Chapter 9 - Farewell To The Flesh
In the dark of the night, they came to her.
It had been a very strenuous day. Maria awoke sleepily as she felt the
covers jerked from her bed. She was flipped onto her belly. Strong hands pinned
her arms over her head. Her pyjama pants were pulled down. Other strong hands
gripped her slim ankles and twisted them so that she was pigeon-toed, hence
unable to clench her buttocks.
Arabs love anal sex. Some keep bum boys just for the purpose. They all
like the dark secrets of a moist, tight heinie hole. Unbeknownst to the other
Filipinas, the highlight of the Sheik's party was an anal gang bang with Maria
as the unwilling hostess.
To loosen her up, Sheik Rashid inserted a bristle brush up her poop chute
and scrubbed vigorously. Poor, reamed-out Maria squealed frantically, bucking in
the bed futilely, gripped by strong Arab hands.
Then it was down to business. Maria grunted as the first rapist slipped
his uncircumcised sausage up her ass and began pumping hard.
In between each anal rape, her asshole was cleaned out briskly with the
bristle brush. Maria sobbed and blubbered as man after man jammed his way into
her scraped and raped shit chute, pumped viciously to enjoy her screams and
emptied himself in her bowels. Snot mixed with her drool as she bawled like a
baby. Her pillow was a mess as she cried and whimpered pathetically.
When they were done, each slapped her hard as he left, delighting in
leaving their handprints in flaming red on her buttocks, her face, her belly and
her breasts.
"I wonder how she'll do when she's the bumgirl for the camel racers'
convention tomorrow? Those guys are brutal!"
As the laughing men departed, poor friendless Maria, the sheik's official
gangbang bumgirl, sobbed into her pillow.
* * *
No longer feeling safe at the hospital and desperately wanting to leave
the Middle East, Jelena checked herself out at the first opportunity. As she
headed for the airport, she was deeply grateful to be leaving the so-called Holy
Land. She stepped onto the bus and sat next to an Arab girl. When you looked
carefully, the Arab girl's pretty face was twitching nervously in the grip of
some powerful emotion. She could hear the girl softly muttering the word bastard
over and over again. Jelena sighed. The Middle East seemed filled with people
traumatised by their love lives.
Jasmine sat quietly next to her, struggling to appear normal, to blend
in. The Star of David branded on her ass no longer burned. It ate into her mind
and sickened her soul instead. She took a deep breath and screwed herself to the
sticking point.
Jelena jumped, startled, as Jasmine suddenly screamed out, her voice raw
with hatred.
"Allah is great!"
Everyone on the bus stared at her in horror as Jasmine detonated her
explosive vest. In the split second before her world disintegrated in a
white-hot fireball, Jelena uttered the most common last words in the English
language.
"Oh shit!"
