Chapter 3: Some Friends

The third month began without changes in our routine, that is, Aisha going to the office three days a week and me three days a week, but coinciding on Tuesdays only. I was 24 hours a day with my chastity belt on, and Aisha only wore it to the office. She was sleeping with Ahmed, and she woke up Ahmed and Hassan every day with a blowjob.

On Friday afternoon, Ahmed informed us that we would be receiving some guests, policemen like them, at a party. Aisha would be the ‘main course’ of the party, the ‘gift’ for everyone, and, like any present, it had to be ‘wrapped’. He ordered Aisha to wear heavy makeup and to lubricate her holes. When she had the make-up (blue in her eyes and garish red in her lips) and put on lubrication, he selected for her a cocktail dress.

When we saw Aisha in the dress, we were all open-mouthed. It was a very beautiful and stylish cobalt blue dress that came down to her feet, with two slits at the sides up to above mid-thigh and a completely open back from the small of the back to the neck, where it was closed with a bow. The dress fit like a glove to her body; she was naked under the dress, which highlighted her bare shoulders and moulded to her breasts, enhancing her beauty. I recognised the dress with sadness because Aisha had told me about it and described it to me. She reserved it for our first date at a formal party.

We waited for the guests, with Aisha standing and me kneeling in a corner. The doorbell rang, and when Hassan opened the door, three men walked in. Two of them were similar in height and build to Ahmed, but the third was a giant, around two metres, weighing around 100 kg, with a big chest, arms, and legs. I would later learn that it was called Aziz.

Ahmed introduced us all to each other: “Guys, these are Slut and Slave. Slut and Slave: these are Omar, Nasir, and Aziz, our colleagues from work. You must call them ‘Master’ and obey any of their orders.” Then he added chuckling. “Slut, I think you will ‘fit’ in and ‘connect’ very well with Aziz.” They all laughed at the joke, and I wondered what they meant, although I could sense it.

They began to comment about Aisha: “You were right, she is gorgeous.” “Her tits are great; I am impatient to knead them.” Look at her buttocks; I can’t wait to have her on all fours while I fuck her.” “Her lips will be perfect all around my cock.” “She seems very elegant for a whore.”.

After a while, they noticed me and asked Ahmed, “Who is this guy you call Slave? What does he have over his cock?”

He replied, “This ‘pitiful man’ is her boyfriend, or even more, her fiancé. Since I took them over more than two months ago, I have kept him locked in a chastity belt, so he can’t cum or even masturbate.” Omar asked, “Do you mean that he has not been able to come in more than two months?” Ahmed said, “Well, I allowed him to cum once, but inside a cock cage, so it was very painful.” Omar continued asking, “So, he has not fucked his girlfriend in two months?”

Ahmed chuckled. “In fact, he has NEVER fucked his girlfriend. They were going to just fuck when I took control of them.

“And every day he must bear how we fuck the Slut in front of him in some, or all, of her holes. I estimate that she has received from Hassan and me more than 250 loads of cum in the past few weeks, and he will have to wait the whole year before he can start doing it.”

Hearing this, they all laughed, and someone added, “We will help to increase that counter,” causing more laughs.

Ahmed then said to them, “Please sit down. Let’s relax and enjoy! We must unwrap the gift and enjoy it.” They sat down on the couch and armchairs, leaving Aisha standing in the middle of them all. Ahmed ordered, “Slut, lift up the lower front and back of the dress, and turn so that we can all see your cunt and ass.” Aisha obeyed and turned around several times, provoking foul-mouthed remarks as previously, describing how they would fuck her.

Ahmed stopped her, saying, “You can now release the bottom parts that you were holding. Now undo the bow of the dress and show us your tits.” Aisha obeyed again, undoing the bow in her neck and allowing the upper part of the dress to hang from her waist.

Ahmed got up, went to her, and stood behind her. He took her hands, placed them behind her head, and locked her wrist cuffs to a ring in the back of her collar. This position lifted and emphasised her breasts, and he did not miss the opportunity to grab and cup them. He then said, while kneading her breasts, “Show our guests how soft and turgid these tits are. Sit on the lap of everyone, facing their faces, and rub your tits across their faces. Guys, no lap-dance rules apply here; you can touch as much as you want, wherever you want.”

She went and sat on the lap of Omar, which lifted the lower part of the dress, so she sat with her naked buttocks resting directly on his legs. While she rubbed her breasts on his face, he was fondling her whole body. After some minutes, he took her left nipple in his mouth and began sucking and biting while, with his left hand, he was pinching her right nipple, prompting her to start groaning in pain.

After a while, he changed his mouth to the other nipple and took, with his right hand, her left nipple. He continued for several minutes until he said, “Enough. If I don’t stop, I’ll cum, and I don’t want to cum too early.”

Aisha then got up and sat on Nasir’s lap. While she was rubbing her breasts, he moved his hand to the entrance of Aisha’s vagina and touched her with his finger. He noted she was wet due to the lubrication and said, “The Slut is wet. It is clear that she is eager for us to start fucking her.” He entered her finger in her vagina and began finger-fucking her. After a while, he moved his finger to her anus and entered his finger there.

He started poking and pulling the finger in and out of the ass, saying, “Her ass is tight but not too much, and slippery. It will be great to fuck it.” With her wrists locked to her neck, Aisha continued rubbing her breasts on Nasir’s face while he stroked her body. She could not protect himself, nor would she have dared after Ahmed’s orders. Finally, she was dismissed and went to Aziz.

He let her act for quite some time without saying or doing anything until Ahmed said, “Now is the time to demonstrate all that she has learned in this time. Slut, come here and deep-throat me!” Aisha stood up, went in front of Ahmed, knelt, opened his trousers, and began sucking his cock. At the beginning, she was licking and lapping the head of his cock, but later she opened her mouth and began inserting more and more of his cock. She was moving her head up and down over his cock, each time going deeper and deeper.

At one point, she started gagging when the tip of his cock reached the entrance of her throat. She looked up, seeking his eyes, as if asking permission to stop at that point, but he pressed slightly with his hand in the back of her head as an indication that she should continue to the bottom. Resigned, she continued, holding back the gagging and swallowing more and more of his cock until her nose was touching the pubis of Ahmed. She waited some seconds and began moving along the entire length of Ahmed with her mouth, from the tip to the base, stopping longer and longer each time on the base.

The men continued with their comment about Aisha: “What a slut!” “Look how she swallowed all the cock!” “You have trained her very well.” “She does the blow-jobs better than a professional.”

After some minutes, Ahmed cummed into the throat of Aisha, who swallowed all his sperm directly into her stomach. Ahmed then sent Aisha to Hassan. Again, she knelt and deep-throated him, with the difference that when he was on the verge of cumming, he moved the head of Aisha and cummed in her face, spurts and spurts of white fluid, coating all her face.

Ahmed then ordered her to go to Omar. When she was on her knees in front of Omar, he took her dress and cleaned her face, saying to Hassan, “Sorry guy, I like a slut with cum in her face, but I don’t want to mess with my trousers.” Then he pulled his cock from his trousers, grabbed her head, and guided her to his cock.

While she deep-throated his cock, he was kneading roughly her breasts. Fortunately, thanks to her previous teasing, he reached his orgasm very fast, cumming in her mouth. She swallowed his load and went to Nasir. He cummed in a few minutes, and then she went to kneel in front of Aziz. She opened his trousers to extract his cock, and when it appeared, she paused in surprise and shock. His cock was huge, though not totally erect.

All of them start laughing. They were waiting for this moment, when she met his cock for the first time. I worried, wondering how she would cope with that monstrosity. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and inserted the glans of his cock. She extracted the cock, licked, trying to add lubrication, and inserted it again, but it was too big for her mouth. She inserted part of the huge log in her mouth, but when it reached the entrance of her throat, it was too big and did not fit in the opening. He grabbed her hair and pressed strongly, trying to insert all his cock in her throat, but it seemed physically impossible.

Finally, he gave up and accepted just a blowjob from her, without deep-throating. She licked all the long cock and inserted in her mouth the glans and upper inches of the cock. Her lips were stretched around his cock, and her mouth was completely filled with it. It took a long time, and I could see that she was exhausted and probably her jaws ached, but at last he began to cum in her mouth. I could see how his cock pulsed and sent stream after stream of sperm into her mouth. It seemed like a fountain, and Aisha was unable to swallow the continuous flow, and a large amount of sperm began leaking through the corners of her mouth, falling on her breasts and on the dress.

When she stood up, she offered a pitiful image: exhausted, with cum in her lips, chin, and chest, and with her beautiful dress hanging around the waist and stained with cum. Ahmed unlocked the hands of Aisha and ordered her to clean herself and return to serve drinks and attend to guests. She went to the bathroom, washed herself, and returned naked except for her cuffs and collar. She then attended to their requests by serving food and drink. They did not miss any opportunity to fondle her when she was close.

After a while, Ahmed said, “I think it is time for our guests to enjoy the delights of the sweet cunt of this Slut.” and to me, “Slave, bring a mattress so we can fuck the Slut comfortably.” When I put the mattress in the middle of the room, he locked again the hands of Aisha to the ring in the back of her collar and ordered her to lie down on the mattress. He lay on top of her, guided his cock to her sex, and started fucking her.

When he cummed after some minutes, Hassan replaced him, then Omar, and then Nasir. All of them fucked roughly, kneading and mauling her breasts and pumping into her vagina with great force. When Nasir cummed and stood up, she was sweaty, and a pool of cum had oozed out and formed under her vagina, which was very dilated.

Aziz knelt between her legs and guided his cock to the entrance of her sex. He began pushing, and his cock started to stretch her lips, but his member was too thick, and Aisha began gasping and moaning, “Please, it hurts; it is too big; please, take it out.” He continued pushing and trying to insert his huge cock in the sex of Aisha, but it seemed like an impossible task. I couldn’t bear to see Aisha suffer like that, and I finally intervened: “Please, Master Ahmed, stop this; she is suffering. He can wound her if he continues.” But Ahmed’s answer was: “Slave; Aziz will fuck the Slut no matter what happens.”

I kneeled in front of Ahmed and insisted, “Please, then let me help facilitate the insertion and avoid any damage to the Slut or Master Aziz.” Ahmed chuckled, “It is a curious thing to watch someone beg to help someone else fuck her ‘girlfriend’. I think I will allow you. But first, you must thank us for all that we have done for your girlfriend. Be very detailed and describe everything we have done, what you are going to do, and what for. If at any time you don’t convince me, I will stop your help. And you can call ‘girlfriend’ to the Slut; I’ll record all this, and it will be funnier.”

I felt very humiliated, but I had to help Aisha, so I started thanking and pleading, knowing what they were expecting from me: “Thank you, masters, for fucking my girlfriend every day during these months; for teaching her to wake you up with a blowjob every morning; for teaching my girlfriend how to deep-throat so she can provide you with more pleasure when she sucks your cocks; for sodomising her and dilating her anus so she can provide you with more pleasure when you fuck her ass;

“Thank you for granting her the honour of receiving the gift of your cum in her mouth and stomach; thank you for providing her with the orgasms I’m unable to provide; thank you for maintaining me in chastity and letting me learn from you how to fuck my girlfriend; thank you for sharing my girlfriend with your friends.”

Ahmed said, “Well, now ask Aziz permission to help him fuck your ‘girlfriend’ and don’t forget the details.”

I addressed Aziz: “Please, Master Aziz, let me help you so you can fuck my girlfriend better. Let me lubricate your huge cock so you can introduce it to the small cunt of my girlfriend. Let me suck you.” He accepted: “Alright, Slave, start!”

I kneeled in front of Aziz, between him and Aisha, took his big cock with my hands, and began licking his cock in all its length for lubrication. I even tried to insert it in my mouth, although it was so big that only the head and part of the cock could fit into my mouth. I licked, sucked, and tried to add as much saliva as possible, but I realised that it would not be enough to ease the insertion, so I pleaded with Aziz, “Master Aziz, please, let me add more lubrication so you can easily penetrate the cunt of my girlfriend and to stretch and deform her pussy.” He accepted, so I brought lubrication gel, and I started to spread it over the whole surface of his big cock.

Then asked Aziz, “Please, master, let me add lubrication to the cunt of my girlfriend so you can fuck her better.” When he nodded, I took gel and spread it on the vaginal lips of Aisha and inside her vagina. I began to think with sadness that it was the first time in months I was touching her, and it was for facilitating another man to fuck her. Meanwhile, Aisha was still, with her hands tied to the collar, breathing with fatigue, and resigned to her fate.

Finally, I thought that if she opened her legs, like during childbirth, it would be less painful, so I begged again: “Master Aziz, allow me to hold wide open the legs of my girlfriend so you can insert your cock more easily in her cunt.” He accepted again, so I knelt at the head of the mattress, with my knees at the sides of her head, took her knees, and pulled towards me and towards the sides. I lowered my head and looked at her with sadness, trying to ask for forgiveness with my eyes. She told me with her eyes that she understood.

Aziz knelt again between the now wide-opened legs of Aisha, put her cock between the lips of her vagina, and began inserting it. Again, the huge glans distended her vaginal lips, which were totally stretched and very tight. With the help of the lubrication, his cock entered slowly. I could see the pain in Aisha’s face while the huge cock was opening and separating the walls of her vagina. It was impressive to see that monstrous thing penetrating the vagina.

Although I know that the vagina is elastic and can dilate to allow the birth of a baby, I could not help but think that the vagina of Aisha could be deformed forever. And I couldn’t do anything against that group of men. Everyone was impressed with the sight of the huge cock entering Aisha’s body.

Finally, Aziz reached the bottom of the cervix of Aisha and began pulling out slowly until only the tip of his cock was inside Aisha. He began gradually to insert and withdraw his cock with increased speed, moving the body of Aisha, who was grunting with the ramming and whose breasts were moving forward and backward. His friends cheered and encouraged Aziz while he fucked Aisha. Fortunately, it seemed that each shove was easier and less painful. Finally, he pushed strongly to the bottom, kept still, and began cumming. He said, laughing, “Take all my cum directly to your womb. I hope you have a very good contraceptive system; otherwise, you will have many little Azizs.”

Ahmed said, “With this, I think we can end the day. Guys, you can stay and sleep in this living room, on the couch, mattress, and armchairs, and we will sleep as usual.” Hassan led me to the playroom, from where I could see how Ahmed lay with Aisha in bed, and chained me to the mattress, as usual. I found it very difficult to fall asleep after that horrible day, but finally tiredness got the better of me.

I woke up during the night to the touch of a hand. I opened my eyes and saw Aisha kneeling by my side. Probably they forgot to lock my door and chain her. I hugged her with all my heart. We cuddled together on the mattress, and she began to weep inconsolably. I caressed her head, saying, “I’m sorry ... I’m very sorry I can’t do more ... It’s hell for you ... They are totally disgusting people ... But no matter what happens, I love you and want to be with you ... We must resist together. Take heart!”

With my words and my touch, little by little, she began to relax. It was wonderful to be together again without those savages abusing and humiliating us. I continued caressing her head and her shoulders and enjoying the soft scent that was emanating from her body, in spite of all the sex.

I was trying to calm her down and relax her muscles with my hands. In the darkness, the senses were enhanced. The scent and touch were intoxicating. After all the events of the day, even without the chastity belt, I wouldn’t have tried anything sexual. My touch tried to transmit tenderness. Without realising it, my caresses gradually spread all over her body, and to this was added my mouth, with soft kisses on her skin. She remained lying on her back while I caressed and kissed her body, trying to heal both her body and her mind. I went through her whole body with my mouth, inhaling her scent. When I arrived at her sex, I licked it with my tongue, thinking that the gentle touch would soothe her pain.

She emitted a moan, and I raised my head quickly for fear of hurting her in an area that had been so badly assaulted during the day. However, she rested her hand on my head and gently pushed it down. I began to gently lick her vaginal lips and the entire area. After a while, I entered my tongue into her vagina. She had a strong and strange taste due to all the discharges she received. I continued licking softly, and after a time, the cum disappeared and the taste changed to something sweeter, her own flavour. I could feel the tension in her body fading away and being replaced by expressions of pleasure. I entered my tongue as far as possible into her pussy, licking and massaging the walls tenderly.

She began moaning, put her hands on my head, and began to press me against herself. For my part, I was so focused on providing her with relaxation and pleasure that I didn’t attend to my own needs. My cock swells lightly in an attempt to become erect, but the chastity belt quickly becomes painful and stops any progression. I went on like this for a long time. I listened as her breathing quickened; she began to pant and moan; I pressed my head harder against her sex; and she reached an orgasm. It was the first orgasm I provoked, and I felt very satisfied. She was finally getting something positive out of it to make up for all those horrible experiences.

I lay down next to her; we cuddled and fell asleep, relaxed for the first time in a long time.

We were rudely awakened by Ahmed shouting, “How do you dare, Slut? Sleeping with the Slave and forgetting to wake me up! And you, Slave, you are not allowed to touch my Slut without my permission!” Hassan and the other colleagues were also in the room, looking at us mockingly.

He tied Aisha spread-eagle to the usual frame and put on her a ball gag. Then he tied me to a bench and silenced me with another ball gag. Then he said, “It seems that she had not received enough ‘attention’ in her body and was looking for more. We will give her the ‘attention’ she wants.” He took a crop and started to flog her breasts with all his strength. She was writhing in pain with the terrible rain of lashes, especially targeted at her nipples. Her groans could be heard even with the ball gag. He continued for quite a while until she was immobile and seemed exhausted and unable to hold on any longer. When her breasts were red and criss-crossed by lashes, he stopped.

He headed towards me, saying, “You were chained, but you must refuse any approach from the Slut and let me know. Perhaps you miss ‘human touch’ too? Well, you will have ‘human touch’. “Guys, the asses of Slut and Slave are available and waiting for cocks, and of course, no lubrication. They need a ‘human touch’.”

Promptly, Omar was behind Aisha; he opened her ass cheeks with his left hand and guided his cock with his right to her anus. He entered the head of his cock into Aisha, causing her to wriggle because of the new pain in her ass. He grabbed her hips to immobilise her and continued pushing until all his cock was in her rectum. He then began sliding in and out of her anus with increasing speed, humping her. She was emitting a groan with each shove. He shared his opinions with his colleagues: “You were right, her ass is fantastic. Her buttocks are soft and elastic when I reach the bottom, and her hole is very tight. She is milking my cock.”

After a while, he came and withdrew from her. I could see cum leaking from her ass and sliding down her leg. Nasir replaced him and began sodomising Aisha.

Meanwhile, Hassan moved behind me, opened my anus, and began entering me with his big cock. Due to the lack of lubrication, the penetration was difficult and painful for me. I tried to relax, as I had learned, but it was not easy. His cock opened my sphincter, and the shaft of his cock penetrated into my rectum. I felt a ring of fire in my anus that was taut and stretched. I couldn’t help but gasp and pant. He stopped when his pubis touched my buttocks and began withdrawing. I felt as if my bowels were being pulled out. He started pounding me in and out, moving all my body. Finally, he came. I felt several warm streams of cum in my intestines.

When I looked around me, I saw that Nasir had finished sodomising Aisha, and Ahmed had replaced him in her ass. I could see more cum in the legs of Aisha, and I thought, ‘At least there is some lubrication, and she will suffer less’. Ahmed, who clearly wanted to punish Aisha, firmly grabbed her sore and sensitive breasts and began pounding her ass roughly. I couldn’t see any more because Aziz’s gigantic form blocked my view. He put his huge cock in front of my mouth and ordered, “Suck while I wait for the Slut.”

I didn’t know where or how to start to suck at this phenomenon of nature. I licked her glans and tried to coat his cock with as much saliva as possible. He then grabbed my head and began inserting his cock in my mouth. I had to open to the maximum my jaws, and even then, I had all my mouth filled just with the head and my lips stretched around his cock. He pushed, entering my mouth, and tried entering my throat, but his cock was too big; physically, it did not fit. I was gagging and retching, and I felt like I was going to drown. He tried several times without success.

I was saved by Ahmed, who had finished with Aisha, and said, “Aziz, you are too big for the mouth of the slave and for the ass of the Slut. I don’t want anyone to damage the ‘goods’, as we would no longer be able to enjoy them. But I’m thinking of a way for you to enjoy the Slut. Let’s all go to the bedroom.” He untied Aisha’s cuffs and ball gag. She was drained, and she had to be carried between the two of them. I was left in the playroom but could see the bedroom through the monitor.

In the bedroom, Ahmed ordered to lay Aisha face up with her head hanging at the foot of the bed, then he told Omar and Nasir to hold firmly the arms of Aisha against the bed. She was so tired that she was unable to move or resist. Ahmed then explained to Aziz: “In this position, with her head hanging, the mouth and the throat are aligned, and the opening is bigger. With your cock, you can’t fuck her ass, but that way you will be able to deep-throat her. Anyway, be careful not to damage anything.” I worried about Aisha. I could not believe that he could insert his huge cock in the mouth of Aisha.

Aziz began inserting his cock in Aisha’s mouth. Her lips were stretched around his cock. Only a small part of his shaft was inside her mouth, and she began gagging and retching. He ignored her discomfort and continued entering. He was holding her head and pushing forward with determination. Slowly, the whole cock was entering her mouth. I could see her throat distorted and dilated. She was struggling weakly against the suffocation she was feeling. Finally, his pubic hair was touching her lips, and his balls were over her nose and eyes.

He maintained the position until her face became red, and she began struggling desperately. Then he withdrew until only the tip was in her mouth. He fucked that way, her mouth and throat sliding in and out until, finally, he kept his cock in her throat and began cumming. I could see how his cock twitched and sent spurts and spurts of cum into her stomach. When he pulled out his cock, some of the cum still in the throat slid down the inside and came out through her nostrils.

After that, all the men rest. Aisha was unable to move, so she stayed in the same position. At noon, they went to eat something and returned to the bedroom. During the afternoon, all of them fucked Aisha in different ways and holes. Ahmed wanted to try to fuck Aisha and three men at the same time, so he organised it. He lay in bed. They put Aisha on top of him, kneeling with her knees at the sides of his waist, and he guided his cock to her sex. Then Omar went behind her and entered her ass, and finally Hassan penetrated her mouth.

The men moved at different rhythms, and she was managed like a doll. Ahmed was kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples; Hassan held her head while fucking her mouth and throat; and Omar was spanking her buttocks.

When they came, Nasir fucked her missionary. All afternoon, they continued using her body, which was finally covered in cum that was also oozing from her holes.

To finish off the afternoon, Aziz laid in bed, and Omar and Nasir put her on top of his cock. They let her impale herself. She was too tired to resist, and his huge cock began to enter her vagina. Thankfully, after being fucked so many times, she had a lot of lubrication with all the cum and was dilated and relaxed, so the penetration was not as painful as the first time.

Aziz held her hips and pulled towards his pubis until she was completely impaled by his huge cock. His cock should be in her cervix or her womb. He moved her body up and down so that his cock maintained only the tip inside her pussy, and then he penetrated her pussy completely. Her vaginal lips were wrapped tightly around his shaft as she went up and down. Finally, he cummed, and lots of cum came out between her lips and his cock.

They showered and dressed, and before leaving, Ahmed warned them very seriously: “Don’t say a word about this to absolutely no one. If the Religious Police find out, they will arrest and execute us all. And if they don’t, I will.”

Hassan and Ahmed showered Aisha, who was unable to move; they untied me, and I fell asleep.

The next morning, when Aisha woke up, her whole body ached, especially her anus and vagina, and she was hoarse. Ahmed gave her a painkiller and allowed her to rest a little before going to the office. The hoarseness and the pain healed after a few days.

They repeated the visits during two weekends more, during which they did more or less the same things, to fuck and use Aisha many times, although Ahmed was controlling them, so at the end of those weekends, Aisha was tired and sore, but less than the first time.

The third weekend, the morning of Friday, instead of receiving visitors, I saw how Ahmed dressed up Aisha with a black corset that pushed and emphasised her breasts, which were visible from her nipples upwards. Then he added a hood with holes for her eyes, nostrils, and mouth, and another hole for her hair, tied in a ponytail. He locked the hood with a small lock, and then she put on a pair of sandals. Finally, he covered her with a very large cape that concealed all her body, and then they left. They were out all weekend.

I spent the whole weekend at home, worried about what might be going on.

On Saturday night, they returned, carrying Aisha in their arms. She seemed faint or unconscious. I was very worried about her and asked Ahmed, “Please, Master, what has happened to the Slut? Is she sick?” he replied with a smile. “Don’t worry, she is only tired.”