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Blackmail of a Tourist
by Sonya Esperanto (sonyaesperanto_15@hotmail.com)

***

About a French tourist getting blackmailed by a local 
girl working in a Malaysian hotel resort to become her 
personal slave during her duration there. (FF, nc, 
intr, asian, bd, huml, v)

***

It was such a warm day in Pangkor lsland, an island off 
the coast of Malaysia in South East Asia. Francesca 
Marceau was a French tourist staying all by herself in 
a motel. She rented a motel room, over-facing a large 
beach all by herself. Unlike other holiday resort parts 
of Malaysia, this one was one of the least crowded, for 
any season at any time. 

Francesca Marceau was an attractive French Brunette who 
bore a strong resemblance to that French actress from 
that hit 70s British sitcom Mind Your Language, and 
still fit at the early age of 30. 

At the moment, she was lying down by an unattended 
beach chair, trying to retain her tan. She had a two-
piece red bikini on. It was only Autumn but she had to 
get away from France. But it was mostly because she had 
to get away from her ex-boyfriend and that her company 
was paying for her holiday, so she didn't care too 
much. And besides, Malaysia had a nice temperature that 
always attracted European tourists to come. 

Just as Francesca was sat all by herself, she was 
reading her book: The Satanic Verses. She bought the 
book in France, after friends told her that it was such 
a controversial book. All she did was packed it in her 
luggage and opened it up, so that she had something to 
read while on vacation, and trying to get a tan, which 
was far easier for a French woman or a South European 
that anyone from England or Northern Europe.

Francesca realised that any other tourist were on the 
other side of the beach, and so they were unlikely to 
disturb her. But someone else did come towards her 
spot. While Francesca was trying to keep to her own 
world, shadow was looming over her, blocking the sun 
from her. Francesca lowered her book down and wanted to 
complain, "You are blocking the sun from me."

Francesca could speak English and so it was not a 
problem for her to communicate with the local 
population, as Malaysia was part of the British 
Commonwealth, having been a British colony itself. 
Malaysia had 3 different distinct ethnic groups: 
Malays, Chinese and Indians. But there were also some 
original native minorities and because the Malays were 
the majority, it was a Muslim country, though a bit 
more liberal and not as strict as its Middle Eastern 
counterparts.

As for the figure blocking Francesca's view, it was an 
attractive "she". She was a young Malay girl, probably 
in her twenties. Francesca recognised her. She was a 
young lady working in a shop by the motel, selling 
magazines and some other small stuff for tourists. She 
had a nice brown complexion and much smaller eyes and 
only an inch shorter than Francesca. She even wore a 
traditional "batik" girl's shirt too. The young Malay 
girl responded with a very strong tone of voice, like 
even demanding, "Do you know that your book is 
illegal!"

Francesca was looking back at the cover of her book. 
"This book?"

"Possession of this book in this country is illegal. 
Satanic Verses is banned in Malaysia. You could go to 
jail for having this book."

Francesca felt a bit more scared now. "I-I... didn't 
know that."

"Ignorance of our local customs is not an excuse I'm 
afraid."

Francesca did not like being told off and had to try 
defending herself, "Look. If I knew, I would not have 
brought it here. How about if I burn this book now?"

"I am very sorry. I must report you. It is my duty."

"Look, please don't. I am very sorry. Look, is there a 
fine for this."

"Honestly, there is a death sentence for this book. 
Didn't you know that Muslim countries worldwide had put 
a fatwa on Salman Rushdie's head."

"What... what is a fatwa?"

"When a Muslim religious head has put a bounty on 
someone else's head, and that person can be a Muslim or 
a Non Muslim."

The young Malay girl just took the book away from 
Francesca with a fast speed, and even trying to walk 
away. Francesca had gotten up and tried to say 
something back, "Give me that book back!"

"I would still have to report you for having this in 
your possession."

"That is just stupid. This would never happen in 
Europe."

The young Malay girl turned around and said, "Well you 
are in Malaysia now and so respect our laws. Many of 
you foreigners come here and bring trouble."

"You can't talk that way to me."

"Oh yes I can. Our economy is doing extraordinarily 
well and I would easily get another job elsewhere and 
even after I have you reported, some of your other 
countrymen would just come here and just say that this 
was your fault, since they would not be doing what you 
are doing. Who can resist our beaches and nice 
climate."

The young Malay girl was being cocky, despite having an 
innocent look and she did not even wear a headscarf and 
so Francesca would have mistaken her for being more 
liberal. On the name tag, Francesca could read her name 
"Natasha", a name common with people from Russia or 
even Eastern Europe. 

"Your name is Natasha."

"It is a common Muslim name."

"So why did you come here?"

"My duty to check up on all our guests."

Francesca was trying to bide time and find a way how to 
convince Natasha not to report her. Francesca felt like 
some kind of whore, since she was, after al, in a 
Muslim country and right there and right then, she was 
just dressed in her bikini, trying to get some nice 
suntan.

"Look. Tell you what. How about if I pay you?"

"You're trying to bribe me."

Francesca was getting really scared. The police could 
just arrive and take her away to jail. It would be a 
breach of human rights. But even if she called her 
embassy up, she would still be in some local jail and 
get harassed by local criminals who probably hate 
criminals. The idea of being in jail, even after she 
finally gets released due to international pressure, 
would still not compensate for having been sent to 
jail. Francesca was trying her last resort, "Look. 
Please. I will do anything you want. Just don't report 
me."

Natasha then tossed her book to her and she grabbed it 
by instinct but Natasha had something to say, "Ok have 
your book back. Tell you what. How about we have a 
deal."

"A deal?" Francesca's heart was now racing less fast, 
as Natasha had just decided that she was not going to 
report her. 

"I won't tell anyone that you brought this book here. 
But I suggest that you hide it away. You are lucky that 
only I know that you have this cursed book."

"Oh thank you thank you. You are so kind."

"But I want something in return."

"W-what would you want from me?"

Natasha gave a wicked smile now. Francesca did not like 
the look of this. Natasha then asked, "How long are you 
going to be here? And don't lie. Tell me the truth."

Francesca knew that it was better to be honest. In case 
if she lied, Natasha might come down even harder on her 
later on. "I will only be here four more nights."

"And what room are you staying in?"

"Room 13. Look, I don't understand..."

Natasha cut her off rudely, "I can make this nice and 
easy. When your holiday is over, I would not stop you 
from going back home. You know I could make your life 
even worse than it is now. All I have to do is post 
your name and ID to some Muslim groups worldwide and 
then you will know what Salman Rushdie must have felt 
like, with a fatwa on his head."

Francesca realised that even if she were to be able to 
return back to France, Natasha would just use the motel 
computer and give information about her to some radical 
Muslim groups, perhaps like Al Qaeda and if that 
happened, her life would never be the same again and 
she would have to spend the rest of her life watching 
over her back. She even remembered what happened in 
Paris back in 2005 when young Muslim North African 
youth gangs started their rioting. For the suburbs and 
the people living there, every night was a living hell. 

"Ok Natasha. What do you want from me?"

"What is your name? I could already find out from the 
computer because of the room you're staying in but I 
want us to be much better friends. You know…no hard 
feelings."

"My name is..." Francesca kept stalling but Natasha 
just broke out into some small laughter, saying 
something in Malay, shaking her head. She then said, 
"You don't even know your own name?"

"It's Francesca. It's a French name."

"It sounds like a lovely name."

"So is Natasha. Many Russians have that name."

"And Malays."

Francesca also tried breaking out into laughter. Better 
to have Natasha in such a good mood. Maybe even a small 
favour and Natasha would just be all-nice and perhaps 
feeling guilty for having scared Francesca with these 
accusations in the first place. Natasha then said, "Ok 
Francesca. This is the deal. As long as you are staying 
with us, until the day you have to 
 go back, I want you to be my slave."

Francesca's heart dropped. She responded in a meek 
tone, "Slave? What do you mean slave?"

"Like you are my slave. Personal slave. That if I tell 
you to do something, you of course do it. Sincerely of 
course. Relax, I am going to use you like how the 
Pharaohs used Musa and his people."

"Musa?"

"Moses in your Bible."

"Oh."

"If you become my slave. I promise I won't tell anyone 
about that book you have. I will give you just one 
minute to make your decision."

Francesca was not really a strong-minded woman and the 
threat of blackmail was far too great for her. But 
better being this young woman's slave for three days 
than to spend the rest of her life in jail. Natasha 
said, "What is it gonna be. Jail and a possible death 
sentence. Or just few days of being my slave. You know 
even if you go to jail and your government gets you 
free, which I strongly doubt, you will never be able to 
live through this. Not only you would have a problem 
travelling to this or any other Muslim country or any 
foreign country but someone will have a fatwa on your 
head. Just think about Salman Rushdie. Or that pig from 
Denmark who dare to make a mockery cartoon of our 
Prophet."

Francesca thought about it quick and then decided, 
"Very well Natasha. I will be your slave."
 
Natasha smiled confidently, "Excellent. Now I suggest 
you go back to your room. I will show up at say," 
Natasha looked at her watch and then continued, "seven 
o'clock sharp."

Francesca was taking note of what Natasha said. Natasha 
then looked back at Francesca, looking at her down-and-
up, saying, "And so you don't forget our agreement, I 
suggest that you keep your bikini on. As a sign of the 
deal that you have agreed on and that you don't go back 
on your word, so that you remember and don't forget 
this very moment."

**

Natasha had walked away and Francesca knew that her 
fate was sealed. She had to remember to keep her red 
bikini on when Natasha was going to come and meet her 
in her room. No point trying to run away or else 
Natasha would make sure that Francesca regretted having 
done so.

Francesca contemplated that perhaps Natasha would make 
her bathe her or take her out for dinner and having to 
pay for it all. Or that she would do her finger nails 
and give her some massage, like as if some kind of 
European maid. 

But whatever it was, Francesca hated having done this 
deal. But this was far better than the alternative. 
Francesca wartched the Malay girl walk away and so she 
too walked back to her motel.

Francesca was inside her motel room, No.13. she still 
wore her red bikini and lied on her bed. It was a motel 
room that resembled a mini-cabin. It was one big 
bedroom by itself with a large bed, and with the 
television and wall-mirrors facing it. But there was a 
small narrow hallway, which led to the bathroom, which 
was not much different from that of regular hotels. 

She looked at her watch. It was 7PM and her watch lied 
on the bedside table. There was a knock on the door. 
She went to open it. Natasha was there stood outside, 
still dressed like how she was earlier. Natasha just 
pushed her aside and then said, "Close the door."

Francesca was feeling funny, still being made to remain 
in her bikini and not put proper clothes on. But she 
still wasn't sure what Natasha was going to make her 
do. Natasha was just there, smiling. She closed the 
room door. Francesca then said

"Do your employers know you are here?"

"I close my shop normally by 6:30PM. After that, I can 
do what I want."

"So they don't check up on you?" Francesca tried to 
keep as a friendly conversation as possible, sincerely. 

Natasha then looked at her and said, "They don't care 
what I do after my shop hours are closed."

Natasha then moved closer to Francesca and was moving 
her finger all over Francesca's chest, though not her 
breasts. Francesca was not sure if this woman was 
trying to hit on her but she looked surprised. 

"My dear, you and I are going to have dinner together. 
But not here in Pangkor."

"No?"

"We are going to the mainland. But tomorrow, I will 
bring you back to this island in the morning."

"And won't the people here ask?"

"You can tell the reception that you are meeting a 
friend on the mainland but your belongings are still 
here and that you will be returning in the morning. You 
are taking the bus to the harbour we are headed. And of 
course they won't accuse you of trying to run away 
since they have your details."

"True."

Natasha was looking at Francesca, as if she fancied the 
French woman. Francesca was becoming a bit more 
suspicious and Natasha then said, "Keep your bikini on 
and put some travelling clothes over it. Bring what you 
need to bring. I will wait outside."

Natasha left the room and waited outside. Francesca 
then started putting on some clothes over the bikini 
she wore. She had her wallet and purse and had put on 
some make-up. She then met Natasha outside. Both ladies 
went towards the reception but it was Francesca who 
went to give her room key to the young Malay boy 
working behind the reception and explaining that she 
was going over to the mainland to meet a friend and 
will be back tomorrow. She still had to pay the bill 
for that night too, even if she was not going to be 
there, as her belongings were still there.

After they left the hotel, they waited by the nearby 
bus stop. Francesca was made to pay for both their bus 
tickets, headed for the harbour. As Francesca and 
Natasha were seated together, Francesca noticed that 
many of the people in the bus were employees of that 
holiday resort. None of them gave Francesca any wolf 
whistles, in case that she might report them. 

The bus finally reached the harbour and both ladies 
boarded the ship headed for the mainland. Francesca was 
made to pay for both of them again. The trip was about 
an hour. They finally arrived in the other side.

On the mainland, Francesca and Natasha took another bus 
(paid by Francesca again) towards some town centre. 
Once they got off there, Francesca found herself in 
some street that had small restaurants and some closed 
shops. The pavements were dirty and the locals were 
walking by, but many dressed with American type-
imported clothes. Francesca asked Natasha, "Where are 
we going?"

"Dinner. I'm starved."

Both ladies were walking amongst a crowd of people, 
until they finally come across some Indian Muslim shop. 
They walked inside. Inside the shop was something that 
was pretty common in Malaysia. There were people sat 
down and eating their food on round tables. When they 
reached the counter, Natasha then told Francesca, "I am 
going to order the food for us. I will tell you how 
much you need to pay."
 
Francesca glumly said, "Oh Ok."

Francesca noticed that some of the men, both young and 
old, who were sat down were temporarily eyeing her. It 
was probably because she was European and had make-up 
on. Natasha ordered food in her native tongue Malay and 
the guy behind the counter shouted back at the kitchen 
behind him. She then responded something back to 
Natasha in Malay. Natasha then said to Francesca, 
"Let's take a seat until we get our order."

"We are not eating here."

"We are eating in my place."

They took a seat by an empty round table. After thirty 
minutes, the guy behind the counter shouted towards 
Natasha and then Natasha said to Francesca, "Ok. It is 
time to pay and then get out of here."

When they reached the counter, the guy behind the 
counter spoke to Natasha in Malay and Natasha told 
Francesca to give her some amount of money, which she 
used to pay the guy behind the counter. 

"I want you to carry the food."

Francesca carried the food, which was all wrapped 
together in some plastic bag.

"I want you to hold it gently so that you don't spill 
the sauce."

Francesca hated being ordered around like that but she 
did not want to piss Natasha off and so did as she was 
told. Natasha paid the man and kept the change. They 
both walked off the Indian Muslim shop.

Once they were out in the streets, Natasha was waking 
in front of Francesca, who followed behind her like 
some kind of maid. They walked until they finally 
reached what looked like some apartment block, which 
was on a corner by itself, was far away from the road. 
It was about less than six stories high. They passed by 
the security guards and Natasha spent some time 
chatting in Malay to the guards, in a very warm and 
friendly way. But they then proceeded towards 
underneath the building, which also served as some 
carpark and they walked towards the lift. Natasha 
pushed the button and then told Francesca, "Come inside 
the lift."

Once inside the lift, Natasha pushed the button for the 
fifth floor. Natasha looked at the food bag that 
Francesca was carrying and she then said, "It smells 
nice too."

To Francesca, it was a strange smell, since she never 
really had any of the local food. Then the lift stopped 
and finally opened. Natasha made a joking statement, 
"Looks like our stop."

They got out of the lift and Natasha led them towards 
the right side of that floor's narrow corridor. They 
walked all the way until they reached the last 
apartment. Natasha opened it with her apartment key and 
she then motioned for Francesca to come inside, after 
she turned on the lights inside.

Once inside the apartment, Francesca could see what it 
looked like. It had a small living room which faced the 
door and a couch facing the wall. There was a 
rectangular dining table there too. There was also a 
small narrow space which served as the kitchen, which 
Francesca could see. 

"Francesca, leave the food inside the kitchen. I will 
prepare it for us. Why don't you go wash your face in 
the bathroom."

Francesca could see the small corridor that led to some 
doors. Francesca realised that the other two were 
bedrooms. And one of them must be the bathroom. She 
entered it and then closed the door behind her. She 
switched on the lights and washed her face over the 
washing basin. As she finished washing her face, she 
looked at herself in the mirror. 

Some holiday this was. Instead of getting away from 
stress, she (a European woman) was made to obey some 
ordinary local girl (much younger than her) and even 
forced to come to that young lady's house. She was 
being blackmailed into becoming this girl's slave, and 
all because she was caught having and reading some 
stupid book. She heard Natasha calling her from 
outside, "Come out now."

When Francesca came out the bathroom, Natasha was 
standing by the dining table. She then gave Francesca a 
wicked smile, "Francesca, I want you to lie on top of 
this table."

Francesca was shocked. Natasha continued, "I want you 
to take all your clothes."
"What?!"

Natasha wailed towards Francesca and slapped her hard 
on the face, saying to her "Your life is in my hands. 
You agreed to be my slave. Are you going back on your 
words. Do you want me to go to police and tell them 
about you having The Satanic Verses. Do you want to end 
up spending the rest of your life in our prisons? Trust 
me, you Western women won't be able to handle it."

Francesca felt for that part of her cheek which Natasha 
slapped and it was even a hard slap. She nearly cried. 
Natasha then told her in a commanding tone, "Now take 
off your clothes and put them by the couch over there."

Natasha became meek this instant. She slowly took off 
her clothes. She got out of her shoes. Then she took 
off her jeans and shirt. Once she had let everything 
dropped. Natasha still told her, "I want to see you 
completely naked. Take off your bikini!"

Francesca was a bit scared at this abusive shouting. 
She untied her bra and let it drop off the floor. She 
could see the wicked smirk on Natasha's face. She then 
slowly pulled down her. Once she was completely naked, 
she then grabbed all her belongings and then walked 
over to the couch and placed them there.

"Now get over here!"

Francesca walked towards where Natasha was. Natasha 
then said, "Now climb over this table and lie down on 
it as if you were in bed."

The table stood lower than Francesca's waist but it 
looked strong and steady. She did as she was told. She 
slowly climbed over it by some chairs and she the 
positioned herself so that she would lie on top of it. 
Naked. 

Natasha then said, "Now I am going to serve us dinner."

Natasha walked towards the kitchen and Francesca 
wondered what Natasha was planning to do to her. She 
never expected Natasha t make her go completely naked. 
Natasha finally arrived. Natasha was carrying some food 
container full of rice. It was Nasi Goreng, a 
traditional local food. Natasha was using a large spoon 
to dispense the Nasi Goreng rice-and-meat (normally 
chicken curry pieces)…all over Francesca's beautiful 
breasts. Both breasts had been covered now by food. 

But she was not finished yet. She came back and put 
some Natasha then took a chair, next to Francesca's 
breast and then laughingly told the French woman, "Ok, 
time to eat."

Natasha was eating the rice from Francesca's breasts 
with her bare hands. But Natasha could see that her 
slave was not used to being used like some sort of 
plate. She then said to Francesca in a degrading way, 
"I want you to put your left hand on your breasts."

Francesca raised her left hand by her left breasts. 

"Now squeeze on the food on top of you. There are meat 
pieces for you to eat. Chicken pieces. Fish pieces. Egg 
pieces."

Natasha broke out into a cruel laughter. Francesca was 
hungry and she moved her fingers, as if to grasp some 
food, be it mixed-up rice or chicken pieces and lift 
all the way to her mouth, like some sort of robot, 
feeding herself as much as she can. Natasha enjoyed 
dining on Francesca. Francesca tried to shut herself 
from this humiliation. Natasha managed to eat most of 
the food, as well as Francesca. All over Francesca's 
breasts were few pieces of rice, some small sauce 
pieces and her breasts smelled literally like Nasi 
Goreng. Natasha saw the look-of-defeat ion Francesca's 
face. But she did not care. She laughed at the poor 
woman and she was even eyeing her right nipple and 
pinched on it, laughing. She then was twitching on it, 
as if to shake Francesca's entire right breast, like a 
piece of meat. 

"Ok slave. Time to get up. You smell like food."

Francesca was partly mesmerised. Natasha slapped her 
hard on the face and she then realised that she was 
being told to do something, "Get up. We need to get you 
washed up."

Francesca managed to move her body, so as to get off 
the table. Natasha was heading for the bathroom and she 
motioned for her to go there. Once inside, Natasha was 
pointing at the bathtub. 

"I want you to lie there."

Francesca did as she was told. She climbed over the 
bath tube and then lied her back against the bottom. 
Natasha closed the bathroom door and then told 
Francesca mockingly, "You smell like Nasi Goreng. I 
never knew Western women were this dirty."

Natasha took the soap and gave it to Francesca and 
said, "I want you to go and clean your entire smelly 
body."

Francesca was using the soap but moved in a very slow 
speed, "Hurry up!"

Francesca tried to soap her entire body, but mostly her 
breasts and all over her arms and legs, while still 
lying down on the bath tube. But before Francesca could 
say that she was finished, Natasha grabbed the water 
hose and turned it on. At full cold blast. She was 
hosing Francesca's entire lying body. She could hear 
the French woman make some scream, being dosed with 
cold water. Natasha could hear the screams but she just 
laughed. She finally stopped. Francesca was really wet, 
from the top of her head all the way down to her legs. 
Her hair was messed up and so was her make-up on her 
face. 

"Now stay there. I will get you a towel." Natasha got 
out of the bathroom and came back with a towel. She 
then said to her slave, "Get up. And dry your body with 
this."

Francesca tried getting up from the bath tube, and took 
the towel from Natasha and tried covering herself with 
it, below her waist. Natasha was angry and said, "Are 
you stupid. I want you to dry your body first."

At being called "stupid", Francesca felt humiliated and 
so, used the towel to dry herself. Afterwards, Natasha 
then asked her to return to the living room, still 
carrying the towel. Natasha then took the towel off her 
and then properly placed it on top of the dining table, 
where Natasha dined on Francesca's body earlier on. 
Francesca was surprised. Natasha smiled again and said, 
"I want you to lie over the table."

Francesca did as she was told. She laid her back on top 
of the table, for the second time. Natasha then said to 
her, "Now wait right here."

Natasha walked and came back with some things. She sat 
by Francesca's body. But this time, she was sat by 
Francesca's legs, especially what was between her legs. 
Natasha was feeling Francesca's pubic hair. It was 
still wet.

"You have brown pubic hair. Asian woman have black 
ones."

Francesca could see that Natasha was intending on 
having some fu with her. She could see that Natasha had 
some scissors on. Francesca whimpered to her mistress, 
"What are you going to do with me?"

"Testing to see if my skills are still good. And trust 
me, I'm very good with this." Natasha treated 
Francesca's pubic hair as if it were human hair and she 
started demonstrating some barber-like skills and 
started snipping off some of Francesca's pubic hair. It 
felt good. Natasha kept on snipping, with parts of the 
pubic hair being brushed away with a brush, just 
underneath the towel between Francesca's legs. 

From Natasha's view, most of the pubic hair had been 
cut off. She then got up from the chair and said to 
Francesca, "Now stay right here."

Natasha walked off and came back with something else. 
Francesca, who was lying down could not see what it 
was. But she felt some paper-like piece pressed on top 
of where her pussy was. It felt in a strange way good. 
But Francesca also realised that it felt a lot like 
hair wax, which women normally put on their legs, so as 
to get rid of hair on their legs. Natasha then pulled 
it off very roughly and Francesca made a low scream. 
Natasha then joked and said, "There."

Natasha raised the hair-removing wax-paper and showed 
it to Francesca's face. Francesca could see many little 
bits of brown hair on the paper. 

Francesca then spoke, "You took off all my pubic hair."

Natasha then went over to Francesca's face and smiled 
at her, "Yes I took out your entire pubic hair. Now you 
have no pubic hair at all."

"Can I get up?"

"No you may not. I am not finished with you yet." 
Natasha went away with the wax paper and came back with 
the brush. She brushed off some hair pieces. She then 
said to Francesca, "Get up!"

Francesca got up from the table, for the second time. 
Natasha brought the towel towards the bathroom, with 
the brush and she was brushing off the brown hair from 
the towel, towards the flushing shitting bowel. After 
she got rid of the last bits, she flushed it down the 
toilet.

While Natasha was just coming out from the bathroom, 
Francesca was putting her right hand on her pussy. She 
really felt all her pubic hair totally removed from her 
body. From her French pussy. Natasha then told her, 
"Please have a seat. I am going to make us both some 
hot drinks."

Natasha made them some "Tea Tarik" and they were both 
sat down drinking on the table. while Francesca was 
sipping her Tae Tarik, Natasha was happily telling her 
about what a great country Malaysia, being racially 
diversed with different food and having the world's 
tallest buildings, The Twin Towers of Kuala Lumpur and 
how brave her ex Prime Minster was, for standing up to 
the imperialistic West. And also that one day Islam 
will rule the world.

After they finished their drinks, Francesca was made to 
wash their cups in the sink and place them on the plate 
holder for drying. Natasha had also told Francesca to 
blow-dry her hair, by a socket by the couch. Francesca 
turned the hair dryer to full strength and within 
moments, the hair on top of her head became extremely 
dry. But even after she finished, Natasha said, "You 
know what. Sit right there. Give that to me."

Natasha took the hair dryer from Francesca and she had 
a wicked smile. She then said, "Spread your legs!"

Francesca was not happy but did what she was told to 
do. She spread her legs, revealing her hairless pussy. 
Natasha then looked at her and said, "I think hot will 
do."

Natasha turned the hair dryer on but this time was 
blowing it towards Francesca's pussy. She could feel 
hot air pushing through her pussy. It felt erotic. 
Natasha then switched the hair dryer off and took it 
away.

When Natasha returned, she said to Francesca, "I think 
we had enough fun for one night. Let's go to the 
bedroom."

After Natasha switched the lights in the living room 
off, both ladies went towards Natasha's bedroom, which 
was the only thing in the apartment to still have 
lights on. Natasha then turned the lamp light by the 
bedside on and switched off the ones by the ceiling. 
"Looks much better this way, don't you think?"

Francesca nodded but Natasha was not satisfied, "Say 
something. Nodding will get you nowhere."

"Yes Natasha. You are right."

"I know I am."

Francesca eyed the bed. It was large enough for two 
persons. But Natasha closed the bedroom door and said 
to Francesca, "I want you to go lie on the right side 
of the bed."

Francesca walked towards where the right side of the 
bed was and sat there, still naked. Natasha then said 
to her, "I want you to lie down on it, facing the bed."

Francesca was a bit upset. That would put her in an 
uncomfortable position. But she knew better to argue 
with Natasha and so, shed tried lying down on the bed, 
gently and Natasha walked over and helped her. Natasha 
placed some pillow just above where Francesca's eyes 
would be and told her to keep it shut. While Francesca 
was lying faced down, Natasha was asking her to fold 
her arms above her head, which she did. Natasha also 
helped make her legs lie straight. 

Natasha whispered towards Francesca's ears and said, "I 
won't hurt you. But you are going to have to follow me. 
Understand?"

Francesca nodded. Natasha then patted her head, "That 
is a good French girl. If only your countrywomen were 
as obedient as you."

Natasha then sat on top of Francesca's back the bed was 
much larger in height than either lady. Natasha then 
said, "You know what. I think I want you to move your 
body a bit lower."

Francesca raised her body a bit higher and then moved 
her body a bit further from the top part of the bed. 
She also took the pillow and re-positioned her face, so 
that the pillow was above her eyes. But now her toes, 
her legs were beyond the edge of the bed, and this was 
even more uncomfortable. Before she could protest, 
Natasha sat back on her back again and then told her, 
"Stretch your arms."

Francesca stretched her arms. Once her arms were 
stretched towards the top of the bed, Natasha was 
leading each hand through the fences of the top part of 
the bed. Her fingers could feel the wall. And the she 
realised that Natasha was tying her wrists together, 
from the other side of the bed's upper fence. This 
meant that she could not move her hands away, unless 
Natasha untied them from that side. It was a cloth.

Natasha then got up and climbed out of the bed, telling 
her French slave, "Stay right there!"

Francesca could only feel and breathe from the surface 
of the bed. But she heard Natasha put something just 
below the bed. Natasha placed a heavy box. Then 
Francesca felt Natasha tying her ankles together very 
quick. Natasha used some longer cloth, which she 
further tied its end with the box just beneath her 
feet, by the end of the bed.

Francesca could not raise her arms and legs anymore and 
was totally helpless. Natasha then whispered to her 
ear, "Open your mouth!"

Francesca had opened her mouth and all of a sudden, she 
felt Natasha placed a cloth between her teeth. Now she 
could no longer make a full scream and just muster a 
couple of moans. Natasha had tied the other end of the 
cloth behind Francesca's head. 

Natasha eyed Francesca's naked body. She not only had 
sexy legs but also had a nice ass. She had a fit body. 
The purpose of the pillow was for two things. Firstly, 
she did not want to suffocate Francesca and so, allowed 
her some space between her nose and the bed, so that 
she can still breathe. Secondly, Francesca's breasts 
would not also get mushed up by being pushed too close 
against the bed. 

Natasha then said to Francesca, lying beside her 
slave's body, "You know, I do hope that when God 
rewards with having infidels for slaves, that he will 
make you my slave."

Natasha then got up and went to her bedside table. it 
had a drawer which had pencils, rulers and papers in 
it. She took out her ruler. It was a strong wooden 
ruler. She looked at Francesca's ass, using the ruler 
to feel with it.

Natasha then said, "I think you Western women sometimes 
need to know your place. You come to Malaysia and act 
like you own this country. Well you know what. I will 
you in your place once and for all. And this is also to 
remind you not to bring dirty books like Satanic Verses 
into my country."

Natasha WHACKED Francesca's ass five times. Francesca 
made a painful moaning sound, as the cloth on her mouth 
prevented her from screaming. But Natasha gave her a 
couple more WHACKINGS, until the French woman's ass 
turned completely red. It was much REDDER then the rest 
of her naked body. 

As for Francesca, tears flowed down her cheeks and into 
the bed. It was so painful. This Malay girl, younger 
and shorter than her, was behaving like Marquis De 
Sade, with bondage and uncontrolled BDSM type behaviour 
towards her. 

But Natasha looked at the REDDISH ASS and she purposely 
moved the tip of her pointing finger all over the 
surface of both buttocks. It caused Francesca to twitch 
in pain. Natasha could see how she was making her slave 
feel uncomfortable but hey, this French woman was her 
slave. 
 
But Natasha wanted to have some more fun. She walked 
out the bedroom door and went to the kitchen. She took 
out a candle stick with a match box. She went back tot 
the bedroom, and also closed the bedroom door behind 
her too. She then slowly pushed the bottom end of the 
candle stick, between Francesca's ass's buttocks. 
Francesca was twitching but too helpless to make enough 
movement, due to her legs being pulled down and her 
wrists pulled up. 

Natasha then took out a match stick and lit a fire with 
it, slowly and gently placing it on top of the candle.

"There. I thought you Westerners love taking it up in 
the ass."

Natasha then got up and switched off the lights from 
the lampshade, as the light from the candle was enough 
to brighten the room. She then lied next to Francesca's 
ass. She took some small book out, which was a short 
Malay romance novel. She used the back of Francesca, as 
a reading table. Francesca was uncomfortable, as the 
weight of the woman was pushing her own body towards 
the bed. But she was even more uncomfortable that her 
ass continued to develop more pain, from wax dripping 
out from the top of the candle towards her already 
bruised ass. She could no longer twitch as the pain was 
beyond control. 

Natasha knew that she was causing Francesca some agony 
but this was making her even more excited. Eventually, 
the combined pain from the candle wax and from the 
spanking-by-the-ruler had caused Francesca to lose 
consciousness. But as long as the candle light 
continued to hold out, Natasha could continue to read 
her novel. And it was getting a lot more exciting too. 

As she finally put her book away and then turned on the 
lampshade, as the candle finally went out, she slowly 
removed the candle stick from Francesca's ass and it 
was already smelling. Yuck, Natasha thought. She dumped 
it by the bin. 

But as she looked at Francesca's ass, she knew that she 
was going to have to clean it up with some wet cloth, 
if she was still going to maintain it for anymore 
future fun. Eventually, Natasha went to sleep with the 
lights turned off and while sleeping, she would just 
automatically hug something there that would have 
served as some sort of pillow even if it was human-
sized. 

But as Natasha was dreaming, she let her thoughts drift 
into what other sort of ways was she going to have fun 
with her new slave. As for Francesca, her thoughts took 
her to dreamland, both a mixture of a nice dream of 
finally returning home to France or spending some jail 
time in Malaysia, getting harassed by evil female 
criminals behind bars and wicked female policewomen. 

 

Three More Nights...

It was early morning and the alarm clock RANG. Natasha 
had woke and untied her new slave. And woke her up too, 
by slapping her hard on her ass.

"Wake up. Time to get changed."

Francesca woke up. Francesca got up from the bed and 
walked to the living room to put her clothes back on, 
since she last left them on the living room couch. 
After both ladies left the apartment block, both ladies 
had a quick breakfast by a local Indian Muslim shop. 
Afterwards, they boarded the ship headed for the island 
where the motel was. Once they reached the harbour, 
they took the bus towards where the motel was. While 
inside the bus, they both sat together. Natasha still 
wore the same clothes she did the day before and so did 
Francesca. Then Natasha whispered to Francesca's ears, 
"I had fun last night."

Francesca remembered the ordeal from the night before. 
She dreaded to try thinking about it. But Natasha had 
more to say, "Don't worry. I won't make you come back 
to my place again."

Natasha was silent for a while but then had something 
else to say, "I work in the shop with someone else but 
she won't suspect a thing. She knows that I am the one 
who goes check up on people. Since I won't be visiting 
you tonight, I am going to meet up with you in the 
afternoon."

Natasha then looked at her watch and said, "How about 
if I meet you at the same spot from yesterday? At say 
three sharp?"

"Ok."

"And I want you to go to the restaurant and order 
yourself two Nasi Lemaks. Tell them that you plan on 
eating in your room and that you don't want to be 
disturbed."

"What food again."

"Nasi Lemak."

"I think I will remember that word."

"They also have written in the menu."

Francesca would remember the word. "Nasi" sounds a lot 
like the word "Nazi". Lemak sounds like the word 
"camel" spelled backwards. This would remind her of 
Islamic terrorists and Nazis, the very two groups that 
have intimidated the French people both in the previous 
and last century.

"I will remember that word alright."

"Words. It is two words. And don't forget to wear your 
bikini too."

They finally arrived by the motel and went their 
separate ways. Natasha went to the shop where she 
worked at and had to open it up and do whatever 
business she had to do over there. Francesca headed for 
the reception and took her room key from the 
receptionist. She headed straight for room 13. Her ass 
still ached from last night. 

Francesca had some sleep and was completely knackered. 
When she got back into her room, she took a small 
shower. It was a lukewarm shower. It felt good washing 
her body with clean water. But as she was putting a 
hand on her pussy, she remembered that Natasha had it 
all snipped off. She also put some shampoo on her hair 
too, so that it would smell fresh. 

After she finished taking shower, she remained inside 
the bathroom, drying herself with the towel. She knew 
that later, she was going to have put up with some 
abuse from Natasha, only perhaps this time it will be 
far more temporary than the previous night on the 
mainland. 

By 3PM, Francesca wore her bikini and was sat on the 
same beach chair, at the exact same spot. She also had 
ordered something from the motel restaurant. Two brown 
bags of Nasi Lemak. It was down beside her. Francesca 
saw Natasha approaching her from the distance. Natasha 
smiled at her and said, "I'm hungry."

"It does smell good."

Natasha then had a serious look on her face, "We would 
not be disturbed. No one else is by this area from the 
hotel. Now take off your bikini and put it by the 
chair."

Francesca stripped off from her red bikini and placed 
it along with some other small belonging of hers on top 
of the beach chair. She was now naked on the beach.

"Don't worry Francesca. No one will see you naked."

Natasha walked towards where the food was. She placed 
it on a spot just two metres away from the beach chair. 
She had opened up both Nasi Lemak bags. She then 
motioned for Francesca to come. But as Francesca walked 
there, Natasha then said, "Now lie on your back. I want 
your body to be touched by Malaysian sand."

Francesca then lied herself next to Natasha and the 
opened-up goof bags. Her ass and back were feeling the 
lukewarm heat from the sand. She also felt sandy too. 

"Now just keep your mouth shut."

Natasha placed one Nasi Lemak bag to the right of 
Francesca's body. She then poured the other entire Nasi 
Lemak bag all over Francesca breasts. Francesca was 
distressed. She was dining on her again.

"NOW Francesca. Remembered how you ate food yesterday. 
With your fingers."

As Natasha started digging her fingers onto the poor 
woman's boobs, Francesca was using her left hand to 
grasp some of the Nasi Lemak pieces onto her mouth. 
Just as Natasha was eating the food from Francesca's 
breasts, she then lowered her head above the breasts 
and started lapping her tongue and just eating the food 
from there, especially where Francesca's right nipple 
was. Francesca was struggling and just pouring food 
onto her own mouth. She knew that it was Natasha who 
was going to decide when they have stopped eating. 

After both ladies have finished their food, Natasha 
then told Francesca, "Ok time to get up!"

Francesca was still partly mesmerised by still being 
treated like some sort of chattel. Or plate. Natasha 
slapped her hard on the face, shouting, "I said get 
up!"

Francesca was starting to get up. Natasha then told her 
French slave, "Now all these wrapping bags. I want you 
to throw them away."

Both women had their hands dirty, from eating the food 
with their hands. But on top of Francesca's chest, some 
sticky food pieces remained.

"Hmm, you look tasty."

Natasha then walked towards the naked woman and then 
pulled her closer to her, while using her tongue to lap 
off some of the rice pieces that were stuck on the 
upper part of the breasts. Then Natasha moved away and 
told her, "You are the best plate I have ever used."

Natasha then looked at her hands and she saw Francesca 
trying to reach for her bikini, so as to cover her 
private parts up. Natasha shouted, "Wait! Don't put 
your bikini back on yet!"

Natasha walked towards where the chair was and took 
Natasha's bikini-panties and she used it to clean her 
fingers of Nasi Lemak. She then handed it back to 
Francesca, who looked even more distressed watching the 
woman use her own bikini-panties as some kind of cloth. 
Natasha just smiled and said, "I have cleaned my hands. 
But still smells like Nasi Lemak."

Natasha then pushed her hands towards Francesca and 
mockingly said, "Smell this."

Francesca backed away. She did not want to have that 
smell, since she was already partly smelling that way. 
Natasha just giggled at the look of horror on 
Francesca's face. Natasha then cruelly said to 
Francesca, "Now put on your bikinis."

Fracnesca did as she was told. After putting her two-
piece red bikini on, she now also causing her bra to 
also touch and get he smell from the Nasi Lemak pieces 
from her boobs. As for her pussy, it was now also 
getting some smell and food pieces, as Natasha used it 
to clean her hands with.

As Natasha was ready to get going, she then told her 
slave, "Same time tomorrow. But this time, your room."



Two More Nights...

Francesca was lying on her bed. She was dressed very 
comfortably. She only had something that looked like a 
nightie. But it was comfortable. KNOCK on the door. 
Francesca had opened the door for Natasha. Natasha was 
carrying a small bamboo stick.

Natasha pushed her aside and then closed the door 
behind them. 

"You know I prefer you naked."

Francesca knew that Natasha wanted her to automatically 
strip off. Francesca stripped off her clothes and 
chucked it all on the bed. Natasha then said, "Ok. 
Francesca. I want you to put your fingers on both ends 
of your ears."

Francesca did as she was told. She was holding to both 
her earlobes. 

"Now I am going to count one to twenty and every time I 
count, you move your body down. And then up again. 
Ready go."

As Natasha was counting, Francesca held to her earlobes 
and was squatting her body up and down. Natasha 
laughed, as she found this sight to be hilarious. After 
Natasha finished making the poor woman act like a 
clown, she then said, "Now go on your knees."

Francesca had dropped down on her knees. Natasha then 
said, "Now drop down on all fours, like a dog."

Francesca went down on all fours. Natasha then went 
behind her and sat on her back. Natasha was not so 
heavy but her weight was keeping Francesca's body down, 
"I want to ride you like a horse."

As Natasha was pulling at the back of Francesca's hair, 
she then said, "Ok horsey giddyup!"

Natasha used the end of the bamboo stick to hit 
Francesca's ass, making the French woman move around 
her room. 

"Giddyup! Giddyup!" WHACK against her poor ass, had 
hurt her and she moaned.

"Now if you do as you are told, I won't have to beat 
you," Natasha then got up from the French woman and pat 
her nicely on the ass, "Ok dear. You can get up now."

As Francesca got up, she felt the PAIN on her ass. 
Natasha just let out a small evil giggle. 

"Francesca, why don't you lie on your bed."

Francesca's ass was hurting so bad that she begged her 
Malay mistress, "Please, could I lie on my chest? My 
ass still hurts. I am a very sensitive woman."

Natasha then used her other free hand to fondle with 
Francesca's left boob, very gently and lovingly.

"Are you?"

Francesca meekly nodded her slave-head. Natasha then 
cruelly placed her fingers between Francesca's nipple 
and then twisted them hard and quick. Francesca 
screamed, "OUCH!"

Natasha just giggled. "Ok lie on the bed. I am not 
going to hit you anymore."

"Thank you. Thank you." The poor defeated French woman 
climbed on top of her bed and just lied face down. 
Natasha then climbed on top of the bed. She was 
fondling Francesca's brown hair. Natasha then 
complimented her slave, "You know of all the Mat 
Salehs, I find the dark haired ones to be the most 
attractive. Normally South East Asian men don't like 
European women. Not the Germans. Not the Swedish. Not 
even the British. Or Americans. But some do like ones 
like you."

Natasha put the bamboo stick down on the bed and she 
was fondling all over Francesca's back. As Francesca 
lied her face down and her arms over her head, she 
could feel Natasha's tongue lapping at the back of her 
neck. Either her Malay mistress was a lesbian or just 
plain kinky or just plain domineering. Or a molester.

Francesca could feel her mistress's tongue lapping up 
and down, from that part of her neck touching her upper 
back, all the way to the lower part of the back of her 
hair. Then Natasha gave her neck a small bite, like 
what normally lovers would do sometimes. 

As Francesca just lied there, nearly falling asleep, 
she heard Natasha shouting at her ear, "Ok sweety, same 
time tomorrow. This room again." Natasha had walked out 
the room door and slammed it behind her.



One More Night...

Francesca lied on the top of her bed. By tomorrow 
morning, she was going to leave Malaysia and take a 
long flight back to Europe. This had been one strange 
"bdsm" oriented fiasco. And the last time she had to 
see her abuser's face again. 

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Francesca got up and opened the door her mistress. He 
door closed behind them again. Natasha had the same 
bamboo stick that she had the day before. Natasha then 
smiled at her, "I have you for one more day. Tomorrow, 
you are going back to Europe. As I promise, you will be 
left alone. And you won't see me again. Perhaps you can 
come back to this motel again and I won't even harass 
you. I won't even tell them about your book."

Francesca looked meek. As the day passes by, she became 
more and more meeker. Natasha had TAMED her by force 
and abuse. Natasha then placed a hand on Francesca's 
sweet French face. "Why so glum darling. I am not going 
to hit you. You have been so obedient. Trust me sayang 
(Malay for sweetheart), you have nothing to worry 
about. What if I told you that I actually find French 
women attractive and that I am not as anti-Western as 
you think I am."

Natasha then put the bamboo stick on the floor and 
started taking off her own clothes until she was 
completely naked and then climbed on top of Francesca's 
bed. Francesca lovingly hit the side of the bed, asking 
for Francesca to come. 

"Why don't you take of your clothes and come join me 
here."

Francesca stripped off completely and joined her 
mistress on the bed. Natasha lied her back and rested 
her head on the pillow, spread her own legs, saying, 
"Francesca, I want you lick my pussy."

Francesca was hovering her whole body on the edge of 
the bed and placed her face between the Malay girl's 
legs and started licking the Malay girl's pussy. 
Natasha kept one hand on top of Francesca's head, 
keeping her head down, so that she still knows her 
place. Natasha felt pleasure from her pussy being 
licked.

"Oh yes. Oh yes!"

Natasha liked it. She then pulled Francesca by her hair 
and said, "Ok stop. I want you now to lie down on the 
bed. On your back!"

Natasha got up from the bed and it was Francesca's turn 
to lie down. As Francesca was lying down, Natasha went 
to the floor and picked up her bamboo stick. Francesca 
was afraid that she would get more WHACKINGS. But to 
Francesca's surprise, Natasha was standing above where 
her head was. She was lowering down her ass, just above 
Francesca's face. Francesca could already smell 
Natasha's ass and it was smelly, "You know dear, I am 
pretty sure you know what I want you to do."

Francesca realised that Natasha was lowering the other 
end of the bamboo stick on her pussy. She could feel 
the touch of wood against her sexual organ. Her French 
flesh. As Natasha's ass stood above Francesca's face, 
Francesca tied to LAP HER TONGUE on the Malay girl's 
asshole. She lapped and lapper. If she did not lap, 
Natasha would WHACK HER PUSSY. 

Francesca's tongue TASTED SHIT. It was smelling shit. 
It felt shit. But to Natasha, the tongue felt good on 
her ass. After lapping against something that tasted 
horrible, Natasha got up from the top of the woman's 
head, saying, "That was good. That felt nice. Your 
tongue was good for my ass. Now lie on your back 
again."

Francesca then changed position, so that she faced the 
bed once more and her ass faced the ceiling. Natasha 
was on top of her body, slowly licking and kissing the 
back of Francesca's neck. Francesca liked the touch of 
a tongue on the back of her head. Natasha then 
whispered on her ear, "Francesca, I am going to get 
changed. But I want you to still stay in this 
position."

Natasha was fondling and patting the back of the French 
woman's head. Natasha put her clothes back on. After 
Natasha finished her clothes back on, she then 
whispered to Francesca's ears, "You can get up after 
you hear me slam my way out your door. I just want to 
have one last fun."

As Francesca was facing the bed, and her ass feeling 
the dumpy air from the room, she heard Natasha 
whispering to her ear, "Now open your mouth but still 
face the bed."

As Francesca did what she was told, she felt some cloth 
(perhaps her own panty) being used to cover her mouth, 
so that she won't be heard if she screamed. But the 
next moment, was an experience like one she never 
experienced before. She felt the bamboo stick STICKING 
RIGHT UP HER ASS. She screamed (but no one could hear) 
on the top of her lungs. 

After a while, Natasha slowly pulled it out and then 
the door slammed. Francesca was hurting but this was 
the last day of her torment at the hands of that young 
Malay girl. 


The Day After

Francesca managed to make her way towards the airport 
and boarded the plane headed for Europe. On the plane, 
she had a seat close to the window. Ten minutes later, 
the airplane took off. As the plane moved higher and 
higher on the air, Francesca could see Malaysia moving 
away from her, as the airplane was taking her away from 
Malaysia. Her holiday had turned into a BDSM nightmare. 
But it was an experience she was never going to forget. 
As for The Satanic Verses, she had it inside her 
luggage. The less people here knew about it, the 
better.

Since it was such a long flight, she took some naps and 
would be in Europe in a day's time. She dreamt of being 
Natasha's sex slave and the many ways that Natasha was 
using to degrade her. As for her ass, it felt as if it 
was now much wider. And it did ache a bit from time to 
time too. 

But one thing was for sure. Even if she returned to her 
native France, she would never forget her Malay 
mistress, the one who put her at her place and that 
even thought she was a human being, she also remembered 
that after her experience, she was not much different 
from that of a plate.

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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