I think I knew what would happen from the moment we became their hostages. It was only a matter of time. My wife has such a sexy figure that I knew they wouldn’t be able to resist having her. As it happened, it was actually two whole days before anything happened. And you don’t argue with these men. Looking at the wrong end of an AK47 tends to shut you up.
You probably heard about us on the news. We were taken hostage and they held us for ten days. They took us from one of the main city streets, in broad daylight. It was a classic drive-by kidnapping. The car pulled over beside us and two armed men bundled us both into the back, then we drove off at high speed. For a while I though they were secret police and that they would let us go as soon as they realized they had just arrested two innocent tourists. But when we were blindfolded in the car so we couldn’t see where we were going, I began to realize that these guys were not on the side of the law.
They took our blindfolds off when they had got us into our prison room and had chained us. I was shackled to a radiator on one side of the room and my wife was handcuffed to a big iron bed on the other side. She could lie on the bed, or sit on it. I had a mattress to lie on. In the center of the room was a plain wooden table and two chairs.
Our guards were all Arabs, or Arabic looking anyway. The two we saw the most were Sherif and Ahmed. Sherif was tall, about 30 I suppose, and grinned a lot. He spoke reasonably good English, but with a strong accent. Ahmed was younger, maybe 25 or so, very muscular, and spoke only Arabic. Sherif was the boss man: Ahmed did as he was told.
The food was, amazingly, very good. There seemed to be a top class restaurant nearby and they were bringing food in for us. Then they would unchain my wife and invite her to sit at the table to eat. I was not given this privilege and ate my meals from a plate on the floor.
The toilet was at the end of the corridor. If we asked, they would take us there. They would let us close the door. Overall, we really weren’t treated too bad. But in the back of my mind I had the feeling that sexual temptation would get the better of them, sooner or later. While we had been tourists I had seen the local Arabs looking at Julie, my blonde wife, and the look in their eyes said it all. A man in a shop had fondled her backside. Another had made me an offer for a night with her. Actually it was a pretty good offer and Julie had said later than I was a fool not to accept!
What excites them is obvious. Julie is 31, 5ft 10″ tall and has a full and curvy figure. Her legs look as if they go up to her armpits and she can’t help wriggling her backside as she walks. To top it all off, she has a wonderful pair of breasts which positively bounce as she moves. Before we were married she was one of the crowd I went around with, and her nickname was “sex on stilts.” Anyway the Arabs really go overboard when it comes to western blonde women. I suppose that’s because they haven’t got any and they just want to try something new.
We were abducted on a very hot day, so we were only wearing very light clothes. Julie was wearing a thin white blouse which buttoned down the front, and a light blue skirt. Of course she had underwear on, but only slip on shoes. No tights, nothing like that. You could see straight through the blouse, it was so thin. I saw Sherif staring at her from time to time, and I knew he was longing to get her clothes off.
After our evening meal on day two Julie asked to be taken to the toilet and Ahmed escorted her there and back. She came back into the room and went to the iron bedstead, expecting to be chained up again. But Sherif, who was sitting at the table with the handcuffs, didn’t make a move. Instead he put down his newspaper and, looking first at Julie, he then turned to me.
“Your wife Julie, nice lady, very pretty” he said.
I nodded. This was it. This was the warm up. I could feel my heart thumping. Sherif grinned at me. “I think you lucky man,” he went on. “Have nice sexy wife. She pretty good, eh?”
I pulled a face, pretending I didn’t understand what he was getting at. He laughed at my pretended innocence. “You know,” he said “Good at jig-a-jig!” He winked and poked a finger through a loop he made between thumb and forefinger of the other hand. “Like this!” he said. I shrugged and still said nothing.
“She have nice breasts John, big eh? You like play with those? And down here..” he rubbed his crotch “Nice too I think, tight for man going in there. She move around plenty when you have her John, do dance for you?” I didn’t know what to do. Chained to a radiator, there wasn’t a lot I could do. She was completely at their mercy. I just glared at Sherif, hoping he wouldn’t go any further.
“I think good idea we take look at Julie, get her to take off some clothes” he said.
“Julie,” he said slowly, turning and looking at her, a leering smile on his face. “Come here plis.”
“Just leave her alone, you animal,” I growled as fiercely as possible, getting to my feet. My chain clanked on the radiator, bringing me up short. He grinned at me. “You, John,” he said, “You shut up. You are guest here. You behave yourself. Just sit and watch. I not hurt your wife.” With that he produced a wicked hunting knife from his belt and placed it on the table. “If you give trouble” he added “I cut you to pieces, understand?” He would too. There really wasn’t a damn thing I could do. I sat down again, hoping that Julie would have some idea to fend him off. For a moment I thought it might just be a bit of fun.
Julie didn’t make a move. She just sat on the bed and looked at him.
“Come Julie,” said Sherif. “Come over here. I not hurt you.”
“I don’t want to,” she replied.
“Julie, c’mon, don’t make big trouble. Come stand here,” said Sherif, smiling.
Julie stood up slowly. She hesitated for a moment, then she went over to him. She stood a few feet from him, her arms at her sides, saying nothing, resigned to her fate.
Sherif picked up the hunting knife and pointed it at her thin blouse. “Now then Julie, take off,” he said quietly “and show us.” Julie didn’t move. “Julie,” said Sherif. “You have nice body. Me and my friend want to see. Now take off shirt, don’t make trouble OK.” Julie remained motionless. “Julie,” growled Sherif, warningly. Then he leant forward with the hunting knife in his hand and, with a twist of his wrist, sent one of the buttons flying across the room. For a moment she didn’t react. Then she slowly undid the buttons down the front of her blouse and peeled it off, tossing it to one side. She stood in bra and skirt, looking at him, completely expressionless. “Good lady,” he said, grinning. “Now take off this,” he said, indicating her bra with the point of the knife. “Show us your big breasts.” Again she hesitated. “Take off Julie!” said Sherif. It was an order.
She still didn’t move for a moment or two. Then she calmly reached up behind her back and released the clip. Her full breasts dropped slightly as she brought the straps round to her chest. Then she took off the cups and they swung free. She shrugged off the shoulder straps and threw the bra to join her blouse. Her nipples were erect, like two small pink corks.
Sherif put down the knife and got to his feet. He walked right round her. Then he stood in front of her. “Julie, you are very beautiful. Now you show us,” he said. “Show us everything.”
Julie looked quickly at me, almost as if seeking my approval. She knew she had no choice. She unzipped the side of her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Now she had only her small skimpy pair of pants. You could see the shadow of her pubic bush through them. She glanced at me briefly, then she hooked her fingers into the waistband and drew them down, stepping gracefully out of them. She tossed them onto the pile of her clothes on the floor. She drew herself up to her full height and just stood there, completely naked, hands to her sides, waiting for Sherif’s next move. I swear I saw her smile slightly. She didn’t try to cover herself. She looked proud, magnificent, and very sexy.
Sherif walked round her, looking at her with pure lust in his eyes. He said something to Ahmed in Arabic. They laughed. Ahmed was sitting at the table and I could see his hand on his crotch, his fingers working. He wanted her. Sherif stood in front of her. “Julie, you have beautiful body, very nice breasts,” he said. He reached out and cupped them, one in each hand, feeling their weight. Julie just stood, motionless, submitting totally to his fondling. Sherif knew what to do to get a reaction. He took her nipples in his fingers and rolled them gently. Julie’s eyes half closed and I saw a shudder go through her body. Then he let go of one nipple and dropped his hand to her bush. He rubbed his hand up and down her hair. “I think you nice here too,” he said. “Nice and tight for big cock.” Julie shuddered again and closed her eyes. Now it was certain that she was going to be fucked. “You like big cock Julie?” he continued, taunting her as he rubbed her bush. “I have big cock Julie, maybe you like to see?”
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