I awoke, bare, mendacity on a single mattress in a small room. I may
hear loud music enjoying exterior. I couldn’t keep in mind how I obtained
right here, and even what my identify was.
“The place am I?” I requested aloud, although I assumed I used to be alone.
“Every little thing will grow to be clear shortly.” The girl’s surprising
reply made me begin.
I turned spherical, and standing on the head of the mattress was an
completely gorgeous bare lady, very good physique, magnificent
breasts, stunning hair and an beautiful face.
“For the love of Allah, cowl your self, lady,” I beseeched,
acutely aware of my sudden erection.
“I’m sorry, that isn’t permitted right here,” she replied.
“Who’re you?” I requested.
“My identify is Shabina. I’m right here to accustom you to your new
surroundings. Would you want a drink?”
The girl held out a glass with what seemed like a double whisky.
Come to think about it, I used to be determined for a drink. I took the
glass and downed it in a single. It was a firstclass Scotch single
malt, one thing I recognised from my time at Oxford College.
“And would you want one thing that will help you chill out?” the lady
requested, holding out a mirror with a few traces of cocaine.
Come to think about it, my coronary heart was racing and I felt shaky. I took
the mirror and snorted the coke. It was most interesting Colombian, grown
by our colleagues in South America, additionally one thing I skilled
at Oxford College.
I checked out my picture within the mirror. It was undoubtedly me, and but
it appeared flawed, a kind of improved model of me. I had the superb
musculature I developed in my mid-20’s, I had the flat abdomen of
my youth, my zits scars and struggle wounds had disappeared and,
rubbing my chin to substantiate, I used to be clean-shaven once more.
“And would you prefer to maintain that?” requested the lady,
indicating my weeping cock.
I had delicate emotions of unease that the cocaine and alcohol hadn’t
kicked in but however my consideration was now fully dominated with
the prospect of fucking probably the most stunning lady I had ever seen.
She far surpassed the Ł1000-a-night prostitutes our Saudi backers
laid on after our conferences in Park Lane resorts. With out ready
for my reply, Shabina lay down on the mattress and parted her legs
huge. She was drenched and prepared for me so I thrust straight
into her as much as the hilt.
“I’m going to fuck you so laborious that you’ll beg for mercy,
by no means earlier than will you might have been with a person like me,” I boasted.
The girl lay there with a barely bored expression. I thrust
and thrust away. My cock felt as mighty and highly effective because the
rocket launchers I had educated with on the Islamic Examine Camp on
the Pakistan-Afghan border. I may really feel that it wouldn’t be lengthy
earlier than I stuffed Shabina’s cunt with gallons of my seed.
I thrust and thrust away. Nonetheless I used to be simply on the sting of
cumming, however I used to be beginning to get a bit drained and my cock was
feeling a bit uncooked. I stored on thrusting, I used to be nonetheless simply on the
fringe of cumming, however I used to be getting slower and slower. Ultimately
I collapsed, exhausted, and my cock, nonetheless laborious, slid out of the
lady. My balls ached from lack of launch.
“I must relaxation for a few minutes.”
“Don’t fear, it occurs,” she replied, “would you like one other
drink?”
From someplace Shabina produced one other double whisky, simply what
I wanted, and I gulped it down. Then she produced two extra traces
of the coke that I urgently craved and I eagerly snorted them.
Unusual, I nonetheless didn’t really feel inebriated or stoned.
Instantly photos from my reminiscence began coming again to me. The
packed rush-hour New York subway prepare, the jacket with its
uncommon padding, the detonator swap in my pocket. The photographs
continued with issues I couldn’t presumably have seen. The
explosives detonating, the ball of flame, the severed limbs, the
eyeballs exploding out of superheated heads, the molten flesh
dripping off blackened our bodies, the screaming and wailing, the
child crying, then, after the asphyxiating black smoke did its
injury, absolutely the silence.
“For the love of Allah, I succeeded. This should be heaven. Have I
earned 72 virgins?” I requested.
Shabina opened the door. To painfully loud heavy metallic music
there was an countless tableau of impossibly stunning bare males
and ladies concerned in unfulfilling sexual congress in each
doable place whereas consuming bottles, cans, each
description of alcoholic drink, and snorting, injecting, smoking,
each kind of drug, with expressions conveying each absolute
boredom and utter desperation.
“Not precisely,” replied Shabina, “Welcome to Hell!”