Amy In Peril – Part 2

Please read the first part here to know what happened between Amy and Al.

Amy In Peril – Part 1

Al suddenly held Amy’s neck with both his hands. As he started pulling her close, she started gagging, clinging into his strong forearms. His eyes were burning with an emotion that was closer to anger than to lust. It was hard for her to watch. For a second, she wondered if he was actually horny, or angry.

“You fucking slut!” He said, still squeezing her neck. His grip was tight enough to make her gag but loose enough not to break her air pump. “Al,” she said, as she gagged, with tears rolling down her eyes. Her hands struggling on his wrists to break her free.

“Oh, you’ve no idea how badly I wanted you in this exact helpless, pathetic situation!” He said as he pushed her back, roughly. She hit against the wall behind her and stopped. Her head hurt. She leaned down against the wall.

He came closer again, held her by her hair in his right fist and pulled her to her feet. Her hair was hurting because of the way he pulled. “Al, don’t, ” she tried to say something, but couldn’t.

Al slapped her across her right cheek with his left hand. He pulled her and placed her against the wall. Her cheek had been marked with all his five fingers.

“Aah!” She moaned as she placed her right palm on her cheek, and tears started flowing out of her eyes. He held her by her jaw with his right hand and took his face closer to hers.

“Now listen. Don’t say a thing, unless you’re told to. And call me ‘Sir’ from now onwards, until I’m done with you here, and don’t try to correct me. Nod your head if you understood.”

She nodded her head up and down. He squeezed her hair and her head cover, again. “Aaah!” She again moaned almost held his. Another slap, but this time across her left cheek. Now both her cheeks were marked in red. She started rubbing them both.

“What did I just say, bitch? Say it. Say it!” He said as he pulled her hair a bit, again.

“Don’t say a thing, unless I’m told to,” she said, crying.

“What else?”

“And call you ‘Sir’ from now onwards, until you’re done with me here,” she said, now starting to even make a sound while crying.

“What else?” Al asked in a cold tone, as he pushed her hair up a bit more.

“Aaah, and don’t try to correct you,” she said, wiping her tears with her both hands.

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what!?” He shouted at her face. She closed her eyes tight shut and opened them again.

“Yes, sir!” She said, now crying uncontrollably.

“Good girl, now, get on your knees,” he said as he pushed her to her knees.

She knew what was about to come. She saw his huge bulge in his pants. She had always heard of south Asians to have tiny dicks. So she wondered what could that really be in his pants.

“Ugh, get rid of this shit,” he said as he held her head cover and started pulling it around. She placed her hands on her thighs and closed her eyes, as tears still kept dripping from her eyes.

“Got it,” he said as he finally managed to take it off her head. “I think this rag is too big for anything,” he said as he held it, ready to rip it apart.

“No, please,” Amy pleaded, looking at Al but Al didn’t care.

“Shut up, or I’ll slap you again,” he said, trying to rip her head cover apart. She heard the sound of ripping. He ripped her headcover to two pieces and threw both pieces away.

“There, better,” he said turning back to Amy.

He removed his belt, put it aside, unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down along with his underwear. Amy turned her face towards him. Her eyes widened in astonishment. It was much larger than what she had heard to be a typical south Asian cock. He rubbed it up and down a few times.

For a second she thought, “Maybe all this pain could be worth it.”

“The fuck are you waiting for?” Al said as he held her head with both his hands and rammed his cock in, fully. It wasn’t long before she started gagging on his dick. She felt her throat widening to let his dick down. It felt as big as, if not bigger than, the taxi driver’s cock she blew back in the day.

She was losing breath. She tapped on his hands, admitting defeat. He pulled his dick out, letting her breath. “Al, Please, no-,” she tried to plead again, while Al started throat fucking her again.

Her throat was on fire now. She again tapped his hands when she was about to lose breath. He released her again. This time, she vomited a huge load of saliva on the floor. She made a sound as she vomited and looked at him. Her eyes were red due to crying.

“Get up,” he said, holding her neck and pulling her to her feet. She got up, holding his wrists, again. “Get rid of this shit,” he said, patting on her long dress with his right index fingernail.

She quickly started undressing, thinking that he might wanna rip apart her religious dress too. But she wasn’t fast enough for him. “Ugh, let me help you,” he said as he held the dress by its collar like area. She knew what was about to come.

“Al! No!” She shrieked in horror as he ripped apart the upper side her dress in one go. He kept ripping it apart from all the way down as she just watched in horror. He pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She wasn’t wearing anything under as she was at home.

Then, as she stood back and watched in an empty glance, he started undressing. His pants were already down. He took them off, and he took off his shoes, and then socks. And then he took off his t-shirt too. In the middle east, south Asian workers are treated badly by their Arab masters.

“Al, if this is about the south Asian workers in Arabia-.”

“Do you really think I have that kind of a vendetta against you?” Al said calmly, interrupting her. He placed her palms against her tits and squeezed them. By what she had already experienced from him. She expected him to squeeze her life out of her tits, making her beg him to kill her first.

And yeah, he started squeezing her tits pretty roughly. She would be crying again if she hadn’t already cried a lot and lost all her tears. She was looking at him emptily as he ravaged her tits. By the time he was satisfied, her tits had turned red due to rough mauling.

She prayed to God in her mind to end this torture soon. “Let’s go to your living room,” he said. He held her left arm tightly in his left fist and pulled her with him. “Aah,” she moaned in pain as he pulled her all the way to the sofa. He sat on the sofa and leaned back.

“Ride me. Any screw-up and I will slap the shit out of you,” he said to her. She quickly but carefully placed her left foot outside of his right thigh. Her left knee outside of his left thigh. Both her feet and her knees on the sofa, and started riding him.

As soon as she started riding him, she felt that she was losing her balance. So she tried to hold his shoulders for aid. Two slaps across both of her cheeks. She started crying again. “I was losing balance,” she said between her crying.

“That’s no reason to try to hold me. I do the holding. You do the suffering. Here, let me help you,” he said as he held her both tits by their bases (where they joined her chest) and squeezed them.

“Aaa,” she moaned. She wanted to hold his hands again, but she was afraid to get slapped. “Let’s ride,” he said, pulling and pushing her tits up and down. He didn’t seem to care for the fact that tits are a more sensitive part of a woman. He was treating her tits as if they were made of stones.

When she felt wet down her pussy, she was surprised. She had no idea why she was enjoying this rough treatment.

“Alright, get off, and lay on the sofa. I’m about to nut,” he said, already trying to push her off of him.

She quickly got off, and as he got out of the sofa, she laid there.

He pushed his dick down her throat again and started filling her up, making his semen come out through her nostrils. She felt like dying. As she felt a heavy load, repeatedly pressing against her chest. Like in a dream, in a far distance, she heard someone call her name, as the world blurred in front of her eyes.

“Amy! Amy!! Amy, please wake up!”

“Amy, please wake up,” Al was pressing her chest, alternating between it and trying to push wind into her lungs by placing his mouth over her mouth and her nose. Amy woke up and looked around. She was in her bed, and everything seemed the same.

She looked at herself. She touched her abaya and then her hijab. They both were unharmed. It was then she saw Al, kneeling on the bed, smiling at her.

“Get away from me, Al!” She said in a scary tone. Al seemed surprised.

“Whoa, okay, relax,” Al said as he backed off the bed. “I think you saw a bad dream.”

“Oh yeah,” she said as she stood up, went to the mirror and checked herself there. Her face looked fine, except for her eyes, that looked like she was awakened from a tight sleep. There were no finger marks!

She quickly started pulling her abaya apart. She wanted to check her tits.

“Uhm,” Al interrupted her. “Is there a need for that?”

“Like you don’t know,” she said as she quickly parted her abaya and checked her tits. No finger marks on her boobs either. But there were marks of something having been pressed hard against her chest from the middle. She turned towards Al with a surprised face.

“Exactly what’s going on here?”

“Well, I wanted to see you, so I came here and sent you a message. You didn’t reply so I came to your front porch,” Al said, shrugging his shoulders. “I heard you cry, so I thought you might be in trouble. I tried to open the door. It wasn’t even locked.”

“I ran towards your room, to find you rolling about in your bed. I didn’t know what to do. I was there, looking at you, scratching my head. Then all of a sudden, you stopped. I tried to wake you up but you just wouldn’t. You were laying there like you were dead!”

“So I…” Al started stuttering.

“What did you do, Al?” She asked in a calm voice, as she sat back down in her bed.

“I tried pressing your chest and pushing wind into your lungs by placing my mouth over your face, you know,” he said, ending it up with another shoulder shrug.

“I’m really sorry for having to assault you, Amy, but there was no other way to wake you up,” he said, apologetically, as he went back to her and sat by her in the bed.

“Hard day, isn’t it? I think you came home and just dozed off,” Al said, to which she was just looking at his dark brown eyes, not knowing what to say.

They looked into each other’s eyes, in empty glances, like the time paused in their own world. Then she hugged him tightly and started crying into his neck.

“Al, you saved my life. If you didn’t come here looking for me today, I don’t know what could have happened to me,” she said as she kept crying.

He let her cry and hold him for as long as she wanted to. Then, once she took her face away, he placed his hands on her cheeks and placed his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes.

“It was all a bad dream, Amy. But don’t worry anymore, because now I’m here for you, okay?” He said, ending to his question with a soft kiss on her forehead, which she accepted wholeheartedly, with a smile and still crying, closed eyes.

“I’m scared, Al. Please don’t leave me alone here.”

“I won’t, my darling. I won’t.”

She knew one thing, as he hugged her again, and she hugged him back. In the coming future, she would break more cultural taboos than any other Arab woman of her culture has in history.

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