing the nipples with the weights pulling on the rings?”

And he replied, “No, it is painful, but the flesh is strong. Also, look, the cords are very taut, like a guitar string, and if I touch them like this ... the vibration is transmitted to her body.”

When he touched the strings, I saw them vibrate, and Aisha let out a stifled moan.

I pleaded with Ahmed, “Please stop him; that man is a sadist”.

But he replied, “It’s true that he is quite sadistic, and he knows the human body very well. We could use him on our team for some interrogations ... But you have seen that, though cruel and painful, he is in control so as not to cause permanent damage. For the time being, I’ll let him go on.”

Fortunately, the professor untied the cords, and Aisha was able to relax, although she was still in a strenuous position.

He then took out a vibrator from the bag and a box with several wires coming out of it, some of them ending in clamps.

She plugged the box into a socket and connected three wires with clamps to the rings on Aisha’s nipples and clitoris.

He then lubricated the vibrator and pushed it fully into her exposed vagina.

Finally, she attached a wire to the vibrator.

With everything ready, he proceeded to explain to Abdul, “Now you’ll see what can be achieved with electricity, playing with pleasure and pain until they merge.

“Look, playing with this little wheel in the box, the vibrator starts to vibrate in her cunt and turns her on. At the same time, the wires transmit a slight current that excites her nipples and clitoris ... See how they get hard ... We can leave it at this level, and she will stay aroused, but she won’t reach orgasm ... We can increase it, like this, and she will come closer to orgasm, and she will come if we keep it up long enough ... See how she’s getting excited and moving, getting closer and closer ... She’s trying to breathe faster, though the rubber cock in her throat is preventing her ... But let’s cut it off.

“We also have this wheel, which emits a discharge that is not intended to be stimulating but painful; see what happens if I turn it ... Look how he writhes and gasps, and yet we’ve only turned it a little ... If we turn it more, it becomes more and more painful ... Look how she arches and tries to scream ... I’m going to stop now.

“As you can see, we can bring her to the brink of orgasm and then simply interrupt it when she’s on the verge and let her ‘cool down’, or cut it off abruptly by applying a painful shock. You can try.”

For a long time, the two of them stimulated Aisha to the brink of orgasm several times, only to interrupt the stimulation on some occasions and on others, in addition to the interruption, to shock her.

Aisha looked exhausted and totally aroused. Her vagina was oozing fluids, her breasts were swollen and pink, and her nipples were hard. She was panting laboriously through the gag.

Finally, the teacher said, “This time we’re going to bring her to orgasm, but with a little ‘add on’.”

Again, she was brought to orgasm, and, as she began to shudder and cum hard, the professor applied a shock that made her shake her whole body and moan wildly.

The teacher switched off the machine and explained to Abdul, “If we mix pleasure with pain, the orgasm will be much more intense; moreover, by repeating it, we could get this whore to associate pleasure and pain, and maybe even reach orgasm from pain alone. But now, let’s try other, more satisfactory options for me.”

He approached Aisha, who was totally exhausted and limp, and pulled out her gag. She barely had time to say, “Please, no more, please, please, please,” before he put a ring-gag on her.

Then he repositioned her so that her head hung at the foot of the bed.

He went to the bag, put on some latex gloves, and took out a small bottle with a red liquid in it. He walked over to Aisha, unbuttoned his trousers, pulled out his cock, and placed it in her mouth.

He explained to Abdul, “This liquid is a mixture I have made by macerating very hot chilli peppers in alcohol. It stings like hell, hence the gloves. I’m going to pour some into the gloves, and while I’m putting my cock in her mouth, I’m going to massage her breasts with the liquid. You’ll see how she’ll get ‘perky’.”