When the car finally stopped, I had no sense of where we were. A deserted street between dark buildings... not a soul in the street, and the two men around me made me get out of the vehicle and pushed me into the hall of a building where they each took me by an arm to hold me. 'take quick little steps (because of my stilettos) down a hallway where they turned on the timer, then whoever seemed to be leading them took a key out of his pocket and opened a door and they pushed me inside. The light flickered before turning on, and I discovered a long, half-empty room, on one side of the rolled carpets, and in the middle a long table towards which they dragged me...They leaned against me at the table and the eldest approached me saying "you are in our old prayer room, now that the mosque is open, we don't come there anymore... Except to settle some business And tonight we are going to teach you how to be a real Muslim whore, since you wear our women's outfit, and so that you are respectful of the rules and you learn to respect the authority of men! our tradition!"With these words, he suddenly lifted my hijab, and rolled up my veil, revealing my made-up face to the three men; then he lifted the bottom of my burka and passed it over my head, took it off, leaving me only dressed in my black underwear in front of them. "A real whore's outfit!" he said, pushing me towards the table top, forcing me to lie on my back there, then, with cords, they began to immobilize me with my ankles and wrists spread and firmly attached to the four legs of the table! I couldn't move a limb and my head was pulled back, my neck resting on the top of this table, my legs hanging down to the ground, which freed my lower abdomen from the wooden top. The elderly Muslim then approached me, and he said to me:"the first act of a good Muslim is to remain veiled in front of the men she meets", and he again pulled my black veil over my face... And he continued "the second act is to accept in silence and in total submission all that a man will offer you, and to appreciate the quality of it before thanking him", and he immediately put his hand on my thong, which he tore from me. hard hit; discovering my penis imprisoned in my chastity cage, he suddenly got angry "What is that? Where is the key to this padlock?" I replied in a small, frightened voice, "I don't have it, it's my Master who has the key; he alone has the right to free me from it every evening" He hesitated for a moment, then launched 'This no doesn't matter, on the contrary, it will prevent you from enjoying, if ever you find our attentions too good for you..." and lifting my buttocks which hung on the edge of the table, he slipped between my spread thighs, and lifting his djellabah, suddenly pulled out an erect penis which he applied against my buttocks... He then noticed that his penis was having some difficulty in penetrating the heart of my intimacy, and leaning down, he suddenly discovered the Rosebud stuck in the bottom of my little hole. He got angry and slammed his hand violently on my thighs "Bitch, you make yourself cum all alone while waiting for the customers!? You'll see what you'll get..." and slipping two fingers into my slit he pulled out my Rosebud, which he immediately replaced with his gnarled and impatient sex, plunging into the hollow of my buttocks, digging into my entrails, it sank so hard that it made me cry out in pain. He silenced me with a violent slap, and addressing his two companions, ordered them to "Shut up that whore!". What they did immediately by lifting my veil and placing a thick, perfumed penis in my mouth, which I received as an offering... It was the mustachioed man who had thrust it between my lips, and who, leaning towards my face, softly whispered to me "Suck me well my beautiful, an ...

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