Lena * Kidnapped and Made a Slave E-Book

Nancy Williams

• Herausgeber: Der Neue Morgen - UW2
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 81

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Lena is on holiday in Tunisia with her boyfriend. She always lolls around very freely on the beach. This attracts the attention of Achmed. He and his brothers are scouts for a sheikh. He desperately wants the pretty blonde woman. Lena is kidnapped and trained to be an obedient slave... +18, includes detailed scenes of sex

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Lena

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Kidnapped and Made a Slave

An Erotic Story

by

Nancy Williams

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Title: Lena * Kidnapped an Made a Slave

Author: Nancy Williams

ISBN: 9783959248266

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Lena * Kidnapped and Made a Slave

Lena * Kidnapped and Made a Slave

It was just wonderful on this wide white sandy beach. Tunisia truly had a lot to offer. Lena liked to lie in the sun. Her skin didn't resent it. At least not yet. She loved bathing in the sun for hours. And she wore only a tiny bikini. To get her butt cheeks a nice crispy tan, she tried to tuck the fabric into her crack. From afar, it looked like she was naked.

Lena's boyfriend was out with his buddy. They had booked a Jeep trip to the Sahara. Lena was not particularly interested. She preferred to stay behind on the beach. Catherine, the friend of the buddy, lay a few meters next to her. Also in the sun. She, too, loved getting a crisp tan while lying lazily in the sun.

The hotel employees, all men, kept discreetly in the background. However, one could easily bring them in by winking or making a small gesture. They brought drinks, fetched sunbeds and towels, brought umbrellas. Often embarrassed by the nearly naked women they were laboring for.

Lena didn't mind. On the contrary. She liked to provoke. If she was lying on her back, she tried to gather up the little fabric of her bikini so that the fabric only covered her nipples. The rest of her large breasts were welcome to tan in the sun.

Lena originally wanted to go to a country where you could lie on the beach completely naked. But her boyfriend and the couple she was friends with had put a spoke in her wheel. Now she had to resign herself to wearing a bikini on the beach. She had ordered a very skimpy bikini from the Australian brand Wicked Weasel just in time. It barely covered her chest, and the fabric between her legs was only barely enough to cover her pussy. If she was not careful it happened that it slipped into her cleft. Well, that wouldn't be so bad after all. She could also give the young guys from the staff a little fun. She mischievously watched the waiters as they fought against their boners and had to disappear every now and then to jerk off.

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Achmed, the waiter from the beach bar, had been watching Lena for several days. He performed his duties in a beautifully designed hut, directly between the bathers on the beach. From there he had an excellent panoramic view of the bathers. Achmed was a convinced Muslim. He found it difficult to cope with the permissiveness of Western European women. He often withdrew to pray, hoping Allah would tell him how to deal with the near-nudity of his guests. And especially with his feelings that arose at the sight of these women.

Lena was the pinnacle so far. Normally, the women wore chaste bathing tops. They respected the Muslim faith. The women who didn't care seemed to him to be the exception. There were still a few every day. But with Lena, he had been able to look between her legs unhindered for three days. The bikini panties, a nothing, kept slipping into her pussy. Upon closer inspection, Achmed realized that the bikini bottom was penetrated many times by Lena's pussy slime. It then shone like a snail trail in the sun.

For Achmed, serving at the bar was not his only job at the hotel. He was also a scout. Achmed had seven brothers. Several of them worked for a rich sheik. The sheik was indeed from Tunisia. Originally, he came from a tribe that still inhabited the desert. In the meantime, however, the sheik lived in the Arabian Ranches on the outskirts of Dubai.

And this sheik was hungry. Hungry for Western, free-spirited, blonde women who liked to show themselves off. Achmed felt deep satisfaction when he could give his brothers leads to such particularly permissive women in his hotel compound. He didn't care what became of the women. The main thing was that they received a just punishment for their permissiveness.

Achmed knew exactly that there had already been trouble twice because his brothers had kidnapped a woman. Normally, the sheikh settled everything with money. But if one of these infidel companions of the women refused to accept money and instead went to the police, the hotel would get an uninvited visitor. However, no one in the hotel complex could remember what had happened in each individual case…. And if necessary, the sheik bribed the police, so that they laid a false trail.

For these reasons, Achmed felt safe in his actions. He secretly photographed Lena and her friend with his cell phone and sent the pictures to his brothers. Just half an hour later, one of his brothers was standing in front of the hotel complex.

It was hard to sneak a local into the hotel complex if he didn't work at the hotel. The security guard was paying attention. Therefore, Achmed came out to his brother. To do this, he interrupted his duties at the bar without signing out, met with his brother and took a note from him. It contained instructions to put something in the drink of the blonde woman with the tiny bikini the next time she ordered a drink.

Achmed had an amazing variety of drops at his disposal for this purpose. From the usual knockout drop to drops that caused nausea or diarrhea or even fever. It was easiest when he administered a remedy that caused the guests to get an uneasy feeling in their stomachs. Achmed again had several variations on offer for this. If a woman reacted only slightly to his drops, then he accompanied the woman to her room. There he recommended a special "homeopathic" tablet. The women who took this tablet sank into a deep sleep a short time later. This, in turn, lasted for a long time. In the meantime, they could be dragged off, transported away, done whatever they wanted with them.

If the remedy 'worked better', then Achmed regularly recommended to come outside with him in front of the hotel. There, he claimed, he could call a relative who would immediately bring a suitable remedy. This could be administered immediately. And then everything would be all right. The remedy was comparable to KO drops. After taking the drug, the women would fall asleep in Achmed's arms and then be taken to a vehicle in a dark corner somewhere in front of the hotel complex and transported away.

If the drug had a very strong effect, then the only option left was to call the 'doctor' who was responsible for the hotel complex. In those cases, this was logically not the real doctor, but one of Achmed's brothers, who picked up the women without the addition of further knockout drops and carried them off.

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Achmed watched Lena lolling around. Again, her sweet nothing of bikini bottom had slipped into her cleavage. Lena casually pulsed it out with her index finger. Achmed saw exactly the pussy slime that stuck to it. The young woman had obviously gotten hot. No wonder, if one lay the whole day only in the sun.

Lena beckoned Achmed closer. He started to move and was soon standing upright, legs closed, like a soldier in the white sand in front of Lena.

"Madame?" asked Achmed.

Lena wished for an orange juice. With a shot, though. Achmed should pour in this and that alcohol, she said. Then the whole thing would be just right. Achmed was pleased with the order. Because in this mixture, Lena would definitely not recognize his mixture.

He went ahead, skillfully mixed the drink and put in some of the drops that the guests were nauseous with. With a friendly smile, he placed the drink in the sand in front of Lena and said goodbye again, not without first noting the room number so that the drink could be billed later.

Lena pulled once hard on the straw, bit into the orange slice that Achmed had hung on the rim of the glass, and turned back to the sun. Five minutes later, she sucked on the straw again. Still nothing happened.

Suddenly Achmed saw Lena grabbing her stomach with both hands. She sat up. Her face had turned ashen. Achmed immediately made his way over.

"Madame, can I help you?"

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"Oh dear, the dear alcohol. It happens here quite often."

"Could you help me and take me to my room?"

"I'd be happy to!" confirmed Achmed, smiling playfully to himself.

Who's to say. It was working, after all. The blonde's friend, Catherine, was asleep. She didn't notice Lena leaving the beach.

Lena sank into her bed. She felt so sick. Achmed looked at his work of art. He liked what he saw: these European women, far too permissive! Incredulous! And only interested in seducing men. They couldn't do badly enough.

"Madame, may I pass you a tablet to make you feel better?"

"What kind of tablet do you have?" Lena wanted to know.

"The tablet comes from a pharmacist in my home village. He made it especially for people who feel that way about you. Especially when sun and alcohol come together. Made only from plants. No chemicals."