Prologue: Nightmare Starts

I wake up slightly during the night and turn to my wife, Aisha, for spooning. However, I am interrupted by the sound of the clashing chastity belts that we are forced to wear. The metallic noise brings me fully awake. When I try to rest my hand on her breast, all I feel is a metallic bra hiding her skin.

It has been an extended period since Aisha and I have had any form of intimacy or sexual relations (at least in a normal manner). For me, cumming is impossible without permission from our master, who only allows it once a month and always in a humiliating or painful way. On the other hand, she has been used frequently, especially in front of me, so that I can see what I cannot have. I have been sodomised and forced to suck cocks without any possibility of cumming, equally to degrade me in front of Aisha and show her what she cannot have.

How did this nightmare begin?

It seems to me that it has been years, but it hasn’t been that long.

My name is Robert, and I am 27 years old, standing at a height of 1.70 metres with brown hair. I am quite shy by nature and work as a technology consultant. One day, an opportunity arose for me to join a new project in the country we are currently living in. The salary was attractive, and the job itself seemed interesting. However, it is the strict governance of this nation, which follows traditional Islamic beliefs, that has become problematic. This means no alcohol, no bacon or ham, no dancing, no interaction with girls, no newspapers, almost no books, limited Internet access, and a complete absence of any form of entertainment. Any fun activity is considered a sin, or worse, a crime. People have been punished severely for minor infractions, losing hands or necks for committing crimes.

Despite these challenges, I thought to myself, “Well, in one or two years living in an apartment with a high salary and minimal expenses because there is nothing to do, I can save a lot of money and start my own company.” Convinced by this logic, I signed the contract and made my way here. Upon arrival in the capital city, I travelled to the small town where our offices were located. The company had reserved entire apartment buildings for us foreigners to live in during our stay. Over time, I got to know many of my colleagues who worked in various departments on this project and lived in the buildings.

Every day, numerous buses transported employees to and from the headquarters of our company, where we worked diligently on our projects. During my workday, I focused intensely on my tasks and looked forward to returning to the apartments in the evenings. Upon arriving at the buildings, there were limited options available aside from reading books or magazines, sipping tea or coffee, listening to music, playing computer games, or watching local television programs. Walking along the streets was not advisable due to the scorching sun and high temperatures, as well as a lack of alternatives for sightseeing or shopping. I had brought my e-book filled with numerous books and my music collection but had previously “cleaned” it because many books deemed inappropriate could land me in jail. Similarly, much of the music was considered sinful and could result in severe consequences as well.

After some time, I began to meet more people and make acquaintances during coffee breaks throughout the day and during the organised dinners at our apartments. Each time, one of us would cook dinner for six or seven colleagues. This way, we fought against solitude while tasting recipes from various countries as a multinational team. During these dinners, I discovered two things:

Firstly, when travelling back to their homes, some people brought goods smuggled in from their respective countries, such as alcohol bottles and pork meals like bacon, ham, or chorizo. Additionally, they brought the latest films released, which converted our dinner parties into small celebrations and provided a fresh breath of air through our restricted lives.

Secondly, some people, tired of sharing all their time with the same colleagues in the office as well as at home, or because they had friends living in other buildings of the company, rented an apartment together to share expenses.

One day at work, I received an email from ‘Aisha in the marketing team’ asking me to contact her regarding defining a technical solution for our company’s website. Excited by this opportunity, I went up to her floor and entered her office. When I saw her, my jaw dropped; she was absolutely stunning! She had long black hair, tanned skin, almond-shaped green eyes, full lips, and a sexy figure that left me speechless.

I quickly regained my composure, and we began working together on the website’s technical solution. She was incredibly smart and had well-defined ideas about the site, so we worked very efficiently that day. We continued to work closely for many days afterwards, during which time we got to know each other better.

Aisha was born in the country where our company is based but moved with her family when she was a child to my own country. She had heard about this project and decided to join it to gain experience, make money, and learn more about her homeland, where she still has relatives living. Additionally, Aisha retained her nationality from that country and spoke the language fluently, both of which were valuable assets for our project.

We started sharing time during coffee breaks and lunches, talking about books, movies, music, travels, and dreams, and eventually fell in love (I think I was head over heels for her since the first minute, but getting to know her better, especially her intelligence and sense of humour, only deepened my feelings). When our collaboration ended, we continued spending as much time together outside of work as possible. However, it proved difficult due to living in separate buildings far away from each other and the building’s doorman not allowing visits between men and women or vice versa.

We finally decided to get married as soon as we returned to our country and started living together in the meantime by renting an apartment. We found a house near one of the buildings of the company so that we could use their buses, which are just 10 minutes away. We rented the place with great excitement, eagerly anticipating living together. Neither of us was a virgin, but we still hadn’t had the opportunity to enjoy our bodies and have sex yet. So, we decided to move in on Thursday so that we could spend all weekend (since it was a Muslim country, Friday and Saturday were considered weekends) organising the house and being together. For the inauguration of our home, we organised a dinner where many colleagues brought presents, foods, and drinks, including pork meals and alcohol. We enjoyed ourselves immensely and had fun, but Aisha and I couldn’t wait to be alone.

Finally, everybody left the house, and it was just us two. We looked at each other and almost ran to the bedroom, undressing each other tenderly. When I saw Aisha naked for the first time, I was speechless again. She had wonderful breasts, not too big nor too small, with a small sag that made them real, and big nipples. Her hips and ass were equally perfect. We started kissing and fondling each other and continued long enough to make it special.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. We thought some guests of the party had forgotten their jacket or bag, so I dressed and went to open the door. In the door were two men; one was Ahmed, the owner of the apartment, who was very tall (about 2 metres), over 40 years old, muscled, with short hair, and had a military appearance. The other man was also tall but very fat (probably weighing around 130 kilogrammes), bald, with a black beard and an unpleasant look.

I asked them, “What happens? Is there any problem? We had a small gathering of friends. I hope we didn’t make too much noise during the party.”

The owner replied, “I need to talk to you and Aisha. Come to the living room.”

I went for Aisha; she dressed, and we went to the living room, where they were already sitting on the couch. Ahmed started talking: “I’ll explain everything to you. Please don’t interrupt me until I finish speaking. I am a police officer, like my brother Hassan. According to the laws of this country, you two are guilty of many crimes: you have eaten pork, you have been drinking alcohol, you have watched forbidden films, and you have had sex with a woman from this country without being married. Finally, I found drugs in your home.”

When we heard the last charge, we couldn’t continue in silence and said at the same time, “No, it’s not true. You can’t find drugs in this home.” We were sure that nobody in the party would have dared to bring drugs into the country.

Ahmed said confidently, “I found pork meat and alcohol in your kitchen, forbidden films next to the TV, and I recorded you consuming them and having sex in your bedroom. Therefore, there is strong evidence of crimes that can send both of you to jail for life, possibly including 100 lashes (which usually implies months in the hospital with unrecoverable back and skin) and, depending on the judge, even a death sentence.”

We looked at each other when he mentioned recording us inside our home. I then asked, “Why are you recording us? We aren’t criminals!”

Ahmed replied bluntly, “Well, let me be clear. The official answer is that I was suspicious of criminal acts in this home, as it is that I found the drug in that drawer.”