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   Counter Terrorism

   Following college, Annette had no plans for the future.  Majoring in art
history didn't leave many career opportunities and she was responsible for
a huge debt created by tuition, room and board and worst of all text books.
Her best friend Cathy persuaded her to join the Peace Corps, saying she'd
be able to travel and wouldn't have to pay off her loans.

   They joined together and they were placed in Fes Morocco, just west of
Casablanca, since Annette minored in Spanish and Cathy spoke fluent arabic.
Life was very strange in the country.  The female workers were not allowed
to venture out at night without a guide.  So Annette and Cathy became
extremely close.  They taught each other their foreign languages and
frequently made requests to travel north to Spain.  About once a month
they'd travel to there to explore the majestic countryside and the famous
castles.

   This month they planned to visit Barcelona and see the famous sagrada
Familia, a cathedral that looks like it's melting.  After providing the
corps with the locations they'd stay at They packed their bags and walked
to the bus stop.

   Poverty was a way of life and the buses were always packed with people
traveling from city to city looking for work.  The bus arrived late and
they packed themselves in tightly.  Annette and Cathy held their bags close
to them instead of risking having them stolen in the storage compartments.
They learned quickly after being pick pocketed that they must always have a
close eye on their posessions.

   The bus stopped for gas about fifty miles outside Tangiers.  People
streamed out of the bus to escape the overwhelming stench of body odor and
to visit the primitive toilets.  Since the two girls carried their luggage
they were last to get off the bus and had to wait in line to use the
facilities.  They went in together.

   Annette lined the wooden hole that separated the soiled vat underneath
from the room above with toilet paper she took from her bag.  The stench
wasn't as bad as most places they visited in Morocco.  Making conversation
she asked Cathy, "Did you see that handsome Habibi on the bus.  He was
checking you out like he wanted to ride you across the desert."

   "Shut up, he was looking at you because you wore that stupid tank top.
You know women aren't supposed to expose any flesh.  You're lucky he didn't
spit at us," Cathy said wiping the sweat from her forehead.

   "Well you're one to talk.  I heard you fuck that Fez last week when you
thought I was sleeping," Annette said with a sly grin while wiping the lat
drops of piss from her slit.

   "You little bitch," Cathy countered slapping Annette's thigh before she
was able to pull her pants up.  "We didn't fuck...  well he didn't want to,
but I did convince his to give me head in exchange for a blow job.  He was
a tough sell though.  These fez are a bunch of prudes, we'd have better
luck with the gay italians and swedes from the Corps." She replaced Annette
on the toilet.

   "Well, that handsome habibi can fill me with all five of his pillars if
he wants to, he was just a tall and lean, sweaty piece of meat," Annette
teased.

   Wiping her couch Cathy said, "You know they kill westerners for saying
things like that." She pulled her pants up and they picked up their packs.

   Trying unsuccessfully to open the door Annette said, "This fucking door
is jammed."

   "Let me see," Cathy gave it a tough tug and a push.  "The door is
stuck." They both started pushing on it and it didn't give.  They resorted
to pounding to get someone's attention but to no avail.  When they heard
the roar of the buses motor they both freaked out, crying hysterically and
pounding the door and walls with all their might.  The sound of the engine
faded into that of the wind.  Annette sat down while Cathy continued to
pound away.

   "Give it up, we're just going to have to wait until the next bus comes
and they open the door," Annette said trying to calm Cathy.

   "We have to get out of here," Cathy repeated over and over.  She used
her light wieght and started to slam into the door with her shoulder. 
After hurting herself she collapsed onto the filthy floor sobbing and
cursing.  Almost a half hour had past since they got into the outhouse.

   A shadow passed over the door and Annette jumped for joy and told Cathy,
"we're saved, get up." Cathy was rising to her feet when the arab that they
were talking about from the bus unlatched a lock and opened the door.

   With a firm voice he commanded them in a thick arabic accent, "Stay
where you are." Annette went cold when she saw him holding a pistol in his
hand.  He was wearing a long charcoal kameez that made him look ten feet
tall.  His beard was short and his skin was dark.  His black eyes were wide
and loofed frenzied.  Annette almost jumped when she heard a car start and
race up beside the outhouse.

   The man opened the door of the rusted Mercedes Benz and instructed the
two to "get in." Cathy, holding her back tight to her chest ran into the
car.  Annette looked the man in the eye causing him to instinctively look
away but brought his gaze back, intensified even more and lifting the
pistol up told her again to get in the car.  She grabbed her bag and walked
steadily to the car.  The man hopped in and they sped off south down the
dusty road.

   Cathy was silently shivering and crying and Annette was studying the two
men in the front seat.  Neither was older than sixteen she figured due to
their sparce beards and unscarred flesh.  Dealing with these people, she
learned that few reached adulthood without being mangled and disfigured. 
These boys were still untainted.

   Annette was the first to speak, "Cathy, we're being kidnapped, but we
have to do something."

   Looking at Annette with feverish eyes, Cathy asked, "What do you suppose
we do?"

   Annette shrugged and looked around.  The car had no handles in the back
seat and the cranks for the windows were missing.  The two boys in the
front had the windows down and were listening to some cleric preaching
about the death of Israel.  She figured that the worst thing would be the
boys using them to make demands against the west.  That made the girls
valuable until they took the video.  She figured that she had to postpone
them from making any tape of them.

   Speaking in arabic she asked over the wind and the radio to the two
boys, "What are your names?" Both of them looked back at her with a
surprised look when hearing her speak their language.

   The driver was about to answer when the other stopped him and said to
her, "Silence you American whore, anything you say will just worsen your
end." Cathy squeezed her eyes shut and buried her head into her pack. 
Annette just continued to look at the boy.

   "Well, I'll just call you Habibi.  You don't mind flattery do you?" she
asked causing him to smirk and mutter something under his breathe to the
driver making them both laugh.  "Come now, tell me your names.  I'm going
to need to call you something right?"

   The driver said to the other boy, "Tell her, so she can tell Satan who
sent her." They laughed and the driver turned to her and said, "You can
call me Asad because I'm like a lion and he is Zahid."

   "Well I'm Annette and this river of tears is Cathy," she said rubbing
Cathy's back.  "I guess we're not being taken to the beach for a party."
The two boys laughed and shook their heads.  "So where are you taking us?"

   Zahid turned to her and said, "You'll find out soon enough."

   "Let me guess.  Selling us to slave drivers?" Zahid shook his head. 
"Taking us to rape us?" He gave her a wild look and shook his head.  "Going
to bring us to terrorists?"

   He bared his teeth and said, "The soldiers of Allah will use you to
promote His cause."

   "I knew it," she said cheerfully.  "You boys are at war with the
infidel, probably hoping to one day give your life to the cause so you can
go to paradise and claim your forty virgins."

   Asad murmured something to Zahid who gave him a grimace and hit him in
the shoulder.  "Zahid thinks you're an infidel temptress," Asad said to her
drawing another punch from Zahid.

   "Ha, temptress.  I'm still a virgin.  You'll probably meet me up in
paradise.  I'll be number 17 out of 40." Annette laughed and Asad joined
her.

   "Allah will never permit you beyond his gates," Zahid shouted at her in
melodramatic rage.

   "How do you figure?  I'm no Christian or Jew.  Islam loves converts and
yet you'd rather send me to get killed than enlighten me to His compassion.
Paradise is still an option for me.  You're closing the gate to paradise
yourself, you just don't know you're on the outside." Zahid was silent
after her rant.  Asad looked at them both and burst into laughter.

   They drove for several more hours.  Zahid was silent for a long time but
Zahid and Annette were talking and joking with each other.  Cathy even dug
her head out of her bag and listened to them, though never participating.
The sun had long since sunk into the sky and Asad was yawning with
regularity.  He decided to stop for the night when they passed an abandoned
gas station.

   Asad ushered the girls out and into the station.  They sat on a wooden
bench as him and Zahid rummaged through the rubble.  Asad found several
chocolate bars and tossed a couple at the girls.  They opened them up and
despite the white coating, they devoured them down.  Asad laughed and went
back to the pile.  They found more from the heap then enjoyed an unhealthy
meal together washing it down with warm flat soda.

   The boys left the girls in the station and went outside for evening
prayer then started a fire.  All the anxiety got to the girls and they fell
asleep to the smell of the fire holding each other while laying on the
bench.

   Annette was awakened by a hand stroking through her hair.  She opened
her eyes to see Asad's face glowing in the moon light.  She began in
English but quickly switched to Arabic saying, "What, Asad you startled
me."

   "No, it's you that has surprised me.  I cannot deprive my heart your
touch any longer," with that he pressed his lips against hers.  She was
caught off guard but forced herself into the kiss.  He was inexperienced
and Annette had to push her tongue through his clamped lips to get him to
open his mouth.  His breathe was sour but she ignored it in hopes of
potentially freeing herself and Cathy.

   She was still on the bench, laying on Cathy.  Asad was knealt beside
her. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her chest.  He just let it
press against her so she guided him to squeezing and massaging her tit.  He
was getting a little rough on her nipples so she sat up and took her shirt
off.  He was still knealing before her while she was reaching behind
herself to undo her bra.  She peered outside and saw Zahid's figure sitting
beside the fire, staring intently at her.  Something passed between them.

   Asad reached up and pulled her straps to the side.  She released the
clasp and the cups fell to her lap.  He was mesmerized by her pale tits
bathed blue in the moonlight.  She reached out and pulled his head to her
chest, guiding his mouth to her tit.  He sucked hard making her gasp and
pull away slightly.  He went to the other tit, already hard from the night
air.  She looked back out the window, but couldn't see Zahid.

   Asad pulled her to the ground.  He kissed down her belly to her waist.
Annette could feel his hands lightly shaking as he undid her button and
pulled down her zipper.  He paused for a moment when he saw her silky
smooth panties glowing in the moonlight.  He reached for her waistline and
she lifted her hips.  He tugged and worked her tight jeans down her legs.
She was now laying on the cold tiled floor with only her panties to protect
her.  He was yanking off her shoes to completely remove her pants.

   He crawled back up her legs and brought his face to her crotch.  Annette
could hear him inhaling deeply but he had yet to touch her pussy.  She
started to grind her hips toward his face.  She managed to brush her clit
against his large nose.  He seemed to like it and would snake his tongue
out as she rolled her panty clad slit near his mouth.

   He abruptly and forcefully held her down.  Annette was frightened for a
moment until he slipped the tips of his fingers over her panty line and
dragged them down.  She lifted her hips to help him and he murmured
something under his breath when her pube covered mound was exposed.  He
launched his face back to her cooch when her panties were off and he
started to lick around her snatch.

   She spread her legs to give him better access, but he was unskilled.  He
was sloppy and had no idea that her clit needed attention.  She grew
frustrated and figured it was her time to wield control.

   Slipping him over with the force of her hips she straddled his chest. 
He had a frantic look in his eyes when she bent down to kiss him, but it
faded into his passion.  She shimmied down his body to the end of his khaki
kameez.  She put her hands on his ankles and pushed up the material while
running her hands up his legs.  He shuddered when she reached his thighs
and he lifted his hips so that she could bunch up the material around his
waist.  He had on white boxer shorts raised high from his erect cock.  She
grabbed the ends and pulled down.  His cock slapped up when the elastic
band passed the end of his shaft.  Annette studied it as she finished
pulling down his underwear.  His cock was a little gnarled, maybe due to a
poor circumcision, but it was long and dark with a thick black patch of
hair as a mane.  Releasing his cock, she could smell the pungent musky odor
coming from his crotch.

   Breathing deeply she moved toward the shaft.  She just wanted to lube
him up a bit.  She held onto the base, drawing a moan from Asad, then she
ran her tongue the length of his salty pole.  The head was darker than the
shaft, but at least it was smooth.  She brought it to her mouth and inhaled
it.  Asad was moaning with each breath he took and Annette was a little
concerned that he'd blow his load.  She wanted to send this boy to paradise
before he tried to send her to hell.  She bobbed up and down a couple more
times, letting the saliva, that was pouring out her mouth from the flavor
of his cock, coat his shaft.

   She took the cock out of her mouth and straddled his hips.  She looked
at him and realized that he was now hers.  The only fire in his eyes was
solely for her.  She held his cock and lowered herself onto it.  He
grimaced as she slid the cock around her slit and rested in against her
vagina.  The head popped through her tight ring.

   She had lied about being a virgin, but she knew that the boy wouldn't
know the difference.  She still put on a good show, grunting, groaning and
whimpering as she descended on him millimeters at a time.  He had a smile
on his face as she performed.  She cried out rather loudly and Asad sat up
and told her to keep quiet that she'd wake up Zahid.

   "I saw him watching us from outside, I thought he knew," she startled
Asad.  He quickly rolled her over and pulled out.

   "It is probably nothing, but I should check on him.  You stay where you
are, and I will be back shortly." He walked out of the station.  Annette
pulled her panties back on and sat on the bench looking outside.

   Cathy startled her saying, "Are you crazy?"

   "Sh, I'm trying to pull something off here," Annette said turning toward
Cathy's wide eyes.

   Still laying down in the same position she was hours earlier, she said,
"You're gonna get us killed."

   "No I'm not but you just keep quiet and let me handle things."

   "These people aren't playing around, they won't hesitate to fucking..."

   Annette cut her off, "Did you just hear that, it sounded like a moan."
She looked around outside.  Cathy held her breathe.  They both heard a
grunt and something collapse then steps coming toward the station.  Cathy
squinted her eyes shut as Annette climbed down to the floor and struck a
provacative pose.

   The door opened and Annette said, "I've missed you handsome.  Are we
going to pick up where we left off?"

   Zahid stepped out of the shadow, there was a black streak along his
already dark kameez.  He said in a low serious voice, "Where did we leave
off?"

   Annette was shocked.  She figured it was blood on his clothing, Asad's
blood.  She had to think quick.  "You were about to show me what paradise
was like.  Why don't you take off that kameez and show me."

   He stood there for several moments, then he laid something down on the
counter with a clunk.  He stepped forward, pulling the long robe up over
his head.  His body was thin and lanky underneath.  The white boxers had
dark splotches from where the blood filtered through the outer clothing. 
He was now only a few feet away.  Annette sensed his hesitation and crawled
over to him on her hands and knees.  She looked up him, his eyes blazing in
fury, perspiration was caught in his sparce beard making it glisten in the
moonlight.  She reached up and brought her face to his crotch.  She inhaled
deeply so that he could hear her.  She reached behind him and tugged his
boxers down slowly.  When his cock was free she grabbed a hold and licked
the shaft.  It was much nicer than Asad's.  A little veiny but a straight
and smooth shaft leading to a well shaped mushroomed helmet.

   She engulfed the head in her mouth and heard Zahid groan.  She tried her
best to deep throat.  It was never her specialty but she managed to lodge
the entire length of his eight inch cock in her mouth.  Her nose was buried
in his pungent pubes.  She pulled it out and then began to bob up and down
the length of his shaft.

   She was doing it for about a minute before he grabbed her hair and
pulled her off.  He held her face in both hands and looked at her
frightened expression.  "You want paradise," he said and after a paused
followed up with, "but you will only receive wrath." And he flung her to
the floor.

   He fell on top of her as she tried to crawl away.  He grabbed her
panties and ripped them from her waist.  The loud tearing what coupled with
the sound of her scream.  He flipped her over and slapped her.  She covered
her face and sobbed.  He forcefully spread her legs and brought his pelvis
to hers.  She didn't resist.  He guided his prick to her pussy and without
even smearing any juices he thrust into her.  She cried out in pain and he
told her that Allah couldn't hear here protests.  He thrust into her
violently, scratching her back against the rubble that she was laying upon.


   He was increasing the pace and calling her an "infidel whore" between
grunts of pleasure.  His cock twitched and he moaned loudly followed by a
gutteral howl.  He collapsed onto her and exhaled deeply.  She continued to
sob, frightened as to what would come next: beatings, murder or worse.

   His weight upon her made her wheeze as she cried.  She felt delirious
and thought she heard her name being called.  The thumping of blood in her
ears finally subsided to the sound of Cathy calling her, "Annette, Annette?
Are you all right?  Talk to me sweety."

   Annette felt Zahid's body being rolled off of her.  His cock was still
hard and lodged in her and it slid out with him.  His face was all
contorted when she finally opened her eyes to see Cathy pulling him by the
waist away from Annette.  Rolling out from underneath him, Annette felt
disoriented, why wasn't Zahid reacting?  when did Cathy get off the bench?
Her questions were ansered when she saw a bloody knife rising out of
Zahid's upper back and blood collecting around the small of his back.

   "We're gonna be okay sweety, we'll make it just fine," Cathy comforted
Annette.  In minutes she was dressed and they searched Zahid's kameez for
the keys.  Walking to the car they saw Asad's crumpled body beside the
station.  His neck had been slit and his belly had a long gash.

   Annette sat in the passenger side shaking from head to toe.  She felt
the cum of Zahid drooling from her snatch.  Cathy pumped the gas and
started the Mercedes.  There was smoke still billowing out from the fire
the boys had started.  An orange glow was on the eastern horizon.  Cathy
put the car into gear and drove toward the darkness.

   THE END
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