Amina Mahzala

When I first met Mahzala she was being raped. One guy had her on the ground. He had his penis out and he was holding her down with one hand round her throat, the other fumbling with her pants. The other guy was standing watching. He was masturbating slowly; waiting his turn.

Neither of them seemed to notice me as I sprinted across the car-park behind the supermarket. I came up behind the standing guy. I grabbed his shoulder, spun him round and hit him with all the force I could muster in the solar-plexus. He went down hard. I stamped on his wanking hand. I heard and felt the breaking of bones. I also heard the cry of despair from Mahzala as she was penetrated.

I grabbed the back of the guy's coat collar and pulled him off her, up and back. Then I threw him down. He was off-balance and the back of his head hit the tarmac. I broke both his hands.

I looked at Mahzala. She was on her feet and had pulled up her pants. I held out my hand. She hesitated for half a second then took my hand. We ran across the car-park and into my car. I left before either man got back to his feet. I drove to the ring-road and hid in the slow moving traffic.

I turned to look at Mahzala. "I'm Richard. Are you OK?" I asked in my broken Pashto. I realised how not-OK she must be feeling and how crass my question sounded in English. I had no idea what the effect might be in her language.

"Peace be with you Richard. I am Mahzala. My life is yours." I think I have the translation right. To be honest I was way out of my depth; linguistically, morally, culturally and legally. That did sound a bit excessive though.

"That's OK. I'll take you to the police." I said. She smiled a weak smile. She spoke in English.

"I am sorry. You must not do that. You must leave immediately or the police will arrest you."

Wow! What had I got myself into?

"No. I have to see you safe first. Where can I take you."

"There is no safe place for me in my country. Those men would have raped me and killed me to punish my father. Next Friday they would have done the same to my sister. Now other men will do it instead."

I thought quickly. I was already on my way out of the country. I had checked out of my hotel and had stopped at the supermarket on the edge of the town to pick up water and food for the drive to the border.

"Where is your sister?" I asked.

"Please." She said. "Set me down and save yourself. I cannot be saved."

"Tell me where your sister is. I'm leaving today anyway I'll take you and your sister with me."

"Please. You must go!"

"You must tell me." I wasn't completely up to speed with her cultural imperatives but it did seem that she believed that I had saved her life and that did give me some leverage. She sighed and told me her address.

Well. We had a bit of luck. The apartment that she shared with her sister was only a mile detour from our route to the border.

She called her sister on her cell-phone and as we pulled up outside the apartment her sister appeared with one small suitcase. She climbed into the back seat and we set off. They left their cell-phones in the gutter.

I looked at the face in the rear-view mirror. She was indistinguishable from her sister. Our eyes met in the mirror. "I'm Richard." I said.

She said "My name is Amina. Has my sister introduced herself to you?"

Mahzala turned in her seat and glared back at her sister.

I said "I'm happy to know you Amina and yes she has." I glanced at Mahzala. "Have you explained what's happened?"

As Mahzala explained in her own language how we came to be together her sister's face showed shock and surprise. Her hostility faded.

"Thank you Richard for saving both our lives. You have put yourself in great danger. We owe you a great debt."

I said. "Mahzala asked nothing of me I acted of my own will. You have no debt to me."

She bowed her head and nodded. "What do you plan to do?"

I said "If we can cross the border within the hour we should be relatively safe. Then I will be able to contact my own people and we can drop out of sight."

She nodded again.

"Mahzala is hurt. I'll stop so that she can get in the back with you. You must take care of her until we can get help."

Another silent nod.

We crossed the border without incident and five hours later we reached my apartment. I showed them to a bedroom with a big en-suite bath and went to prepare food. Half an hour later I set a tray on the chest outside their door, knocked and left. Within a few minutes Amina found me eating in the kitchen.

"May I join you?"

"Of course!" I gestured to the food on the kitchen table.

She began to eat. "Mahzala is not badly hurt but she needs to rest. You can see her tomorrow -- is that OK?"

"Certainly!"

"I will be with you tonight."

I wasn't sure of the context. Her English was very good but there was something disturbing in her words and demeanour. "I think it would be best if you stay with Mahzala tonight. She's had a bad experience. She may be frightened if she wakes in the night. I'll find you a room for yourself tomorrow if you want."

She turned and gazed at me for three heartbeats. "Mahzala should be with you tonight. She owes you her life. Her body is yours. But she needs to rest and recover so I will take her place until she is ready."

I sat back in confusion. I had to explain to these girls that they owed me no dept.

She gazed at me again. A long steady look. She said "I know you find me attractive. I saw it in your eyes in the car and I see it now. You need feel no guilt you have no wife."

"How can you know that?"

She smiled sensing a crack in my resolve. "There is no woman's touch in this house and no woman's claim on your heart. These things I see. Yet you know the touch of a woman's body. This too I see. And you desire me. I saw it in your eyes when I entered your car. Take me. I am yours to have."

I was taken aback by the poise and directness of this beautiful young woman. "I will not take your virginity and besides you are too young!"

"Mahzala and me were raped by those men four weeks ago. We have no virtue to lose. Today they would have raped her until they were no longer able and then opened her womb and watched her bleed to death. Next week they would have come for me. We both owe you all that we are. And we are certainly old enough for you to feel no guilt. Tonight I will come to you. If you do not want me I will sleep at your feet on the floor. Or you could take your pleasure of me and show me that transactions between men and women need not all be violent."

"How old are you?"

"Old enough."

"Don't you need to be with Mahzala tonight?"

"She will be fine. She will come to you tomorrow."

I said. "Go to Mahzala. See that she's ok. I'll clean up here." She nodded and left the room.

I cleared away the dishes into the washer and cleaned the kitchen. Then I went to my room. I considered locking the door but decided that was being a bit paranoid. I really thought it quite unlikely that I would find Amina in my bed that night.

I tossed and turned for an hour or so before I settled down. Then at about 1:00 by the clock I awoke to the feel of a warm, naked body pressing against my back. I tensed up at the touch. She stroked my cheek and said "Relax yourself Richard. Let me warm and comfort you."

She made no overt sexual moves and soon I drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep.

When I awoke I was on my back with Amina under my arm. Her head resting on my shoulder. Her small breasts pressed against my chest. Her left arm across my belly. Her knee crooked over my left thigh with her damp mons pressed against my leg. She smelled of sun and spice.

I flexed my right hand. It felt bruised where I had punched the second rapist in the chest. I wondered briefly how injured they were and whether they'd be able to track me down. I had two weeks left in the country before I returned to my office in England. I was starting to wake up to the shit-pile I was sitting in. Did these girls have passports? It seemed very unlikely. I couldn't very well just abandon them in this strange land that was not their home. I couldn't smuggle them into England -- that would be madness.

I felt Amina's hand move to caress my right nipple. I craned my neck to look at her. She was fixing me with that penetrating gaze again. A slight smile on her lips. She moved like a cat against me and stretched her neck to kiss the corner of my mouth very gently. My hind-brain immediately started to pump blood to my genitals. I told it to quit but it wasn't listening.

I struggled free of her and sat up, covering my lap and growing erection with a corner of the sheet.

"Amina you are very sweet but you are so young! I can't do this!"

She said "In your country I am quite old enough to be married. In my country I am old enough to have children."

Without thinking I blurted out "You have kids?!".

With an obvious air of manufactured tolerance she explained.

"I am not married. I have no children. My father is 'progressive' and that is why Mahzala and I are not married. We were virgins until we were raped by those men. The only sex I have known has been violent and hateful. But we have been educated. I know that in your culture sex can be for love or for play. In this land, in this time, sex is duty or power or control or punishment. It knows nothing of softness or pleasure. Nothing of the heart. You have saved my sister. You have saved me. You have my heart and you can have my body. It is your right."

She almost had me until the very end. "There are no 'rights'. I have no 'right' to your love and passion. It is not mine to own! It is yours to give!"

She smiled her shy smile and gazed her disturbing, direct, challenging gaze and said "I give it to you. You are my desire. You are my passion. I give it to you!"

She got up and knelt on the mattress. Her breasts level with my eyes. Her knees were set wide and her vulva looked plump and ripe below her wiry black bush. She saw my eyes moving from her breasts to her face to her cunt. I must have looked a pitiful creature cowed as I was by this proud self-possessed teenager.

"I will prepare breakfast and see to Mahzala." She stood, pulled on the white silk robe that she'd discarded in the night, and left my room.

I curled up around her still warm pillow intoxicated by her scent. Too aware of my painfully hard prick. Wondering how I could survive another round with this powerful young woman.

At breakfast they sat together on my right. Both dressed in silk robes that they found in my guest closet. I wondered if I had any clothes that would fit them. There were various women's clothes in the guest room. Left behind by a procession of short-term girl-friends. With just one small case between them they hadn't brought much from their old life.

Mahzala was much recovered. The bruises on her neck looked less angry and she seemed very cheerful. I asked her how old she was.

"The same age as Amina. We were born at the same time. I do not know the English word."

Damn it! they'd been talking of course. We talked translations for a while -- if nothing else these two could really improve my pashto!

I asked them who we could contact to retrieve their belongings from their flat. Amina answered "We have our papers, all the money we had to hand and some personal items. That will have to do. It is not safe to go back."

"I can send someone to fetch things from your flat."

"No. Anyone you send will be caught and will tell them who you are. We will need some western clothes. I have gold to sell."

I told them that they could take anything they wanted from the guest room and to make a list of what else they needed. I asked what sort of papers they had. To my astonishment I discovered that they both had French passports and, despite their youthful appearance, they were indeed over eighteen. Mahzala spoke "Our mother was French. We have relatives and money in France. Mother had a flat outside Paris. It belongs to our father now. We have not been there since she died".

I thought for a while. If I could keep these two hidden for a fortnight I could organise flights to Paris. It would be no problem for me to spend a few days at the Paris office before returning to England.

I explained my plan to the twins. They listened to what I had to say and then put their heads together for a whispered conversation in a language I didn't know -- Urdu I think. I wondered how many languages they could speak.

Amina spoke for both of them.

"We are very grateful for your offer. You are a good man. But we are already deeply in your debt." She placed two fingers on my lips as I began to protest. "We will accept your plan but you must allow us to express our thanks. We want you to take us for your lovers while we remain here. We know you have had many women in these rooms so why would you deny us this?"

"I need to go to work now. Will you be alright here? If you make a list of the things you need I'll send out for them."

I gave the list to one of the admin staff. She's about the same size as the girls so she didn't have any problems. I try to be discrete but the women in the office know I'm quite lucky with the ladies and they also know that I can be quite generous to my 'close' friends. So she wasn't at all surprised that I was buying a new wardrobe for a young woman. She smiled at me and said "I'm up for a return match you know -- whenever you can fit me into your busy schedule...".

I kissed her gently on the lips and said "Will you promise not to get pregnant next time?"

"You know I can't promise you that -- I want your babies. And I'm not sorry for last time I just wish he'd made it to term. You know I'll never tell who the father is!"

"I'll think about it but I'm a bit tied up at the moment."

She grinned again "Lucky girl -- I hope she appreciates you. I'll go and get her stuff."

"Let me know when you've done the shopping -- you remember my hushmail account?"

"Of course! ... I still have all your messages archived, I browse through them when I'm feeling horny."

That taken care of I started to research travel arrangements for Paris. I called my regular agent and told her that I would be travelling with two French nationals but that I couldn't confirm the names. She said she could reserve the tickets for me as long as I got to the airport early enough on the day. I booked three business class seats one-way.

When I got back to my apartment that day my two guests were waiting for me. they'd been through my wardrobes and had found a couple of very revealing dresses left by a former Japanese resident. The dresses were of silk, sleeveless, tight around the bust, mid-thigh length, split in the front to the crotch. They looked completely lovely.

They had prepared a meal from what they'd found in the cupboards and fridges that would have been acceptable in some of the best restaurants in town.

As we sat on the rug and ate I told them of the travel arrangements that I'd made and we discussed the arrangements at the Paris end. They had written a message for their mother's solicitor and I promised to fax it to her the following day. The solicitor would let their father know that they were alive at least.

After dinner they opened all the parcels that my young lover had bought. Even after all the trauma of their young lives they still squealed like schoolgirls as they poured over the growing pile of jeans, tops, trainers, skirts etc.

When they got to the underwear things changed at bit. My young friend had been a bit creative. Mahzala found a pair of silk french knickers and giggled as she held them up. When she realised that they had no crotch she yelped. She stood up and pulled off her dress. She was naked underneath. She'd trimmed her pubic hair since I'd seen it the previous day. She pulled on the knickers and showed them off to Amina who was kneeling at her feet.

Amina reached up and opened the crotch and placed her hand on Mahzala's mons. She looked at me as she gently massaged her sister. Mahzala placed her hands on top of Amina's head. Amina held open her sisters knickers and the two girls leaned together. Mahzala kept her eyes locked on mine and her hands on Amina's head as her sister tongued and sucked on her clitoris.

When Mahzala started to tremble and moan Amina pulled her mouth from her cunt. She leaned back against the sofa and pulled her sister down to sit between her legs. Mahzala lay back on her sister and looked at me with that intense gaze that both girls had. She pulled her heels up to her bum and opened her knees. Her wet, engorged vulva protruded slightly between the legs of her knickers.

Amina cupped Mahzala's breasts, looked at me and said "kiss me".

I looked at her sensuous mouth smeared with the moisture of her sister's cunt. My cock was almost painfully hard. I stripped off my clothes. Both girls moved their gaze to my substantial cock. Amina started to squirm against Mahzala's back and Mahzala opened her knees even wider.

I knelt between Mahzala's knees and kissed Amina's full lips. As I savoured the wonderful taste of young cunt Mahzala took my cock in her small hand and guided it into her. She gently bit my ear as I fucked her slowly. Amina and me continued our deep kiss. I could feel the muscles of Mahzala's cunt rippling along my cock as I fucked her very gently. She certainly had great control for someone who's only previous sexual experience was of violent rape.

I held on to my own orgasm as I fucked her steadily. Long deep strokes. Not too fast. With a little circular screw at the end when my pubic crest was pressed to her clitoris. Would she cum for me? It seemed likely the way she was responding.

Amina broke our kiss and whispered in my ear as Mahzala continued to chew the other one. "Carry on like that and she will climax for you. Do not worry about a child, we are at the end of our cycle. You must finish inside her. Please! It is our first time of loving. Please give your love to her. She has been so hurt. She needs your sweet balm to clean the sin from her vagina."

All the while Mahzala was becoming more agitated beneath me. I knew she was close to orgasm. I picked up the pace slightly and she started to buck into me. She whispered in my other ear. "Cum in me. Cum for me now!" And started to shake as her orgasm started to blossom.

I started to fuck her hard as she came. It was getting very hard to hold back.

Mahzala: "Please cum for me!".

Amina: "Give her your cum!"

I gave up trying and fucked her full of spunk.

When we'd both finished cumming we rested with my slowly softening cock still deep inside her. Both girls whispered in my ears "Thank you" and both kissed my cheeks. I pulled out and sat back on my heels to give the girls some room and some relief from my weight. Amina covered Mahzala's vulva with her hand and Mahzala closed her legs around Amina's hand. They turned to each other and kissed. No chaste sisterly peck, this was a lover's kiss. Amina stroked Mahzala's hair out of her eyes and said "I love you." They kissed again. Mahzala said "Thank you for letting me be first. I love you so much." They kissed some more. Amina said "Let me take his cum from you so we can share."

Mahzala leaned back against the sofa, she kept her pelvis tilted up so that my spunk stayed in. Amina moved between her legs, she pulled off her dress and bent to suck my cum out of her sister's cunt. She was up on her wide-spread knees. Head down with her bum in the air. Her vulva was pointing up at me, slightly open and glistening with moisture. I realised that they were speaking English for my benefit. They wanted me hard again so that I could fuck Amina too.

I moved back and lay down on my stomach so I could get my tongue in that sweet pussy. As my tongue entered her she pushed back. I tongued her hole for a while but couldn't get to her clit. I turned over on to my back under her and she lowered her cunt on to my face. As I looked up between her little tits I saw Mahzala move forward and the two girls kissed, sharing my cum between them.