Pati Part 3

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

This is a continuation of my Pati series, reading the previous stories will give useful context.

My dreams were full of security guards and golf buggy's and I dreamt of fucking and being fucked, my fanny pulsing as it was filled and as I awoke I tried to cling on to the dream only to realise I was actually being gently fucked. I was laying on my back and Francoise was on top of me giving me a wake up missionary fuck, his cock easing in and out, his position rubbing at my clitoris, my dream merging into his fuck.

I put my arms around him and clinched him to me, murmuring sex noises into his ear. He began to go a little harder and a little deeper and I couldn't have counted the ridges even if I had wanted to. A squidginess within me and his cock softening told me he had finished. He kissed me and then rolled off.

"I ought to go." I said

"Okay, thank you for a very pleasant night, and excellent company in the evening."

"You are welcome, and ditto for me." I slipped of the bed and took a tissue from the side table and rolled it into a little plug. I retrieved my knickers and bra, and when I was suitably adorned, I slipped my dress back over the top.

"Let's get you a lift home," he said. He put a robe on and opened the bungalow door. I heard him talking to someone and saying that he wanted his guest taking back to her suite. He came back in.

"Do you have everything?" He asked.

I tapped my bag and nodded and gave him a peck on the lips and a kiss on the cheek. "Good night Francoise" I said and went and got into the buggy by the door.

"Good night Pati from England" I heard him say as the buggy drove off.

The driver dropped my off at my suite and I showered, inside and out, I wanted to make sure that nothing remained. I hated the smell of semen when it wasn't fresh, and dripping out of me would be just the worst thing, I hated it. I decided that I would just lay on the bed for a little while, have an early breakfast, and then go and lay on my terrace. I slipped my sundress back on and lay on the bed, yawned and went out like a light, no dreams, nothing, just absolutely spark out.

I didn't really hear anything, I just suddenly realises that I was awake and there was a hand over my mouth.

"Make no sound bitch" a voice hissed in my ear. My eyes were taped closed, and then what felt like glasses put over my eyes. "Get up bitch. Walk with us, make any stupid sounds and I will cut you."

I had no idea where I was going, could not see anything and was pulled to the door and then sat in what felt like, and sounded like, a golf buggy. I assumed the glasses on my head looked like sunglasses. I would look totally normal, I just couldn't see anything. I did not dare say anything, I did not want to be killed or maimed. The buggy drove, I had no idea where, being blinded, or at least the temporary equivalent of, was disorientating and I had no idea where I was going.

The buggy came to a halt, and I was hauled out of the buggy. I heard a car door open, and I was pushed into what felt like the back seat of a tall 4 wheel drive, a Toyota perhaps. A seatbelt was clipped over me and a different voice spoke.

"You will sit very still. You will say nothing. You will not try to open your mouth or your eyes. If you open your bladder or your bowel I will make you clear up the mess with your tongue is that clear."

I nodded my head, afraid even to acknowledge the instruction. The door slammed, startling me, the driver's door opened, I heard someone get in, the door shut, and then the engine start. We moved backwards and then forwards. I did my best to brace myself, but not knowing what to brace for until after it had happened, meant that I had more than one hard knock to my head from the side window glass.

After one particularly painful bang the car came to a quick stop, I almost flew forward into the back of the seat in front of me. The door by me opened and Jesus, I was slapped, it stung and I felt like teeth were loosened.

"Keep your fucking head still you stupid bitch whore. If you arrive damaged, I may as well fuck you and then kill you myself, because that is what they will do to me."

Another slap on my face and this one dislodged the glasses. He didn't bother to pick them up, and I had no idea where they were, I just left them off. After another session of driving we slowed and pulled off the tarmac road onto sand. The driver stopped, and I guessed he was going to let the tyres down a little. The door by me opened after a few minutes.

"You can take the strips of your eyes. You will need to see where we are going to hold on. Do not try to do anything, it would be stupid. You will get hurt. If you get hurt, I will die, so, believe me when I tell you I am motivated to get you there in one piece."

I grabbed at the strip over my left eye and started to peel it. I just knew I would lose eyelashes. There was only one way, and that was to be quick. I jerked and pulled it off, and then did the same with my right eye. I opened and shut my eyes quickly, blinked a few times and then finally was able to open my eyes properly. A Toyota, as I had thought. There was a grab handle just above my head, I held onto it.

The driver, looked at me, shut my door and got back in. He started up and we drove off. He drove quite quickly and as we drifted sideways down the dunes, I felt my stomach lurch and get queasy. I had missed breakfast and together with the fear my stomach would have become very acidy. I managed to hold it in, I most certainly did not relish the thought of being forced to lick up my own vomit. He pulled over behind a sand dune and got out. He opened my door and unclipping my belt he pulled me out.

"Well bitch, anything to say?" He asked as he pushed me to my knees. I had guessed what this was about and my fear had calmed. I knew what was expected.

"How can I thank you for getting me here safely?"

"Whore me bitch."

"It will be my pleasure," I lied and in a shaky voice I continued. "May I just point out that the last time I was here I was told that if I were to thank a driver, then there must be no trace of that on me or in me. He said that he would not punish me, but the donor." Of course I made the last bit up.

"You lie bitch, you are a whore, a whore gets used, he knows that."

"You are mistaken." I was a bit worried to be honest, "I am not here as his whore, but as his courier." I did not want this guy to abuse me and then dump me at the Arab's tent, I don't know what the reaction would be, but he had instructed me, and I did not expect his reaction to be good if I did not follow instructions.

"Use your mouth bitch, and make sure you swallow any evidence. One slip and you will die with your throat slit like a goat's. You are in the middle of my desert, you do not know where you are, you do not even know what emirate you are in. Do not do anything foolish"

I had hoped to get away with just a hand job, it was not to be. I knelt before him and undid his trousers. What was it with these guys and their lack of underwear. At least he had confirmed my expectations by not denying them, if you see what I mean. I fisted his cock a couple of times and then slipped my mouth around him.

I was tempted; I had read of a trick that was taught to female soldiers in case they are caught. It is not, as might be thought, to bite the cock, no, that would just piss him off, not incapacitate him, but by blowing very hard into the cock it would inflate the bladder and cause the most excruciating agony. I just licked and sucked. He was right, even if I could manage to disable him and steal the car, I had no idea where I was. I licked and sucked.

I took his whole length in, he was not especially long, and his girth was not great, and I concentrated on giving him the best blow job he had ever had. I worked his balls with my hand and his cock with my mouth, and it was not long before I felt him begin to spasm and jerk. Two large ejaculations, I managed to swallow both, and his cock softened very quickly.

"Thank you" I said, "I hope that I managed to satisfy you."

"Clean your hands in the sand cunt and get back in the car." This one really was a nasty piece of work.

I was blindfolded again, this time by a cloth tied around my head, and was now relatively relaxed about the whole thing. I knew I was just going to see the Arab guy that was going to give me the dongle to carry back to England. I would get fucked and that would be that. The car moved off and we drove for a few minutes, mostly on the flat and then we pulled up.

I was pulled from the car and walked across sand, I heard a rustle of fabrics, presumed I was being taken into a tent, felt the sand turn to rugs and then I was pushed to my knees.

"Highness" I heard the driver say, and then there was silence. I thought it best to say and do nothing, I wasn't very good at protocol. A slap hit me hard on the face and sent me sprawling. I was pulled back to my knees and my sundress just pulled off me. I was naked, I had only slipped the dress on after my shower, I was only dozing and had used it more like a nightie.

"Whore" followed by a slap from what felt like a belt across my breasts. I cried out at that, I could not keep quiet, it hurt. I didn't recognise the voice, this was not the voice of the last Arab that I had been summoned to see. Another slap on my face and I fell on my back stunned. Jesus but these guys played hard. I was grabbed by my arm and dragged, me stumbling as best I could, and pushed down, I was laying over something, I didn't know what, it felt hard and rounded, a bit like a saddle.

I was slapped very hard across my buttocks, the sting of it reverberating around my body, disorienting me. Once I had my senses back together, I realised that my legs were tied, I couldn't move them, another resounding and very hard slap to my buttocks and my arms were tied. I was spread-eagled face down over something hard and ropes were tied around my knees before being slapped or strapped across my back. I couldn't tell if it was a strap or a hand, I just knew it hurt like mad.

Whilst I was silently screaming at the pain of the slaps, my knees had been pulled forward, tighter to the barrel (or whatever) I was tied to. Mentally the image I had was of me tied in more of a kneeling 'doggy' position than simply spread-eagled. Another strap across my buttocks, God, I must be bright pink, and then a hand pawed at me, forcing me apart and pushing what felt like 2 fingers into my fanny.

I was surprised at how easy they went in, I was obviously very wet, but I didn't feel aroused, I think the pain of the strap slaps took my mind off everything else. The fingers were withdrawn and then a cock pushed its way in. It was quite a large cock, and it tested me for girth and I felt myself being stretched. 'Jesus' I thought, 'why the fuck doesn't anyone ask me these days?'

I was pissed off, and was about to complain when my head was pulled up, the action forcing my mouth open, a cock pushed its way in. 'Bastard' I thought and was very tempted to give the bastard a real Blow Job, but decided I would rather not have my throat cut, so I just licked as best I could and sucked. I tried to take my mind of the abuse and tried to work out what I was laying on and concluded that it was a camel saddle.

Well, it was either that or a dead camel, and I preferred to go with the thought of a camel saddle. So, I was in the middle of the desert, in a tent and I was being double ended by a couple of Arabs whilst strapped to a saddle. God the standard of accommodation and entertainment in these cheap holidays was really plummeting. I tried to make light of the situation, after all, it could have been worse, the bloke at the front could have fucking my dying body through a newly cut hole in my throat, and the bloke at the back could have been a camel.

I was wet but not aroused. I could not enjoy this attack on my body. I wasn't making sex sounds as I sucked or was fucked, I just became a tool for their lust. The cock in my fanny stopped and pulled out and then pressed at my anus. He pressed and pressed and pushed, and my arse was reluctant to let the invasion happen, but perseverance won over stubborn resistance, my arse conceded, and with the most excruciating pain the cock forced its way in, and once in the guy did not stop.

He did not give my body chance to acclimatise, he just fucked, and fucked hard, my arse stretched almost to tearing point, his body slamming against my raw buttocks as he fucked into me. I felt his ejaculation, but only dimly as a slight cooling of the searing pain and a squishiness inside me. He slowed but did not withdraw, my sphincter pressing hard at his cock trying to expel him, but he held firm.

I realised that the cock in my mouth was changing its tempo and guessed he was about to finish, and then the first ejaculation hit me as his cock was at the back of my throat, sticky and gooey, it coated me, some spraying up my nostrils the rest down my throat. The second ejaculation was as his cock was almost out, and he sprayed my tongue and mouth, pushing it down my throat as he thrust himself back into my mouth. Two further squirts followed until he was spent, he stayed in my mouth pushing himself against me, only his cock softening allowing me to breath.

It must have been five or more minutes that no one moved and then I felt arse man getting harder again. He had never really gone soft, but the cock was firming and stretching my arse once more. He started to fuck, driving hard into my arse, and this time it did not hurt so much. I can't say that it was pleasant, it wasn't, but it was by no means painful. I had been trying to swallow and clear my mouth; it seems to have stimulated mouth man.

He didn't start fucking me, but he did start getting harder and fatter, his cock swelling in my mouth, making my breathing difficult. I could not thrash my arms or shake my head, I could do nothing, but I knew I was slowly being asphyxiated, literally I was being fucked to death.

I think my body started to spasm, I am not sure, but I know I began to black out, I think that I was slapped hard across the buttocks again, but the pain didn't really register.

I must have blacked out, the next thing I remember is the shock as cold water was thrown on me and I was able to take a deep breath, and I was choking and trying to gulp in as much air as I could. My arse and mouth were free, I was no longer being fucked. There were the angry sounds of Arabs talking and it was obviously an irate disagreement. Perhaps they went too far, perhaps nearly killing me was not part of the plan, I was just grateful to be breathing, and the longer they argued the longer I had to breath.

I managed to get my breathing back to normal. I didn't have a gaping arse sensation, and presumed my sphincter had closed, the respite was very welcome. I began to take long deep breaths, trying to slow my pulse, to get everything back to normal when I was strapped across my buttocks, a hard sting slap that landed fractionally first on my right and as the sting was reverberating around me, the follow up landed on my left. I gasped and was panting when a second trap hit me, this one down my buttocks and cruelly and very painfully it landed across my fanny, stinging my fanny lips like a million nettles.

At this point I began to cry, the pain was too much and I had no idea why I was being treated this way, I was a courier, nothing more and did not deserve the abuse. I felt a small sting in my back, a little like a bee sting and then the most excruciating pain took my breath away, took my ability to breath away and left me totally immobile. He had tasered me, and as I was restrained, my muscles were unable to go into spasm as the taser demanded and it felt like I ripped every muscle in my body.

The electric shock stopped, and my body immediately slumped, the echoes of pain bouncing around my arms, legs and torso. Never again, never did I want to feel that pain. It was beyond agony, and I knew that my bladder had emptied as the taser had struck, my muscles completely beyond my control. They could say what they like, do what they like, I was defeated. I had been fucked half to death and then tasered back to life, there was no crueller torture to a woman. These people did not have the morals and values for life that I was used to.

When I got home, and it was when, not if, when I got home, Reg would pay dearly and I would make it clear that I was not going to do anymore of these trips, not for him, or anyone, this was way beyond what I was prepared to endure for a free holiday.

I found myself screaming as the taser fired again, my arms and legs trying to straighten against the cruel bindings, my teeth chattering and I was lucky I had not managed to bite my tongue. The taser stopped and I lay gibbering, still tied across the camel saddle, my pool of piss presumably below me, or even probably half way across the room, I had no idea how powerful a squirt it had been, and my backside and fanny were 'up ended' to my squirt would have gone horizontally backward.

Good, I hope I got some bastard in the eye. I heard a commotion outside and a lot of shouting in Arabic. A kerfuffle of sorts behind me and more angry words and then my tethers went slack, and I could move.

"You are safe now. Do not be alarmed. We will look after you." I was stood up but found that my legs would not straighten, they would not support my weight. I pair of arms held my left arm, another pair my right. Together they walked me forward and then turned me around

"You are going to sit a moment" the voice said, and I found my buttocks contacting something, and I was sitting. "Raise your arms the voice said, and so I did. I felt my arms being held and something slipped over them. I think it was my sundress. I was pulled to my feet and the dress pulled down.

"Can you stand now?" the voice asked, and I tried, I really did, but I fell.

"Don't worry. Okay, now you are decent, we will take you blindfold off." I felt the rag being pulled from my eyes, and even though the tent was probably dark, the light hurt my eyes and I blinked them shut several times before I could keep them open.

Four guys in Arab robes were standing around, one right beside me, the guy who I presumed had dressed me, a kind gesture I thought, before removing my blindfold. There were two naked Arabs on the floor, spread-eagled and with the other dressed Arabs pointing guns at them. Shit. Guns, what the fuck was I caught in the middle of?

"Okay, we are now going to walk you out. There is a vehicle outside and it is going to take us away. We will not be molested on our way out. What would you like us to do with these two?" He pointed at the two naked men on the ground.

"Are they the ones that did this to me?"

"Yes, there is no doubt."

"Taser them. Let them know how it feels."

He picked up the taser that was laying unused on the floor, and I realised it was a camel saddle I had been strapped to and handed it to me. I took it and pressed it in the small of one guy's back and clicked the trigger. There was a buzzing, and the guy just went straight, he spasmed and a pool of liquid spread out beneath him, I presumed he was pissing himself.

I let go of the trigger and he made a fart noise and shit dribbled from his arse. I went to the other guy and pressed the taser in his back and pulled the trigger. Similar result, pissed and shit himself. I went back to the first guy and gave him a second dose, this time I held the trigger for much, much longer.