PERSIAN BITCH FOR AN ARAB MASTER

It was a quite day at McDonalds. Farah was enjoying her

salad meal. She didn’t eat fatty stuff as she wanted to

remain slim and fit.

She was eating McDonalds somewhere in Texas, where she

lived and worked.

Farah was 28; slim, had nice olive complexion, long black

hair, hazel coloured brown eyes, very fit, very sexy,

very good looking and was very proud of her Persian

heritage.

As she sat and ate by herself on one table, she saw two

other tables not far from her. One had two white Anglo

American kids in their teenage years eating and making

jokes. Another had an Arab guy eating his Big Mac. He

was fat.

On the table where the two white boys were sat down eating

and drinking, Farah could hear what they were talking about.

One boy had medium blond hair and the other had brown hair.

Both were skinny geeky types.

Farah listened to a joke they were making. It was about

Arabs. As the two kids laughed, she also started laughing.

As she continued laughing, she then noticed that the two

boys started looking at her direction.

“Sorry about that. You know we are just making a joke,”

the Blond kid smiled.

“Oh no. I don’t care about that. I thought it was funny.

That’s all,” Farah smiled at the Blond kid.

“Wow so you are cool about our jokes. I am surprised,”

the kid with the brown hair said.

“Surprised? Why?” Farah asked.

“Well because you are the first Arab lady we know who

doesn’t care about what jokes we make about Arabs,”

the kid with the brown hair smiled.

“I am no Arab,” Farah started getting annoyed and

scowled at them.

Persians resented being mistaken for Arabs by Westerners.

“So you’re Hispanic?” the Blond kid smiled at her.

“I am not Hispanic either,” Farah gave him angry look too.

Persians hated being mistaken for Hispanics either.

“So what are you then?” the Blond kid tried being polite

but was worried that the look Farah gave him was as if

she was going to eat his brains out.

“I’m Persian,” Farah shot him a strong look.

“So you’re Persian?” the brown haired kid tried

getting it straight.

“That is what I said,” Farah still upset about their

comments about her.

“Sorry lady. We just thought that Persians were Arabs.

That’s all,” the Blond kid stopped smiling and trying

to hint that they meant no harm or offence.

“Persians are not Arabs. We are a great ancient

civilization. We build things. We gave the world maths,

science, architecture, arts etc etc. Arabs are disgusting

creatures. They look ugly. They are fat. They eat

crocodile meat. They are lucky that they got oil because

without oil they are nothing,” Farah letting all her

frustration out.

To some extent Farah was correct. While she, like many

Persian American women, were not religious and often

dressed up in sexy attires and lived the Western dream,

many Arab women wore headscarves and allowed their

religion and men to rule over them, even while living

in the West.

The fat Arab guy who sat not far from Farah got up from

his seat and walked towards where Farah was sat. He

stood by her table.

“I find your comments very insulting. It is your country

Iran that supports global terrorism,” the fat guy shot

her a strong look.

“All the suicide bombers are filthy disgusting Arab

creatures,” Farah screamed at him.

“I think we better get out of here,” the Blond kid

told the other kid.

“Good idea,” the brown haired kids responded.

Both Anglo kids got up their seats and walked away.

“Look what you said is incorrect. We Arabs have

contributed to maths and science,” the fat Arab guy said.

The fat Arab guy had thinning black hair; strong black

eyes, very fat, strong Semitic features and same height

as Farah.

“You people have contributed nothing,” Farah smirking.

As Farah smirked, she noticed that the fat Arab guy was

eyeing her up-and-down.

“Listen how much you charge?” the fat Arab guy started

smiling.

“Charge?” Farah was astonished at the question. She

got the idea that he was hinting that she was some kind

of prostitute for hire, as she had been dressed very

sexy and did not wear a burka.

Farah shook her head, thinking that all Arabs men

were disgusting savages who paid women for sex.

“So where are you from?” Farah asked.

“I am from Dubai,” the Arab guy nodded and still

continued smiling.

“And what is your name?” Farah asked him.

“I am Sayed,” the fat Arab guy smiled.

Farah got up from her seat and picked up her bag.

“Well Sayed. Fuck off. I don’t date Arabs. Arabs

are beneath us Persians,” Farah told him off.

As Farah was about to walk off,  Sayed grabbed her

right arm. Farah turned around and saw how angry

he looked.

“Hey let go of me,” Farah shouted.

“You are one stupid bitch you know that. I am trying

to be nice to you. I just want to be your friend,”

Sayed was looking angry.

As Sayed tried to kiss her, she kicked him on the balls.

He let go of her and fell to the floor.

As Farah tried walking away, she screamed at him,

“Stay away from me you dirty Arab.”

She knew that Sayed wanted to have sex with her

because she was attractive.

Farah walked out of the McDonalds restaurant.

As Sayed was still inside the McDonalds restaurant,

trying to get up, he was contemplating revenge.

“You will pay for this you Persian bitch,” Sayed

mumbling to himself.

ONE MONTH LATER

It was Thursday evening. Farah just got back from

work and she saw a package by her doorstep. Farah

worked as a gym instructor. She picked up the package,

took out her house key and got inside her house.

She lived all by herself but had seen guys regularly

and never stayed with any one of them for long as

she cherished her freedom.

Farah took a shower and changed into something

more comfortable.

She wore a hot pants and a small leather jacket, revealing

her black bra. Underneath her hot pants was her black panty.

Farah was sat by her dining table and opened up her package.

It was a couple of CDs. Relaxing yoga type CDs. Three CDs.

She didn’t know how it came from but thought that it was

probably from some of her girlfriends who were into this

kind of spiritual NEW Age yoga thing.

Farah walked towards her lounge, turned her laptop on,

put in a CD and listened to what she perceived as

relaxing music.  As the music played some harmonious beat,

she sat down, rested her back against the sofa seat and

closed her eyes,

This is the life, she thought. She was going to call her

friends later. To ask who of them sent it to her. But for

now, she just wanted to sit down and relax.

After sitting down for ten minutes, her mind was

allowing itself to be free and going into some deep flow.

Her subconscious part listened to every single word.

Including the ones that were going to start brainwashing

her.

“Your mind is being emptied for re-programming. As you

have continued listening to the words of this CD, you

would enter a new phase. Your mind will enter a new phase.

That of obedience. Your mind is bringing back the memory

of the Arab guy that you fought with at McDonalds. The

one named Sayed. Your heart feels guilty for having been

rude to him and now you know that you are to make up for

your behaviour towards him as he is innocent and you

attacked him,” the CD continued brainwashing her.

The CD gave her three instructions:

-        to remember what Sayed’s cell phone number was

-        to tell him to come over to her place

-        to tell him that she is to be his obedient slave

        for as long as she lives

The CD continued brainwashing her subconscious part.

“At the count of ten you shall wake up. Once you wake up,

your new programming shall take effect. Ten. Nine. Eight.

Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One,” the CD finished

counting. The CD stopped.

Farah woke up. She looked all around her. She now knew

what she must do. She has to call Sayed, apologise to him

and also to giver herself to him. As his slave. A part of

her hated it but she had to make up for the way she acted

towards him and only slavery to him would compensate for it.

Farah walked towards her bag and picked up her cell phone.

She called Sayed’s number. She waited for a while until

he picked up.

“Hello who is this?” Sayed asked from the other side.

“Hello. Sayed. It’s me. Farah,” Farah said.

She sighed as she talked to him.

“Farah. Who are you?” Sayed asked in an angry tone.

“I was the woman who was rude to you about a month ago.

In McDonalds. I just wanted to say I’m sorry for the way

I acted. I want to make up for it,” Farah sounding guilty

but also just as scared for having to call him like this

for no logical reason.

“Oh right. You were the Persian woman who called me a dirty

Arab. Now I remember you,” Sayed sounding all bold as if

his feelings were hurt.

“Yes. Listen I want to make up for what I said and how rude

I was to you. Listen. Do you want me to come to your place?”

Farah asked.

“No Farah. I will come to yours. Tell me where you live,”

Sayed suggested.

Farah told Sayd where she lived.

“Ok. I’ll see you there at say nine. Once I am there we

can discuss how you can atone for what you did. Bye,”

Sayed hung up rudely and on purpose too.

Sayed smiled.

Everything worked according to plan. He didn’t need to ask

her where she lived. Just a couple of briberies and the

people at her working place told him all her details.

As he often ate at McDonalds, he always saw her there

(long before he tried hitting on her and she never paid

attention to him or someone like him). At one point when

she was sat all by herself, he was sitting in an opposite

KFC and the spy he hired sat next to him. He gave the spy

the binoculars and pointed to him who his target was.

It was from that onwards, that the spy followed Farah and

learned where she worked. It took nearly a whole month but

it paid off. Sayed had time and money at his disposal

(he was wealthy).

Sayed hired someone to create for him a Mind Control CD and

had it all wrapped up and sent to her place.

It was finally paying off. And Sayed was contemplating the

fun he was going to have with his new “Persian slave” or

“Persian bitch”.

   ***********

It was nine o’ clock in the evening and there was a knock

on Farah’s front door. She walked towards it and opened

the door.

Sayed stood outside her doorstep. She noticed that he was

carrying a suitcase.

“Come in,” Farah letting him through.

Sayed walked past her.

Farah closed the front door.

“Would you like a seat,” Farah leading him towards the

lounge.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Sayed walked towards the sofa and

sat down.

As he sat down, she could smell him. He didn’t bathe

that day but then again as far as Persian stereotypes

were concerned, they never did.

“Would you like a drink?” Farah behaving politely.

“Coffee,” Sayed started becoming bossy.

Farah walked towards the kitchen and made Sayed a cup

of coffee. She went back towards the lounge and placed

on the table in front of the sofa.

Sayed picked up the cup and started sipping on it.

“I called you here to say that I am sorry for the way I

treated you at McDonalds. I am really sorry and now I have

to make up for it,” Farah admitting even if she did not

want to.

Sayed put down his cup of coffee.

“So you want to make up for it? How do you plan to make

up for it?” Sayed getting excited but trying not to smile….

yet.

“Sayed I’ll do anything you want,” Farah gulped.

“What? You’ll do anything I want,” Sayed said.

The mind programming was taking an effect on her brain

cell. She was giving herself away and putting herself

down for….slavery.

“Sayed what I did was wrong. I’m offering myself to you.

My life is yours. I am giving myself to you. As your

personal slave,” Farah sighed.

Sayed smiled. His crotch was getting stiff.

“So you are surrendering yourself to me. Offering

yourself to me…as my slave,” Sayed started smiling.

“For as long as you want. My life is yours. I will do

anything you want. Anything. I am giving myself to you

as your slave,” Farah automatically saying things that

she would not want to say but knew that she had to say

for no good reason.

“I will do anything to make you happy,” Farah sighed.

“This is good to be true,” Sayed smiled.

He eyed Farah up-and-down.

“Ok. Now these are the rules. From now on you must

call me Sahib. Do you understand,” Sayed becoming

drunk with his power over her.

“Yes…Sahib,” Farah responded meekly.

“Sahib” was Arabic for “Master”.

“Good,” Sayed starting to smile wickedly.

“And I will always refer to you as …slave. Now come

here and kneel before me,” Sayed pointing to the spot

in front of him.

“Yes Sahib,” Farah meekly responded.

She walked towards the spot in front of him and knelt

before him. 

As she knelt before him, Sayed started laughing.

“I finally get my revenge,” Sayed laughed….cruelly.

A part of Farah feared that he was going to do nasty

things to her and make her do humiliating and degrading

things.

“You know what you are. You are a Persian bitch. Say it,”

Sayed shouted.

“I am a Persian bitch,” Farah meekly said.

Sayed laughed.

“Say it again..slave,” Sayed intent on humiliating her.

“I am a Persian bitch,” Farah meekly responded for the

second time.

Sayed made her say it…..for about 20 times.

Farah started looking and feeling low.

As Farah still knelt before him, he pulled down his

zipper and strokes his cock out.

“I want you to give me a good blowjob. Got that slave,”

Sayed cruelly grabbing her by her long black hair.

“Got it….Sahib,” Farah looking scared.

She saw his cock. It was a large cock. She opened her

mouth and started sucking his cock. She could smell his

cock and it stunk like the rest of his body.

She was sucking him and stroking the side of his cock,

so as to get him to ejaculate inside her mouth.

“Wow slave. You give a good blowjob,” Sayed putting a

hand on her head, as if keeping her in her place

Farah continued sucking his cock until he started ejaculating

lots of his Arab sperm into her mouth.  She knew she was

drinking and taking in Arab sperm. The thought of what she

was doing disgusted her but she was a slave. She had no

rights now and had to do this really demeaning act.

She hoped no one she knew saw her doing something like this.

Farah sucked his cock for nearly an hour until Sayed told

her to stop.

She looked at him with Arab sperm stain all over her

proud Persian jaw.

“You look better this way. To have my more superior Arab

sperm all over that arrogant Persian face of yours,”

Sayed mocking her.

Farah looked at him with not just a sense of self-defeat but

also giving him the look that he was succeeding in having

humiliated her,

“Slave your name is Farah right?” Sayed asked.

“Yes Sahib,” Farah meekly looked up to him.

“From now your name is Who-Ra. Got it,” Sayed making fun

of her name.

“Got it Sahib,” Farah responded.

Sayed picked up his coffee, quickly finished his drink and

handed it to Farah.

“Put this away and then come back here,” Sayed pointing to

the spot where she was kneeling.

Farah got up and walked away with the cup.

Farah returned to the same spot where she knelt earlier.

Her “master” was now standing up.

“Who-Ra I want you to take off your clothes. All of it,”

Sayed smiling towards her, as his cock got more stiffened.

“Yes Sahib,” Farah responded very fearfully. This was the

moment she dreaded.

Farah got off her slippers and tucked them to the side. 

She then stripped off her small leather jacket and also

tossed it aside.

“Yes Who Ra. Take it all off,” Sayed smiling wickedly

and having a horny look on his fat Arab face.

Farah unzipped her hot pants and tossed it aside. 

Farah was only left to her black bar and black panty.

She looked hot and sexy in it.

Sayed licked his fat lips like some kind of wolf.

Farah then took off her black bar and tossed it aside. 

Sayed could see that she had large pale breasts. Farah

then pulled down her black panty and tossed it aside.

She was revealing her black pubic hair to her Arab

master.

“Excellent,” Sayed licking his lips.

Farah gulped. There was no way out of this one. She

gave herself away to him as a slave and now has to pay

the price for it.

On top of the wooden table, there were stacks of magazines.

With one swoosh from his fat left arm, Sayed pushed all

of them towards the carpeted lounge floor.

“You have a nice body Who Ra. Real nice body,” Sayed

walking all around her.

As Sayed kept on waling, he patted her ass very strongly

with one hand and groped one of her breasts with the

other. Farah moaned. Sayed laughed.

“Now I want you to go to this table. Climb on it and

position yourself like a dog,” Sayed pointed to the

wooden table.

“Yes Sahib,” Farah responded.

Farah walked towards the table. As the table was not

so high, she easily climbed on top of it and positioned 

herself to be on all fours. The ends of her feet were

to the side of the table.

Sayed was eyeing her ass. He walked behind her. He

unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He put his

hands on her ass, groping it really hard.

“Now this is what I want you to do. While I fuck your

Persian ass, I want you to put those nice Persian fingers

into your smelly pussy and finger yourself, like the whore

you are. Got it,” Sayed commanding.

“Yes Sahib,” Farah obeying and sealing her fate.

Sayed thrust his fat smelly cock into her ass. Farah

squirmed in pain. Not only was his cock huge but it was

also jamming her tiny asshole.

Farah positioned her body a bit upwards and started using

some fingers from both her hands and she started fingering

her pussy. She was playing with her clitoris. She further

moaned as playing with her sexual organ was getting her

excited, as much as her ass getting fucked from behind.

Sayed then grabbed one of her hands and helped her continue

to finger herself.

Farah screamed louder and louder.

“That’s it Who Ra. You know you are a whore. That is what

you are. Say it,” Sayed hammering her ass and helping her

to fuck herself.

“I….I  am a whore Sahib. That is what I am,” Farah saying

it as she cummed to her own fingers.

Sayed laughed with sexual excitement.

“Now while you continue to finger your smelly Persian pussy,

I am going to play with those nice boobs of yours,” Sayed

letting go off her hand and started groping both her boobs,

squeezing them both very hard.

Farah started screaming much louder. Her nearest neighbour

was actually a mile away and so no one would hear her scream

at all. Sayed was hurting her boobs. His groping was hurting

her and her boobs felt like they were burning.

Sayed was enjoying himself. He was fucking her ass and hurting

her boobs.

With one strong pull, he squeezed her boobs and pulled her

upper body backwards while still ramming her ass, flooding it

with lots and lots of Arab sperm (from Dubai).

Both Farah and Sayed screamed loudly and extremely sexually

at the same time. As Farah was being pulled by her boobs,

she closed her eyes and tears flowed down her brown eyes,

from both fear and pain.

Sayed finally pulled his cock out of her ass. He saw his

sperm flooding her Persian asshole. He grinned. He pushed

her upper body down, so as to make her go on all fours on

top of the table. He walked towards her face and he was

stroking his cock towards her face. Some of his sperm

squirted on her face. Sayed laughed.

“Look what you made me do. I want you to clean my dick with

your mouth. Understand that Who Ra,” Sayed shouted at her.

He yanked her long black hair really hard.

Farah nodded.

“Yes Sahib. I will do as you command,” Farah nodding

like some kind of Indian Kowloon boy.

She was starting to get more and more scared of him.

Not only was he cruelly fucking her and humiliating her

but his shouting was also getting to her.

Farah opened her mouth.

Sayed quickly thrust his cock inside her jaw.

His cock was hurting her jaw and making it ache.

Farah started sucking his cock, so as to clean the

sperm stain all over it.

“Now that feels nice. To have a rude mouth like yours

working this way,” Sayed looking down on her.

As she was giving him oral sex, she continued to

finger herself.

Sayed enjoyed his cock being taken care of.

After 20 minutes,  Sayed hit her on the head.

“Ok Who Ra you can stop now,” Sayed said.

Farah opened her mouth and he pulled his large cock

out of her jaw.

“Stop playing with yourself and lie down on your sofa,”

Sayed ordered her.

“Yes…Sahib,” Farah slowly stopped fingering herself.

She got off the table and walked to the sofa. She

laid her back on it.

Sayed could see her cum oozing out of her pussy and

her black pubic hair now looked sticky and stained.

“Clean your fingers with your mouth,” Sayed ordered.

Farah started sucking on her cum-stained fingers.

Sayed enjoyed the sight of her like this. He just

laughed and laughed.

“You Persian women really are whores. You let any man

fuck you and you drink your own cum in front of them.

What such disgusting creatures you are,” Sayed laughing

at her.

Sayed took off his clothes until he was also

completely naked.

Farah could see how fat he was. his body disgusted her.

But she still had to fuck and service him.

As Farah continued sucking her own fingers, Sayed then

gave her a scowling look.

“I think your fingers are clean already. You can stop

cleaning your fingers Who Ra,” Sayed sneered.

“Farah stopped sucking her fingers and pulled them out

of her mouth.

“Now let’s go to the kitchen,” Sayed suggested.

Farah got up from the sofa, saying, “As you say Sahib.”

As Farah lived in a two-storey house, the kitchen was

in the same floor as the lounge.

Farah walked towards where the kitchen was. Sayed

followed her from behind, looking at her moving ass.

Farah’s kitchen was very large. It had a stove. It had

cabinets. It had an oven. It was also very clean. As

white as snow.

Sayed led her by the hand towards one of the kitchen

counters and helped her sit up. She was revealing her

stained black pubic hair to him.

Sated thrust his cock into her pussy while squeezing her

boobs.

Farah started screaming again, like she did before. His

cock was hurting her pussy really bad. It also smelled

really terrible too.

Sayed also started screaming.

“I always wanted to fuck a Persian woman inside her own

kitchen. Especially when it is so nice and clean,” Sayed

sneering at her.

As Sayed continued hammering her pussy, he then started

going down on her right nipple and started sucking on it

really really hard.

Farah shook her head frantically. She had never felt so

much pain.

As his mouth was sucking very hard on her right nipple,

his right hand’s fingers were twisting and pulling at her

left nipple.

Farah felt his Arab saliva touching her soft Persian nipple.

She begged for all of this to be over.

Sayed stopped sucking on her right nipple and also stopped

twisting and pulling on her left one.

Sayed started sucking now on her left nipple and twisting

and pulling on her right one while at the same time

hammering her pussy without mercy.

Sayed was having his way with her.

Sayed enjoyed touching her flesh and abusing it this way.

To him this was what he always wanted to do to Persian

girls. Especially ones who hurt his Arab feelings.

Sayed stopped sucking on her left nipple and now started

twisting and pulling on it, like he was doing her right

one.

With one cruel pull, Farah screamed really really loud.

Her scream was music to his ears.

“Now I want you to raise your legs high up in the air,”

Sayed letting go off her nipples and started grabbing

her thighs.

Farah started raising her legs as high on the air as she

can, making it out as if she was spreading her legs

upwards.

Sayed was using her thighs as if they were reins while

at the same time continuing to fuck her pussy.

Sayed was starting to fuck her pussy a lot harder now.

He continued to put more sperm into her pussy. His sperm

were flooding her frontal sexual body organ, even touching

the inner side that was near her anus.

After an hour, Sayed pulled his cock out of her and let

go of her thighs.

Sayed could see his sperm stain on her pubic hair.

This time there was more sperm stain (on her pussy)

than even the ones he left on her anus.

“Who Ra you are full of Arab sperm,” Sayed breaking out

into his chuckle.

“Yes Sahib,” Farah acknowledging her inferiority.

Sayed looked at his own dick. His dick hole was still

steaming with Dubai sperm.

“Who Ra get down here on your knees and clean me off,”

Sayed pointing to the spot in front of him.

“Yes Sahib,” Farah bowed.

She got off the counter, walked to him and knelt before

him. She opened her mouth, grabbed his cock and out

into her mouth, slowly lapping her tongue and using her

jaw muscles to clean off his own sperm stain.

“You really are good at giving a head,” Sayed

complimenting her blowjob skills.

Farah just sucked and sucked and sucked, like as if

some mentally trained soldier.

After cleaning his cock for fifteen minutes, he hit

her on the head.

“Ok you can stop now. I think I want to go to your

bedroom,” Sayed looking down on her.

“As you wish Sahib,” Farah meekly responding.

Farah got up from her knees. She led him out of her kitchen.

She then led him down the corridor. She then walked up

the stairs. Sayed followed her.

As Farah walked up the stairs, Sayed saw his sperm

dripping out from her asshole, towards the steps.

Sayed licked his lips, as he enjoyed what he was seeing.

“I can see my sperm dripping out of your ass,”

Sayed commented.

Farah felt his smelling hot sperm inside her anus and

cunt.

She hated his sperm and the way it smelled.

Once they were on the upper floor, Farah walked towards

a bedroom door and pushed through it.

Farah’s bedroom was big. There was a large bed in the

middle, with four bed posts on each side.

“This is excellent,”  Sayed thinking of what other

things he could do to her.

Farah just stood naked by her bed’s edge.

“I want you to lie faced down on your bed Who Ra,”

Sayed walking behind her and spanking her ass really

hard.

“Yes Sahib,” Farah responded.

He saw her climb on top of her own bed and she lied

face down.

Sayed helped spread her arms and legs towards the bed

posts. She was now spread eagled except she faced the

bed and not the ceiling. He could see her abused ass.

“There,” Sayed smiling.

Sayed’s cock was getting more stiff from all this

excitement.

“Now stay here and don’t move,” Sahib walking out the

bedroom door.

“Yes Sahib,” Farah made a low response as she

faced downwards.

Sayed walked down the stairs, towards the lounge.

His suitcase was still lying on the sofa. He picked

up his suitcase and then walked towards the stairs,

heading right up and all the way back to the bedroom.

Once Sayed was in the bedroom, he placed his

suitcase by her table counter.

He opened his suitcase.

“All the things I need,” Sayed smiled.

The suitcase was filled up with sex toys, normally

used for bondage and BDSM.

The first things Sayed took out were his set

of handcuffs.

4 sets of handcuffs.

He placed them by the counter and took one of

them first.

Sayed walked to the bed.

Sayed walked to where Farah’s right arm was, took her

right hand’s wrist and cuffed it with one end of the hand

cuff. He then cuffed the other end towards the upper bed

post to the right.

“Too bad you don’t have any neighbours but then again

here in the south, people love living far away from

everyone else,” Sayed breaking out into some truthful

cynical laughter.

Sayed then went back to the counter, picked up a second

hand cuff, went to the bed and cuffed Farah’s right ankle

to the bed post nearest to it.

By cuffing an ankle and a wrist first, Sayed was partly

stretching up her body.

Sayed finally cuffed her left wrist and ankle.

As Farah’s body was now totally helpless and stretched up,

this meant that she now had no chance of minimizing any

pain inflicted upon her.

Sayed licked his lips. He climbed on top of the bed and

laid his fat body over her back.

Farah sighed, as his weight was too heavy even for someone

as fit and strong as her. she whimpered in defeat and in

pain.

Sayed then thrust his cock up her asshole.

Farah screamed really loud.

Sayed started fucking her ass as she lied faced down.

He started fucking her ass faster and faster.

Farah just screamed and cried. Tears were flowing down

her beautiful brown eyes.  This was even worser pain

than any he had inflicted upon her that night.

“You like that huh. Huh. You like that you fucking bitch,”

Sayed hurting her ass and at the same time yanking her

hair really hard.

Farah screamed as she felt her body was being broken and

being pulled apart, as the cuff wrists kept her body

stretched and Sayed (her master) was flooding more sperm

inside her body. This time his sperm felt like they were

drowning her organs from the inside.

Farah felt tired out and her vision was becoming blurry

and hard.

Sayed finally pulled out of her ass. Her brown ass

cheeks were much fully covered now and coated with his

white sticky Dubai sperm.

Sayed got off the bed, walked to where his opened

suitcase was and took out a vibrator.

Sayed went back to the bed and thrust the large 8

inch-size vibrator up her ass.

Farah screamed really loud.

Sayed laughed at her pain and agony.

The sight of her helplessness and state of pain and

not being able to do anything about it was the best

form of excitement he has ever gotten.

The vibrator was ripping her already stretched up

ass further apart.

Sayed then SWITCHED it on.

The vibrator was working itself inside Farah’s ass.

After 15 minutes of having the vibrator break her ass,

he switched it off and took it out and placed it back

by the counter.

Sayed went once more back behind her and stared fucking

her anally as the vibrator’s actions made him excited

to fuck her from behind once more.

Farah’s mind was in mental agony.

After fucking her from behind, he finally stopped.

He also un-cuffed her wrists and ankles from the

bed posts.

“Who Ra, turn around,” Sayed commanded.

An exhausted abused Farah tried moving her arms and

legs and tried turning around. Just by moving her

muscles like this further worsened her pain.

Sayed saw how defeated and hurt she looked.

Farah looked really weak. The physical agony was

too much for her body.

Sayed knew that if she became too weak, the fun

would eventually stop.

“Do you have any power drink?” Sayed kindly asked.

Farah nodded….weakly and meekly.

“In the fridge. Red Bull,” she whimpered.

Red Bull was a power drink.

Sayed went down to her kitchen and came back with

a Red Bull drink for her.

“Drink this,” Sayed holding the back of her head while

forcing the Red Bull can drink down her throat. His

Persian slave was drinking and drinking and taking

it all down in her body.

“How do you really feel?” Sayed asked.

“Much better…Sahib,” Farah looked stronger and

ok again.

Sayed placed the Red Bull can by her bedside table.

“I just want you to lie down here,” Sayed walking away.

Sayed headed down the stairs and towards the lounge.

He sat down by the sofa and turned on the TV with a

remote control. He needed to give his slave some

time to recover. Her body needed to properly heal.

That much he knew.

After thirty minutes of watching the news, he turned

off the TV and headed back upstairs towards Farah’s

bedroom.

Farah still lied on the bed.

“Now time to have some fun again,” Sayed smiled.

Sayed cuffed her ankles and wrists towards the four

bed posts that it was previously cuffed to.

She was once more spread eagled and her body once

more stretched up.

Sayed could see that his sperm stain on her pubic

hair dried up. Her black pubic hair was now having

a certain odour and looked like black mashed potatoes

that had been cooked up.

Sayed also took the same vibrator that he used on her

before. This time he thrust up her cunt and switched

it on.

The vibrator was pleasuring her already broken up

Persian pussy.

Farah closed her eyes and sexually moaned, as if the

machine was making love to her.

Sayed then cruelly pulled the vibrator out of her

cunt and thn thrust it instead onto her ass.

Farah screamed really really loud, as the pain was

unexpected.

Farah was shaking her head frantically.

Sayed finally switched the vibrator off and took it

out her ass, snickering and laughing at his own

cruel actions.

“You Persians are such loud screamers,” Sayed

shaking his head.

He then moved the vibratot towards her face and

she saw the vibrator. Her eyes shot up in horror.

“Your cum stain is still on it. I think you should

clean it as I can still smell your smelly Persian

cum on it,” Sayed said.

Farah opened her mouth and Sayed pushed to her mouth.

She started sucking on the vibrator, like as if it

was a human cock.

Sayed snickered as he watched her suck on it, looking

him directly in the eyes and looking defeated. It was as

if she was begging him to stop torturing her like this.

Sucking on the vibrator’s front bit was hurting her jaw

and making it really ache badly.

After making her suck on his vibrator, he pulled it out

and finally placed it back it in his suitcase.

Sayed then took out something.

A  candle stick. He placed it by the suitcase.

A match box. He took out a match stick and set up a

small fire. He lighted the candle stick.

Sayed picked up the candle stick and went to the bed,

climbing next to Farah.

Farah’s eyes were full of horror. She saw the candle

stick with its small burning flame she knew what to

expect next and how painful this was going to be.

Farah wanted to say no.

Farah wanted to protest.

But she was a slave and as a slave she had to please

her master at the expense of her own happiness and

comfort.

Sayed moved the candle towards her right nipple.

A drop from the candle wax towards her right nipple.

Farah screamed really loud.

Her right nipple instantly became red, instead of brown.

Sayed then move the candle towards her left nipple.

He let out a wax drip towards her left nipple.

Farah screamed once more.

Her left nipple was just as red as her right one.

Sayed then went down to her pussy.

He noticed that her black pubic hair had gotten thicker

from his sperm stain holding her pubic hair together.

Sayed was pissed.

He tucked the end bit of the candle stick towards

her cunt.

Farah screamed as her pussy was being treated as

some kind of candle butt holder.

Sayed went to where his suitcase was and took out what

looked like a powerful hair shaver.

He pulled the candle stick out of her pussy and placed

its butt on her reddened right nipple.

Farah felt pain on her right nipple, as the butt and

her nipple were in physical contact.

Sayed started shaving her pubic hair.

Farah’s pussy felt refreshed after feeling more and

more of her stained pubic hair being removed from

her body.

Sayed left the last pubic hair bits by her pussy bone.

He placed the shaver back to the suitcase and took out

what looked like some kind of wet cloth. He placed the

wet cloth on Farah’s pussy and with one pull, it pulled

out all her last remaining black pubic hair bits.

Farah screamed.

Sayed tossed the wet cloth on the bedroom floor.

He took the candle stick from her right nipple and

then moved it closer to her shaven off pussy.

He let some candle wax drip on her pussy.

Farah frantically screamed. It was far more painful

on her pussy than on her nipples.

Sayed’s saliva dripped down to her pussy.

This was the best moment of this entire night.

The moment of moments.

He let more and more candle wax drip towards

her pussy.

Farah’s brown Persian pussy became more and more

copper-ish in appearance.

After Sayed tired of inflicting wax drippings on her

pussy, he blew off the candle stick flame. He tossed it

on the floor and then thrust his cock into her pussy.

His cock was hurting her abused pussy.

Farah screamed as Sayed was getting carried away with

his “abusing” of her body.

Sayed fucked her pussy while at the same time squeezed

her boobs together and taking turns to suck each nipple

very hardly and always with the other un-sucked nipple

being twisted and pulled.

Sayed just fucked her frontally and was using her boobs

as something to hold on to, squeezing them roughly.

Farah screamed and screamed and screamed.

Sayed could see her really crying it all out.

He was making her life a living hell.

Sayed finally stopped fucking her and squeezing her boobs.

“We need a break,” Sayed said.

    ***********

Sayed and Farah were inside the bathroom.

They were inside the shower tub.

As Sayed was fucking her ass from behind, he was guiding

her fingers towards her pussy, making her finger herself

like a cheap whore.

With one thrust up her ass, Sayed and Farah both screamed.

He kept on thrusting her anally this way until he got

tired.

As they were in the shower tub, Farah ran them a hot

warm bubble bath. They both lied inside the tub.

Farah was washing her master’s body very lovingly,

while he was fondling with her breasts.

She had never seen Sayed so excited in his life.

“You are the best slave I ever had. Obedient. Beautiful.

You know what I think Who Ra?” Sayed smilingly asking Farah.

“No Sahib. I don’t know what you are thinking about,” Farah

washing his body and rinsing it with soap, while on her knees.

“I think every Arab man should have a Persian slave like you,”

Sayed smiling.

Farah gulped at what he just said.

“Now that you belong to me I think I will keep you for a while.

I will make you go to Arabic school to learn Arabic. And when

I finally return to Dubai I will take you with me. And when

I am finally tired of you I will just sell you off. I think

you are worth about ten thousand dinars. A Persian slave costs

even more than a white slave, black slave or Oriental slave,”

Sayed chuckling and not caring at all about how she felt about

all this.

When they finished bathing, they finally went back to

Farah’s bedroom.

Farah was once more in bondage like before.  Faced down. 

Her Sahib was fucking her ass and as he fucked her ass she

was worried about her new life and the future that awaited her.

After raping her anally, he un-cuffed her wrists and ankles.

That same night he was fucking her pussy and sucking on her

boobs, when the lights in the bedroom were finally off.

As her master was asleep, his cock was still inside her pussy.

It squirted some sperm into her vagina and she could not fall

asleep that easily.

Many questions were racing in her mind.

Is this my fate?

Is this the end of me?

Will I become this melly disgusting Arab's whore in Dubai?

But most important of all.

Is this the end???

  (The end?????)