Pakistani Tent Brothel

[Chuckdom19]

I was totally terrified. It was bad enough having to leave what I had always considered civilization and my wife to travel to this hell-in-sand, but now the accident and this intolerable imprisonment! I closed into myself, trying to meditate and calm my spirit.

The four men nearly carried me to a tent to the right side of the settlement; I was not resisting, just numb. They took me to the middle of the tent, which was very large and had several closed off areas around the outside. I was bent over a bar that looked somewhat like an old-west hitching post; my legs were spread and tied to the two uprights, my arms brought up behind me tied to a pulley from the tent-roof. They pulled them up tight, bending me over until my body was horizontal, then proceeded to use the sharp knives they wore at their belts to cut away all I wore except my shoes.

Two of the men went to the side of the tent and called out; two women quickly entered carrying buckets. They were given sharp orders, and proceeded to wash me all over with coarse soap and brushes. One of the women took scissors from her bucket, while the other spread a cloth below me; they proceeded to cut my hair much shorter, and to trim my pubic hair and underarm hair. I am not hairy otherwise, so these trims really made me feel naked.

Two men had left, laughing, while one from the truck entered and approached me. He said, "Open mouth!". Of course, I did. He shoved in a gag shaped like a cock; it was about 6" long and made me gag quite a bit. The man slapped me across the face and said, "Get used to it! You will be taking much longer ones soon!"

One of the old women took an odd device that looked like a gas siphon with a nozzle on it from a shelf along one wall, and stuck the long hose into her now-soapy water bucket. I was slightly shocked when she began pumping it into my anus, giving me the first enema I'd had in my life. The 'nozzle' turned out to be inflatable, and was, to keep the fluid working inside me; the cramps ached and made me shake with pain.

The man, meanwhile, checked me over physically. Grasping my penis, he massaged it a bit and I was appalled to find myself springing to attention. "Good size increase! You may get to keep your balls after all."

[Mastrovenice]

I rode the British whore’s mouth and took some pleasure from her skill. It wasn’t always that way. She had learned we had ways of encouraging her to learn a new trade. I looked thru the numbers stored in the phone while she hungrily worked my balls and asshole. I moaned a dropped my full weight onto her face as she slid her tongue deep into my rectum. I knew she couldn’t breathe, but I needed the pleasure to distract me for a moment. Plus I was a sadist. Her discomfort only made my cock harder. I closed my eyes and felt the urge building. I grasped my cock and started pumping it…. I was enjoying her thrashing about underneath me. The phone suddenly beeped. I cursed and read the message. I stood up as my hard-on cooled. Melinda lay gasping for air on the rug. Gunshots were fired in the tent next door and a rousing cheer went up. “Back to work”, I muttered and spat in Melinda’s face. I took her chain from the spike and dragged her after me, stumbling, arms still bound behind her.

Mahmoud’s messenger jabbered wildly about some crazy jihad politics and told me the boss wanted some of his best whores in the large tent. Mahmoud was always on about the Holy War Against Western Agression, blah blah blah. It bored me to tears but I hurrah’ed when cued. As long as I got paid and had access to women I was fine. Plus I had my own deals on the side, and things were starting to pay off now.
I collected my men and had them bring some whores. We entered the tent and were blinded by the bright lights set up for the filming. Banners and guns were everywhere. The white woman was led to the center of the tent and Mahmoud gestured to me. I could see Ayham there as well and he approached me and smiled. We bound the woman’s arms, crossed behind her and I attached the rope to a stake in the ground. She was tethered, but mobile. Ayham ripped her blouse completely open exposing her ample bosom. The men cheered and the whores gawked. He slapped her face and she defiantly spit at him. He controlled his rage, and didn’t break her neck as he choked her, only cut off her air. She flailed around as she began to loose consciousness. He let her go and she dropped to the rug like a stone, gasping and choking. Another cheer erupted. The cameras ran on.

I pushed two whores to her and told them to finish disrobing her. They went to work, roughly, having no love for the newcomer who would undoubtably steal the attentions of all the men. And there were many men here now. I pushed Melinda to the floor and shoved my cock into her mouth. I barked orders to the other whores to make sure every man was hard. Mahmoud’s assistant prattled on into the camera about the degeneracy of the West as we had our way with one of its emissaries, oblivious to the irony of it all. I grunted and skull fucked Melinda. Tears ran down her eyes as she struggled to keep the cock deep in her throat without gagging. I watched as the two whores finished their work, with much extra pinching and scratching of the blonde. Her naked form stunned us all, and the room got quiet as we realized what a creature we had captured. Someone in the back praised Allah, and the room erupted in noise again, the men surging closer to get a closer look at the blonde.

She had recovered from Ayham’s abuse, and lay there stunned in the bright lights. The shaving crew hustled in from the other tent and went straight to work on her. Mahmoud screamed as they began to shave her head. They cowered and moved on to the rest of her body, cold steel across her hot flesh. I saw her shiver from the physical sensation and part her legs willingly as they moved to her crotch and legs. Probably out of fear for the tender flesh within. I glanced over and saw the camera was in close-up on her sex being shaved. Not exactly the coverage she was expecting to get. Still, I mused to myself, if her superior was a man, I’m sure he would enjoy this evenings feed.