French Woman’s Ordeal Part 1

By Sonya Esperanto sonyaesperanto_15@hotmail.com

Story:

It was a hot day in Pattaya, Thailand. It was summer time. The locals were running around, with hats on their heads, and here they watch the Western tourists, walking around. Foreigners from Scandinavia love Thailand’s heat.

Claire was walking around. Claire was an attractive woman, originally from Bretagne, somewhere in the West Coast of the France, that faced the Atlantic Ocean. She stood at 6 feet tall, with medium brown hair and light brown eyes, and pretty Alpine looking. She had a large buxom ass and very large breasts, at 40D. She also had the body of a supermodel.

As it was summer time, Claire was walking around, carrying shopping bags on both hands. It was cheap to buy things over in South East Asian countries. She was dressed in a long red dress, had a large sombrero-style hate on, shades on (something like sun glasses) and she noticed how she was getting the attention of the local men, who were much shorter than she was.

The wolf whistles and  compliments in Thai, seemed to have made her smile. Being single with no children, Claire had all the freedom in the world. For a living, she was a CEO. She had a high reputation and enjoyed bossing her male employees around. She was a strong feministic woman. She hoped that her own country would be more like those in Scandinavia.

Later, in the evening, Claire went to a local Thai nightclub, full of foreigners and tourists. The disco music was good and Claire was sat all by herself, on a table, enjoying her drink. While she was drinking, she had been joined by a man. He smiled, “Hi, may I join you”. She was smiling. He was quite handsome. The accent sounded like somewhere from the Mediterranean and was tall, dark and handsome.

“Yes, please do. I could use the company”, Claire smilingly said. She wanted to meet handsome guys, who would come here. But she wanted to avoid Americans and English, since she thought them too arrogant. He joined her and smiled.

“I’m Hasan”, offering his hand to Claire. She took his and said, “I’m Claire. You speak good English.” Hasan returned back the compliment, “So do you”.

After having a normal conversation, they got along really well. Hasan was from Lebanon, from Beirut. He was also vacationing in Thailand and was a tourist agent, in Beirut. Lebanon has as many ancient ruins, like those of Greece and Italy.

“Hey listen, Hasan. I have got to go the toilet. Could you watch my drink for me, please”, Claire had asked. “No problem”, he replied back in French, since he could speak French as well, to Claire. Claire got up from her seat and walked to the table.  She didn’t finish her drink. But while she had been gone, Hasan took out something from his jacket. It was a small bottle. He opened it and took out some dissolvable pill. He put it, inside Claire’s half empty glass. He watches it dissolve, smiling. Hasan is obviously one of those guys, who spike women’s drinks and turn them to rape victims.

When Claire finally got back, she smiled at Hasan. She sat down again and finished her drink up, saying to him, “My place or yours?” Hasan smiled, “Yours”.

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Hasan drove them back to her motel. He rented this car (at a very cheap price). Hasan opened the motel door for them but by the time he did, Claire felt disoriented. This was when the pill was starting to take effect. “I feel dizzy”, Claire said. Her mind wasn’t working and thinking very well, like she felt she had too much to drink. Gullible Claire.

When they got inside, Hasan helped her to the bed. She looked dizzy and from the looks of it, Hasan placed a large tray beside her. She went down to sniff it, and she recognized it. It reminder her of Cocaine. Then she felt and saw some light flashes.

Hasan was taking pictures, of Claire taking drugs. Claire wasn’t sure what to make of this but she collapsed, on the bed. Hasan smiled. He was going to leave in the morning and outside her door, place a “Don’t Disturb” Sign. This was his plan. He was going to come back here tomorrow and he also made sure that he left some copies of the picture, next to her and a letter.

(to be continued)

French Woman’s Ordeal Part II – The Blackmail

By Sonya Esperanto sonyaesperanto_15@hotmail.com

Story:

Claire stayed in her motel room the whole day. She was scared stiff. Her mystery man yesterday set her up. How could she have been so stupid, not to see this. The pictures lied next to her and there, it looked as if she was sniffing cocaine, a very serious offence in Thailand. Many Western tourists have gone to jail, for sniffing and using cocaine, in a country where it is forbidden.

There was also a letter there. It reads:

“……I will be back today. Do not leave this motel room, unless you want the cleaners to know what you have there. I have many copies of what you did. Calling the police will do you no good…”

There was a knock on the door. Claire’s heart beat was racing. Blackmail, was what she was thinking right now. She walked towards the door and opened it. there, stood Hasan. She wanted to scream and hit him, but knew that would be problematic and invite the motel people in and also they will call the police. No win situation.

Hasan came in and closed the door behind her. “You bastard”, she rushed towards him and started punching and hitting him, but he managed to block it each time. He gave her one tight slap and she fell back to her bed. She felt defeated and did not want to face anyone right now.

She could have left but if she did, he would send the pictures to the motel and they would call the police OR he would send it to the authorities stationed in Thai airports. He won.

“What do you want from me, you bastard. Is it money?” she whimpered. Hasan mocked her and was being cocky (in French), “I am far too rich for that. your money does not interest me.”

Claire screamed, “What do you want from me?” Hasan smiled “I have copies of the pictures that I took of you, yesterday. I took it with me”. She had no tape recorder and he probably checked her out, while drugged, to see if she could use anything against him.

“Keep your mouth shut. Today, you are going to leave the hotel. Pack all your stuff”, he ordered.

Claire left the motel room and had her bags with her. She paid the motel receptionist and she left with Hasan, in his car. He drove them, to a location in Pattaya, by some jungles. He had all this figured out. She thought that he was some eccentric rich Middle Easterner, who had fun with people. Crazy and evil. She thought only England had such people, but from the Middle East?

Hasan stopped the car and then told her, “I am going to blindfold you. Do not resist”. He said it with a threatening tone, like he could kill her. Claire was so scared, that she complied. There was nobody in sight and no one to rescue her, from this evil bastard. He took a cloth and blindfolded her.

But before she knew it, he TAPED her mouth. He then told her to follow him to the trunk. She was scared. She was thinking that he was a white slaver, who sells Western women to some Far Eastern or Middle Eastern brothel or pimp or abusive bastard.

She heard him open the trunk and he told her to get in. She was helped, to get inside and once she lied down, he shut the car trunk loud. Complete darkness. She hoped that she did not suffocate, from lack of oxygen.

The car drove away again.

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The car stopped.  It was by some yacht, on a desolate dock. He opened the car trunk and escorted her out of it. She followed Hasan’s voice and walked with him. She was walking for a very long time and his arm tugging on hers, was rough and she could smell his breath, like those of a criminal, a thug.

She was led to the yacht. She felt that she was inside a room and heard it close behind her. She lied on the floor. He left her belongings in the car and left it behind him. The ID he used was a fake one anyway. He returned the car back to the shop he rented it from, and took the bus, to go the secretive routes, to where this yacht was.

When he got back to his yacht, he then untied the ropes and sailed away. He was sailing his yacht to some island, where there were less people.

After a while, Hasan went back to Claire. He turned the light switch on and UNTAPED her mouth and took off the blindfolds. “No problem there, Cher. You are safe”, eh chuckled. “People will come looking for me”, she said. He smiled, “Authorities here are so corrupted, that they would force the French government to pay them more money. You think they would do that. Why do you think when the French riots happened, last year on December, the police did nothing. Simple. They were incompetent, like all French people.”

Hasan laughed and Claire was too weak to put up a fight. She cried, went to her knees and pleaded with him, “I didn’t do anything. I don’t have anything against Arabs and Muslims. Please, let me go. This is all wrong. This is against your religion”, she begged.

Hasan slapped her and said, “All French people hate Arabs. All French people hate Muslims. You took drugs. Maybe, you want us to take you to the Thai authorties. Maybe we cut your tongue off, eh and make you talk less. We give them the pictures and bye bye France”. Hasan told her, “We are heading for a remote location”.

The room had now windows. There was a small yacht bed. There was also a small table. “If you behave, will get you something to eat”. She looked at him, in defeat. “You promise to behave”, he said. She nodded, “Qui, I promise to behave.

Later that evening, he came back to her room again. She could not escape, because he locked it from outside. He told her that his partner was with him and so she should not contemplate escape.

After she ate her meal, from a plate and drank her glass of water, he took the meal away from her on a tray. He then told her, “I will be back later”. He locked her door , form outside. Claire screamed and cried. Bastard, she cried.

As night time approached, the door opened. The light switch was on. It was Hasan again. He then smiled at her but this time, she was scared. “Take off your clothes”, he said. Claire shook her head, she refused. She said, “No, no. You can’t make me do this”. He took out a gun, from behind his pants and said, “I said now.”

Claire cried and tears flowed down. Why was this happening to her. She had done nothing wrong. She started unbuttoning her shirt. She then started taking off the rest of her clothes and shoes. She was stood there NAKED. “Stay there”, he told her. She stood there, like a Greek statue. Her mind was racing. She was naked and threatened at gun point. She hoped he wasn’t going to kill her or shoot her or anything like that.

Hasan shouted and later, he was joined by an Arab woman, with nice Olive complexion and long black hair and strong black eyes, very round and calculative. The woman was holding some cloths. “Get on the bed” commanded Hasan. Claire walked towards the bed and got up. It was big enough for her.

The woman walked towards Claire and had aggressively made Claire position her body, like that of the Sphinx in Egypt. Her wrists had been tied to the upper bed post. Her ankles had been tied together and very roughly. The Arab woman was beautiful but evil.

Claire could not move much. Her naked body was a delicious sight. The Arab woman was talking Arabic to Hasan and he replied to her back. She was his rich sadistic sister. He gave her the gun and he started taking off his clothes.

Claire’s naked ass, was facing the side of the bed, as her ankles were on the bed’s side edge. Hasan was naked and he shoved his cock up her ass and he gave it to her really hard, while one hand was groping at her right breast, squeezing it really hard and also, his other hand, was yanking and pulling at her brown hair, in contrast to his jet black hair.

His cock was ramming up her ass. She was moaning and screaming, guiltily in sexual pleasure. She closed her eyes and pretended that her painful ordeal was romance.

His cock was flooding her ass, with his Middle Eastern cum. His cum was dripping down on her ass, as Hasan had unimaginable sexual stamina. Scandinavian and American women lusted after Hasan but they were not his type. French women, whether they were tall or short, where his type.

After fucking her ass, Hasan took his cock off. He then roughly untied her ankles and wrists and dragged her to the floor. “Look what you made me do” he laughingly barked. She could see his cock and see his sperm hanging there, through his circumcised cock. “Clean it”, he said. Claire was scared. She asked in French, “How should I clean it?”

Hasan said, “Use your hair”. Claire was scared. She was using her nice French hair, like a biological towel, and cleaned his cock clean. Her hair was now wet, with Arab sperm. After she degraded herself, by cleaning his cock, he then told her, “How about a French style blowjob”. His sister had the gun pointing towards Claire.

Claire dared not ask anymore questions, unless she wanted him to hit her. She was on her knees and grabbed his cock, with both hands. “Stare at it”, Hasan commanded. She was staring at his penis’ pissing hole. It looked like the Eye Of Ra, as far as she was concerned now.

“Now kiss it”, Hasan commanded. Claire drew her head closer and kissed the whole. Before she knew it,. golden liquid started squirting towards her French face. Hasan and his sister laughed at the background. “Don’t move. Let my Arab pee wash your European face”, commanded the barking Hasan. Claire had to let her face stink and be smelly now. After he peed on her face, he then said, “Now give me a Blow Job”. Claire opened her mouth and put his cock in. She started pumping her jaw, on his cock. He grabbed her hair and started fucking her head, like as if her mouth, was a VAGINA.

She was feeling chocked. She wanted him to stop but he too strong, his grip on her wet cummed brown hair and he was rough. If she asked him to stop, he would do worse things to Claire, and Claire’s body.

After fucking her head, he took his cock out and her body was yanked to the yacht bedroom floor. It’s wooden floor, was now like Hell.

By the time Claire got her proper consciousness again, she saw Hasan’s sister now naked and it was a naked Hasan, who was holding the gun.  Hasan’s sister was fast and storng. She kicked Claire’s legs and Claire stumbled to the ground again.

Claire was getting up, but remained on all fours. Hasan’s sister got on her back and used Claire’s French hair, as a Horse rein. “Giddy yup, horsey. Giddy yup”, she joked. Claire was walking like a dog, carrying his sister, on her back.

After riding Horsey Claire, the sister got up and she told Claire in French, not to move. Claire was positioned on all fours. She looked more sexier now, after being used and abused. “Now lower your head to the floor”, Hasan’s sister commanded. Claire did as she was told.

While Claire remained in that position, Hasan came and handed the gun to his sister. Hasan crouched and was holding Claire’s wrist down. One hand did that, while the other kept her head down to the floor.

Hasan’s sister was no lesbian and so, expecting lesbian sex would be a surprise. She then knelt by Claire’s nicely positioned ass and she then slowly shoved the gun, inside Claire’s ass. Claire could feel cold metal entering her anally.

“Don’t fucking move bitch. If you move or squirm, she will shoot you, inside your asshole”, laughed cockily Hasan. His sister also smiled wickedly. She saw how deep the front part of the gun was, like a dildo.

Claire made that sexual frustrated and affected noise. Hasan’s sister slowly pulled the front part of the gun out and then shoved it, in again. She kept on doing this, again and again until by mistake

BANG

Claire was dead. The bullet shot inside her body, through her ass.

Hasan and his sister were fighting. “We could have sold that beautiful whore”, he screamed. “Why did you have to shoot her”, he screamed.

Hasan’s sister shouted back, “Dump the body. Organs can’t be sold to the blackmarket too”.

They kept on fighting. They also had to clean the floor and dump the body in the sea, along with her stuff. At least they won’t get caught.

THE END