Dubai Vacation with a Twist

Dubai vacation with a twist

part 2

by didmaker

Linda stood there in the middle of the room. Hands tied behind her, legs hobbled, gagged and a sash tied to stimulate her sex every time she moved her hands. And to top it off her two friends had dressed her in a all covering niqab over all that. She awkwardly walked over to one of the beds and sat down, the movements made her sensitive spots tingling as the knots in the white silky sash rubbed against her thru her white panties. She moaned a little and couldn't resist moving her arms a little more. She thought about her recent dry spell, 4 months since her last time. Maybe she should walk over like this to the party to get Georgio, that hunk of an Italian, to take her. She started moving her hands some more and then snagged the sash with her fingers for better control. She laid down and rolled over on her stomach on the bed and started to masturbate with the knots. The rhythm was steady and she started to breathe more heavily as her arousal started to inflame her mind. The pulled harder and harder on the sash to get a faster flow of events, but the two knots on the sash was a very limited way for her to reach her goal. She now and then cursed Sherry and Donna for there idea but couldn't stop herself, she needed this. Oh boy did she need this.

Linda was so deep in her own enjoyment that she never heard the cleaning lady knocking and after not receiving any answer, entered the room to check that everything was in order. Suddenly she stood there in the room, a pile of new fresh towels on her arms and her eyes locked on the writing moaning form of a woman in a niqab on the bed.

-<What are you doing on the guest's bed? Are you sick?> the woman asked in Farsi.

Linda froze and just looked up at the cleaning lady, a heavyset lady in her late 40s. Dressed in a long sleeved and to the floor hem lined uniform and a scarf on her head, leaving only her face visible. The woman put down the towels and moved over to her.

-<Answer me, why are you in the American ladies room?>

Linda tried to say something and all that came out was a low grunting. The woman leaned over and saw the blue eyes through the slits. Her own eyes narrowed and she moved around the bed. Bending down she lifted the hem of the niqab and took in the display. She saw the nylon covered legs tied together with he scarf and she could see the woman's panty covered ass on which her tied hands rested. She realized that this was not a local woman and that this tourist was tied up, probably against her will.

- Oh dear. Who has done this to you, here let me help you miss. She said in a heavy accent.

Nadira reached down and helped the woman up on her feet and then with practised skill undressed her from the confines of the niqab. She looked at Linda's slightly unfocused eyes and her gag. Reaching up, Nadira undid the knot and removed the scarf from between Linda's lips. She then discovered that something white was hanging out between Linda's full red lips so she took a grip and started to pull out the second scarf from her mouth. She looked at Linda with concern.

- Who did this, should I fetch the police? I'll fetch the manager; he will help you catch the bad men that did this. Here I'll untie you and then...

- No, please no manager. No police. I...

The woman stopped. Her eyes narrowed again and Linda could fill a chill in the woman's stare.

- No police? Who did this?

Linda blushed and looked down as she tried to explain.

- My friends did this; it's a initiation to a kind of club. They were going to let me walk over to a party like this to get a man there interested in me but they left and...

Linda listened to her self rambling on. She was surprised at how easy she told this cleaning lady the truth.

The woman's eyes narrowed some more and she then took a step backwards looking closer at Linda's appearance. Her eyes found the sash with its two knots and she looked behind Linda and followed the sash up to her hands. It was still twisted into her fingers for better leverage. The woman reached out and moved the sash a bit making Linda close her eyes and moan, she was that close to an orgasm. The woman snorted.

- I see. So you enjoy coming to other countries and use their sacred customs for your own perverted games? Her tone was not friendly and Linda could hear a rage building in the woman's voice.

- No, I would never....

- Silence whore! The woman slapped Linda hard across the face making her stumble backwards a step. She looked at the woman in silent shock as a bright red mark spread across her cheek.

- I will teach you to better respect the women of my country, you American pig-whore.

She pushed Linda backwards onto the bed again and rolled her forcefully over on her stomach. The woman then climbed into he bed beside her and before she realised what was happening the woman was sitting on top of her straddling her body between two thick powerful thighs that pinched Linda's body into a tight grip. The woman was facing Linda's feet and she took hold of Linda's hands with one hand and with the other she started to spank her defenceless panty clad ass with furious anger. Every swat made Linda's ass feel like it was on fire and she started to cry and after a few blows she finally screamed.

The woman froze and then got of Linda.

- Oh no you don't, American whore. I'm not done yet.

The woman grabbed something of the bed and then took a good grip of the neck hairs on Linda and pulled up her face from the bed. As Linda got ready to scream for help the cleaning lady jammed a pair of socks in her mouth and then followed them up with a pair of panties. She used her fingers to cram them deep inside Linda's mouth and then took on of the scarves and tied it around Linda's mouth drawing it tight between her lips, making her cheeks bulge with the stuffing.

- There, that should keep you silent for your correction, whore. The woman hissed at her.

And with that she got back on top of Linda and continued to spank her for a couple of minutes. Linda wriggled and screamed into her gag and the tears ran down her now puffy cheeks but no one was coming to help her. After a while the woman got of her and stood up. Taking the second scarf she used it to tie Linda's already hobbled  feet tightly together, crossing them at her ankles. She then corrected her uniform and moving over to the first bed picked up her stack of towels and walked to the door. She turned towards Linda and with a icy stare at the bound crying blond she said

- For your sins and total lack of respect for other people you should get much more than that, but I have a job to do. Prey I don't come back, you perverted American whore of a sow.

She then left the room and locked the door behind her. Linda just watched the door, tears streaming down her face from the humiliation and the pain. What had she done wrong? She tried to get free from her bonds but the only result was that the knots on the sash started to do their work again on her swollen pussy. She couldn't help herself and soon she started to moan again.

After a few minutes Linda's body and mind was wrecked by a earth shattering orgasm that made her almost black out. She spasmed in her bonds and then lay still on top of the bed, panting heavily. She started to cry again and wished someone would come and release her. She tried to wriggle lose, but found the scarves holding her body bound wouldn't budge.

After another twenty minutes she heard the door open again. She looked up but was startled to see that it wasn't either Donna or Sherry that walked in. It was two persons in niqabs. Linda first thought that it was her friends and that they where going to try too fool her again but she quickly realized that one of the persons was shorter and a bit wider than either of her two friends. They both entered and closed the door behind them. They moved over to the bed where she laid and stood looking at Linda who started to blushed and tried to hide her face in the bed. She could hear the persons talk in hushed voices in Farsi, but didn't understand a word.

-<See, I told you she was nothing but a whore.>

-<Yes, I can see that. But what are we going to do about it? I know she need to be properly chastised for her transgressions against our culture but how, dear sister?>

-<We'll bring her back home and show her how we deal with her sort ourselves. She has a lovely body and I wouldn't mind feeling her skin against mine>

-<A wonderful idea, but won't she stand out a bit too much, you know : tall, blond and tied up?>

-<No, look over there. I told you she was masturbating in a niqab, the filthy little whore.>

-<Ah, I see. Sneak her out in a niqab? Clever. Ok, let's do it.>

The two women approached Linda and one of them spook, Linda recognized the voice. To her horror it was the cleaning lady.

- So whore. You know I should report you to the police. They would throw you in jail for what you have done.

Linda looked at the woman. What I have done? She said before I had done something wrong but what?

- Do you want me to fetch the police?

Linda stared and then shook her head.

- I did not think so, whore. But you need to be shown the error of your filthy American ways and to be educated into better respect for cultures other than your own rotten one.

Linda felt a cold sinking feeling in her stomach.

- We, my sister and I will bring you to our home where you will see how women truly live in our land and maybe then you will have little more respect for my country.

Linda froze, bring her home with them? What did she mean? She was having none of that of course. As soon as they untied her she would talk sense to the two ladies. Some money should smooth things over what it was she was supposed to have done wrong.

- Do you agree, American whore?

Linda nodded reluctantly and then let the two women unti the scarf around her ankles and drag her of the bed and on to her feet again. She was a little confused that they didn't untie her more.

-<Find her some proper shoes, sister> Nadira asked Isra.

-<Yes, sister>

Isra moved over to a suitcase and rummaged thru it. Now and then holding out a garment and looking at it. Eventually she found a pair of sandals which she returned with to her sister and the bound American woman. Isra noticed that the front of the woman's panties was soggingly wet.

-<Has she wet her self, sister?>

Nadira looked down and smiled, she had been right about this little whore.

-<No, I think she has masturbated herself to an orgasm and it must have been after I left.>

-<Truly a little whore then.>

-<Indeed. Those the shoes?>

-<Yes, I found a lovely pair of stilettos but that would just make her taller and the tell tale click of the heels would alert suspicion.>

-<Good thinking. Here, lets put them on her.>

Isra bent down and Nadira locked eyes with he still confused Linda.

- Help my sister to put the sandals on. When she tells you to you lift a foot you lift that foot. Do you understand?

Linda nodded and wondered if it wouldn't be easier to simply untie her first. Isra said something in Farsi and tapped her left foot. Linda lifted it and felt it being encased in the sandal, the strapped drawn about her slender ankle under the hobble. The manoeuvre was repeated with her right foot. Isra stood up and looked at Linda. She then turned to Nadira and said

-<Her eyes are blue>

-<Yes, they are. Beautiful aren't they?>

-<Yes, but what if someone notices? I mean everything else will be concealed, but her eyes are still visible you know.>

-<Hadn't thought of that. Her own niqab doesn't have a veil and ours are to short for her.> Nadira was silent for a second or two and then smiled to her self. <I have an idea. Keep an eye on the whore while I look fore something. These filthy pigs should have exactly what I need.>

Nadira moved over to the suitcase where the sandals had come from but didnt find anything. After some rummaging through it she moved over to a wardrobe and started to pull out drawers. After a while she found what she needed. She returned to their tied victim and held up a sheer black silk stocking.

-Your first lesson in humility. Eyes are not to be flaunted as if they where jewels. Stand still, whore.

Nadira then griped the hem of the stocking with both hands and then started to pull the stocking down over Linda's head, encasing it in a sheer black silk hood. Linda immediately started to protest and tried to move away which only earned her a slap across the face from Isra.

- Behave!

Linda froze and felt the stocking being drawn down over her head. Her view was dimmed by the fabric of the stocking and her hair was pressed against her skull now. Nadira pulled the stocking down to the woman's neck and then let go of it. She pinched the fabric at the nose and drew it out to allow more room for the nose and eyes. She looked at Linda's now veiled eyes and the blue colour was not as apparent now. She smiled again at her ingenuity.

-<Wonder full idea, sister. I almost can't tell if her eyes are brown or blue now.>

-<And people will not stare her in hte eyes since it is simply not done. Lets get her into the niqab now and get out of her before her friends comes back and ends our fun.>

The two sisters took the niqab from the bed and Linda suddenly realised that they weren't going to untie her. They where taking her to their home tied like this. She wouldn't get a chance to plead her way out of it. She started to grunt and fidget with her bonds which prompted Nadirta to slap her a couple of times across the face again and then lean close to the woman's silk stocking enclosed face.

- If you don't behave we will hand you over to the police directly and they will take you like this and lock you up until the morning in a jail cell with all the other filthy whores they catch tonight. Would you like us to do that?

Lind stared at the two cold dark eyes visible through the eye slits of the cleaning lady's niqab and she knew the woman meant it. Linda hung her head and shook it, blushing under the stocking.

- Good, then stand still or my next action is to phone the police.

Whit that said the two sisters then draped Linda in the long enveloping dark niqab. She stood still as they fidget around with the fitting and to line up the eye slits with her veiled blue eyes.

-<Lovely, no one can tell she is tied up under that. This is going to be fun.>

-<Yes, fun for us anyways. Let get going. I can't wait to get this trollop home>

They walked up and stood on either side of Linda and the cleaning lady told her:

- You will not try to escape me and my sister. If you try anything we will phone the police. If you try to get help from someone we will hand you over to the police. If you obey us and behave you will not have to go to prison for your filthy whoring crimes against our culture and country. Your only chance of ever getting back home to your home now is to follow our instructions. Do you understand?

Linda nodded reluctantly and both Isra and Nadira smiled widely and evilly under the hood of their own niqabs

-<She truly believes she will end up in jail? For what?>

-<I haven't told her and I really can't think of anything. But she doesn't know that and that gives us a upper hand on this uneducated American sow.>

They both let out a low murmur like laugh as they walked over to the door with their captive between them. Isra opened the door and walk out, looking both sides and then motioned the two others to follow her to the service elevator at the end of the corridor for a quick trip down to the cellar floor and the staff areas.

End part 2