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CAFE BEIRUT
(MMM/FFFF, Mind-Control, Slavery)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com
*****
Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The
one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only
pay-off in writing, really...!)
*****
Cindy and Shannon approached the counter with couple of six-packs
as usual   Cindy placed a plastered smile on her face as she
handed over the Heinekens...
"Hmm...  Imported beer!  Rich girls!" the young Arab smiled back
with a smirk.  "So, you got ID?"
"Well..." Shannon replied, "You think we'd be coming to this dump
if we had ID?" with as sarcastic a smile as she could muster. 
The Caf Beirut gave both co-eds the creeps, but this was the only
place willing to look the other way near Boston College,
especially after the recent crack-downs.  
Cindy tried to smooth the way   Shannon always had a tongue on
her.  
"Well, here's an extra five" she tossed another bill to the young
clerk.
"Oh, a five dollar bill   that should smooth things over, huh? 
Never mind...  I wouldn't care if you girls were 15   I don't
care about your dumb American laws anyway...  Take the beer."
The clerk looked to be in his mid-twenties   he was dark,
olive-skinned, but extremely well-built, obviously fond of
weight-lifting as his stretched t-shirt showed...  He did have
the typical shadow beard of Middle-Easterners, but the short,
crew-cut hair and the ear-ring on his left ear presumably set him
apart from the typical jihadist...
Cindy picked up the six-pack   "well, thank you then...".  They
left the building, and made it outside to meet Jennifer   she was
still having her ice-cream...  "Got the beer?" she asked.  
The clerk had also made it outside, apparently for a cigarette
break, and began chatting with his friends   couple other young
Arabs, similarly buffed.  They looked like they hit the gym
together.
"Well, thank you Al Qaeda boys!" Cindy yelled at them, and her
girlfriends chuckled along.   "Hopefully, from next month on, we
won't have to be visiting you...".  
They walked away hurriedly, happy to have their six-pack.
"Al Queda?  Fuckin' Al Queda?" Ahmad murmured to his friends. 
"My uncle was killed by Al Queda..."
"No Shit   so, I guess the blonde one turns 21 next month, huh? 
That's why she won't be coming around..."
"I guess the spoiled little slut is too good for this
neighborhood once she gets her card..."
"You know the blonde tried to slip me five bucks   fuckin' five
bucks..." Ahmad said.  "What am I, some fuckin' clerk?"
Kamal and Hamid nodded their heads.  Ahmad's father owned Caf
Beirut, as well as three large car dealerships - the spruced-up
BMW parked in front of the caf was his...  His father kept Caf
Beirut only because that had been the first business he'd started
back when he'd first immigrated.  And running the broken-down
establishment was supposed to instill character in Ahmad, never
mind how much he hated it...
"Well, if we were back in the old days..." Hamid said... "We
could take Christian whores, hot sluts like this, and make them
our slaves...  You know, slave girls, like that mouthy blonde,
ready to suck your cock at your mere sign...  No back talk, no
crap, just little fuck-slaves..."
Kamal chuckled:  "What fuckin' old day idiot?  What are we,
Berbers invading Spain?  Or, like, Ottomans in Serbia?  You were
born in New Hampshire for crying out loud...". He took a smoke: 
"It's true though... They should be our slaves...  Weak American
sluts like that?   I should be fucking the tits of that
big-tittied brunette every morning...".  Of the three guys, he
was the only one with a big beard.
Ahmad took a puff from his cig   "You know, it is possible..."
Both of his friends looked at him with a puzzled face, and then
broke out in laughter.
"What are we gonna do?" Hamid asked.  "Abduct them next time they
are here to get beer illegally, and throw them in the basement? 
Beat them into being our concubines...?  If we were in Saudi
Arabia maybe...  Or in Middle Ages...  When there were no police
to worry about...  Then, we could just fuck them silly...  Then
beat them and punish them and threaten their lives into being our
concubines, but not in good ol' Boston, my friend..."
"There are other ways..." Ahmad rebuffed.  
"What other way?"
"My grandmother... she always talks about this potion... made
from some recipe from the time of Prophet...  Supposed to enslave
women..."
Kamal and Hamid looked at each other again, and burst out in
laughter:  "Man, you and your grandma stories...  Come on, let's
empty the register and hit a strip club..."
Ahmad took another puff from his cigarette   "And I got the
recipe..."
*****
The girls entered Caf Beirut 2 days later, murmuring among
themselves...
"I can't believe we're back here" Jennifer whined.  "This place
gives me the creeps..."
"Look, we just get the beers for the party and get out of
here..." Cindy said.  "And after my birthday party, we no longer
have to come here to get beer at all..."
"Well, the Arab boys are checking us out like they could rape us
any moment..." Jennifer continued with her objections.
"They are not gonna rape us!   it's not like we're in Baghdad...
We're two blocks from Comm Ave for crying out loud..."
"Well..." Shannon interjected, "I have to go with Jen on this one
  that bearded one looks at me like he wants me as his personal
concubine or something..."
"Gross...!"   Jennifer shrieked in disgust.
"Well, he can't have you, he's some Arab loser in a low-life caf,
so we get the beers and get the hell out..."
"Fine, let's get three six-packs of Heineken..." Shannon said.  
"And never mind thaaat your current shrimp of a boyfriend looks
like a girl compared to that buffed-up beast..." 
"Scott's just fine..." Shannon protested.  
"He should try getting to the gym, I say..." Cindy continued
teasing, "Don't you think, Jen?"
"Well, that'd be niiice..." Jen chuckled a little.  "But let's
pay for the beer and leave..."
"Fine, fine..." Cindy dropped the first six-pack on the counter.
"Hmm   the Heineken girls..." Ahmad smiled slyly...  "I'm running
a special today: Have a taste of our new herbal tea, tell us what
you think, and we throw in another six-pack for free..."
"We're not gonna drink your nasty tea" Shannon said curtly.
"Well, it's a free six-pack..." Cindy now protested.  "We need
all the beer we can get for the party!"
"I guess a little herbal tea would not hurt" Jen said, and took a
plastic cup   she seemed more interested in getting it over with
and leaving than the actual tea...  Cindy joined her with her own
small cup.
"Oh, well, what the hell   you guys will have to keep me
entertained at the hospital..." - Shannon was the last one to
drink...
And she was the first one to start feeling light-headed...
She was closely followed by Jen and, Cindy, at last, as she
started saying "what's going on..."
*****
It was a blur afterwards... None of the girls had any idea how
long...  They recalled the Arabic men coming down to the
basement, where the girls first came to their senses, and passed
out again and again...  They all recalled coming in and out of a
haze   and recalled drinking more tea...  It felt like days
passed.  And they recalled listening to Ahmad... over and over
again, for long intervals, but all in a haze...  They couldn't
recall anything he told them...  only that what he told was the
truth...  what he told was unbreakable and permanent...  it was 
impenetrable reality...
Three full days had passed by the time they were fully awake
again...
*****
Ahmad descended down the stairs, and as soon as he entered the
basement, he was greeted with the three naked young women   they
scurried and kneeled on the floor: 
 "Please fuck me Sahib!" Cindy spoke softly, her gaze on the
floor as she kneeled naked, her hands locked at the small of her
back, her chest pushed forward offering her ample breasts, and
her thighs pushed apart fully exposing her center...
Shannon parroted her, having assumed the same exact position:
 "Please fuck me Sahib!" she whined, only to be closely followed
by Jennifer:
 "Please fuck me Sahib!"...
"Hmm..." Ahmad chuckled.  "What a nice selection..."
He lifted Cindy's head up by the chin   "you can suck your
Master's cock to begin with, blondie slave..." he said and took a
seat on a leather chair that was near throne-like in its huge
size.  
"As you wish Sahib" Cindy replied, crawling towards Ahmad.
"And you two concubines..." Ahmad looked at Shannon and Jennifer:
 "Start fucking each other for my amusement..."
The brunettes started kissing and fondling each other almost at
once, while Cindy undid Ahmad's jeans   she lowered her head and
her blonde batch of hair covered his crotch.  She hated what she
was about to do   and yet she knew she was no more than a
concubine, a lowly and helpless slave, property of her Masters. 
She had no choice but to obey   obey unconditionally and
pleasingly...  She was a mere slave... the slave of her
Conqueror, her Sahib, Ahmad...  
She took his powerful manhood inside her mouth and began sucking
like only a slave-girl could, eagerly, passionately,
shamelessly...  She could hear in the background her best
friends' wet kisses and moans, no doubt produced to entertain
Sahib.
 The basement door opened again   it was Kamal and Hamid, coming
down the stairs.  They eyed the room with the usual glee   for 3
weeks now, they had had more fun downstairs then they could have
ever imagined:  The basement was decorated like an Arabic Harem.
There were oriental rugs on the floor and on the walls...  
Oriental paintings...  Chains and whips, too, to discipline
disobedient concubines...
"Go greet your owners" - Ahmad ordered Shannon and Jennifer as he
groaned in pleasure from Cindy's talented oral ministrations... 

The girls stopped playing with each other and rushed to their
knees in front of Kamal and Hamid, to repeat the usual greeting
in unison:  "Please fuck me Sahib!"...
Kamal grinned, looking down at naked Shannon   he lifted her
head:  One look into her eyes was enough to see her hatred and
humiliation   and her helplessness.  They were concubines bow,
defeated and conquered, and ready to please their Conquerors
without objection...
"So, what do you say Hamid, shall I fuck this one between the
tits, like this morning?  And you can fuck that little one in the
ass again   she screams like a pig..."
Hamid seemed to consider his friend's proposition...  "No, let's
switch slaves..." he said, tossing Jennifer at Kamal's feet - the
girls looked so weak and feeble compared to the muscle-ripped
Arab boys...
"Very well   let me see if I can make the little American slut
scream more than you made...  Will you scream for me slave?"
"Yes, Sahib, as you command Sahib" Jennifer replied, her face red
in shame...  
Shannon was already taking Hamid's manhood in her mouth...
Soon, there was nothing but furious sex in the
basement-turned-harem, as there had been for three weeks...
*****
"I can't believe it   you guys work here??"...
Cindy, Shannon, and Jennifer were serving customers at Caf
Beirut...
Ahmad had told his friends concubines were not just pleasure
slaves, they also served men   and having three gorgeous co-eds
doing the serving could very well help the business...  even if
they occasionally disappeared down in the basement with one of
the young Arabs running the place...
The girl gawking at them was none other than Natalie Kays - the
beauty queen of X! sorority, and an overall bitch as far as the
girls were concerned.  With her fiery red hair, she looked like a
young Nicole Kidman.  She was accompanied by 2 other girls from
X!... and they seemed equally amused:
Cindy, Shannon, and Jennifer were dressed in concubine outfits: 
Black silk bikini sets, mock-covered with sashes and see-through
veils over their faces... accompanied by gold-colored high-heels
and gold-colored slave collars...
"You look like harem whores...!" Natalie chuckled, talking to
Cindy...
Shannon had carried over a tray with four beers and placed it on
one of the tables - a burly Arab slapped her on the ass, and
there was laughter among the men.  Caf Beirut was booming with
new business these days   most of the customers were still Arabs
and they clearly loved three young, western girls serving as
concubines... 
A young Arab said something to Jennifer and she bowed her head,
saying "Sukran!" - the girls had already learned all the
respectful words concubines should know...
"So, we're here to get some beer" Natalie explained, "will you
little concubines be getting it for us?".  Her two friends
chuckled along...
"Sure!" Cindy said, with a wide smile, walked away and came back
with a tray carrying hot drinks...  "Sahib Ahmad says you can
even have a 10% discount if you try this Lebanese herbal tea..."
X! girls looked at each other with puzzled faces   "Sahib Ahmad!
Is that your big, hairy Arabic boss?"   there was more laughter
among the girls...  "What the hell..." Natalie said.  "How can I
refuse such a sweet offering from such a sweet, obedient
concubine...?"
Soon the girls were all drinking the herbal tea.
As Cindy smiled wickedly...
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com
*****
Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The
one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only
pay-off in writing, really...!)
*****

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