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 Amanda's Egyptian Ordeal Part Three

   The following morning Amanda Fairfax slept in.  She was woken by a phone
call from Sir Charles to say that his trip was being extended for at least
another five days.  Once up thoughts of all that had happened swirled round
in her head and she realised that Colonel Aziz was right.  There was
nothing she could say that wouldn't get her branded as a liar or worse.  As
far as anyone was concerned the arrogant bastard could do anything he
wanted to her.  But it wasn't as simple as feeling angry because she had
her own guilty secret.  Just the thought of yesterday made her feel hot,
wet and excited.  Her fantasies once again filled with images of big, thick
Egyptian cocks...being caned and restrained and made to cum with that red
vibrator...and being fucked over and over again until she screamed.

   She knew that, despite everything she'd said she'd been excited and
aroused being dominated and controlled by Colonel Aziz.  Whatever she might
say...she knew that she would go back and risk using the swimming pool
again.

   She was still feeling excited and aroused by thoughts of yesterday as
she turned the shower on.  Knowing there was no-one else in the apartment
she slowly leaned back the let the fine stinging jets move down her
shoulders...then the upper slopes of her breasts...then...

   `Aaaaaaah!'

   The needles of warm water stung and vibrated the pink tips of her
breasts so hard that she twisted round to get out of the main force of the
shower and almost lost her footing on the slick tiles.  That was when she
discovered that a hard stinging hot shower was not a good idea if your
bottom was still bruised with sore, raised weals from a recent caning.  Any
though of another quick orgasm vanished as she hurriedly turned off the
shower, grabbed a towel and walked back into her bedroom.

   It was then that she realised she left her bag in the pool's changing
room.  Like it or not she would have to go back to Colonel Aziz's house
today and get it, hopefully before anyone was around.  She been in such a
state she'd left the damned bag on the changing room floor last night.  Not
only did it have her spare things in it but, more importantly, it had her
security and ID tags and phone as well.  Then she flushed red, remembering
the other thing that was in the bag...the little red vibrator the colonel
had used on her

   Damn, I have to get it now, she thought, before he's around.

   She pulled on another white thong remembering from yesterday to be
careful when easing the waist string up over the sore, red lines left by
the colonel's cane.  In her haste she didn't bother with a bra and slipped
on a simple cotton dress that buttoned up the front then scrabbled round
for her sandals.  She kept telling herself not to worry as she left the
apartment but still kept looking round anxiously.  She tried to ignore her
fears, after all she thought, I'm not doing anything wrong, I'll just go up
there, grab my bag from the changing room as quickly as possible and get
back to the apartment before anyone sees me, easy...no worries.

   The bag wasn't there.

   She searched round the small cabin quickly and quietly but nothing.  She
panicked, he must have it and her ID...oh fucking hell...what do I do now!

   'And who are you, please?'

   Amanda wheeled round in panic.  'S-sorry, I-I thought I left
something...my bag here...yesterday when Colonel Aziz...' She babbled then
stopped because facing her was a black-robed woman.

   'Ah, it was your bag I found.  My brother is away for a few days, you
must be Amanda, Amanda Fairfax isn't it?  Selim and Hamid have told me all
about you.' The woman smiled and Amanda felt the sudden flush of hot
embarrassment and arousal at the mention of the men's names and her knowing
emphasis on the word 'all'.  'I am Laila...I have an apartment.  Come, we
will go and get your bag.  My friend Nula has it, so don't worry.'

   The woman looked taller and older than Amanda but the enveloping black
robes Amanda knew was called an abuya and the usual black headscarf hid
most of her body although she was unveiled.  Amanda saw she had the same
strong features and olive skin as he brother and she certainly looked and
sounded equally commanding and dominant.  Her eyes were rimmed with kohl
and her lips full and very red.  Suddenly she smiled and walked forwards,
her hand appearing from a slit in the robes to touch Amanda's arm in a
gentle caress.

   'I-I d-don't know if I should, I must...' Amanda hesitated, embarrassed
that anyone else should know anything about what had happened in the cabin
but Laila reached up and gently brushed the blonde hair away from the
teenager's flushed cheeks.

   'Ah, he's been playing his games again, hasn't he?' She smiled and
leaned close to whisper, her breath hot against the girl's ear.  'Did he
fuck you hard...make you cum in there?' She chuckled softly at the girl's
shocked expression 'He did didn't he, go on, tell me how many times did he
make you cum, two, three...more?'

   'No, no please it was...I didn't...he did...I mean, oh yes, yes he did!
Three times I think.  But there was another man here...holding me...then
they both...both...but he said I can't tell anyone!' Amanda jerked away,
sudden tears trickling down her cheeks as she bit her lip in confusion and
embarrassment.

   'Of course you can't, except me and Nula, we're family.' Laila laughed
and her hands touched the trembling teenager's body, 'you're not the first
he's fucked in here...but young, English and blonde...that's special.  My
brother likes to fuck pretty young women and the cabin is so...convenient.
Oh yes, I know all about it and that's not all is it?' She stroked the back
of the girl's neck 'I can tell you liked it...that's why you came back
again didn't you?'

   Before Amanda could say anything Laila hugged her.  'Oh yes, little
blonde Amanda likes being told what to do and then being fucked and made to
cum...such a pretty young girl.' She ran her fingers through Amanda's
blonde hair, 'and such a colour...wonderful.' Her other hand caressed the
swell of Amanda's left breast and Laila's smiled widened as she felt the
girl's nipple rouse and harden under her expert touch.  'Ah nothing
underneath again...yes, I'm right aren't I...you liked being made to cum
didn't you, Mandy?'

   `No...no, I don't want to do...no, that's not right...you're a
woman...please don't touch me there!  Someone will come!' But her words
only made Laila chuckle as her fingers rolled and squeezed the now stiff
peak.

   'Now who's telling lies, you love me touching your nipples and,' her
hand slid under the hem of Amanda's dress and her fingers cupped the soft
bulge of the girl's cunt, 'down here.  Oh Mandy I can feel your panties are
getting wet too,' she laughed and her fingers stroked along the rim of the
girl's slit, 'just like the ones you left in there yesterday.' Her fingers
and thumb gripped the swollen outer lips sliding them gently against each
other.  'You're right though someone will cum, you're going to cum for Nula
and me very soon.' She slid her hand free and put her arm across Amanda's
shoulder guiding her towards the door.  'Now we must go, you have others to
meet.'

   Amanda Fairfax shivered in anticipation at the promise and allowed
herself to be led across the patio and lawn up to the colonel's sprawling
white house where a black Mercedes waited by the side door.  Nula was only
a little shorter than Laila but younger, in her mid twenties, Amanda
guessed.  The black robes concealed her figure but she had a lovely oval
face with large, dark eyes and full curving lips.  She threw her arms round
Amanda and kissed her on each cheek.  'Oh, he was right, such a colour.'
Like Laila she ran her fingers though Amanda's blonde hair, 'it's
wonderful...and those blue eyes too...no wonder Selim talked about you.'

   The two women exchanged knowing glances and Nula smiled and looked down
to where the girl's stiff nipples tented the taut cotton of her dress.  'So
you like playing with older ladies then, Mandy.' One finger traced round
the swollen peak of the girl's left breast.  'After all, men are
so...impatient...  but a woman knows all the places to make a girl cry out
with pleasure...you'd like that, would you?'

   Her other hand moved up so she could touch the girl's right nipple. 
Laila moved behind Amanda, her hands holding the teenager's upper arms,
pulling them behind her back very gently to make her push her breasts
forwards.  Amanda licked dry lips, her breath suddenly fast and shallow,
not trying to get away, while she let the two women play with her body so
wonderfully.  She whined in disappointment when Nula let her go, turned
away and opened the car door.

   'Time to go, Mandy, you get in the middle so you can sit between us.'
She waited for Amanda to climb in then hurried round to the other side. 
Laila smiled in anticipation and ducked her head to follow Amanda into the
back seat.  Once inside she gave the driver orders in Egyptian then pressed
a button.  A darkened privacy screen slid upwards between the front and
back seats.  The two women smiled across at each other as the fifteen year
old blonde girl wriggled uneasily on the leather seat between them.

   'My apartment is about half an hour from here on the other side of
Alexandria but since Sir Charles and Colonel Aziz are away,' Laila spoke
softly into her ear her hand stroking her thigh just along the hem of her
dress, 'you can find out about Egyptian woman instead of men.' While she
was speaking Amanda shivered in reflex when Nula licked the lobe of her
other ear.  She could feel the warmth of their bodies against her as she
tried to sit demurely with her hands clasped in front of her in her lap

   Nula trailed her fingers across Amanda's breasts again.  'So hard
already...let me help you,' she didn't wait for a reply before undoing the
top button of the girl's dress followed quickly by the next two.  One hand
slid inside and Amanda gasped as Nula's fingers touched the naked tip of
her breast.  'He said you were a big girl, oh so young and firm...and you
like me doing that don't you!' Her forefinger and thumb rolled and tugged
at the hard, pointed tip making Amanda squirm with growing pleasure.

   The two of them gently eased Amanda's thighs apart then Laila's hand
slid under the hem of her dress until her nails could scratch across the
taut, wet pouch of silk.  Soon Amanda moaned and spread her knees even
wider apart to let the Egyptian woman cup the hot, wet bulge of her cunt
lips once more.  Amanda Fairfax couldn't stop either of them touching her
body.  In truth, within a few minutes as she got more and more aroused by
the double stimulation she didn't want them to stop at all.

   'I-I-I Is it a l-l-long j-journey?'

   Laila turned a little more sideways and her fingers gently burrowed
under the elastic waistband of the girl's panties to touch the wet, swollen
rim of her cunt slit.  `Time enough for me to make you cum.  All you have
to do is sit back and enjoy the journey, Mandy...' Laila said softly into
the shivering girl's right ear.  One accomplished finger slid between the
lips...searching for the young girl's clitoris, `Look out of the window,
Mandy, you can see Alexandria while we bring you off.'

   `But I don't waaaaaah...oh...oh...oh please...ah...aaah, not there!  No
not there...AAAAH!'

   She suddenly clamped her thighs together but she was too late, the
woman's forefinger was already touching the little nub.  At the same time
Nula's fingers undid the rest of the buttons and folded the sides of
Amanda's dress back so she could tease and stroke Amanda's naked breasts
and their hard.  swollen nipples.  Listening to the girl's gasps and pleas
Laila and Nula just laughed at her feeble protests.  `Silly girl...of
course you want to.' Laila's finger moved gently.  `Let me just...that's
it...no, apart now...let me play with you...' One fingertip squirmed under
the hood to fret against the stem of her clitoris.  `Oh yes, you like it
when I do that don't you?'

   `Noooooo...whooo...w-w-whooo...WHOOOO!'

   There were no words, but none were necessary as Amanda's hips thrust up
against the intruding hands, her breathing fast and shallow, at her sides
her hands and fingers were white from gripping the edge of the leather
seat. Both women were busy now, one rolling and squeezing Amanda's nipples,
the other tormenting her clitoris to produce the most intense pleasures. 
Laila's whispered commands added to the stimulation as the two older women
used all their experience to bring the girl to orgasm as fast as possible.

   Within five minutes Amanda was arched up off the leather seat with her
feet braced wide apart and her hips bucking uncontrollably as she was
masturbated and fondled to her climax by those clever, expert fingers. 
There was no thought of resistance...or even protest...all she wanted was
for these two Egyptian woman to keep playing so wonderfully with her
breasts and clitoris so she could...'

   `YEEEEEES!  OH PLEASE...WHOOOO!  YES...WHOOOO...WHOOOO...YEEEEEEES!'

   Laila squeezed her own thighs, pressing them together and feeling the
thrill of her own arousal as the girl began to cum...riding her fingers and
desperate for that pleasure peak she knew was almost there.  She worked the
girl's clitoris harder; vibrating her thumb against the stem while her
fingertip flicked and tormented the exposed tip...finally pushing her over
the edge.

   `YAAAAAAH...YES...YES...THERE...THERE...OH...OH...GAAAAAAGH.YES!  Oh
PLEEESE...YES-YES-YES-YES...YES...I'm there...WHOOOOO...I-I-I'M
T-T-T-THERE!'

   The wet, slippery fingers continued to work the girl's clitoris and the
hard throbbing peaks of her breasts as she bucked and jerked with the
spasms of her orgasm.  `Oh yes, Mandy...yes I know you're there...go
on...cum a bit more...that's a good girl.' Nula ordered licking the soft
skin of her neck so her hot breath filled the girl's ear while Laila
continued to finger the girl's clitoris making Amanda jerk and wail as she
was forced to reach another climax almost immediately.

   When finally the two of them relented and took their hands away it was
Laila who touched her wet fingers to Amanda's lips.  `Clean them for
me...lick me clean, Mandy, there's a good girl.' Laila smiled contentedly
as she felt the girl's lips sucking her fingers while her tongue licked
them clean.  The two women exchanged conspiratorial glances.  It was going
to be a long and very exhausting day for young Mandy...especially now that
her cunt was all wet and sensitive.

   Laila looked out of the window letting Amanda get her breath back.  'Do
your dress up now, we're nearly there...after all you don't want to give
people the wrong idea, do you?'

   Two minutes later the car stopped outside a modern apartment block. 
Laila turned to Amanda.  `This is where I live.' Laila could sense the
girl's growing resistance now she was beginning to recover from their twin
assault.

   `No, no I think I want to be taken home, back to Sir Charles's apartment
I mean...'

   Nula's hand cupped Amanda's right breast through the thin cotton, her
thumb rolling across the tip.  Without warning her finger and thumb gripped
and tightened, pinching the lozenge of flesh.  Her voice was quiet and
suddenly very cold and cruel.  `Little girls don't have any choice in the
matter...like in the car...or with the colonel...you do as you're
told...and you will keep quiet about it...understand?' Her hand twisted and
pulled Amanda's nipple sending a sharp dart of pain through her breast. 
`Well, do you?'

   `Gaaaah!  Y-Y-Yes, yes...please, that hurts...please I'll do what you
say...'

   Her grip relaxed and she stroked the now hard and throbbing tip again
before opening the car door.  Laila looked at the two of them and said
calmly, `that's better...now follow me.'

   A smiling security guard nodded and bobbed his head as the three of them
walked to the elevator.  At the fourth floor the elevator opened onto a
tiled corridor.  There were numbered doors on either side.  Laila walked
down to 404 and pressed a code sequence on a discreet electronic keypad. 
After a short pause there was a buzz and click and Laila pushed the door
open.

   Inside was richly furnished and dimly lit.  Soft carpets muffled sound
and the lighting in the entrance was indirect.  There was a heavy perfumed
musk in the air and a low background of Egyptian music.  To Amanda Fairfax
the whole atmosphere was strange, exotic and arousing...with every movement
she was suddenly aware of how wet and slippery she was, her cunt, and
especially her clit, still swollen and sensitive from her earlier orgasm.

   `We don't need these any more,' Laila said.  Amanda felt uncomfortable
and embarrassed that Laila and Nula were taking their robes off.  Laila was
wearing matching scarlet bra and high cut panties underneath.  She had a
good figure, probably swimming or tennis, Amanda thought, with full heavy
breasts that showed a deep cleavage, the red silk taut enough that the
bumps of her nipples showed through and sheer enough to let her see the
darker circles her aureoles.  Amanda looked down and saw that a groomed
strip of black hair made a darker shadow on the vee of Laila's bikini
panties.

   Nula's body was slimmer with defined, toned muscles.  Her black bra
barely containing her firm high-riding breasts with pointed, stiff tips
while her panties were so brief and sheer they looked as though they had
been painted and on and showed every crease and fold of her shaved mound
and cunt.  Amanda could feel herself going red again as she looked from one
nearly naked woman to the other, still aroused and tingling from what they
had done to her in the car but also shivering with a mixture of fear and
excitement at the thought of what was going to happen next.

   `Mandy, I'm not going to tell you twice,' Laila said, flicking the edge
of the girl's dress, `take it off.' Both of them laughed when Amanda's
dress slithered to the floor and she instantly held her arms across her
chest.  Laila pulled her arms down.  `Don't be foolish...there no men
allowed in here...only women.  Besides, after the last few days...' Her
hand stroked Amanda's bottom and she looked surprised when the girl jerked
and cried out as her fingers touched the weals of yesterday's caning.  She
looked down in surprise.  `Aaaah, Mandy, Selim didn't tell me he'd done
this, look, Nula.' Laila chuckled and twisted Amanda round and pointed with
one finger as Nula leaned round to see what the fuss was about.

   Amanda shivered and trembled, biting her lips and jerking each time the
two of them traced their fingertips over the raised reddish-purple lines
lacing her bottom cheeks.  `Someone's keeping secrets, painful sexy
secrets, mmmm?' Laila's fingers touched the marks.  `How many did he give
you, was it six, ten, or more than that?' She put her finger under the
girl's chin and lifted her head up, 'and were you strapped down or just
bent over, Mandy?'

   `T-T-Twenty, he gave me twenty strokes while I was bent over...but
someone held m-me' She flushed scarlet, twitching and jerking from time to
time as Laila touched and fondled the tender globes.

   Nula licked her lips to look into Amanda's eyes with hot excitement. 
`Tell me, did he use a cane, one of those nice, thin ones?' Amanda had no
idea if there were any other kinds of cane so she just nodded.  `I bet it
made you cry...did you cry out, Mandy?' Amanda gave another reluctant nod
and Nula licked her lips again, her breathing suddenly deep and heavy, her
voice hot and cruel with arousal.  `But it made you feel hot and excited
too, didn't it?' Amanda just nodded again worried by the woman's obvious
excitement.

   Nula's fingers traced round the thin waist string of the trembling
girl's panties and across the bulge of taut fabric cupping her cunt.  Laila
chuckled as Nula's fingertips found the wet, slippery oval in the centre of
Amanda's panties.  `Oh dear I forgot that white always shows up any
moisture.' She lifted Nula's hand to her nose then licked her fingers.  `I
love the smell and taste of a girl's cum.' Nula nodded in agreement as took
Amanda's arm and steered her to a curtained opening in the far wall.

   `Some of my special friends meet here...friends who like young girls
too.'

   Beyond the curtain Amanda found they were in a large, airy open room. 
One wall was glass with a view out over the tops of the old town towards
the port area but shielded against people looking in by thin, vertical
blinds.  There was a thick carpet on the floor and comfortable chairs and
armchairs round the edges of the room leaving the central area open.

   Amanda saw that there were other women people in the room already.  Two
of them, one in her early thirties the other late fifties with grey hair,
both bare breasted but wearing bikini briefs were sitting upright on padded
dining chairs, close together and half facing in towards each other.  Three
or four others, like Laila and Nula in bras and panties, were gathered
round watching intently.

   A young, black girl was standing very close between the two of them with
her legs slightly astride.  Unlike the other two she was completely naked
and her body gleamed with oil.  The women were leaning in towards her their
outside hands each gripping one of her wrists very firmly to hold her in
position.  Their other hands were still hidden by the girl's body but
Amanda could see from the movement of their arms and shoulders that they
were doing something to make her shiver and squirm.  Amanda could hear the
soft gasps and broken wordless sounds from the young black girl and the way
her head twisted and shook each time they touched her.

   The girl's body was slim and wiry, a boyish figure from behind with a
taut rounded bottom and long legs.  Her oiled skin gleamed like polished
ebony, and the reflections from the lights were flickering and glinting as
her muscles twitched and clenched from whatever the women were doing to
her.

   Laila and Nula guided Amanda further round the room to stand near the
women but to the side where they could all see clearly.  Now Amanda could
see the girl's sharp, little face was screwed up with the pleasure of what
the two women were doing to her so slowly and expertly.  She had black
hair, trimmed so short it looked like a tight, black cap while her high
breasts curved out like plump glossy tusks, each capped with a hard,
upwards pointing nipple.

   From her new vantage point Amanda could see the girl's body was smooth
and hairless, except for a narrow strip of black curls down the curve of
her mound.  The trimmed strip of hair only emphasised the smooth nakedness
of the plump lips beneath and the deep, in-rolling slit of her cunt.  The
women on the right held the girl's left wrist in one hand while using the
other to caress those sharp, up-curved breasts and pinching and rolling
their hard tips in turn, her eyes fixed on the girl's face.

   The second woman, on the girl's left, had her left hand tight round the
girl's other wrist while the fingers of her right hand worked between those
plump labia, stroking and twisting relentlessly.  Like her companion, her
eyes were fixed on the girl's face.  Each slow movement of her fingers was
accompanied by a short question...and a further slow teasing masturbation
while she listened to and watched the girl's response.

   Amanda saw a tiny flash of the pink inner flesh of the girl's cunt each
time the woman's fingers moved.  She could feel herself getting even
wetter, her breath beginning to come in shorter, faster pants at the erotic
sight in front of her.  As she watched, she realised that the girl couldn't
bring her thighs together to shield the core of her body from the
tormenting masturbation, she was being held spread open by the position of
the women's legs.  Now she was lifting and falling on her toes, clenching
her buttocks and arching her back in a familiar sexual rhythm.  Amanda's
breathing became shallower and faster, knowing that the two women were
intent on making the black girl reach an orgasm very soon.

   Laila stood behind her, close enough so the shiny silk and the two hard
pebble points of her nipples pressed into the teenager's back.  `They say
she's fourteen...' she whispered, lips close to Amanda's right ear, 'but
she's probably younger...her name's Poppy...this is the third time they
will make her cum this afternoon.' Her arms circled under Amanda's and her
fingers teased the girl's breasts.  `Oh yes...you like watching older women
making a young girl cum like that do you?'

   `I-I-I-I d-d-don't...I mean...why?'

   Nula's hand on the other side stroked the hot, slick curve of Amanda's
bottom cheeks, one finger probing inwards to touch the bud of her anus very
gently `It's making you so hot watching those of us who enjoy young girls
and their pleasuring.  Oh no...no not yet for you...' she chided as Amanda
wriggled to increase the touch of those tormenting fingers.  `Both hands on
the back of that chair in front of you Mandy, just watch...you can tell
she's nearly ready to cum again ...'

   Amanda could feel her own sexual arousal building as she watched they
were doing to the girl so near to her...and what the two women were doing
to her.  Laila continued to stroke and roll Amanda's aching nipples while
Nula's fingertip touched and stroked the tender ring of her anus.  Soon the
black girl was straining up on tiptoe, her legs taut, muscles quivering and
her head thrown back as the women's skilful fingers brought her closer and
closer to her peak.

   Seeing the she was so near the woman who had been playing with her
breasts now changed the hand holding her wrist so she could slide her left
hand round and up between the black girl's bottom cheeks.  The woman moved
round to the girl's side to slide her forefinger slowly into her anus.  The
black girl jerked and her gasps of pleasure became louder when she felt the
woman's oily finger sliding deeper inside.  The woman looked at her
partner, smiled then started to work her finger in and out of the girl's
anus with a slow, deliberate fucking rhythm.

   After a minute or so she pulled her finger out and said something to her
friend.  She waited until the girl looked at her then held up two fingers
together Poppy obediently leaned forward and sucked them, her pink tongue
lapping round them until they were slick and shiny with her saliva.  The
woman laughed then slid her hand back between the girl's buttocks before
pressing both fingers deep into the girl's anus.  Poppy's head jerked back
and even from where she was, Amanda heard her gasp as her anus was
stretched open to the point of pain by the double impalement.  But the
woman didn't stop she just kept talking to the girl as she worked both
fingers in and out, probing deeper and deeper until the base of her hand
was pressing up against the stretched opening.

   Now the two women began thrusting into both openings of the girl's body
with long, deep strokes.  Poppy leaned forwards and clutched their
shoulders for balance, splaying her knees and bending in a part squat to
ride the double impalement harder and faster.  She started crying out in
her own language but, to Amanda, and all the other women in the room, the
language was unimportant.  Poppy was hooting and chanting to tell them that
she was CUUUMMMMING!

   The two women laughed as the young black girl suddenly bucked and jerked
uncontrollably as the force of her orgasm overtook her but they didn't
stop, or let her hands go.  They continued to masturbate their young
victim, their tormenting fingers, now slippery with her juices, buried deep
her vagina and anus.  They just laughed at the black girl's pleas and her
increasingly frantic efforts to free her hands so she could protect her now
so-sensitive cunt from their expert fondling.  Only after long, tormenting
minutes when she curled forwards and sank to her knees did they finally
relent.

   Laila touched Amanda's arm.  `Come this way,' she said and led her round
the room to another group of chairs.  This time it was Nula who took the
lead, her hand reaching between Amanda's thighs to stroke the taut, wet
fabric of her panties.  `Let me see you...' Amanda nodded unable to say
anything for the moment but all too aware that her cunt lips and the
trimmed blonde hairs on her mound were still wet and sticky from her orgasm
in the car.  Before Amanda could say anything the woman's fingers had
worked the waistband of her thong down until they could both see the
trimmed strip of blonde hair, now darker with the sticky juices that had
seeped from her cunt.

   Nula looked up to see Laila's smirk of pleasure then her fingertips
touched the wet curls, still beaded with the syrup of the girl's orgasm. 
`Still wet and so excited aren't you.' Amanda gasped and shivered as the
woman stroked and played with her pubic hair.  She touched the sodden
fabric of the girl's thong.  `These are all wet...you don't want to wear
wet panties, do you, Mandy?'

   All she managed to say was a stuttered, `N-no, of course not,' before
Nula had pulled her panties down.  Amanda gasped again as the elastic
scraped over the bruises covering her bottom.  Laila helped her take the
sodden panties off.

   `Show us again, Amanda,' she said quietly and turned her round so the
two of them could see the weals lacing Amanda's bottom and the top of her
thighs.  Amanda caught the sudden, shared glance of hot excitement as the
women looked more closely at the marks of yesterday's ordeal.

   `Tell me again, Mandy...did they tie you over a bar or was it a padded
bench?' Nula asked.  `Did they fuck you afterwards?'

   Amanda blushed.  `N-no...I was standing astride the b-bench...a man sat
on it and h-he held m-my hands while the Colonel used the...'

   The Colonel, you mean, Selim caned you?  Did you scream a lot?'

   `I-I-I...'

   It was Laila who noticed the girl's sudden hesitation.  `Someone held
you I think...' she smiled in sudden understanding.  'So perhaps there
something in your mouth while you were being caned...something that stopped
you making all the noises you wanted?'

   `Yes, yes, I-I-I c-couldn't scream loudly...'

   Both of them smiled at each other.  The answer was obvious but in this
game it was more fun making the English girl admit what she'd been doing.
`Go on, Mandy,' Laila said, `what were you doing?'

   `I-I-I w-was...'

   `No, don't make excuses, you were doing what, exactly, Mandy,' Laila
said, her fingers playing with the naked tips of the girl's breasts.  `Oh,
they're so pink...oh that's beautiful' She squeezed them gently with just
enough pressure to warn, not enough to hurt...yet.

   Laila smiled.  `Go on...tell Nula and me what you were doing with your
mouth that stopped you crying out, Mandy.' She pressed closer against the
girl's back and Amanda was suddenly aware that she must have taken her bra
off too because she could feel the woman's thick, hard nipples and the soft
warmth of her breasts sliding against the perspiration on her back.

   `I-I-I was m-made to s-s-s-suck his p-p-penis' Amanda whispered, staring
at the floor her face burning with embarrassment.  She went even redder as
both of them just laughed.  `H-He h-held me and pulled me down so I had to
do it...I couldn't stop him!'

   `So you sucked and licked the man's penis till he came didn't you...your
tongue licking round that big, thick cock...letting slide into your
throat...then your mouth filled with all that hot, slippery juice, spurting
all over your mouth and cheeks...making you sticky...was it like that,
Mandy?' Laila teased, while her fingers kept rolling and squeezing the
English girl's nipples as they questioned her.

   Amanda nodded.  `Yes...and every time the Colonel used the c-cane and I
screamed on his penis it made Ham...' She managed not to reveal the name,
`the man's cock jerk and get even harder.' She shivered, pressing her
thighs together as she recalled the feel and taste of his cock filling her
throat then the taste of hot semen spurting round her lips and dribbling
down her chin as the man called Hamid had held his hands clamped round her
head as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.

   `That sounds just like Hamid...no don't worry, your secret's safe with
Nula and me,' Laila interrupted.  `Hamid is actually Major Hamid Mansour,
someone we know all about, he works with Selim, I mean the colonel.  I had
a feeling earlier that he might be there too...' Laila said.

   Laila pulled the girl's nipples upwards.  `Now you're undressed stand up
straight and let us look at you properly.' Amanda straightened up, trying
to ease the hard, pinching pressure on her breasts.  Laila chided.  `Now
come on, Mandy, where did Selim and Hamid teach you to put your hands when
someone wants to look at you?'

   Amanda trembled at the sudden memory of those other times...standing
naked while the men had looked at her.  She was suddenly hot and so wet as
she thought about yesterday...  standing astride Selim Aziz's legs with
Hamid Mansour behind her, his wet cock touching her back, as he made her
put her hands behind her head.  Then his big hands holding her still and
ready for the Colonel to use the buzzing studs of that little red vibrator
along the slit of her cunt.

   She lifted her hands and locked her fingers together behind her head
then braced her elbows back so her breasts jutted up even more.  `Do you
mean like this, Laila?'

   In her excitement she didn't notice the others gathering to watch.  The
two women who had been masturbating the black girl were suddenly close to
Laila, talking softly in Egyptian, their eyes hot and eager at the sight of
a young naked English girl.  At Laila's knowing nod they moved even closer.

   Amanda shivered and mewed with pleasure, excited by the thought of being
watched as she was made to cum...again.  She felt Nula's fingertips
feathering along the rim of her slit, the nails scratching the outer lips
of her cunt lips in a maddening caress that made her legs tremble.  Laila
stayed behind her, her hands stroking her shoulders, around her flanks then
up on either side to tease and caress the firm mounds of her breasts.

   Then, suddenly there were other hands, strong hands holding her wrists
and stretching her arms out wide on each side while other lips and tongues
began to lick and flicker against the hard, aching peaks of her breasts.

   `N-N-No...no...please...no don't ha-aaaaah PLEEESE!' She cried out and
tried to free herself fro their grip.

   `Don't be foolish, Mandy, all they want to do is help you cum.  Have you
ever had a woman licking your clitoris, Mandy...or made a woman cum?' Laila
whispered as the girl heaved and whimpered under Nula's tormenting
exploration.  Amanda stuttered and Laila heard the evasion in her silence
as she struggled to think of what to say.  Nula giggled and stroked one
finger backwards and forwards along the rim of the English girl's slit,
spreading the wetness, rousing her so the lips swelled and parted to reveal
the wet inner folds and the still hooded nub of her clitoris.

   Behind her back, one of the women who had been fingering Poppy knelt to
probe the bud of Amanda's anus with a slippery fingertip into.

   `NAAAAAH...DON'T...N-NOT T-THERE!  P-P-PLEEESE!

   They all smiled and laughed softly when the English girl they were
holding arched back, her head shaking as she tried to stop the twin
assaults on her clitoris and anus.  Laila whispered in her ear, licking the
lobe as she did so...  'Oh let me guess, one of your teachers at
school...what did she do...lick your clit or use her fingers to make you
cum?'

   Amanda squirmed as that probing finger wormed just a little deeper. 
Nula, knowing exactly what the other woman was doing to the girl, leaned
forwards using the tip of her tongue to flick against the lighter pink
pearl of Amanda's clitoris.  The women around laughed at the way Amanda was
arching and bucking at the expert stimulation being applied to her nipples,
cunt and anus.

   Nula slid two fingers into the girl's already slippery vagina, crooked
slightly to find that special place she knew would bring her off so
quickly. She paused for a moment and shared a fierce grin of pleasure with
Laila and the other women, knowing that in the days to come young Mandy
would cum and cum again for them as they enjoyed her pink and blonde body.

   `Go on, tell all of us, Mandy.'

   `GAAAAH!' She cried out and lifted on tiptoe when the woman's second
finger stretched the opening of her anus even wider.  ` I-I-It was in the
showers...she, Miss Kendrick, used to watch us in the showers.  Then one
night I was late and I walked in as she was...t-touching herself...using
the soap.' She stopped...remembering that evening as the young,
boyish-looking teacher had looked up and seen the naked fourteen year old
watching her.

   Amanda's first instinct to turn and run away...then Miss Kendrick's
smile and her hands guiding Amanda into the shower with her...her fingers
touching her breasts then moving down to touch the puffy lips...whispering
endearments as she brought Amanda on.  Amanda remembered touching Miss
Kendrick's cunt...her shock at the sudden slippery warmth as her fingers
slid between another woman's cunt lips for the first time.

   Amanda remembered the dizzy thrill as the young lesbian teacher played
with her clit then gently explored her vagina...and her sudden smile as her
finger slid up inside Amanda's body and she began to fuck her slowly and
carefully while continuing to play with the girl's clitoris with the finger
of her other hand.  Amanda had copied her movements, clumsy and fumbling
but it was obvious that she was doing the right things because Miss
Kendrick was also on the brink of cumming.

   The water continued to drum on their shoulders as their fingers moved
faster and faster until both clutched each other, bucking and gasping then
both of them convulsed with the jerking spasms of their orgasms.  But that
was where it had ended...as Miss Kendrick turned the shower off and grabbed
a towel there was a sound in the corridor outside the changing rooms. 
Amanda found herself hurried into her uniform and into hiding round the
other side of the changing room just before the door opened and the deputy
head peered in at Miss Kendrick suspiciously.

   Amanda wasn't caught...but Miss Kendrick didn't come back after the
Easter break and the rumour round the school was that she had been caught
doing something naughty with one of the younger girls.  All Amanda was left
with was the memory of that one, wet and brief lesbian encounter a year
ago.

   `S-she made me cum w-with her f-fingers...in the showers...just
once...soon after she was caught with another girl and s-sacked.'

   Laila's fingers moved across the girl's smooth skin, making her shiver
as her hands stroked the creases of her thighs.  `Hold her open,' she
ordered.  Other hands reached across, eager fingers spreading the girl's
cunt lips apart revealing the wet inner folds.  `Mandy, let her taste you
properly.' Her fingers pressed against the girl's mound just above her cunt
slit, forcing the shiny pearl tip of her clitoris to jut out from its hood.

   Hah...ha-aaaah...w-w-whoooo!  Oh...OH...OOH...WHOOOOOOOO!  PLEEESE!'

   Amanda Fairfax couldn't care she was a young English girl being made to
cum by four older Egyptian women, no, all she could concentrate on was
Nula's tongue flicking the exposed tip of her clit while her fingers probed
deep into her vagina.  She rode a tormenting double impalement with the
women behind Amanda using long, deep strokes with two fingers sliding deep
inside the girl's anus in time with Nula's expert licking of the girl's
clitoris.

   `GAAAAH!  FUUUUUUUUCKKK!  HAAAAAH...HUH...HUH...HUH...YAAAAAAAAAH! 
WHOOO!  YES, WOOOOO...YEEEEES!'

   Amanda arched back, perched on the tips of her toes, her muscles taut
and quivering as Nula's fingertips stroked that special place inside her
vagina.

   `Oh yes, yes, Nula...there...just there...that's the place,' Laila said
licking her own lips as the girl's cries and frantic movements signalled
she was on the brink of cumming.  Other eager fingers pinched and rolled
Amanda's nipples while the fingers in her anus moved deeper and faster. 
One hand twisted in Amanda's sweat-matted blonde hair turning her head so
she was looking straight into Laila's eyes.  `Go on, Mandy...go on...look
at me...LOOK!  LOOK AT ME!  Feel how good it is, yes?  Nula's making you
cum isn't she...ISN'T SHE!  Go on, Mandy, tell me!'

   `P-P-P-PLEEE...OH FUCK!  YUH-YUH-YUH!  C-C-CUMMMING, I'M CUMM...HAAAH!
HUH...HAAAH!  OH PLEEESE...OH PLEEESE...THERE...I'M THEEEEEERE!  YAAH!!'

   The women laughed and joked in their own language, as the English girl
bucked and wailed in a series of jerking, heaving spasms.  They all knew
she had cum when her body shook and a deep red flush spread up from her
breasts to her cheeks.  In their cruel sexual delight they paused for a
moment, enjoying the sight of a young girl shuddering in the throes of her
orgasm while they held her.  But they had no intention of letting her rest.
Hands stroked her body then the skilful expert fingers found the trigger
points of her nipples, anus and clitoris once again.  Their comments and
laughter only grew louder as they listened to Amanda's frantic cries of
`PLEEEEZE!  I'VE CUM...I'VE CUM...I'VE CUM!  PLEEEEESE!' They kept her
crying out and jerking as they continued to masturbate her without mercy
until another series of wild, heaving spasms signalled they had brought her
to her second desperate orgasm in just a few minutes.

   'Such a good girl,' Laila purred and stroked the wet, blonde strands
from Amanda's face looking at the eager lust-filled gaze of the women
holding her gleaming, sweat-soaked body still shaking and twitching from
their attentions.  Before anything else could happen another woman stood
framed in the doorway shouting something that Amanda couldn't make out. 
Laila and the others stared across at the newcomer their voices rising in a
babble of Egyptian.

   Nula pulled Amanda to one side and thrust an abuya into her hands.  'Put
it on quickly, we don't have much time.' Amanda stared at the black robe in
her hands her mind still lost in the aftermath of her repeated sexual
climaxes.  'Don't just stand there...put it ON!  We have to leave...the
police, they are searching the whole building there has been a report of
extremists on the roof...you do not want to be found here.'

   But...but I don't understand this is Laila's apartment, she said...' her
voice muffled but the folds of cloth as she struggled to pull the robe down
over her head.  'My things...I don't have anything on!'

   'And who will know that...here, let me help you with the head
scarf...the veil...the loops go over the ears...no across the nose.' Her
fingers fiddled with Amanda's hair making sure the headscarf covered the
tell-tale blonde strands.  'Say nothing and look down...there is a back way
and the car will take you back home.' She grabbed Amanda's arm through the
cloth and hurried her across to a second door.

   Amanda was given no chance to stop and think.  She was hurried out of
the side door and into the car.  Nula gave the driver instructions, the
door slammed and she was driven away alone and at speed.  Half an hour
later she was being dropped back at the apartment complex, tired, sore and
confused.  It was only as she let herself back into her uncle's apartment
she realised that she had still not managed to retrieve her bag from
Colonel Aziz's house.

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