Swarmed
by Penny Propofol
The streets of Baghdad were dangerous and unpredictable, insurgents seemed to pop up out of nowhere to engage occupying troops out in the open. Recently they had begun a campaign of suicide raids. There had been so many that the military command could almost predict when they were going to happen, they just couldn’t figure out where. The previous week a soldier, Cherie Heck, had disappeared from her patrol group and hadn’t turned up anywhere. Neither had there been a ransom demand or an admission of responsibility from any of the terror organizations operating in the area. In her patrol group, Charis and Mendy were eager to find their friend and bring her back. When she disappeared, Cherie was checking out a tip from an old woman on the streets. Someone had claimed they wanted to tell what they knew about coming insurgent attacks, but they were afraid to go to the base to talk. They knew which street the old lady had led Cherie to, but not the exact address. They knew from witnesses that Cherie and the older woman made it to the street. After that, they simply vanished without a trace. On her day off Cherie had dressed in the traditional clothing of the locals to disguise the fact that she was U.S. Army and set out to meet the woman. Mendy and Charis suspected that if someone discovered who she really was.
One Week ago
Cherie and her older Iraqi friend Aliah stepped into the bath house for women. Cherie was a 5′ 6″ tall, blue eyed blonde with a very fine body. She was 22 years old, her hair was straight and shoulder length. She was an active as well as attractive girl. The men on her base were all very fond of her. Aliah was older, she was 40 with silky long, dark hair. Her dark eyes matched her sultry, dusky look and gorgeous skin tone. Aliah looked like a woman in her early 30’s. She was in very good shape and had a beautiful face with delicate features. Aliah chose the bath house because she figured that it would be safe since there were no men present. The hot water would be comfortable and the sound of running water would cover their words. Like many women in Baghdad, Aliah did not like having soldiers and tanks in her streets; the sound of the fighter jets flying overhead and the regular sound of gunfire or explosions. Neither did she like the senseless loss of life that these suicide attacks were causing. She had known Cherie for a little while and felt that this girl was trustworthy. She didn’t want to see Cherie or her friends hurt or killed so she was trying to help.
The bath maids arrived and set out scented candles as well as soaps, moisturizers and scented oils. Cherie wasn’t familiar with the scent of the candles, but the fragrance was delicate, sweet and delicious. The bath had inclined walls, so it encouraged the patron to just lie back and soak in the warmth of the water. Cherie and Aliah climbed into the warm water and lay back. Cherie rested her head on a small pillow and just relaxed. She felt her arms float up to her sides. Once her legs relaxed, they drifted up as well, bent at the knee. She felt the bath maids caressing her body and limbs. The cloths that they used were so soft and silky in the water. Aliah was enjoying her bath, the heat of the water soaked through her flesh, she just let go and drifted along with the tender scrubbing from the maids.
Once the maids were ready for the soaps and shampoo, they slid Aliah and Cherie out to float on their backs in the water. Both women were deeply relaxed by the soft caresses and hot water. They were pulled into the deeper water with a gentle tug on their legs. Cherie felt the soap being applied to her skin as her hair was being lathered up as well. Expertly the maid massaged Cherie’s scalp as she lathered the shampoo. Her body was nearly covered in the soaps; she wasn’t sure how many maids were bathing her but it felt like a lot of hands. Water was being poured over her skin to keep her warm and relaxed. The scent of the soaps and candles was so soothing. The hands of the women washing her with the cloths felt so good on her skin. She felt the women getting every inch of her squeaky clean. They gently floated her to the edge of the tub and eased her up and out of the water and onto a soft absorbent pad on the floor. She felt the hands all over her body as they began to cover her with scented oil that would displace the water and moisturize her skin. The oil covered hands felt really good as they slid over her belly, thighs and breasts. Other hands were tending to her arms and calves. The oil made her feel warm all over. Cherie closed her blue eyes and just let go. After a few minutes she was nearly asleep. The fingers of the hands working between her legs edged closer and closer to the lips of her waxed pussy. As the rest of her body was being caressed into surrender, Cherie felt as though she was floating. Her soft body was utterly pliable beneath the hands of the maids now. Fingers gently caressed her pussy. For just a split second she was surprised, but it was just a blip. She was so relaxed she had no inhibitions and simply opened her legs a little wider. The fingers went to work on her pussy, but the technique was new to Cherie. Her pussy had never felt such a treatment. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as the fingers sank into her vagina and slid up the length of her slit.
The look on Cherie’s face was one of satisfaction. Gently she was rolled over onto her chest and the maids began to apply the oil all over her back. The hands massaging her neck forced her to go completely limp within seconds. The tension drained from her body, one caress at a time. The hands and the oil had made her forget all about why she came to the bath house. She’d forgotten all about Aliah, the attacks, everything. The group gently lifted her from the padded mat on the ground and carefully placed her face down on a rolling massage table. Her head came to rest in a padded hoop. From her neck down, her body was utterly limp and covered with oil. The massage continued as she made soft sounds of sated pleasure. A couple of the maids raised Cherie’s feet onto their shoulders and gently massaged the relaxed calves of her legs. Another pair of maids gently squeezed the back of her thighs and then rolled the flesh back and forth, back and forth from one side of the thigh to the other. She was so soft and smooth the maids couldn’t help but adore her body. She felt more hands over her back and soothing her shoulders.
Cherie found it difficult to open her eyes. The lids were so very heavy, her body felt so much at ease and she just couldn’t clear her head and wake up. Unknown to her, three women walked up to her massage table. One was at the end of the table next to her head; the other two were at either side, near her hips. Cherie felt two pairs of hands begin to deeply massage her ass. In seconds, she felt cool air kissing her pussy and asshole. She felt a pair of fingers effortlessly penetrate her pussy and make circling motions at her vaginal opening. The soaked fingers left her pussy and immediately, lubricated and circled Cherie’s waiting asshole. Then she felt something else touching her pussy. It wasn’t a hand; it was something hard and slippery with strategically placed knobs. Curiosity made her want to get a look at whatever it was, but her head was just too heavy to raise. In the next second whatever was touching her pussy sent a wave of pleasure through her unlike anything she’d ever known.
The device slipped right into her vagina curved up to rub her bumpy love trigger on the front vaginal wall. The other parts of the device toyed with her clitoris and asshole in a perfectly synchronized way. Only instead of being used to drive her to cum it was being used to massage her into total surrender and open her mind. She felt fingers sliding through her hair as she was toyed to submission. As her scalp was being gently and seductively relaxed, she heard a woman’s voice lovingly speaking to her. The voice said, “You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you? How are you feeling?” The drugged Cherie smiled and said slowly, “Mmmmmmmmmh. I’m feeling great.” Cherie’s plan to meet at the bath house would have been a good one. Except for the fact that Habiba Ahmad, one of the top female terrorists in the world used it as a base for her operations in Baghdad. Cherie had been spotted immediately by Habiba’s watchers. Now the helpless American girl was her plaything, trapped in her clutches.
Habiba smiled as she looked over at the helpless and beautiful Aliah. She was being picked up from her padded mat by her team of maids to be transferred onto a gurney. Aliah’s body was limp, oily and curvy as she was lifted. As Habiba massaged Cherie’s scalp she talked to the girl. She whispered, “Your friend is asleep and helpless. Now her big butt is being loaded onto a gurney to be carted away.” As the words sank into the blonde girl’s mind, a slight look of distress began to cross her face. She began to attempt protesting when Habiba countered her. She said, “No sweetie. Don’t speak. It’s time for you to go to sleep now. Just sleep.” Cherie struggled, “Mmmmh.. n-no, you cannnnn, cann’t hurt her.”
Still massaging her scalp, Habiba interrupted her, “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
Cherie kept trying, “N-no. I c-can’t sleep now.” Smiling, Habiba said, “Shhhhhhhhhhhh.” The sound was reaching into the core of Cherie’s mind, each time she heard it she found it harder and harder to fight going to sleep. Cherie moaned, “Uhhhh. N-no, no sleep.” Habiba smiled, “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” As she continued the scalp massage, she felt the last of the girl’s resistance fall away. Habiba said again, “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Cherie only managed to say, “Ohhh. I’ll get you, you biiiiiiiit....” Habiba smiled as Cherie went out like a light. She said, “Now sweetie, it’s time to get you prepped for questioning. When I’m done, I’ll have all the information that I want from you and your little friend. I am going to enjoy probing your mind and taking control of you, my beautiful blonde toy. You’re going to help me capture your friends, too. You’ll all fetch a high price on the slave market. Sweet dreams.”
One Week Later
Mendy and Charis patrolled the street where Cherie had disappeared. Look as they might, they just didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. It was a busy street and at this time of morning there were women doing their shopping all the way up and down. Mendy was a brown eyed brunette with a beautiful tan. She typically wore her hair in a sexy pony tail but out here she had it hidden up inside her helmet. She had a giant smile that her friends sometimes teased her about. Mendy had a delicious looking body, with a shapely but athletic ass and perky breasts. She was a good girl, but when she was off duty she could get a little wild with her drinking. Mendy was a party girl at heart, she loved a good time. Charis was a blue eyed blonde. She had long blonde hair that hung in loose, sexy curls. Charis had a little more curve to her shape than Mendy and her ass and breasts were absolutely perfect. The two girls were both about 5′ 6″ tall, both carried side arms but neither one was packing an M4 rifle. They weren’t too concerned about it as they had heavily armed enlisted personnel in every direction around them. As they walked and looked around they talked about where she would have gone. Suddenly Charis stopped and said, “Mendy? If you wanted to talk about a secret in this city, where would YOU go on this street? Just look around.” Mendy looked up and down the busy street, eyeing up each place of business. Then her eyes came to the bath house. Her head tipped slightly to one side as she watched the place. Then Mendy said, “If it was me, I think I would go to the bath house. There are no men around so it’s more private. Yeah, that’s where I would go.” Charis smiled at Mendy and said, “I agree, even if we don’t find anything we can still enjoy a nice hot bath. Let’s go check it out.”
The girls stepped into the bath house, the look of the place and the scent in the air was luxurious, exotic and mysterious. They’d never seen the like back home and couldn’t help but look around. A small woman approached them and nodded her head as she greeted them. Her name was Sabella, she stood 5′ 0″ tall and appeared to have a trim build underneath her white abaya robe and hijab veil. Sabella had the most beautiful dark brown eyes, surrounded by long and luxurious looking lashes. She said, “Welcome, I am Sabella. How can I be of service to our two beautiful guests?” The two girls said hello to Sabella and asked about the bath house services. Sabella lead the girls on a brief tour of the building, explaining the traditional baths, steam baths, massage and salon services. They had seen the massage area, salon and bathing areas when they arrived at the steam bath. They stepped inside and it was empty except for the two girls and Sabella. The room was, of course filled with steam. It was quite warm and had the sweetest most exotic scent. The door opened and a woman in a pretty red abaya led a rather large group of black robed women into the steam room. The women surrounded Mendy and Charis, gently pressing against them, caressing them and giggling. The women had on some kind of light scent that was intoxicating. Within seconds the girls felt their faces growing flush. Mendy in particular started to get really turned on first. The gentle touch on her breasts and buttocks, her face felt warm. Her breathing was becoming heavier. Charis tried to help her friend, “Mendy! Snap out of it! Mendy! Menmmmmmmmmmhhhh...” Habiba kissed her to shut her up. At first she tried to resist, but Charis was being bombarded by sensations. The scent the women were wearing, the caressing of her body, Habiba’s deep, delicate kiss of passion. Charis felt hands beginning to strip her body. In seconds she was completely naked, being caressed and kissed.
Charis felt herself being eased to the floor and suddenly she felt her pussy being tongued as Habiba continued to kiss her into submission. The hands all over her body felt sooooooo good. Softly she called out, “M-m-Mendy...” which were her only word as she felt Habiba’s fingers in her hair massaging her scalp. Against her will, her body and mind were relaxing. She felt a finger rub a line of gel underneath her nostrils. It had the scent of the perfume but stronger. The cunnilingus she was receiving was forcing her to inhale the vapors off of the gel. In seconds her mind grew clouded as she heard Habiba’s voice in her ear. Habiba whispered, “That’s a good girl. Just breathe deeply for mama. Yes. That’s right. Good girl. Just breathe in and drift away.” Charis tried to snap out of it, but with each breath the fog in her mind only grew thicker. She tried to beg her friend for help, “Mmmmmm-endy... Mmmendy he-helllp. H-help me..” Habiba smiled at Charis and said, “No my dear. Mendy can’t help you right now.”
Mendy had been overcome. They had stood her back up, her breasts were being suckled as she was being caressed all over. One girl was whispering in her ear as another kissed her neck seductively. She was being held up, her arms over the shoulders of two women as she received cunnilingus and anallingus between her spread legs. Mendy’s chocolate brown eyes were rolled up into her head as she moaned with pleasure. Charis was raised up and she saw Mendy’s state as they began to give her the same treatment. Between the drugged gel under her nose clouding her mind and being kissed, sucked and licked into submission Charis was quickly reduced to being a mindless plaything. Her pretty blue eyes began to roll up into her head as she lost the power of speech completely.
As the women continued to lick their pussies and asses, Charis and Mendy were covered with pink and blue abyas respectively. Their sleeves could be opened up to expose the arm. The helpless, eye rolling girls were fitted with IV lines attached to a pump on their upper arm. Their heads were fitted with bands to monitor their level of sedation. The pump was programmed to keep them nice and quiet. Once the bands were in place, their hoods were put up. Then as the drugged girls were being licked into compliance, their freedom and individuality were lost behind a veil that covered all but their eyes. Underneath the robes the women inserted a wirelessly controlled vibrator in Charis and Mendy’s pussy and ass. The vibrators would assist the drug in keeping them pacified. Once the women came out from under the robes, Mendy and Charis were made to face Habiba. She looked at their blank and obedient faces. She said, “You are now my playthings. You’re coming with me to my car. I am taking you to see your friend Cherie. I want your supervisor and you are going to help me capture her. With her knowledge we can step up the attacks on your base. You will obey my every word. Do you understand?” In a unison monotone, Mendy and Charis replied, “Yes. I will obey your every word.” Habiba smiled as the girls were lead away to the car.