Chapter 12: Irum’s Exit Interview

Instead of sitting there pondering the combustible manual and what kind of freaky things I’d have the person that walked through the door do. My mind wandered to the memory of Megan’s smooth curves and how good her mouth felt around my cock. The light knock on the door preceded the olive-skinned woman that walked in. Only her face and black eyes were visible to me as she headed into the room.

Seeing me, her eyes widened and her face flushed a bit. It was a reaction I wasn’t expecting. Nor was her coming up to me and running her hand over my chest. Still, in her hijab, her actions were out of step with her attire. Continuing rubbing her hands on my thinly covered pectoral muscles, she said. “Allaenat tabdu jayidatan jiddaan.” In my ears, I heard “Fuck, you look so good.” The girl’s hand immediately went to her mouth, as if she couldn’t imagine what caused her to say such a thing.

The manual said I should quickly get to explaining the new rules in the new town while starting the degrading of the subject. Doing as it said, I started, “A slut like you looks like you would be a good fuck.” At a low volume from the speaker in the corner of the room came, “waqihat mithlik tabdu waka’anak satakun allaenat jayidatan”

“Nem bialtaakid,” she said. Again, I heard, “Oh yes.”

Again my mind flashed back to the paper that disappeared while reading it. “Inform the participant, English is the only acceptable language. All others will be disregarded and subject the offender to additional training.” So I told the girl, “English is all that is allowed, speaking anything else will mean renewed training at this center. This goes for here and the town when you enter it. So tell me again what you want.” The speaker again at a barely audible volume translated what I’d said into Arabic. I stared at the speaker that was undermining everything I’d just said.

I could tell her stammering wasn’t so much from not knowing the words but from what the words meant. She said, “Oh yes, I want your cock. I want to feel your cum in me.” Again, she covered her mouth and shook her head like she needed to clear her mind of what she was thinking. It was as if she didn’t want to say what she’d said on some level, but another level had won out.

Additionally, her statement made it clear the government used porn when teaching a particular segment of the population English. “Yes, I bet you do. First, let me see that sexy body of yours. Now don’t be shy. From here on out, the outside temperature will determine what you wear. The amount of clothing allowed will be on a chart posted around the town. Now imagine it is one hundred-five degrees outside.” The overhead speaker droned on but I had pretty much decided to ignore it. I pointed at the temperature on a piece of paper and the no clothes next to it.

“It is hot in here.” The girl said, first pulling off her headscarf, letting her long black hair fall over her shoulders. For a second time, she looked puzzled at why she was raising the bottom of her black cloak up above her knees then her waist. Her white panties became visible above her firm shapely thighs. The dark patch of hair created a mound and shadow in the front of thin white fabric. A damp spot was spreading out below on the white fabric. Gradually, the olive skin of her belly and the petite belly button in the center of it were exposed. The look of surprise and lack of understanding passed over her face as her covering did the same.

Standing before me in nothing but her bra and panties, I said, “Yes it is. But the paper said no clothes. And on the outside failing to do so will get you pointed out and possibly re-trained.”

Regaining some of her modesty, she protested a little, “But it is forbidden, even being here with you much less like this.” She tried covering herself and took a step toward the door. But she stopped after one step and her hand went into the white covering on her pussy. “allah ‘ahtaj ‘iilyha. kasun baladi ealaa alnaar.” She then stammered, “But I need it. My pussy is on fire. Mmm, I wonder what a dick will feel like in me.”

Whatever the girl had been exposed to wasn’t fully controlling her. It had let a little of her modesty breakthrough. I figured that was intentional on the part of the think tank. They were using her base urges and apparent willingness to wallow in them to destroy her morals. Cultural morals which were the basis for her modesty. I was to take full advantage of this dichotomy according to what I’d read.

“You’ll have to take the rest of those things off,” I waved at her undergarments. “And then you’ll need to remove mine if you want to see what a dick feels like.” It was then, I truly looked at the olive-skinned girl in front of me. She looked a couple years younger than me. She wasn’t married based on her bare fingers. Her most recent comment also told me she was a virgin. Though, that wasn’t going to last much longer. Her thin arms and small hands reached around behind her and the small bra that covered her petite breast fell loose.

She finished removing the white cups. The small olive mounds which became fully visible were topped with dark brown half dollar areolas and eraser nubs centered in them. The gradual swelling of them with each breath was sexy made more so by her coming to me saying haltingly, “Suck ... my ... titties.” Again, she appeared like she knew the words and meanings, just not the underlying reason she was saying them.

“What?” I thought a second request would look good on camera.

Running her hands on the undersides of her small cones in a subtle offering to me, she said, “Please ... Suck my titties.” She rolled one of the hard nipples between her fingers.

I didn’t delay fulfilling her request. My lips encircled the dark brown skin atop her firm cone. The skin melted into my lips giving way slightly to the pressure my flesh applied. The universal moan of desire sated for an instant passed over her lips. Her hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tighter mashing the breast beneath my lips flatter. Ringing the breast meat in my cavity with my tongue, I flicked its tip over the hard button every fourth or fifth time around. The applied suction to the delicate flesh was initially gentle but soon I pulled more in. Raking it with my teeth as it entered.

I clamped down on the hardened point for a second before letting it all from my mouth. The previously dark flesh had a reddened tint to it. I wanted to suck on the other one; enjoying the taste of the young tender flesh. But I left the second nipple un-touched. The flaming manual said to make the applicant debase themselves, so I’d make her beg for more. “So, you like that? Don’t you ... Oh, what is your name?”

“Yes,” She said not looking at me. “Oh yes, suck on my nipples. It felt so good.”

“So tell me your name,” I said.

“It’s Irum. Now please touch me.” She said her black eyes looking somewhat pleading.

Doing my assigned job, I again said, “What is it Irum wants?”

She looked at me with a level of comprehension in her face of what I was asking for. “Irum, wants you to suck her nipples. She wants to feel you inside her pussy, please.”

“Well, Irum don’t you think I should get something first, after all, I’ve already sucked on one of your nipples. And you liked that didn’t you?” I asked.

“Oh yes. Yes, it felt good.” She said.

“Then?” I said not stating any type of particular demand.

“Then, I will make you feel good.” Her English was a bit less smooth than it was earlier.

“How?” I asked, hoping she’d quickly get to where she’d eventually end up.

“We could make love.” She said. I thought it was funny that she would use that phrase. It was like she was trying to make it more morally acceptable to herself. I was having none of it. I was there to help break her version of morality.

“Yes, but you would get to enjoy yourself again. Plus your pussy is covered. How am I going to get my dick in you if it’s still in my pants? And, your panties are still on? So what else could you do for me?” I said. Still, I wasn’t flat out telling her to blow me but left little else for her to do.

There was a pause as the speaker in the corner finished translating. She looked at me for a second before bending down with her panties trapped in her fingers. Her breast hung down sexily as her panties slid over her calves and the round of her ass was made visible. Standing back up her full and hairy black bush couldn’t fully cover her plumped out pussy lips.

“Better,” I said reaching out and running a fingertip around the nipple I had enjoyed, “but not enough.”

She heard the speaker convert what I’d said into her naïve language. She stood there for a second before dropping to her knees. Her fingers quickly found the button and zipper holding up my too-small shorts. She slid them down past my knees only to find Melanie’s panties, which I was still wearing. She stared at the fabric at my crotch that wasn’t big enough to hold my whole cock. “Will kissing your dick, be enough for you to suck my nipple again?” she asked her trembling hands on the waistband of the last vestige of clothing covering my prick.

I answered with a simple, “Yes.”

There was mumbling in Arabic low but not low enough for the translator not to hear. She pulled down the panties while she uttered, “Why am I doing this? It is wrong. I shouldn’t what to do this. It is not right.” My semi-hard cock unwound, falling out inches from her face, as the panties joined the shorts around my feet.

I stepped out of both as her eyes grew larger. Her tentative touch on either side of my cock was sensational. The index finger from both hands lightly traced the length of the shaft. She nervously said, “Wow, it is so big. Are all of them this big and so warm?”

Still doing my duty while her hand tried wrapping around the ever-hardening rod, I lied, “American’s, yes most of them. Not so with your people. But more important is knowing how to use it.”

“You know how to use it?” she asked using both hands to wrap around me, after failing when she tried to use only one.

“Yes, but it is more important for a slut like you to know how,” I stated. Her hands slid up my rod to my cut dick head. “Just like you are supposed to have your lips on my dick. And now that you have seen it I bet you want to suck it like I did your nipple.”

“Yes, I want to suck your dick,” She said trembling in anticipation. “Should I do it now?”

“Yes, I think you’re going to be a good cocksucker,” I replied. Her trembling lips made their first contact on my still hardening rod. Unsure of what she was to do and why she was doing it. Lightly, her lips started on the side of my shaft where her hand had first been. Keeping a shaking hand on the other side she pressed more of it between her lips. I felt her tongue tip’s initial probe of the skin she’d captured. It was a light fleeting touch, followed by a bolder brush of all of the held flesh. Over and over she licked the part of my dick between her lips as she moved up and down along the side and underside of my cock. I encouraged her with, “Oh yes that is a good little cock sucker ... Such a wonderful slut.”

Having gone up and down my rod a couple of times she finally traveled up and over the ridge of my now fully enlarged helmet. She took her time at the intersection of rod and cock head swiping her tongue along the rounded rim of my purple head. The end of her tongue running under the rim sent waves of pleasure to my brain. The waves increased when she traveled up the bulbous helmet. Irum’s lips closed around the end of my cock head and dipped her tip into the precum-filled slit. Looking up at me she said, “That tastes funny, but I like it.”

I felt more of my natural lubricant flowing up my rod. Irum swallowed the thin lube down as she took my whole cock head into her mouth. My brain welcomed the sensations of her lips sealing around the underside of my cock head’s ridge. The probing of my piss hole continued as her cheeks hollowed. Her suction didn’t reduce when holding her black hair I ran more of my cock into her cavity. She resisted at first but in the end, she bopped and slurped at my dick without any external prodding. Occasionally, I felt her uvula on the top of my cock but she avoided taking me into her mouth to the point of gagging herself.

I pulled her off my dick by her hair before I reached the point of no return. I needed to impregnate the girl and cumming down her throat didn’t further that goal. I raised her up and as promised attached my lips to the small hard nub. The full firm yet small breast for a second time vibrated within my lips as she moaned. My hand found its way along her smooth shoulder blade past the small of her back to the round curve of her ass. The tip of my dick was tickled by her long curly hair as my hard spit wetted cock stuck out. The tickle of the hair worked its way down my rod as I pulled her pelvis to mine as my cock stroked up her midriff.

My fingers curled around the edge of Irum’s ass crack as they dove into the crevice between her nice globes. I found the puckered hole at its base. Brushing over it caused her to jump at the contact. The position getting awkward I released her nipple and put my lips on hers. I don’t know if I was supposed to do it but it was much more natural. She began moaning more into my mouth when I swiped over her rosebud again and again. The moan became a groan when I pressed one of my fingers harder against the small hole. “ya allah madha tafealin” came in her native tongue, which came to my ear a second later as “Oh god what are you doing?” I pushed on the hole harder getting the end of my finger wedged in the sphincter. She continued in her first language, “hadha hu ghyr ‘akhlaqiin walakun ‘ana ‘uhibu dhlk.” The translation of, “That is so immoral but I love it,” encouraged the running of my whole finger into her bowels.

Remembering a second later she was to use only English once she left the room, I guided her to the elevated desk. As innocuously as I could, I lay her back putting my full weight on her as her back pressed into the tabletop. Removing my finger from her ass, I stroked her thighs. I raised them up locking them within my arms. She willingly spread herself open to me, letting part of my cock into her pussy’s cleft. I stroked it along the valley of the puffed-out hairy lips. The lubricant from her pussy hole was flowing freely. She moaned and twisted while I kissed her. My bulbous head ran across her raised-up clit.

I was glad, she wasn’t one of the girls that had her clit removed. It made it easier to get her horny and wet. The pills they had given her to make her extra fertile had also obviously affected her in other ways. First was the amount of lubricant she produced She was flowing like a waterfall going down the mountain. And the ease of getting her open her cunt to me was beyond simple. I would have liked to claim was due to my expert sexual arousal technique. But I hadn’t done nearly as much as I had for Melanie. Yet this girl was already ready to be fucked by me, one of her captors.

I hoped the drugs had the same effect on all the women. If they did I was going to have an easy time at my job. Hell, the girl was basically throwing her virgin pussy at my dick. And doing it despite latent moral objections, all overridden by the drugs the military was feeding her.

A few more strokes within Irum’s furrow, bouncing my cock head off her clit had her humping her hips at me. I had my dick fully coated in her pussy oil, ready for an easy push just a bit lower. I would’ve fucked her right then but the English only still needed an extra level of emphasis. Running my dick head all the way down her furrow past her pussy hole had Irum’s instincts rotate her pussy hole into position to be pierced. I, though, guided my cock’s tip a bit lower and pressed it to her rosebud. She pulled her lips from my squealing, “ya allah madha satafeal.” When I got the translation of, “Oh god what are you going to do?”

I answered by lunging forward parting her tight hole with my dick head saying, “In English or you get it all.”

She fought for a second crying out, “alqarf alkhasu bik hu fi al’ahmaq baladi.” The translation came as I put a bit more of my dick into her bowels, “Shit, your prick is in my asshole.” Her panting was frenetic while her arms waved about pushing on my chest every few seconds.

Pushing more of my dick into her puny hole I said, “In English.” The tight hole was convulsing against my rod as the smoothness of her bowels caressed the bulbous head that was lodged in it. Maintaining the hold of her thighs, I stroked her elevated clit with my thumb. Coated in her juices, my thumb added to the sliminess of it while I rub circles around and over the nub. The rapid flicking and rubbing of the pinkish button modified her breathing.