Chapter 3

Zeynip found nothing delicious about what she was about to ‘eat.’ It was disgusting. A thousand miles away from the pleasant meal in the restaurant in Munich, she was staring at Clare’s asshole, a flash of white plastic hinting at the five small separate anal beads hiding within her ass.

“Now, Zeynip, you have a little disadvantage because you won’t know the time to beat, but good luck anyway,” Mrs. Parker said with a mocking tone as she ruffled Zeynip’s hair before tying it back into a ponytail, her hands still bound behind her back. In front of her, Clare remained restrained, her upturned bottom positioned directly in front of Zeynip’s face. With her hands tied, Zeynip would have to rest her face against Clare’s ass crack for support while performing the task, adding another layer of humiliation to the ordeal.

“So when I say go, start sucking and digging with your tongue. Once you suck out all five anal beads out of her asshole I will stop the clock. If you don’t get all five out of her ass within thirty minutes, then you will get ten cane strikes automatically. If Clare doesn’t get all five out of your ass within thirty minutes when it is her turn, then she will also get ten strikes. We will then count the beads taken out of your assholes and whoever has eaten out the least beads will be the one who gets another ten strikes, and a half hour with our snake friends, OK?” Mrs Parker smiled sweetly, she knew there was no way to sugar coat this.

“If one of you manages to get all five out within thirty minutes and does it quicker than the other, then no strikes and no snakes,” Mrs. Al-Haraz announced with twisted excitement, her eyes gleaming with malice.

“Now ... go!” Mrs. Parker exclaimed, starting her stopwatch with a burst of excitement. She jumped up, her enthusiasm evident as her chest jiggled in her tight red dress, which seemed barely able to contain her.

Zeynip opened her mouth, and sealed it around the sphincter, and jabbed it with her tongue. She heard a grunt from Clare. She felt the plastic surface of the bead on her tongue then it disappeared deep within Clare’s rectum.

Clare did not want to be with the snakes, nor to be caned. She liked Zeynip, but she had to do this. She clenched her buttocks and sphincter muscles and tried to force the beads back up her back passage as deep as possible with her anal muscles. The hot breath and wet slippery tongue as well as the deep suction fought against her. She opened her sphincter for another push of a bead but felt a suction force and a bead slid straight down her back passage and out of her bumhole into the triumphant mouth of Zeynip.

“Well done sweetie!” Mrs Parker cooed as Zeynip spat the bead out on the floor then turned he mouth back to the sphincter, worming her tongue deep inside, trying to make contact with the beads, then pursed her lips and felt the texture of the fissures of her anus against her lips as she sucked and sucked willing the hole to expand.

Clare clenched tightly, focusing all her effort on keeping her sphincter shut. She could feel the beads pressing firmly against the interior walls of her rectum, the pressure intensifying with each passing moment. Her face was a picture of intense effort, turning red as the sensation of a tongue and lips teasing her bumhole sent waves of tickling pleasure through her.

Zeynip could both feel and see the bulge of the anal bead pressing against the stretched opening, but she couldn’t manage to suck it out or fit her tongue around it to retrieve it. Then, she watched as it slipped back inside, the sphincter closing tightly in front of her eyes. Trying to ignore the scent, she took a deep breath and pressed her lips against the hole, sucking with all her might.

Another bead soon emerged, but as Clare’s rectum emptied, it became easier for her to keep the remaining ones inside. However, the relentless licking and sucking were driving her to the brink. In a moment of distraction, she absentmindedly passed another anal bead straight into Zeynip’s eager mouth.

‘Two more to go!’ Mrs. Parker cheered, clapping her hands in encouragement.

Clare thought she was going to have a heart attack. She had been pussy licked for hours before in the complex, but this anal assault was relentless and the effort of keeping her bumhole shut was unsustainable. She barely felt one, then the next, anal bead flow out of her ass into Zeynip’s grateful mouth.

Fourteen minutes and twenty-two seconds!’ Mrs. Parker exclaimed excitedly. She gently stroked Zeynip’s sweating face, her tongue still out and panting. Meanwhile, Mrs. Al-Haraz released Clare, who immediately brought her hands to her bottom, massaging the tender area.

Now, Zeynip, it’s your turn to get on the ground. Come on, get that sweet little bottom in the air!’ Mrs. Parker coaxed the Turkish girl into position, securing her in place. Meanwhile, Mrs. Al-Haraz tied Clare’s wrists behind her back, ensuring she was firmly restrained.

Now, Zeynip, relax your bumhole. You should want me to push these beads as far up your rectum as possible,’ Mrs. Parker instructed, gently patting her upturned buttocks. She then lubricated the beads again in her own mouth, before placing them against the Turkish girl’s anus, then pushing with each index finger until each disappeared, pushing her finger deep inside to get them deep inside.

Clare waited anxiously for the signal. ‘Go!’ Mrs. Parker commanded. Clare immediately brought her mouth to little rosebud, her lips pressing firmly as she began her task, circling the crinkled anus with he tongue, sliding it in and circling the wall of the hole to expand it.

Zeynip breathed steadily, fighting to maintain control of her bumhole despite the intense sensations from the flickering, hot tongue. She clenched her core muscles and tightened her sphincters, trying to distract herself by thinking of anything else to block out the overwhelming sensations of the Clare’s licking her insides.

Unfortunately for Zeynip, just yesterday, another of Pembroke’s horrible henchmen, Nadim Darwish, had anally raped her, first with his cock, and then four of this fingers. He seemed to have a preference for other girls but it was just her luck that he had indulged his disgusting anal habits with her yesterday. She could not close her asshole enough to stop Clare’s tongue sliding easily inside her and the effort to close her sphincters was starting to hurt as were the beads.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the snakes, a wave of dread washing over her. The thought of spending even half an hour with them was unbearable—she would go insane, maybe even die of fright. Her mind raced back to how she had ended up in this nightmare. The vile Edward Pembroke, with his cold eyes and cruel smile, had crossed her path in Istanbul. She had sold him the collar that now encircled her neck, unaware of the twisted fate it would bring. He had murdered her grandfather, shattered her family, and left her branded as a prostitute, cast out and alone. Their paths had crossed again in Cannes, as if by some dark destiny. He was the embodiment of evil, and the sight of the snakes only solidified that truth in her mind.

Suddenly, Zeynip squealed as Clare bit into her buttocks. Reflexively, her anus relaxed, and an anal bead plopped onto the floor.

‘Oh, that’s one bead!’ Mrs. Al-Haraz announced with a smirk.

‘She bit me! She bit me! It’s not fair!’ Zeynip wailed, wriggling her fingers and toes in pain and shock.

‘She is allowed to use her mouth,’ Mrs. Al-Haraz replied wickedly. Driven by desperation, Clare suddenly found inspiration. Without hesitation, she shifted her attention and began licking the soles of Zeynip’s feet.

‘Ooohhh!’ Zeynip shook violently as the French girl’s tongue tortured her sensitive soles, the unexpected sensation making her whole body tremble.

Clare’s eyes locked onto the flash of white emerging from the Turkish girl’s bumhole. She pounced, her mouth closing over it, and sucked powerfully to draw it out.

‘Two now, eleven minutes gone, three minutes to go!’ Mrs. Parker called out, feeling a pang of sympathy for Zeynip. The biting and licking all over her body seemed like cheating, but Mrs. Al-Haraz and Clare’s ruthless tactics only endeared them to the Yemeni woman’s wicked sensibilities

Clare had three beads left to extract from Zeynip’s ass. She returned to Zeynip’s feet, nibbling at first, then suddenly biting into her big toe. Zeynip thrashed and screamed in agony.

‘She’s biting me! She bit my toe! It fucking hurts! Aaagghhh! Stop her!!!’ Zeynip cried out, her voice filled with pain and desperation

Clare almost tasted blood in her mouth but had no time for sympathy with hee fellow captive. She was not going to go in with the snakes. She brought her mouth back between the vibrating ass cheeks of the screaming girl and gently enveloped the anus with her mouth and calmly sucked another bead out with little resistance.

Three now! Oh dear, Zeynip,’ Mrs. Parker said with a hint of concern. ‘Just two more minutes—keep your bum tight!’

Clare moved her lips over Zeynip’s right ass cheek, sucking a mouthful of flesh into her mouth. She sank her teeth deep into the soft tissue, biting down hard as if trying to make her teeth meet through the flesh. Her eyes hovered just centimeters from Zeynip’s asshole, ready to pounce the moment her anus expanded in response to the pain.

‘FUCK! She’s biting me! It’s cheating! STOP! NOOO, HELP! STOP IT, AAAGGH, IT HURTS!! It’s NOT FAIR!’ Zeynip screamed, her voice raw with pain and frustration. She shook her body as much as her restraints allowed, her beet-red face pressed against the floor, trembling with the intensity of her cries.