Forced but Not Broen

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is entirely fictional and in no way condones violence against women. It is only an expression of personal sexual curiosities. Nor is the story written with any inherent desire to serve as a reflection on the Muslim community. With no offense intended, I try to use archetypes rather than broadly define a religious society in negative hues. I assume that there are a multitude of cultural inaccuracies.

Sahara knew that her 18th birthday would mean that she would be considered an old maid without a husband in her Pakistani village. But she had ambition, and a caring family that wanted her to reach her dream of becoming a teacher.

The problem was the majority in the rest of her village, who just wanted her to be a baby machine who abode by the rules that established what must happen in order to be, in their eyes, "a good Pakistani woman." She must wear a burka that would conceal her shapely, athletic body, not letting anyone see her flowing black locks and beautiful olive skin until the day when a man marries her and keeps her away, only able to be herself behind the walls of her home.

The neighbor, Jahan, was one of the men in the village like this. He was a 36 year old blacksmith, not unattractive because of the workouts from a livelihood built with his hands, but still in the 15th century when it came to women. He chased after 16-year-old girls with hopes of having a wife bear him a son. He chided Sahara for her desire to work outside the home and being driven by goals and personal satisfaction: sexually, socially, professionally, and otherwise.

Still, Jahan found Sahara incredibly sexy for an "old maid." Sahara caught him staring at her as she hung her laundry in the back yard, only dressed in her silk undergarments. Her c-cup breasts were only shielded by a thin white cloth, as her curvy olive-skinned legs poked through a slit in her underskirt. Her small feet were dirty, but delicate as they moved quickly about the dirt yard, carrying out her chores diligently.

"What are you looking at Jahan Sahib," Sahara snapped. "I thought you only liked adolescent girls."

"You better watch yourself, kafir!" he said. "I could have you arrested and stoned for tempting me like that in your slutty manner. What makes you so sexy to tempt a man."

Sahara give him a vulgar gesture before shutting his view of her. But she knew full well that the law was against her if Jahan decided to have his way. She would avert contact with him. She could probably accomplish that before leaving for college in Islamabad at the end of a couple weeks.

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Two nights before leaving for Islamabad, Sahara's family held a small gathering with close friends. They feasted on lamb kebab and rice as her father and mother did traditional dances to the ancient music being played on their cassette player.

Sahara praised her parent's for their guidance and support. She joined in singing with friends until early in the morning. As the sun began to come up, most of her friends left, save for her longtime crush, Tarik, who helped her parents clean.

Tarik was also 18 and fairly progressive in his view of women. Sahara and Tarik used to climb trees and read books as children. It was only in their teens that they began to view each other in a more sexual way. Though they have kissed and danced several times, they remained proper in respect to the honor of their parents and own personal drives.

Tarik was going to engineering school in Lahore as Sahara went to Islamabad. Their parents had considered arranging a marriage between them, but the two wanted to hold off until they've completed education. They had every intention of staying close and making their families happy in the long run.

After Tarik had helped Sahara's parents clean and get into bed for a day of rest before their daughter's departure, Sahara walked him to the gate of their house. Walking hand in hand, she dared to lift up her hijab to peck him on the cheek to say goodbye. She knew that she would be writing him on a daily basis after getting settled in Islamabad.

It was then that Jahan snuck up behind Tarik and struck him on the head with a rock. She knocked Sahara on the ground, covering her mouth with his hand as she began to scream. Her eyes grew wide as her head hit the ground and her hijab fell away.

"Shut up you bitch, you kafir." Jahan said in a forceful whisper. "I will show you how we deal with infidels who break their humility and show such pornography before the eyes of god and everyone. I will kill your fellow infidel if you try my patience."

Sahara wept as Jahan threw her over his shoulder and clenched Tarik by the head to drag him to his home. She feared for her life but also for Tarik, willing to do anything to keep them both alive. She simply kept quiet and dreadfully anticipated what Jahan was going to do to teach her his perception of the way a woman ought to act.

Jahan tied both his captives at the wrists with coarse rope, pushing an unconscious Tarik into a corner and throwing Sahara onto a pillow-lined bed. With a knife between his teeth, he told Sahara that if she cooperated and stayed quiet, her friend would live. "If not..." He took the knife and cut a small 1 cm. slit in her olive thigh, just deep enough to draw blood.

The contempt in Sahara's beautiful brown eyes was almost palpable, her chest heaving, and brow furrowed in concentrated angst. Still, she nodded to Jahan in order to protect the life of her love and any chance that she herself would be set free from this shameful harassment.

Jahan picked Sahara up by her arm and threw her back against the bed after cutting her hands free. She massaged her wrists as Jahan gazed upon the purple shalwar kameez she wore, drifting over her breasts and wrapped around her muscular, but trim legs. He salivated as he moved up to her in the bed, standing beside her as he took off her red shoes in an almost gentle way.

"I've waited a lot time to show you how to be a proper girl," Jahan said. "I hope that you are quiet for the sake of you and your fellow kafir."

Sahara simply weeped softly as Jahan slipped his knife into her garment and cut away at the fabric. He kissed her ample breasts as he settled the weight of his torso between her thighs.

Sahara shook her curly, black hair as he slapped her again and unfastened his trousers. She clasped her thighs shut as he pinned her arms down and nibbled on her breasts.

"You better stop resisting," Jahan said. "I will have to hurt your Tarik."

Sahara loosened her legs. Jahan slowly ran his fingers up Sahara's strong thighs and actually kissed her swollen round, brown nipples. She felt ashamed that she would actually find his touch somewhat pleasurable, and she began to get wet in the soft warmth between her legs.

Jahan moved his hand down to her calves, caressing the bronze-hued skin as Sahara bit her lip with the confusion and anger going through her head. She kept her hands to her side as Jahan kissed down her belly and hovered around the mound between her thighs, breathing in her scent as she began to curse him.

Jahan paid no attention as he knelt before her, pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. He licked her slit while grabbing her feet. As he licked up and down her lips, his hands began to knead her toes. She could feel that his penis was rock hard as her foot grazed the end of its tip.

Despite Sahara's anger, she gasped and winced with the sensations that ran through her pelvis to her breasts. As Jahan licked her clitoris and tickled her vagina with his finger, she grasped him roughly by the top of the head as she cried out with a mix of pleasure and anger.

Tarik stirred at this, sitting on the corner of the room with blood trickling down his forehead. "Get off of her," he shouted as he somewhat came to his senses. "I'll kill you if you hurt her."

At this, Sahara saw an opportunity, using her feet to push Jahan away from her sweltering core and across the room. She propped up on her forearms before Jahan sprung back up and jumped on her, pinning her to the bed.

Jahan met Sahara's terrified brown eyes with a look of pure hatred. But she also sensed rejection as his furrowed brow hinted sadness.

"I said let her go," shouted Tarik.

Jahan immediately refastened Sahara's wrists with a tight rope, only to get up and pummel Tarik in the face. "I'm the boss here you dog," he said. "A kafir will not tell me what to do." Jahan tied a gag around Tarik's mouth and blindfolded him so he wouldn't be able to see what was going to happen next.

Jahan went over to the bed and picked up Sahara by her bound hands. He pushed her back down so that she lay on her chest. She rest on her forearms to keep her body from pinning her hanging breasts. Jahan sneered as he regarded his prey in her perfect vulnerability. He pushed apart her legs as they fell down from the bed, extending from a round, tan ass, whose thick cheeks were positioned slightly apart on the edge.

Sahara began to cry with despair as Jahan positioned his still hard penis at the entrance of her vagina, kneeling behind her with a hand on her hips. Not even attempting to ease it in, he thrust his penis in her as she yelped in pain. He began to thrust his hips wildly as her hips remained rigid against the bed.

A trickle of blood when down Sahara's inner thigh as Jahan's breathing quickened. Tarik's angry moans could be heard in the background as Tarik whispered in the ear of his captive.

"You could have done this the easy way, you know that," Jahan said. "I could have made you my mine and taken care of you. You could have made my home, bore my children, and I could have provided for you. Your impetuousness has only brought my wrath. Why don't you just yield."

Sahara's hips began to meet his thrusts by instinct alone, her powerful thighs meeting Jahan, her pelvic muscles squeezing Jahan. He enjoyed the sight of her round ass up in the air as it shook back and forth, dampness lubricating his continued entry into her canal. Sahara's beautiful black hair lay strewn on her back as Jahan reached around and cupped her swollen breasts.

Jahan's thrusts became more urgent as he began to feel tingles of warmth ride up his shaft. Sahara and him began to roughly pant in tune with the thrusts as Jahan let go of his being and shouted out in his cruel ecstasy, releasing his seed into Sahara's womb. She panicked and screamed as she felt the hotness of his semen running through the walls of her vagina.

Sahara's toes curled and her thighs and pelvis tightened around Jahan. She could feel heat and sensations running through her womb and belly. Still, she refused to give Jahan the satisfaction of giving her a first orgasm. She gritted her teeth as Jahan pulled out of her, dripping his seed on her thighs and calves. This is not going to end like this, she thought.

Jahan flipped Sahara on her back and looked into her spiteful dark eyes as they shot from her pretty olive face. She shifted to her knees on the floor as Jahan, with a bit of self-assurance, fed his fading erection in her pink lips.

Sahara teased Jahan for a few seconds, swirling her tongue underneath his shaft as she inched his penis into her mouth. As Jahan was letting down his guard, she clamped down with her teeth.

Jahan's scream nearly reached the heavens as Sahara bit off the end of his penis and pit it's bloody stump onto the ground. As Jahan writhed in pain on the floor, curling into the fetal position, Sahara got up on her legs as kicked wherever her feet would lie: in Jahan's stomach, his head, his ass. Eventually, Jahan stopped moving as repeated kicks to the head rendered him unconscious.

Sahara gasped for breath as she found Jahan's knife and cut herself and Tarik free. The two rushed back to her house to clean up and take the morning after pill. Sahara's parents made sure to drop off Jahan at an emergency room in a neighboring town so as to elude the authorities.

Jahan suffered amnesia from the even, blocking out his memory through a combination of brain damage and humiliation.

Sahara did go on to Islamabad after a time healing with Tarik and her family. She kept in touch with Tarik over the course of their college years and eventually they got a civil wedding. Her parents help out in caring for their children as Sahara works with Amnesty International in her native country.