Rise of the Veritas (Part 1)

Earth Date: 16th Dec 2237
From: Senator Wayne Bannister
To: Commander Philip Goldberg

These were the last dispatches we received from our agents on Verius VI. Agent Valerie Lim, Agent Robert Booth and Agent Shane van Hook were originally sent to Verius VI on a fact-finding mission on the natives of the planet.

When the colonist group Earth Return stated that the natives of the planet, called the Mind-Runners, have telepathic powers, few in the Federation believe their findings. The 3 agents were sent to gather intelligence on the planet and independently verify the situation.

As you well know commander, colonists group were required to sign the Space Colony Act before they were allowed to set-up colonies on distant planets. The agreement state that the colonists must accept and enforce the 15 acts within the Space Colony Act and in return the Federation will provide free transport for the colony group and their re-supply shipments. Re-supply ships are scheduled once every ten years and the Federation will respect the self-rule of the colonists with a pledge not to interfere in the running of the colony unless requested by the group.

The reason for this act is simple. For eons humans has been divided into different race, nationalities, tribes, and clans. Wars have been fought over these differences. Only recently, in historical terms, has humankind been able to put aside these differences and unite as one people under the Federation. 
However as various groups spread across space, there is a real fear that this may change. If humanity on different planets one day considers themselves as different people, the hard won peace and unity of the Federation will disappear and we will go back to the time when humans kill other humans. To prevent this and make sure that the people across space always consider themselves as one united people, Article 16 was put in place.

Also called the hidden act, Article 16 states that the Federation must always have a heavy influence in the colonies as this will constantly remind the colonists that they originally came from Earth. This heavy influence must be used to prevent the various colonies from changing their culture to something that would not be acceptable to the general public of the Federation. As you can expect, the general public do not know of Article 16 and only those with the necessary security clearance know about it.

The Federation has found from experience that trade is the easiest way to maintain a heavy influence in the colonies. If the Federation is the biggest trading partner of the colony, it is a simple matter to have an influence on the group. For planets that are unsuitable to be an industrial or agricultural base, the Federation has found that the best way to have an influence on the planet is to provide a service to the planet that the group cannot provide on their own.

Security service is the best service the Federation can provide as troops and police can protect the groups from native threats and the criminal elements within the groups themselves. For planets without a security threat like Verius VI, the Federation would have to manufacture a threat.
Agents would be sent to the planet to stir unrest among the population, usually against the native alien species of the planet and before long, the Federation will fly in as the white knight to provide peace and security.

Once the telepathic powers of the Mind-Runners on Verius VI were confirmed, the 3 agents were ordered to enforce Article 16 of the Space Colony Act. They were ordered to create unrest among the colonists against the Mind-Runners. Agent Valerie Lim, Agent Robert Booth and Agent Shane van Hook are 3 of the Federation’s top agents and they are completely loyal to our cause. The fact that there has been no contact from them for so long indicate that something has went wrong with their mission.

On your supply run to Verius VI, it is vital that you discover what had happened to the agents. Our agents within the Earth Return group in Federation space were unable to get any info as transmission between the group in Federation space and Verius VI are currently minimal.

I also like to stress that if you find the group on Verius VI to be in upheaval, you are to request for a major military force to the planet immediately. The Federation’s interest in Verius VI is not a purely ideological one. The telepathic abilities of the natives on Verius VI are unique and this calls for a major scientific study. However due to political concerns, the Federation cannot have a presence on the planet unless it is requested from Earth Return. You can even say that this is the main reason the 3 agents were requested to enforce Article 16 on Verius VI.

We have little knowledge on what is happening on the planet at the moment but you must be careful. The fact that communications from the agents were cut off so suddenly does not bode well. Below I have attached a copy of the history of Verius VI and the colony group of Earth Return.

*Background information below*
*Beta security clearance needed*

Usually space colonists are part of a fringe group of society who are seeking a new planet for them to settle and live in the lifestyle of their choice. History has shown that fringe groups like these make the best colonists and Earth Return is no different.

However unlike most colony groups, Earth Return is not a religious organization but a social organization. The group believes in living and working with nature and is committed to be ‘in harmony’ with the world. They wish to live without harming the natural world; to have no pollution, and be “one with nature’. Most people in the Federation consider this a crazy idea as humans are hardly native or natural to an alien planet like Verius VI but this is the belief of Earth Return.

The colonists were dropped on Verius VI on 9th June 2208 under the leadership of Mahmoud Pompano. Mahmoud Pompano proved to be an excellent leader who had carefully selected the initial group of colonists on the planet. They had a wide variety of specialists in their ranks with solid backgrounds in engineering, agriculture and construction. The colony was a success.

Earth Return built the city of Restart slowly and with care. When the first re-supply shipment went to Verius VI (10 years after the colony drop), construction for the city had just started. However when the second re-supply went to Verius VI 10 years after that, the city was breath-taking and Earth Return were planning to concentrate on tourism as a way of making money to sustain the colony in the long run.  

This was a plan the commander at the time found to be an excellent idea as Verius VI had been found to be unsuitable to be an industrial or agricultural planet. There were also no evidence of any large amount of metals or oil on the planet and the fauna of the plant showed that most plant-life on the planet has a composition that is more like bamboo than wood.

However it was the dominant species of the planet that most interest the Federation. The Mind-Runner is a four-legged creature that looks somewhat like a cross between a goat and a lion. They have a hairy lower body and 4 legs with hoofs like those of a goat. They have a short upper body with 2 short hands and a face that is dominated with a wild mane. Their face looked surprising similar to that of an Earth baboon but they have 2 long antennas coming out from their forehead and they have distinct long earlobes that can be clearly seen even though their manes.

The natives are brown in color in the upper body but they come in a variety of colors in the lower body from white to purple. Only males have manes while females have a smooth scalp. The Mind-Runners lived in nomadic herds that roam the planet from place to place never settling in any one area for too long.

The creatures are found in almost every part of the planet and they are primitives with only simple weapons like arrows and spears. However Earth Return reported that the Mind-Runners had nature telepathic abilities.

Frankly, they were not believed and we sent our agents in to independently verify the reports. Amazingly it was true and humankind has met its first alien race with telepathy.

When one of our agents made his first contact with the Mind-Runners, he received a picture in his head along with a serene sense of welcome. He had no question that the feelings and picture came from the native. We currently do not know if this is the extent of their powers. We do not know if the Mind-Runners sent pictures because they do not speak the English language. We do not know if images are the only form of telepathy they have. All these questions require careful studies of the Mind-Runners.

The simple task is to go down to the planet, captured a few Mind-Runners for experiments and then tries to find a way to duplicate their abilities. However due to the background of Earth Return and their stated goal of ‘harmony’, no one in the Federation believed that Earth Return would agree to the Federation going down to Verius VI to scoop up the Mind-Runners.

As such, Article 16 was enforced and despite their good work both Mahmoud Pompano, and his second-in-command, Dr. Marcs Boecker, were targeted for assassination. Both assassinations were successful and were carefully arranged to look like accidents.

However soon after that, communications from the agents were cut off.

The Creed

The compound was bigger than she expected. Pulling up to the entrance, Minnie Craver got out of her car and took a good look around. There was no wall or fence but the road up the hill stopped at the building and there was no doubt this was the reception building.

Frankly, she expected better. Entering the building, she immediately saw and approached the reception counter. Offering her press card, the man behind the counter immediately asked her to follow him. 

Minnie liked to think of herself as a veteran reporter. As such, she had the ‘been there, done that’ look down pat. So when her jaws dropped to the ground, you could just imagine how surprised she was when she was introduced to Anwar Brown. 

As Brown introduced himself, Minnie can’t help but wondered how in the world did this skinny black man became the leader of one the most infamous male supremacist cults in North America. Quickly Minnie remember that it was rumored Anwar used to be some sort of chemical researcher with the U.S government before he retired. She guessed he does look like a nerd.  

“Mrs. Craver. Welcome to After-zone.”

“Its Ms. Craver please, Mr. Brown”

“Oh…I’m sorry but I was told you were married?”

“I am but I’m still using my maiden name. Many women in America do that you know.”

“Of course…I mean no offense. Please take a seat.”

As Minnie took her seat, she was glad that she managed to knock Brown off his game. Most people thought that a woman with a name like Minnie would be a soft touch, and were very surprised by her. Minnie had always found that this made her work easier, so she kept her real name and never bothered with an alias.

“Mr. Brown, I will come out and say upfront.” Minnie looked at Brown with her cold blue eyes, “I want to meet Sylvia Blair.”    

The moment the door of the elevator opened, Minnie heard the cry.

“Bow your head to ground,
Throw your body onto the dirt,
Show your respect to your master,
Show your worthlessness to yourself,
Your cunt greets you Masters.”

It made her sick but it was nothing compared to the sight that greeted her. In 2 straight rows on either side of the long room laid the women of The Creed.        

Anwar ignored the greeting and walked between the two rows of women. With no other choice, Minnie followed behind. It was surreal. 

Walking past the women, Minnie couldn’t help but looked at the women laying there on the ground at her feet. They were all dressed in a long blue dress with a head-covering that hid their hair. Minnie wondered what it would feel like laying there on the ground while a man walked like an emperor across her head.

She blinked her eyes in surprise. Minnie was in shock. “Where did that came from?” Minnie immediately looked away from the women and saw their cubicles. Each woman was lying in front of a small room that was no bigger than the bathroom in her New York apartment. There was a mattress in each cubicle and an extra blue dress that was hanging on the wall above it. A small door gave the woman some small degree of privacy but if the woman stood up straight, their head would be seen by the others. 

Anwar stopped in front of a woman and said, “1414, stand up cunt and follow.” Without waiting to see if his command would be followed, Anwar turned and head back to the elevator.  1414 stood up and Minnie was only mildly surprised when she saw that the woman’s face being totally covered by a veil and scarf. Her research on The Creed was paying off. 1414 quietly followed. Again left with no choice, Minnie followed the duo.

The 3 of them enter the elevator and waited in silence as it went up. When Anwar first showed her the elevator, Minnie knew they would be going underground but she was surprised how deep the underground complex truly was. The After-zone underground complex may be bigger than even the rumors on the internet said. 

The door opened and Minnie saw that it was a small room totally white in color. Anwar entered the room and again Minnie followed. In the middle of the room, he stopped and turned towards 1414. 1414 immediately fell to the ground and with her face facing the ground, spread her arms wide to the side of her body.

“1414, when I leave you may unveil and answer all questions by this cunt beside me.” Minnie was surprised by the cunt remark but choose to ignore it. In true, Anwar was right and she was a cunt. Minnie opened her eyes wide at the thought. She looked at Anwar in horror but Anwar ignored her and continued, “Tell her about The Creed and show her the error of her ways.” With that, he walked towards the elevator and as the door closed, Minnie felt a sense of doom.

1414 stood up and looked at her. For the first time, Minnie had a good look at the woman. She was in a shapeless, sleeveless blue dress that reached her ankles, but her head was totally covered by a blue veil with a blue scarf that reached over her head.

As she staring, 1414 started to unveil. First was the scarf that was covering the back of her head and surrounding her neck. She pulled it down and then unwired it from her neck. Next was the veil that was hung from a piece of cloth that surrounded the top of her head. 1414 reached to the back of her head and Minnie then heard a click. The veil came off and to her surprise, she was then staring at a blue hood. Strangely there was a hole at the back of the hood where 1414’s hair was tied in ponytail. 1414 lifted her hood off with care and for the first time since she came to After-zone, Minnie saw the face of Sylvia Blair.

Blair kneeled on the ground and signal Minnie to follow. As there was no chair, Minnie followed suit. Seeing the beautiful face of Blair, all the questions she had prepared all went out the window and Minnie was left with only this, “Are you forced to be here Sylvia?”

She was expecting an angry retort or, better yet, a crying agreement, but what she did not expect was a giggle. 1414 used her hand to cover her mouth as a girlish giggle came from her. “Oh heavens no.” The hand came down and she continued, “And please call me 1414. No one had called me Sylvia in months!”

“1414? That’s what Anwar Brown called you!”

“Yes,” Minnie could still hear the amusement in Blair’s, no, 1414’s voice. “Cunts like us can’t have names. Names are only for humans, cunts only have numbers.”

“Numbers?”

“Yes silly,” another giggle came from 1414. “Isn’t my number beautiful? My master Bolado gave it to me himself! I’m so lucky!”

“Bolado? Ivan Bolado? Your boyfriend?”

“Oh no!” 1414 exclaimed in horror. “Master Bolado is my master, my owner, my god! A cunt like me could never even dream of having a boyfriend!”

“But…” Minnie was in total shock. What was going on? “You are a model, a budding actress…you were in that blockbuster from Hollywood 2 years ago…what …”

“Oh that was ancient history,” a giggling 1414 said. “I was a fool, thinking myself as a human. Master Bolado showed me The Creed.”

“The Creed is a women-hating male supremacist cult!” Minnie was now becoming angry. “And Bolado was just a hanger-on to Hollywood stars. Wait…he’s here?”

“Not at the moment,” 1414 giggled. “He’s said he was going to Canada for a few days, visiting some town called Water Springs.” Why did that name sound so familiar to Minnie? “If master was here, my ass would be full of whip marks!”

“Whip…he whipped you?”

“Of course silly,” another giggle came from 1414. “Cunts should be constantly whipped to remind them of their place as the dirt of the world.”

“Whipped…” What’s wrong with her! Minnie should think properly. “Cunts…”

“Yes, all women are cunts.” 1414 giggled. “Isn’t it great to finally understand this? You feel it as well right? How right this is? How your mind is empty but for the need to obey! How it’s so right to be a piece of dirt for your master?”

Minnie stood up in alarm. “My mind is slipping. I can’t…all this…”

“Yes, that’s right.” 1414 giggled. “It’s all thanks to High Master Anwar.”

“High Master Anwar?”

“Yes silly.” 1414 confirmed Minnie’s worst fears. “Didn’t you know High Master Anwar was a chemical researcher who worked for the government?”

“So?” Minnie asked. “There’s a lot of government researchers in the world. Anwar Brown is just another one.”

“Oh no,” for the first time Minnie could hear a hint of anger in 1414. “High Master Anwar is great. He is greatness, he is wonderful, he is…”

“Why is he so great?” Minnie asked quietly.

“Because he secretly created a non-smelling gas that lowered the brain functions of all women right under the nose of the government and they knew nothing about it.”

Veteran reporter be dammed, that stunned Minnie into silence.

“So, it’s a mind-controlling gas…a chemical…”

“Yes,” 1414 happily said. “It does something to the double X-chromosome found in…”

“Bow your head to ground,

Throw your body onto the dirt,
Show your respect to your master,
Show your worthlessness to yourself,
You are nothing but worthless cunts!”

The words hit Minnie like a sledgehammer. She felt her knees buckling but managed to stay up upright. 1414 did not even bother and fell to the ground. 

“What…why…?”

“Oh it’s the announcement system.” 1414 said while her face was still facing the ground. “It’s occasionally used and cunts have to obey the orders given by the system.”

“Obey the…orders.” Minnie struggled to the elevator but there was no button for her to push.

“Oh it’s useless silly,” 1414 said. “It’s already too late for you.”

“Too late…”

“Yes silly. A cunt only need to breath the gas for 10mins to be affected by it,” 1414 explained. “You must have been in the underground for more than that.”

“Underground…”

“Yes silly.” 1414 explained patiently, “The entire After-zone complex is filled with the gas. That’s why all the cunts of The Creed are housed underground.”

“The Creed…the creed…”

“Yes. High Master Anwar wrote a book for all the rules we must obey and that is the creed all cunts must follow,” 1414 said.

“A book…”

“Yes, that is The Creed.” 1414 said. “You better face the ground or you will be whipped by a master.”

“Whipped…”

“Yes. Don’t fight it silly.” 1414 said. “It will get worse if you do.”

“Worse? Why…would…”

“Your order silly,” 1414 said. “You were given an order but you are disobeying it. That caused…“unbalance” in your brain. That’s why all cunts must always obey orders given to her by a master.”

“A master…who…is…master…?”

“A man, any man is our master. If you lucky, you can be owned and claimed by a master like me!”

“You are…owned by…Ba…”

“Yes, I was so bad to the master at first.” 1414said. “I thought I was a big Hollywood star and was always putting him down. Then he took me here for vacation and now I am whipped daily by him.” Another giggle came up. “When he’s here of course, I hope he’ll be back soon. I missed my whipping.”

“Cover your hair,

Hood your face,
Your face is a lie,
You are not human,
A human face is not for cunts like you”       

1414 immediately reached for her hood, veils and scarf when the announcement finished. While still laying face-down on the ground, she started to put back her hood.

“What…are you…doing?” Minnie’s mind was spinning and she was shocked she was able to get a whole sentence out.    

“Cunts are not humans like masters,” said 1414. “So all cunts must always cover their human face and show the inhuman face of the hood.”

The elevator came and as the doors opened, a sense of dread overcame Minnie. Anwar was there and beside him was a man who she remembered as Ivan Bolado. The two men said in unison,

“Bow your head to ground,
Throw your body onto the dirt,
Show your respect to your master,
Show your worthlessness to yourself,
You are nothing but a cunt!”

The words were spoken by the two men were like commands from gods. Her legs crumbled and the next thing she knew, Minnie was on the ground. Her mind cleared almost immediately. She tried to stand up immediately but a wave of nausea hit her. She fell back onto the ground and the nausea cleared. 

She felt a foot on her back and look up. Anwar was standing there with a foot on her back and incredibly, a wave of joy overcame her. Minnie was stunned into silence.

“Turn off and lift, you stupid cunt.”       

Minnie looked back at 1414, she can’t even think of her as Sylvia Blair anymore, and saw her rolling on the ground. 1414 reached down her dress and started pulling it up. Minnie saw a device she thought was a chastity belt. “Welcome back mast…”       

1414 never finished as Bolado brutally kicked her in her mid-section. “Who told her to talk cunt?” He sounded almost bored.   

Bolado bended down and unlocked the chastity belt. 1414 immediately spread her legs and Bolado wasted no time in getting to work. Minnie stared transfixed as the two started to fuck like rabbits.

“That will be you soon.”

“What?” Minnie looked back at Anwar. “What do you mean?”

“You know the first gas I created turned women into total bimbos.” Anwar said. “They were totally mindless with no brain function at all. Oh, they will obey when ordered but otherwise, they do nothing at all. Then I refine the gas and now the women know everything that is happening to them.”

“What! She…” Minnie looked at 1414 in horror.

“Oh, she’s still there,” assured Anwar. “She knows everything that is happening to her…and she is enjoying every moment of it!” Minnie looked at Anwar in disbelief. “Don’t believe me? To be expected of course but you see…I finally got what people wanted. It’s “Joy”!”

“Joy?”

“It like those people who take drugs to make themselves happy for a short time…my gas is like that but it takes thing a step further.” Anwar said. “It makes women enjoy obeying orders and men enjoy commanding women. It changes behavior and it’s make them happy about the change. Spread out your arms cunt” 

Without thinking, Minnie did that and as her arms went wide, a wave of joy engulfed her. She looked worriedly at Anwar. “People know I’m here. If I don’t return…”

“But you will return Ms. Craver.” Anwar smiled and said, “You will go back to your home, say you didn’t discover anything and resign from your work. You will then take your husband and come back here.”

“Malcolm will never follow…”

“Didn’t you hear me just now Ms. Craver?” Anwar asked. “The gas affect men as well as women, only differently. Your husband will enjoy beating and abusing you like every man here.” If there was ever a thing like an evil smile, Anwar had it now. “Believe me?”

With horror, Minnie discovered that she did.

Loving Burqa 2

            It had been a few years since I last met her but I knew it was Lisa the moment the door opened. In hindsight, I must admit there was a chance I was mistaken as the woman who opened the door was wearing a sky blue burqa that covered every part of her body. However, I wasn’t wrong.

“Lisa!”

“Becky!” Lisa practically screamed my name as we hugged on the doorsteps of her house.

            Lisa quickly ushered me into the house where we hugged again, this time with a little jump of joy included. I guessed it was an embarrassing thing for two grown women to do it had been so many years since I met my best friend that I just didn’t care.

            Lisa took me by the arm and guided me to the living room. After directing me to the room, she insisted on getting me a cup of coffee. Left alone in the room, I saw that the room had a Middle Eastern décor. The Persian carpet, the low chairs, the soft cushions, even the low lightings gave the room a flavor that made me thought I was in some Gulf country. I sat down on one of the low chairs and was wondering how much everything cost when Lisa came back with the coffee.

            She served me the coffee and sat on a cushion on the carpet instead of a chair. I quickly got up from my chair, sat beside her…and away we go!

We talked about everything; my job, her marriage, my single life, her family life, everything we had done in the years since we left college. Although we were the best of friends, we lost contact since we left college. It was amazing the different paths we had took since then. I talked about my job and career while Lisa spoke of her marriage to Rahmet. Rather surprisingly, she got the better story!

Lisa and Rahmet married soon after college and went back to Pakistan. They stayed with his family and it was not easy for Lisa as for a time, she had to prove herself to her new family. Lisa converted to Islam before marrying Rahmet but that wasn’t enough for her new family. Her father-in-law was a devoted man and he expected everyone who lived under his roof to behave accordingly. Also Lisa’s two mother-in-laws (her father-in-law married twice) ran a strict household and they didn’t gave Lisa any slack even though she was a foreigner. They were all surprised as Lisa went out of her way to be a good wife and daughter-in-law. In the end, Lisa said she won the family over with her hard work and near total servitude to Rahmet. She laughed that the family didn’t know of our lifestyle in college.

In college, Lisa and I were roommates. I knew that Lisa and Rahmet were going out and one day, I came home early and found the two of them fucking like rabbits in bed. Only thing was that Lisa was dressed in a burqa. I still remembered that night when I saw Rahmet pounding a shapeless, faceless Lisa; it was something you did not forgot.

What I didn’t know was that Lisa saw me too! The next morning, the duo confronted me about the matter and I was challenged to wear the burqa for a day. I accepted the challenge and found that I loved the experience. To cut the story short, Rahmet moved in with us and the three of us became lovers. Lisa and I would wear our burqas in the house and served Rahmet as servants in the day and as a sex partner at night. As for why we were in the burqas? It wasn’t a religious thing, it was a sex thing. Rahmet enjoyed the fact that we were two faceless servants/slaves at his beck and call, while the burqa did rob us of our identities, it also made Lisa and I closer as we both act and looked alike. It was like we were one person. That period in college was as close to a family life as I ever had.

Lisa said that the family was kind of sad when the couple left for Europe after Rahmet was posted there by his company. They lived there for the next few years before Rahmet was posted back stateside by his company a few months ago. When she came back, she sent me an email telling me about her return. I hadn’t opened my old email account in ages but by coincidence, I checked on it a few days ago and here we were.

Two old college friends who were so glad to see each other, they totally forgotten the time!

The first inkling I had of a problem was when the doorbell rang. Lisa was startled by it and quickly turned to see the clock on the wall. Even through the burqa I could sense that she was horrified by the time shown there. Lisa got up and ran to the door. The door opened before Lisa could get to it and a man entered the house.

Although never a good looker, in college Rahmet had a sexy dark and brooding look to him. That was no longer the case. Although he was dressed in a business suit, I saw that Rahmet had really let himself go during these years. The man who walked in was fat with a big potbelly that his shirt barely covered. I also noticed that Rahmet now had a bushy beard and not the nice stubble he used to have.

He had an annoyed look on his face which disappeared when he saw me. “Becky!” He sounded pleasantly surprised by my presence, which I was glad for. In many ways, we were also great friends.

However our history together didn’t prepare me for what Lisa did next. She kneeled and bowed her head at Rahmet’s feet. I saw that she touched his shoes with her head and then turned her head side to side, rubbing her head on his shoes. I knew that the couple lived a different lifestyle from me but this left me open-mouthed in shock!

Rahmet sat down on a stool and Lisa proceeded to take off his shoes. We had been having such a great time, this was the first time I noticed that Lisa was wearing black gloves on her hands. After the shoes, Lisa took off Rahmet’s socks and then bowed again rubbing her head on his feet. Without a word to her, Rahmet stood up and approached me with a smile on his face.

We shared a handshake and we sat down on the chairs talking about how we had been since college. We engaged in some small talk when I noticed Lisa. She had finished putting the shoes and now stood behind Rahmet with her head slightly bowed. A smile came to my face. This was what she and I usually did in college when we were roommates with Rahmet. I guessed it was understandable that they never changed the system after marriage. Why ruined a good thing right?

Rahmet caught my attention when he asked me to stay for dinner. I was about to say yes when Lisa spoke for the first time since Rahmet came home. She apologized to Rahmet because she had not finished making dinner yet. The moment she finished, Rahmet stood up and gave Lisa a slap on the face. Lisa was rocked off her feet and I sprang up to mine. Before I could react though, Lisa crawled quickly to Rahmet and began to once again rub her head on his feet only this time apologizing for her mistake.

I was stunned. In college, we never went this far. There was never any physical violence between the three of us yet from the reaction of Rahmet and Lisa; I could guess that this wasn’t the first time Rahmet had slapped Lisa around. I guessed I should be outraged but I couldn’t. In some ways, I didn’t find this surprising at all. Could you be shocked and yet unsurprised at the same time?

Rahmet ignored Lisa who was still kneeling at his feet and turned towards me apologizing for his wife’s tardiness. Those were the exact words he use “his wife’s tardiness.” I accepted the apology immediately, lying that I couldn’t stay for dinner anyway as I had work to do at home.

I quickly used that as an excuse and tried to leave. At the door, Rahmet refused to let me go without a promise to come back for dinner someday. I accepted and quickly left.

At home, I took a shower and put some leftovers in the microwave. After dinner, I did some paperwork but my mind wasn’t on it. My mind was still on Rahmet and Lisa. Giving up on the work, I decided to have an early night.

Sleep was not forthcoming. I twisted and turned but I couldn’t sleep. When I first caught Lisa and Rahmet in college, I had gone back to my room and fingered myself to sleep. Back then, I thought of myself in Lisa’s body, being taken while wearing the burqa, being forced to wear the burqa, and being taken while being a faceless body of meat.

My fingers now found my sex again as I now dreamt of being Lisa again, only this time having my whole life controlled by Rahmet. Kneeling down and rubbing my head on his feet everyday, being slapped around and caned if I ever made a mistake, being treated like a faceless body of meat, only not just in bed but 24/7 everyday single day. I had thought that I had gotten these thoughts out of my head since college ended, but it would seem that I was wrong. I came and it was great! It was on par with the orgasm I had that night when I first saw Rahmet and Lisa. I drifted off to sleep and I suddenly realized something; I had yet to see Lisa’s face!

 

Part 2

Two weeks later, the invitation came from Rahmet. I half-thought of rejecting it because of work but considering the friendship we had, that would be a bad idea. I was also interested to speak to Lisa on what happened that night.

This time it was Rahmet who greeted me at the door. We gave a friendly greeting to each other and Rahmet invited me into the living room where he had prepared some tea for us. We both sat on the low chairs and he told me Lisa was still busy with the dinner. The conversation between us flowed. We remembered the good times we had and spoke of what we had been doing since graduation. This was the Rahmet I remembered. He was the only man I knew who could be friendly, flirty, rude and humorous all at the same time.

            After awhile, Lisa walked to us. She was in a yellow burqa tonight and I wasn’t surprised when she bowed at the feet of Rahmet. It must have been a signal the dinner was ready as Rahmet asked me to the dinner table.

I followed Rahmet to the dinner table and saw that the food was indeed ready. Rahmet sat down at the head of the table while Lisa and I sat on either side of him. Lisa flipped her burqa over her head and for the first time in years I saw her face.

She was wearing a high collared black dress that reached her ankles but it was her face that surprised me. She looked remarkably similar to her time in college. I couldn’t see her blond hair as it was tied up in white cloth but her face was almost the same as I remembered it. She looked like she hadn’t aged a day! If anything she looked younger, more…serene.

“Wow Lisa!” I couldn’t keep the shocked out of my voice. “You look good. Hell, you look even better than before. Have you aged a day since college?”

“Good clean living Becky.” Lisa said with a smile.

“The only kind of living I allow her to have.” Rahmet replied and he and Lisa both laughed at his joke.

            I laughed too, more in relief than anything. Things looked good between them and the slap I had seen looked forgotten. Maybe it was a nothing more than a fluke.

            The dinner continued through the night in the same vein. The three of us sat and had a great time. I congratulated Lisa saying that her cooking had improved by leaps and bounds since college and she looked embarrassed by the praise. However Rahmet seemed pleased by the praise she received and I saw Lisa’s face turned from one of embarrassment to one of hopefulness.    

            I didn’t quite understand that and the evening was going so well I soon forgotten about it. Time always moved faster you are having fun and that was the case that night. Before anyone knew what happened, I was going home. At the door, Rahmet refused to let me go till I made a promise to come for dinner again the next week. Lisa, now in her burqa, then hugged me and whispered in my eye, “Next time, come earlier. We need to talk.”

            Lisa disengaged from me and we gave each other a slight nod. Whatever she wanted to speak to me about was something that needed to be done away from Rahmet.

            I had to cancel the dinner engagement the next week as I was swarmed by work. Rahmet was very understanding and we postponed the dinner to the following week. It was still a close thing as my workload didn’t let up. I was thinking of cancelling the dinner again when Lisa called. She reminded me to come early as there was something she wanted to speak to me about. Swarmed with work, I had totally forgotten about that. She sounded anxious and I didn’t have it in me to cancel on her again so this time I promised to go there early.

            Luckily I managed to clear my work before the day of the dinner and went to Lisa’s house in a clear slate of mind. Lisa greeted me at the door in her burqa and we hugged. Rahmet wasn’t home yet and I asked her what it was that she wanted to talk to me about.

Lisa asked me to follow her as she wanted to speak about it in private. Considering that we were alone, I didn’t quite understand that but I followed Lisa further into the house. We passed the dinner table where I saw that the dinner was already done. I had half-thought Lisa wanted my help with the cooking; scratched that off the list.

We went into what looked like a small storage room and Lisa closed the door after we were both inside.

“Lisa, what the hell is going on?”

“Becky, I want to ask something…” Lisa stopped.

I couldn’t see her face due to the burqa but it was as if she was gathering her thoughts. I was never the most patient of girls. “Lisa, you are scaring me here. What’s the problem? What is this room?”

“This is my dressing room.”

“Dressing…this look like a storage room!”

“It is but we used it as my dressing room. All my clothes are in the cupboard behind you.”

I turned and saw a small full length cupboard there. I opened it and saw the clothes. “Lisa…these are ALL your clothes?” I turned back to Lisa and exclaimed, “There’s hardly anything here!”

“I have 6 full length dresses, 6 pairs of gloves and 6 burqas. That’s all I need.”

“But…” I turned back to the cupboard and saw the cloths properly for the first time. All the dresses and gloves were in black, with 2 black, 2 blue and 2 yellow burqas. “This is all you have? What about shirts, skirts…underwear even?”

“I’m not allowed to wear underwear unless it’s my period.” Lisa said. “These are all I need but Becky I didn’t ask you here to discuss my clothes. I need your help.” Lisa said the final line with a sense of desperation.

“Is it Rahmet? Is he beating you?” I was suddenly afraid for my friend. “Is it because of that first night I came? Does he do it often?”

“What no…well yes my husband does beat me.” Lisa admitted. Something must have shown on my face because she quickly continued, “but only when I deserve it like that night when I forgotten to make dinner.”

“Lisa, no one deserved a beating. No matter what they…”

“Yes I did Becky.” Lisa said it in a tone that suggested that she was in no mood to discuss the matter. “I deserved it. Having a hot dinner ready for your husband is one of the basic duties of a wife and I fail even such a simple task. I failed that night and I should be punished. I deserved every stroke I got that night.”

“Every stroke? What does that mean Lisa?”

“That night, my husband whipped my ass twenty times with his belt and after which he took me from behind.”

“Anal sex after a whipping? But that must have been…” I dared not finished that thought.

“Very painful,” Lisa nodded. “And I deserved all of it. The problem is that since that night, my husband has not touched me once. He has not had sex with me since that night and he won’t until a time he believes I had been punished enough or I had proved myself worthy of his touch.”

“Punished enough?” I asked, “You mean he is withholding sex till you prove yourself to him? That’s stupid! So what if he doesn’t touch you? You can do it yourself!”

“No I can’t Becky.”

“Okay it’s not the same thing but…”

 “No Becky, I can’t.” With that Lisa bended down and took a hold of the end of the dress she was wearing. She lifted it up above her waist and I saw what Lisa meant.

“That’s…that’s a chastity belt isn’t it?” I said with a grasp.

“Yes. It is a leather chastity belt with lock that only my husband has the keys to.” Lisa said. “This is why I can’t touch myself. I haven’t been able to in years.”

“But…this…” I didn’t know what to say. “This is barbaric!”

““A symbol of women oppression? Isn’t that what you said the first morning after you found me and my husband?”

I could have sworn that Lisa was smiling behind the burqa when she said that. However she made her point. “So you want me to…unlock the belt?” That sounded weak even to me. I didn’t even know how to start picking a lock.

“No Becky, I need you to help me prove myself to my husband.”

“How?”

“I want to surprise him. To do something to pleased him and prove to him that I am worthy to be his wife.” 

“And you need my help to…”

“Do you miss it Becky? Do you miss the time we had in college when you were in the burqa?”

“Oh,” I saw where Lisa was going to this. “You want me to greet Rahmet tonight in a burqa. Alongside you?”

“You don’t need to do all the kneeling, groveling and bowing if you don’t want to,” she said. “You just need to stand there in the burqa when he walked in the door. My husband had told me several times over the years that he missed you. Do you know one of his fantasies is to have both of us as his wives? So that we can serve him forever.”

No, I do not. “What? Wait Lisa I didn’t know anything about…”

“Oh it’s okay.” Lisa let go of the dress and she was again decent. “I don’t mind, not really. It was always more than the sex for me.”

“It was?” For me it was all about the sex; that and Lisa.

“Yes. For me, it was more about the control. The control my husband had over me, how he can dictate everything I do. My movements, my actions…”

“Your sex?”

“Yes, although that only started after we were in Europe.” Lisa sounded almost happy saying that. “My husband control everything I do. Do you know I am unable to step out of the house without his permission, and even with permission I have to give him a minute by minute account of my time outside when I finally return home?”

“And…you are happy with that?”

“I love that!” Lisa said. “My whole body belongs to my husband and I love every moment of it.”

“If you love the control he has why you need me in the burqa?”

“I know he would love seeing you in a burqa again. Part of the duty of a wife is to make the husband happy you know.” Lisa said with a laugh. “Do you really not miss it at all Becky?”

“There were times I do.” I could admit that much at least but not everything. “But I like to think I had moved on you know. Lisa, it was something fun we did when we were kids but to live your life like that…”

“No, it’s okay Becky,” Lisa hugged me. “It’s okay. I know it’s a lot to ask. Come on, my husband will be back soon.”

            We went out of the storage room and waited for Rahmet. I had a queasy feeling in my stomach for lying to Lisa. I had thought of going back to the time when we were in college but I was now a 30 year old executive in a Fortune 500 company. I just can’t allow myself to go back into that world.

            The dinner went beautifully and when I left, I had a big smile on my face. However it was a different story that night. I couldn’t get off. No matter how much my fingers worked, I just couldn’t get an orgasm. It was a frustrating night and as I lay in bed, I only hoped that Lisa was having a better night than I was.

 

Part 3

I put the last of the dishes on the dinner and asked the question I had been inching to ask since I got to the house. “Are things okay with the two of you yet?”

“If you’re asking if my husband has had sex with me Becky,” Lisa replied. “The answer is no.”

“It’s been over a month,” I said the unthinkable. “Lisa, there’s no way Rahmet went a month without sex.” 

“Oh, I’m sure he must have had some relief during this month.” Lisa said matter-of-factly. “Either by himself or maybe he visit some whore somewhere.”

“Wait…you are okay with that?”

“Not really but it’s my husband’s decision. I can only blame myself for failing as a wife.”

“You didn’t fail Lisa. You forgot dinner one night, that’s hardly a free pass for him to fuck around!”

“My husband’s doesn’t “fuck around” Becky.” Lisa sounded offended by the accusation. “If I had done my duty, he would be with me. It’s only because of my failure that he is forced to go outside.”

“Forced? You can’t “force” someone to sleep around,” I said. “And what’s this about relief? What about love? If he love you, shouldn’t he be making love to you instead of some hooker from god knows where?”

“Oh my husband loves me Becky, and I love him. That’s why we’re married. However I think you are mistaking the act of sex with love. They are not the same thing.”

“They’re not?”

“No. Love is a connection between a couple, a man and a woman. Just because the man decide to have sex with someone else doesn’t mean he love his wife any less.” Lisa explained, “Sex is an act Becky; love is a connection.”

“So if you sleep around with 10 other guys, Rahmet would be okay with it?”

“Of course not Becky,” Lisa laughed. “My body belongs to my husband Becky, his body do not belong to me.”

I knew my friends’ lifestyle was different from mine but only now did I realize how different they had become. “That’s…that’s insane.” I said.

“Not really. In Islam a man can have up to 4 wives, but a wife can only have one husband. It makes perfect sense.” Lisa explained.

It was at that point I gave up. There were times since they had returned that I thought we could maybe pick up from where we left. Despite what I said to Lisa, I would be lying if I said I never thought of it. However to find that my friends had become so different was something else. They were so…alien, so different; I knew I had no chance of understanding it. However something like this had once occurred to me once before, and back then I jumped in with both feet.

“Okay…look Lisa, I have been thinking…”

“Yes”

“I’ll do it.” I said. “Lend me your burqa, I’ll meet Rahmet today in a burqa.”

“Oh Becky,” Lisa hugged me. “Thank you. What changed your mind?”

“Because you are my best friend and I want to understand you. And right now I don’t, not really.” That was totally true. “This lifestyle you and Rahmet has…maybe it’s like with the burqa, maybe this is something I have to try out before I can understand it.”  

Lisa hugged me again. “But if we are going to do this,” Lisa said. “Let’s do it right.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’ll lend you my dress, my gloves; everything!” Lisa said. “You were never someone who does things halfway Becky or had that changed?”

“Oh!” I said. “What about the chastity belt?”

“Uh…do you want the belt?”

That’s a good question. However Lisa was right about me never doing things halfway. “Yeah,” I said. “Get the belt also.”

Lisa held my hands and together we headed to her dressing room. Lisa went into the room while I waited outside.          

“What color do you want?” She asked.

After a little thought, I answered, “What you are wearing. Let’s wear the same thing like we used to in college.”

“Good idea.” Lisa walked out with a yellow burqa in hand along with a black dress and a pair of black gloves. She handed them over to me and said, “Okay this is your uniform. Come on, the chastity belts are in my husband’s room.”   

“Uniform?” I asked.

“Private joke between me and my husband,” Lisa answered. “I’m not allowed to wear anything else so we called it my uniform.”

“A uniform you can’t take off.”

“True”

            I followed Lisa into a room I had never been in before. I soon discovered why. I walked into the bedroom and at first glance, everything in the room looked normal. There was the king-sized bed, 2 cupboards, a dresser; but I then saw the “items.”

On the far end of the room, hanging on the wall, was a whip, a cane, and a paddle. All were in full view for anyone who walked into the room. I knew Rahmet and Lisa had a different lifestyle but I had always thought it would be similar to what we had when we were younger. Now I wondered just how “different” they had become.

I stood there stunned before I heard my name. “Becky! Becky!” I saw Lisa standing in front of an open cupboard. She must have been calling my name for awhile now because she was waving at me. “Come on Becky.”

Taking a deep breath, I stepped towards Lisa. She was kneeling in front of a small cupboard which was opened and held up a chastity belt. “Uh, I think it will fit. Luckily we are still both the same size.”

“Which is more than what you can say for Rahmat.” I joked while taking off my clothes. “He really let himself go these few years.”

Lisa chuckled and said, “I actually like him more this way.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, more of him for me to hug!”

            We both laughed as I stepped into the chastity belt. Lisa brought it up to my waist and locked it. On close inspection, I saw that the belt was made of leather with a solid crotch strap. There were no holes in it, and Lisa must have seen my confusion.

“This belt is only for brief outings so there are no holes in it. However it is also designed to be comfortable with cushion at the edges so I thought this was the most suitable for your first time.”

That made sense so I put on the rest of the “uniform”. I put on the black dress first. It had a high collar that was a little stiff but doable. The gloves came next and then it was the big finality. With the skullcap as the base, the yellow burqa flowed over me. I turned to look in the mirror and all I could see was a huge garment that had totally covered my entire body. Not even my eyes could be seen. It felt…comfortable. Like always, the burqa gave me a sense of security that normal cloths could not and it was almost liked returning home after a long trip. The burqa was something I know.

I was still looking at the mirror when Lisa stepped behind me. She was wearing the same burqa and we looked like twins. Our height were the same and you could not tell us apart. She hugged me, putting both her arms around me and my hands came up to hold her hands. We both looked at the mirror and saw ourselves. Two women who were completely alike and it was a magical moment. We were the best of friends again; alike in every way.

I did not know how long we stood there looking at ourselves when we heard the doorbell. Rahmat had returned and Lisa turned to go to the main door. I held on to her hand. We went to meet him together.

Rahmat had already entered the house when we reached the door. He saw us walking towards him and there was no mistaking the smile on his face. This time Lisa did not surprise me.

Lisa kneeled and bowed her head at Rahmet’s feet. I saw her rubbing her head on his shoes and I saw Rahmet gave a silent nod to me. Rahmet sat down on the stool and Lisa proceeded to take off his shoes. After the shoes, Lisa took off Rahmet’s socks and then bowed again rubbing her head on his bare feet. It was just like the first night I came to the house.

Rahmet stood up and approached me with a smile on his face. Without a word from anyone, I knew what I had to do. I kneeled and bowed at his feet. Turning my head side to side, I rubbed my head on his feet and it was the most humiliating yet exhilarating thing I had ever done. I could not explain it but it was almost as if the smell of Rahmet’s feet was intoxicating as I could not stop myself from rubbing my head on his feet. “Stop,” Only when Rahmet gave the command did I stop myself. I lifted my head and saw Lisa standing beside Rahmet.

Lisa handed me a key; it was the key to my chastity belt. Again, I knew what I had to do. With two hands, I offered the key to Rahmet, an offering and a show of my submission to him. He took the key without a word.

The three of us went to the dinner table and we took our dinner in silence. Unlike previous dinners, there were jokes or banter now. It was unnecessary. Once dinner was done, Rahmet gave the command. “Both of you go to the bedroom and wait for me. I need to take a bath first.”

Lisa stood up without a word and I followed her lead. We went into the bedroom and waited. I wanted to say something to Lisa but she put up her hands to stop me. She did not want to spoil the moment and I could understand why.

No more words were needed between us; we knew what was coming.

We stood side by side looking at the bedroom door. After awhile, Rahmat walked into the bedroom like a king. In many ways, this analogy wasn’t wrong as Lisa and I were standing there side by side, waiting patiently like his loyal subjects. Everything that happened depended on Rahmat’s whims.

Rahmat stood in front of Lisa and said, “You did very well today my wife.” Lisa gave a small nod in response and Rahmat smiled. “Lift up.” At Rahmat’s words, Lisa bended down and grabbed the end of her burqa. She stood back up and her burqa was lifted up to her waist. Rahmat bended down and I thought he was going to unlock Lisa’s chastity belt.

I thought wrong.

Rahmat stopped. He stood up and gave a smile in my direction. He showed me the key and said, “Becky, you do it. Unlock Lisa’s belt so that I can use her.” Those were his words; so that he could use her. I knew I should be angry but like a robot, I obeyed. The setting was such that I did not even think of disobeying him. Before I knew what I was doing, I had my hands on the key and was bending down towards Lisa.

“Kneel.” Rahmat said. “Becky, kneeled down and then open the belt.”

I dropped to my knees without a word. Lisa stood there like a statue, waiting for me to open up her chastity belt. I knew how desperate she was for release but that wasn’t the reason why I obeyed Rahmat. I obeyed not for Lisa but because I wanted to obey Rahmet! It just felt right that I obeyed him.

My hands reached for the lock on her chastity belt and I could see my hands shaking. I hadn’t been this excited and turned-on since our days in college. No, not even then! Nothing we did back then could compare to what I felt now. I was going to open Lisa’s sex for use! All on the command on her husband!

The lock was opened and I lowered the belt from Lisa. Lisa stood there as if afraid to move but I could see that she was ready for it. “Wife, get in bed.”

Lisa held on to her burqa and laid on the mattress. She opened her legs wide as if to invite Rahmat. Rahmat dropped his trousers and I could see that he too was ready. There was no need for Rahmat to say anything. He just climbed on top of Lisa and entered her.

I was still on my knees and I felt a sense of déjà vu. Rahmat was pumping Lisa without mercy and it was just like the first time I saw them together in bed. The yellow burqa was covering Lisa totally from the waist up but below the waist, she was totally naked. It was a good thing I was on my knees because I wasn’t sure my legs was going to hold me. I felt myself getting wet just looking at them!

A cry came from Lisa and Rahmat put in more energy. “Husband,” a plead came from Lisa. “Please, husband, please!” I was wondering what Lisa was asking for I heard Rahmat’s words. “Cum for me, my wife.”

Lisa screamed! And screamed, and screamed, and screamed!

It took less than a minute but to me, it felt like hours. I was shaken. Lisa had been denied sex for over a month and even now, she only came on permission! I knew that Rahmat had control over his wife but to have such control was…scary and yet very exciting. I couldn’t help but envy Lisa.

I did not know how long I kneeled there beside the bed when Rahmet finally stood up. He stood in front of me and said, “Stand.” I stood up. “Lift up,” he ordered and I knew what he wanted. I stood there stunned for a moment as various thoughts entered my head. My life till now, our time in college, the lifestyle Lisa and Rahmet had, what I had just seen, what I had just felt; in the end, I decided what I had to do. I bended down and lifted up my burqa.

Lisa now stood behind Rahmet and Rahmet handed a key to her. “Wife, unlock her belt so that I can use her.” Silently, obediently, Lisa took the key, kneeled and opened my chastity belt. Rahmet put a hand on my sex and smiled. “You are very wet my wife.” He called me his wife and I remembered what Lisa had said about his fantasy. Rahmet put 2 fingers inside me and asked, “Who does this belong to my wife?”

My head may not have the answer but my body did. My body responded and I could feel myself on the verge of an orgasm. I knew what answer Rahmet wanted and I gave it to him. “Yours, my husband.” Rahmet smile got wider. He said, “Wife, get in bed.”

I obeyed and it was the start of my new life. 

Loving Burqa

It was very late but I walked into the apartment with a spring in my step. Why not? I just had a great day. My college professor had just gave me my best grades thus far and hopefully this means that I am finally getting the hang of college life.

The apartment looked empty, which was kind of strange as I expected Lisa to be back already. Lisa Andrews is my roommate. A 5’7 blond hair, blue eyes former high school cheerleader, we hooked up during our first year and got on great. So when the year was over, we decided to rent an apartment together. We had a lot in common. Both of us were only child who lost our parents young. Lisa’s parents were killed in a car accident when she was 14, while mine died in a boating accident when I was 10. However, money was no problem as our parents left us with 2 big trust funds.

I was walking to my room when I heard a cry coming from Lisa’s room. Curious, I went up and slowly pushed open the door. Both rooms had faulty locks, but it wasn’t a big deal for us as Lisa and I were so close. I peeked inside and saw Rahmet. He was Lisa’s new boyfriend from class. A Pakistani exchange student about 5’3, he was sexy in a dark, handsome brooding kind of way. And right now he is pounding away at someone in a burqa! He was having sex on Lisa’s bed with a woman in a burqa! I was about to enter the room when I heard the woman moaned. Oh my God, it was Lisa! She was in the burqa.

The huge garment had covered Lisa totally. I couldn’t see her face at all in the blue burqa. I was mesmerized as Rahmet entered the hooded Lisa without mercy. He sure wasn’t holding anything back as it looked like his cock was trying to spilt Lisa into two. Lisa only had the burqa on till waist high, her lower body was totally naked. It was a sight to behold as the all-enveloping tent-like garment had Lisa totally covered up top but she was totally naked below the waist. I felt my panties getting wet just looking at them! Then, Lisa cried out. It’s a good thing the walls in the building were thick, in the dorm everyone would have heard that. Tearing my eyes from the scene, I quickly ran into my room. Once there, I couldn’t help myself. I took off my panties, jumped into bed and fingered myself. In my mind I thought of myself in Lisa’s body, in that tent-like gament. Being taken while wearing the burqa, being forced to wear the burqa like the women in Afghanistan, having the burqa covered every part of my body that you can look at me but not see me at all. I came then…and it was the best I ever had. As I drifted off to sleep I thought of the lovely burqa and how wonderful it would be to be in one.

I woke up late the next morning. What can I say, I’m a college student! I dressed quickly and stepped into the living room, remaining myself not to say anything about last night.

“Becky! You’re finally up I see.” I looked up as Rahmet’s greeting hit me. I expected him to have left already. The sight that greeted me left me stunned. Rahmet sat on the couch as if he owned the place and Lisa was standing beside him. Or at least I thought it was Lisa because she was still the burqa!

“Lisa what…Rahmet, what is the meaning of this?” I stammered.

“A little game she and I like to play,” Rahmet said in that accent of his. “Lisa like to wear the burqa. I like to see her in a burqa. So now she is in one.”

“What…you, Lisa…you” I was way out of my element here. Rahmet laughed. “This isn’t funny. The burqa is wrong. A symbol of women oppression.” I was trying my best to be angry, maybe that way I wouldn’t feel so turn on.

“You didn’t say anything last night.” Oh my God, he saw me. Rahmet continued, “Thing about the burqa is that you can’t see the eyes. Becky, Lisa saw you the moment you opened the door. Hell, she came the moment she knew you were there watching.”

I looked at Lisa in shock, but she just stood there motionlessly in that burqa. I can’t see her reaction to Rahmet’s words. In my mind, I remember my dreams last night about people watching but not seeing me. Just like now with me and Lisa!

“I saw the two of you, yes I did.” I admitted. “But I don’t agree with it. The burqa…”

“So why did you come so hard last night?” Rahmet interrupted as I felt my face turned red. Those damm locks! Rahmet looked at me and asked, “Do you want to try a burqa, Becky?”

Yes, I do. “No” I whispered.

“Ok.” Rahmet said in an almost too polite voice. “Lisa here will be wearing the burqa everyday from now on while she is in the house. Just thought to inform you on the matter.”

I looked at Lisa again. “Everyday! But that’s…”

“This is what I want Becky.” Lisa’s said. The first words I’ve heard from her since morning.

“But Lisa, this…a burqa, why?”

“You came hard just looking at us Becky. Just imagine being in one the whole day.” I could imagine. “You should try it. It’s… liberating.”

Rahmet laughed again. “Her? Forget it Lisa, she won’t last a day in one.”

“Yes I could.” Shit, my big mouth.

“Talk is cheap Becky.”

“I’ll prove it then.” I know Rahmet was gloating me, but a part of me just did not want to stop. “One day in a burqa just like Lisa.”

“This means in the house, wearing the burqa full time. Even going to piss and shit, you will wear it still. Only when you leave the house will you take it off.”

“Deal!” Shit, what have I done.

I would like to say that I proved Rahmt wrong. That I managed to stay in a burqa for a day, but the truth is that I didn’t even come close. For one thing, the burqa did terrible things to my sense of balance. It was like walking with a book on my head. I have never felt claustrophobic before but the burqa was something else. I could feel the garment totally covering me, that with the mesh covering my eyes, made me took off the burqa within 20mins. When I did, I took in several deep breaths. Rahmet laughed when it happened, even Lisa found it funny, giggling away with her boyfriend. Giving Rahmet a dirty look, I pushed the burqa back down over my face.

Rahmet had to leave later in the morning but Lisa and I still had our burqa on. The bet was for one day right! Being a girl, I had to look at myself in the mirror. The blue burqa I borrowed from Lisa covered my entire face except for a small region about my eyes; that was covered by a mesh. The fabric was soft and quite comfortable. I couldn’t see myself at all. Looking at the woman in the mirror, she was just a piece of cloth. I couldn’t see my face, hair or even my arms. I was without a face, without an idenity, without a self. Then Lisa stepped beside me. Like me, she was in a burqa and like me, she was looking at the mirror. Standing side-by-side, we looked exactly alike. We were both 5’7, only thing was that I was a redhead with bigger tits. Not that you could see that in the mirror. The burqa covered everything. Without knowing why, Lisa and I reached out and held our hands together. We were always close, but now at this moment, our feelings for each other went to another level. Looking exactly the same, it was like we were the same person, almost as if we were identical twins. Holding onto Lisa’s hands, I could feel our relationship going deeper than ever. We were sisters.

After that day, Lisa began to wear the burqa full-time. As in every moment she was in the house. I followed her. It was our little secret, well, ours’ and Rahmet’s of course. He began to spend more and more of his time at our apartment. Why not, when he is here, Lisa would hover over him like a good puppy. A glass of water, a can of beer, a word from Rahmet and Lisa would dash off to get it for him. I don’t know how but he managed to get me to do things for him as well. Simple things like getting him water and beer; just like Lisa. The reverse was also true, Lisa was becoming more like me. Lisa was always a bit of a slob. Housework was usually done by me but since she put on the burqa, Lisa suddenly began to do her share of it. We also began to spent more time together. It was as if we were becoming one person.

Two weeks past. Then one night as I was laying on my bed, Lisa walked in in her burqa. She told me to follow her. When I asked her why, she said, “Rahmet want to see you.” Without a word, I put on my burqa and followed. To my surprise, we went into her room.

Rahmet was sitting on the bed. Lisa walked to him and sat quietly beside him. I stood there waiting for Rahmet to speak. Even in the burqa, I could see that Lisa was very nervous. “Becky,” Rahmet said. “I want you to stand there and watch.” I was about to say, “Watch what?”, when Rahmet pushed Lisa onto the bed. Oh my god, no way!

Rahmet flipped up Lisa’s burqa. Just like that first night, Lisa was naked. Just like that first night, the burqa had Lisa totally covered up from the waist up, but she was totally naked below that. Just like that first night, Rahmet was showing Lisa no mercy. Thumping her like a sack of meat, without any consideration for Lisa at all. And just like that first night, the affect on me was the exactly the same. It was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. Within minutes, Lisa came. She moaned with pleasure…and Rahmet totally ignored her! He didn’t stop, he didn’t even slowed! It was like he was in his own world. Soon Lisa continued moving with Rahmet, trying her best to bring him off. I stood there mesmerized like I was that night. Minutes later, Rahmet came. He grunted as he unloaded his sperm inside Lisa. Finally, he lay on the bed spent. Lisa sat up and flipped the burqa over her head. After a quick smile at me, she started licking Rahmet’s cock; cleaning up after herself. Rahmet waved at me. “Thanks Becky. You may go.”

Just like that, I was dismissed. I walked into my room in a daze. I dropped my now soaked panties onto the floor and kneeled on my bed. My fingers entered my pussy before my mind could even registered what I was doing…and I came almost immediately. As the waves of pleasure wrecked my body, I realised one thing.

My burqa was still on.

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From that night on, there were many changes in our lives. Lisa and I were always close, but from that day, we became inseparable. We spent all our free time at school together. We will then come home and once there, don our burqas together. I even got my own now.

Rahmet also began to spend even more time at our apartment. It was at his ‘suggestion’ that we changed our outfits. Before, Lisa and I could get away with wearing jeans, even shorts, behind our burqas. No more. Now, we wear skirts that reached our ankles. Also, the sleeves on our shirts must be long enough to reach at least our elbows. Naturally, this required some shopping on our parts as full length dresses is not something that most college students have in their drawers. Rahmet also commented that our apartment was dirty. Lisa and I then spend 3 days cleaning the entire apartment. In our burqas, we cleaned and wash on our hands and knees. Again, a suggestion from Rahmet. It wasn’t the most practical thing to do in a burqa but we managed. At the end of the 3 days, you could not find a speck of dust anywhere in the room or even in the toilet.

The nights were the best. I became Rahmet and Lisa’s audience whenever they had sex. Lisa confessed that she was hugely turned on by the fact that I was there watching them. I confessed that it did the trick for me as well. She and I shared all our secrets now.

It was bound to happen. Lisa and I had spoken about it before, so when it did happen it wasn’t really that much of a shock. Lisa had said that Rahmet wanted to have sex with me and had asked her about it. Surprisingly it seems that if Lisa said no, then Rahmet would forget about the whole idea. Something about how being the first woman, Lisa has the right to say no to the second woman. I don’t really understand it but Lisa asked if I was okay with it. It was a dream come true for her. Lisa confessed that she had dreamt of begin in my position, watching as Rahmet and I have sex in that bed of her’s. I didn’t have any real feelings for Rahmet, but for Lisa, I said yes.

It happened exactly like it did that night. I was laying on my bed when Lisa walked in. She told me to follow her. This time I didn’t asked why. I put on my burqa and followed her to her room.

Rahmet was sitting on the bed. He saw us and smiled. “Becky,” Rahmet said. “Come here.” Obediently I walked to him and sat quietly beside him on the bed. Lisa stood where I usually stood and was watching us silently. Even in the burqa, I could see that Lisa was very nervous. God, I felt the same way.

Rahmet pushed me onto the bed. Just like Lisa was that night, I was naked underneath. Rahmet flipped the burqa up till my waist. Like Lisa, I was covered up top, but totally naked below. This time however Rahmet decided to go slow. I was a little surprise at how tender and considerate he was. His cock entered me and he began to slowly stoke me. The affect however was exactly the same. I was getting wet. I began to move with Rahmet, increasing both our pleasure. It went on for some time. We were both lost in our own world when finally, Rahmet came. I don’t know why, but I came the moment he did. My vison blurred as my body almost shut down from the pleasure I was having. Rahmet then layed beside me and said, “You are one good fuck Becky.” My face beamed at the praise. “Clean me,” he said. Without hesitation, I jumped up and started to clean his cock with my mouth.

“Thanks Lisa. You may go.” I was shocked when I heard Rahmet say that. I looked at Lisa from the corner of my eyes. Damm, I had totally forgotten that she was there. Lisa stood there mesmerized like I was that night. Then quietly, without a word, she turned around and exited the room.

“You are sure?” I asked for the fifth time.

“Better than fine,” Lisa said. “It was even better than I thought it would be.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Hope you don’t mind but I came on your bed here.”

We laughed at that. After Rahmet had gone to sleep, I had sneaked into my room and saw Lisa sleeping in my bed. I was worried that she would be angry at the way Rahmet dismissed her. The opposite was true. She was dismissed the way I usually was, and she was happy about it.

“What do we have here?” Lisa and I turned as we heard the words. Rahmet was standing there by the door looking at us.

“Just talking about the sex you two had.” Lisa coyly said.

“Wonderful sex you mean,” I protested.

“Really?” Lisa exclaimed. “Was it sex or wonderful sex, Sir?” Talk about a loaded question.

“It was good,” Rahmet has a knack for avoiding tough questions. “Just keep it down. I have to get up early tomorrow.”

“I thought your class doesn’t start till late morning?” Lisa said.

“Have to go back to the dorm to pick up my things.” Rahmet answered. “Keep it down.”

“Wait,” I said. “Why don’t you move in with us?”

Rahmet turned around in shock. “That’s a great idea.” Lisa agreed. “You can stay in my room.”

Rahmet shook his head. “No. My father would kill me if he knew that I was living in sin with an unmarried woman.” Lisa and I looked at him in shock. “It’s not a religious thing,” he quickly added. “I’m not that religious of a person but it is just not done. It would be a scandal if anyone back home hears about it.”

“In Pakistan?” I asked.

“Yes. Living in the same room with a woman is just not done. Not unless you are married.”

“Then I’ll move out.” Lisa said immediately. “Becky and I will be in one room, you can take mine.”

It took a while but we finally convinced Rahmet to move in. Surprisingly, Rahmet called home to seek his father’s advice…and permission. It seems that our dear Rahmet was a bit of a family man. Seeing that we don’t have family of our own, Lisa and I found that to be a good if slightly alien thing.

The move itself was relatively simple. Rahmet move in without much of a fuss; however Lisa moving into my room took some time. We had to buy a new bed, a bigger wardrobe and then moved it all into my…our room. Once everything was done, the first few days were the most difficult. Lisa and I have to decide on her place and my place. Close as we were, arguments were unavoidable. Luckily, Rahmet was there to play referee. He made some fair decisions, mainly declaring that we have to share certain things if this was going to work.

Then, things began to settle down and fit into a pattern. Lisa and I would come home after school and don our burqas immediately. We did everything in our burqas now; housework, studies, serving Rahmet. Before we serve Rahmet when he came; now that he was living with us, it became a 24/7 thing. Yes, Lisa and I became his servants in all but name. Then, there was the sex. After serving Rahmet all day in our burqas, one of us would watch while Rahmet do the other in his bed. This while still in the burqa! It was like an out of body experience for me and Lisa because we looked so alike while in our burqas. It was like watching ourselves or our identical twin doing it. It was brilliant! After watching, we would go back to our room and bring ourselves off. It was almost as good as having the sex with Rahmet. Sometimes, even better!

Things lasted till the end of the school year. With graduation, Rahmet would return to Pakistan. I knew that. Lisa knew that. And Rahmet knew that. With that in mind, I really shouldn’t been surprised.

Lisa and I were standing at the door of Rahmet’s room like we always were. Today was my turn to watch, so it was a shock when he said, “Both of you, come here.” Lisa and I stood there and looked at each other. We couldn’t see each other faces as we were in our burqas, but we both knew what Rahmet wanted. I was wondering on how to response to Rahmet when Lisa made the decision for me. She stretched out her hand in my direction. Decision made, I held her hand with my own and together we stepped towards Rahmet’s bed.

It was the best night of my life.