Arabian Nights
By
Michele Nylons

Part Six – The Conclusion

Michele sat sobbing as she told Sarina about being taken forcibly by Jamhal, the Cabal’s vicious pimp. She told Sarina how Jamhal had justified his actions because Michele was no longer unsullied.

“Sullied, unsullied - it means nothing to the Cabal. You are their property and it is forbidden for anyone to touch you other than the Cabal or those they have given permission to do so,” Sarina explained.

“Like you?” Michele eyed her mentor, smiling mischievously.

“Like me,” Sarina smiled back and stroked Michele’s stocking-clad thigh.

“Eek, pimp come!” she giggled and wiped her fingers on Michele’s skirt.

“Stop it Sarina this is serious!” Michele shuddered and Sarina put a friendly arm around her shoulders.

“I know Michele. That fucking arsehole has forced himself on some of the others here too; and if you think about it, he is the source of all their misery. He is the one the Cabal sends to hunt down their slaves,” Sarina replied.

“But I think I finally have a plan to take the fucker down. It’s complicated, but it might just work now that you are here,” Sarina went on.

“Why because I’m here?” Michele asked.

“Because you have something none of us girls have,” Sarina winked.

“Let me talk to some of the others because we will need some cooperation and I will get back to you soon.”

“Now clean up and go to bed my little tranny girlfriend,” Sarina kissed Michele on the lips, briefly slipping her tongue into Michele’s mouth but quickly retracting it.

“Good night sweetie,” Sarina called as she headed for the door.

The next day arrived and Michele waited patiently for her muse to arrive.

“So here is my plan; it’s complicated but there is no reason it won’t work,” Sarina and Michele sat smoking in Michele’s room, sharing a bottle of Pinot noir.

Sarina went on to explain:

“The Cabal have had problems in the past with some of their trusted servants, shall we say, ‘tasting the wares’ without permission.”

“Of course this cannot be tolerated and transgressors pay the ultimate price. But…. The Cabal insists that there is compelling evidence against the alleged offender; they will not take the word of a puta over one of their own.”

“We will have to manufacture such evidence against Jamhal. This will involve taking his DNA and placing it in a very compromising place.”

Michele frowned quizzically so Sarina went on to explain.

“His jizz will need to be found in a pussy it has no business being inside,” Sarina smirked.

“As well as camera surveillance, the Cabal use simple DNA tests, sometimes called ‘rape kits’ to determine if one of their chattels has been violated.”

“We will need to provide evidence that meets both of these proofs and we will also need a willing collaborator. In this case Simone,” Sarina went on.

“You know Simone, the fair-skinned English rose, barely out of her teens, not long arrived?”

Michele had briefly met, if you could call it that, a number of the Cabal’s sex slaves during various orgies but not Simone, so she shook her head.

“This will work out even better then as there will be nothing to link you to Simone. Let me explain exactly how this is going down.”

And so she did. Michele listened attentively and only interrupted when she needed clarification. It was a daring and dangerous plan but if it succeeded, it will have been well worth the risk.

“As you know, Jamhal is employed by the Cabal to provide them with a stable of beautiful young girls. He is paid well but the girls must be unsullied, that is their virginity must be in tact,” Sarina explained.

“But as I have told you, Jamhal can’t keep his cock to himself and almost all cases Jamhal tastes the wares before he delivers them.”

“But........” Michele asked; but Sarina quickly interjected.

“Yes! So how does he deliver them unsullied? You should know. How do you have intercourse but keep the lady’s hymen in tact?” Sarina posed.

Michele was confused but then it became obvious. Sarina saw the understanding dawn in Michele’s eyes.

“Exactly! And that is why the girls all hate him. Yes they hate him because he abducted them, but they hate him even more because he has taken them anally against their will while they were drugged.”

“Oh my god!” Michele explained.

“None of the girls are willing to help us even though they hate him; except for Simone. But she has one condition. Jamhal does not get to have any form sexual congress with her.”

“And that’s where you come in. Jamhal’s seed must be found on her and there must be evidence of intercourse; non-censual and brutal intercourse. The rape kit will identify his DNA but a doctor will also examine Simone and state that she has been vaginally violated,” Sarina put a steadying hand on Michele’s knee.

“Simone has agreed to be, shall we say, violated, by you. She is in fact a little curious about what it would be like to have a lesbian experience with a lady who actually has a penis,” Sarina could not help giggling.

“Yes, that’s right. She wants to explore this sexual fantasy whilst at the same time getting revenge on Jamhal.”

“Really?” Michele was quite taken aback.

“You need to realise that Simone is, well she’s an Essex girl if you know what I mean. Although a virgin when taken she had been around the traps as they say. Jamhal found her giving handjobs in a London massage parlour of all places.”

Michele and Sarina both broke into fits of laughter.

“So I have to..................”

“Yes Michele, you get to use that appendage of yours for what it was intended,” Sarina smirked.

Sarina explained the remaining intricacies of the plan to Michele, who paid close attention.

Michele was required to service the Cabal later that afternoon but she made sure she didn’t orgasm during the prolonged sex party. She was horny and excited when she returned to her room and found Sarina waiting. Sarina’s crossed legs were clad in shimmering hose and one of her high-heels dangled from her delicate toes. She was wearing a navy blue business suit, lashings of makeup and her perfume wafted across the room. Michele’s penis stirred in her panties, tenting her skirt.

Sarina smiled at Michele’s obvious arousal.

“Good you will be well ready when the time comes; now get changed and let’s get this done.”

Michele douched Sadam’s semen from her rectum, showered, freshened her makeup and selected a black and red satin bustier fitted with satin suspender straps to which she clipped black, sheer, fully-fashioned stockings. She pulled on a pair of red nylon panties, slid on her black sling-back high-heels, sprayed herself with perfume and was ready.

Sarina led Michele down the corridor to one of the other rooms and used her passkey to open the door. Michele and Sarina entered and Sarina locked the door behind her.

Sitting on the bed was a voluptuous young girl maybe nineteen. She had pale skin and red hair, her face was perfectly made-up and her bright red lips looked plump and inviting. She was wearing a white satin dress, the hem just above her knee, the fabric tight around her pert breasts. Her legs were clad in sheer flesh-toned hose which glittered in the lamplight, her feet clad in white high-heel pumps. She looked almost virginal.

“Simone meet Michele; Michele, Simone,” Sarina made the introductions.

“We all know the plan so let’s not fuck around and get this show on the road. I’ve contacted Jamhal and he is on his way here now, he thinks you two are going to give him a special treat so make sure you play your parts.”

“So long as that dirty fucker doesn’t put his filthy cock in me I’m happy to go along, I want that vicious, violating bastard to get his!,” Simone spat in an Essex accent.

“Don’t worry Simone; Jamhal will soon be history,” Sarina said and slipped behind an expensive silk screen just as there was the sound of keys rattling in the door.

“Quick, let’s make this look good,” Simone squealed and pulled Michele to her.

Michele entered the miasma of perfume surrounding Simone and their lips met, lipstick smearing, and tongues intertwining. Michele’s cock sprang to attention as Simone held Michele in a tight embrace, their bodies rubbing against each other, the satin of Michele’s bustier rustled against the satin of Simone’s dress, the feeling was ecstatic to both.

Michele’s cock became fully engorged and Simone’s vagina moistened.

“Cor I’ve wondered what it would be like being with another girl but this is just so fucking horny,” Simone whimpered into Michele’s neck.

Michele eased Simone prone on the bed and fell on her; their sheer-nyloned legs entwined as their lips crushed against each other’s, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Michele dry humped the prone girl lying beneath her, her turgid penis straining against her sheer nylon panties.

“Don’t come yet honey; that would fuck up the plan,” Simone giggled into Michele’s panting mouth.

Michele watched as the expression on Simone’s face changed from lust to disgust. Jamhal had entered the room and was locking the door behind him.

“Ahh! The mukhannath shermuta and the little English puta with the foul mouth! What have we here; something the Cabal would not condone I’m sure!” Jamhal’s eyes gazed wickedly at the two sexily dressed women.

Jamhal strode over to the corner of the room, undid the sash around his waist that Michele knew to be a 'kamarband’ and threw it over the surveillance camera mounted in the corner of the room.

“We wouldn’t want anyone to spy on our little party would we my little veshyas!” Michele knew this was Hindi for whores.

“Sarina called and told me that you two were up to no good; and you, you crossdressed puta, I’ll find out how you got in here soon enough but first we have some business to take care of,” Jamhal began to shuck out of the traditional garments he was wearing.

“Don’t let him touch me please Michele,” Simone whispered in Michele’s ear.

Michele stood and strode over to Jamhal and put her arms around him. She slipped her tongue in his mouth reached down and gripped his thickening penis.

“Please Jamhal, let me service you; leave the little English rose alone,” Michele panted in his mouth as she slowly stroked his engorged member, rubbing the sensitive frenulum against her stockinged thighs.

“I’ll taste the rose soon enough but you may get me prepared,” Jamhal grunted and pushed down on Michele’s head.

Michele knew what the swarthy Indian wanted and dropped to her knees and took his throbbing phallus in her mouth. Having been a sex slave for nearly a year and a half Michele knew how to give perfect fellatio. She trilled her tongue along the coronal ridge of Jamhal’s glans and then slowly sucked the shaft, moving her lips all the way to the base of his penis and back until just the head was between her lips. She slavered at the glans of his member and felt if throb as she once more sucked on it.

“Oh you fucking whore; you know how to get me going. One more little suck from you and I’m going to fuck that little girl lying on the bed.”

“You remember how hard I fucked your tight English arse when I found you; saving your virginity so the Cabal could squabble over your maidenhead? Well once this mukhannath shermuta has me rock hard I’m going to fuck your tight pussy just as hard,” Jamhal taunted.

Simone sat on the bed transfixed as she watched the attractive transvestite suck the dark meat; her vagina was getting wetter. Even though she despised the Indian slave merchant, the sight of the seductively dressed tranny slurping on his cock was getting her aroused and ready for what was to come next.

Michele saw Sarina’s shadow appear behind Jamhal and when Sarina’s stockinged feet came into view she bit down on the base of Jamhal’s penis and reached up and squeezed his scrotum whilst twisting it at the same time; it gave her immense satisfaction when Jamhal screamed. His head flew back in pain and Sarina pounced and smothered his face with a chloroform soaked cloth until he fell to the floor.

Jamhal gradually came out of his daze and immediately became aware that he was trussed up tight and couldn’t move. He was tied to a brass pole directly across from the foot of Simone’s bed. His now flaccid penis still throbbed from the bite Michele had inflicted on it but it soon began become turgid once again..

Directly in front of him Michele was straddling Simone and humping away at her. Simone’s dress had ridden up to reveal sheer-to-the waist pantyhose and white satin panties; Michele’s cock encased in her own red nylon panties was rubbing all over Simone’s crotch and she was pushing her groin up to meet Michele’s thrusts.

“A beautiful sight isn’t it?” Sarina whispered in his ear, but he could not answer as he was gagged.

Jamhal couldn’t take his eyes off the sexy tranny and pretty maid rutting in front of him and his cock soon reached full tumescence.

“Good; that’s what we need,” Sarina grinned.

She ripped open a condom packet and rolled the rubber onto Jamhal’s erect member, stroking his shaft as she did so.

“Fuck me you bitch. Do me rough! Take me!” Simone groaned.

Michele was close to orgasm, the feel of her stockings against Simone’s slinky hose, the sensation of her panty-clad cock rubbing against Simone’s satin panty gusset was incredible. Both Michele’s and Simone’s panties were soaked with their respective juices.

Michele raised a spiked heel and dragged it down Simone’s dress tearing the fabric from crotch to hem. She did it again, grinding her cock into Simone’s panty-clad labia. Simone groaned and pushed back against the hard tranny-cock chafing at her soaked panties; the head of Michele’s penis pushing against the layers of knickers and pantyhose and nestled in her thick folds of her labia, rubbing on her clitoris and driving her wild.

“Oh fuck me you tranny whore!” Simone groaned.

Sarina continued to stroke Jamhal’s now pulsing penis; feeling it swell in her fingers as she worked away at his shaft.

Michele worked a long, red-nailpolished, manicured finger into the gusset of Simone’s pantyhose and tore a hole big enough to inset a finger. She gave Simone’s clitty a quick rub invoking a shudder from the small maiden lying beneath her.

Then she hooked a couple fingers into the hole and tore out the crotch of Simone’s pantyhose. She quickly released her hard cock from her own panties and pulled aside the gusset of Simone’s panties and slid her turgid cock deep inside the English rose.

“Oh God! Fuck me Michele,” Simone moaned.

Simone’s vagina was slick with lubricant but tight and Michele nearly came as her hard penis slid slowly in and out of the pretty girl wriggling beneath her. Their lips crashed together and their tongues entwined. Simone raised her legs and wrapped them around Michele’s waist; the feel of her silken hose was voluptuous and enticing. Simone crossed her ankles behind Michele’s back and pushed up to meet her thrusts, Simone’s tight sheath gripping Michele’s throbbing cock.

“Do me babe; do me fucking hard!” Simone screamed.

Michele jackhammered her cock in and out of the tight, slick cunt, deliberately being brutal. It was an awesome sensation but also serving a practical purpose as her hard phallus bruised Simone’s tight sheath and chafed her vaginal lips.

“I’m going to come honey; I can’t hold back!” Michele gasped.

“You know what to do babe,” Simone groaned as her own orgasm wracked her body.

Michele exploded deep inside the young woman and after allowing Michele to ejaculate a few times inside her, Simone forced Michele’s penis out of her so that Michele’s seed sprayed all over Simone’s crotch and the tops of her thighs. Thick ropes of semen congealed on her ripped panties and nylons.

Sarina furiously wanked away at Jamhal’s member until he couldn’t hold back and exploded; flooding the tip of the condom with hot semen.

Michele and Simone barely had time to recover because the next part of the plan was crucial to its success.

Sarina placed the chloroformed rag back over Jamhal’s face and once again he was comatose.

Michele tore at Simone’s dress, reducing it to tatters and then ripped her panties to shreds, leaving them flimsily clinging to her body.

“I’m sorry,” Michele said and then slapped Simone across the face brutally hard.

“Again!” Simone commanded and Michele slapped her again, raising red welts on her pretty face.

Sarina untied Jamhal and with Michele’s help dragged him over to the bed.

“I know this will be the worst part of my plan for you Simone but it’s essential,” Sarina apologised to the ravaged girl lying on the bed.

“Just do it! Get it over with!” Simone replied and gritted her teeth knowing what was coming next.

Sarina removed the kamarband from the surveillance camera and came back over to the bed.

Michele and Sarina positioned Jamhal between Simone’s thighs. Although comatose, from a distance it looked like Jamhal was fucking Simone; the illusion helped by Simone who writhed beneath him, her legs splayed as she pretended to fight him off. She raked her fingernails down his back and then reached out, scrambling away at the bedside table until her fingers settled on a large crystal ashtray which she lifted and smashed against the side of Jamhal’s head. She then pushed his dead weight off her and sat sobbing on the bed covered in semen, her clothing in tatters.

“Alright, enough!” Sarina ordered.

“Now for the most horrid bit for you I’m sorry Simone,” Sarina said.

She unrolled the condom off Jamhal’s semi-erect cock, carefully ensuring the contents did not leak. She dribbled the warm spend all over Simone’s thighs and labia and pushed some of the sticky fluid inside Simone’s vagina.

“They won’t be testing for Michele’s DNA just Jamhal’s but all that semen will look like he gave you a right fucking,” Sarina explained.

“Now leave the bastard on the floor for at least five minutes before you press the alarm; that will give Michele and I enough time to get to our rooms and for me to start editing the surveillance tape,” Sarina nodded to the camera positioned in one high corner of the ceiling.

Michele and Sarina both hurried back to their rooms. Michele showered and changed. Sarina logged into the security system and quickly bought up the video feed from Sarina’s cell. As the ‘Mistress of the Whores’, as the Cabal had named her, Sarina had many privileges and duties. She can open any of the cells, she has access to the security system and she can come and go as she pleases within the confines of the ‘Whores Palace’ as the Cabal refer to their stable of concubines.

Sarina brings up the digital video feed of Simone’s room and rewinds to the part where Jamhal throws his kamarband over the camera and then fast forwards to where she removes it from the camera. She edits the video, removing the parts whenever she and Michele and are in frame and then quickly replays the edited version.

On the screen in front of her you can distinctly see Jamhal stride into the room and throw his kamarband over the camera and then she him rutting away at Simone a few minutes later. Then you see Simone crashing the crystal ashtray into his head and him falling off her as she hits the alarm. The following images show Simone curled on the bed sobbing and Jamhal unconscious on the floor.

Sarina saves the file and then brings up the live feed from Simone’s cell. She grins when she sees Jamhal being dragged to his feet and taken away by two burly Arab men; the Canal’s trusted enforcers.

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Almost a year later Michele sits in front of the mirror in her room at the Burj Khalifa hotel putting the final touches to her makeup. She admires her pert breasts, the surgery performed by the best plastic surgeon in Singapore who had also performed a tracheal shave, buttock augmentation and some facial feminisation. Michele scoffed when she was offered genital surgery as part of the package; she loved her cock far too much to remove it and besides Sarina would not have permitted it.

Michele is now completely passable as a woman but she remains a pre-operative transsexual, having no wish to fully change her gender although she had the funds and resources to do so if she pleased.

“Are you ready for me honey,” a voice calls through the open door to the adjoining room.

“Oh yes my love,” Michele stands awaiting her lover.

A voluptuous dark-skinned woman enters; her heels click-clacking on the tiles. She is tall, at least six feet, she wearing a black chiffon tight pencil skirt that emphasises her small waist and clings to her thighs, the hem rests about six inches above her knees. He legs are clad in dark shimmering hose, her feet in black patent-leather pumps. She is wearing a green satin blouse open to the third button and her large firm breasts are barely contained in the lace cups of her black satin brassier. Her jet-black hair has been straitened and hangs to her shoulders, her eye makeup and ruby red lipstick lips accentuate her blue eyes. Her gold jewellery glitters in the lamplight.

She is of course Sarina; dressed exactly as she had been when Michele first met her.

The two gorgeous women fall into each other’s arms and kiss and fondle each other passionately.

“Happy anniversary darling; is that for me?” Sarina giggles as she squeezes Michele's rampant phallus through her sheer nylon panties.

“Only if that’s for me,” Michele replies, squeezing the hard strap-on cock Sarina has mounted just above her pubis under her skirt.

An hour later they both lay on the bed, sated and spent, smoking cigarettes and drinking gin and tonics. Of course smoking is not allowed in the Burj Khalifa hotel but the management knows that the Cabal has paid for the suites and there will be no repercussions.

“I have to fly to London tomorrow,” Michele sighs.

“I have been conversing with this lovely but inexperienced transvestite from Middlesex. I’m meeting her at CandyGirls Nightclub,” Michele puffed her smoke.

“What about you?” she asked.

“Sydney Australia. Some blonde bimbo who fancies herself as a Kylie Minogue look-a-like but Saheed’s seen her picture and has the hots for her,” Sarina replies.

“Who would have thought hey? Not only did we get rid of that cunt Jamhal but they gave you his job!” Michele sniggered.

“And they let me use the white mukhannath shermuta as my trusted assistant,” Sarina chuckled.

“Yeah, poor old Jamhal; wonder whatever became of him,” Michele mused.

“Well wherever he is, he isn’t using that,” Sarina nodded to the jewelled encrusted glass display jar.

Inside the jar, suspended in a preserving fluid, was a shrivelled penis.

The End