9am

9amPart 3 of the series - follows on from "6am" and "7am" - again heavily censored for here. For fully unabridged story see our website please.Glorious sunny day - Husband and eldest daughter at work at the Hotel and youngest daughter in school for the day so time for me finally.After a swim in our pool, an hour laying out naked in the sun I deceided to go into the market (the Souke) for some provisions and maybe a Hamam ... who know what I had in mind ??I choose a red and black Kaftan as it is super loose fitting and a pair of strappy stilletto shoes - nothing else underneath apart from the gold butt plug that had been inserted late last night by husband.I brushed my long black hair back into a bun and adjusted my hijab so not only did it cover my hair but also a small mark on my neck - my husband had been a rough man a few nights before and the whip had marked my neck a little.Should I drive or walk??? I chose the walk option as I remebered I needed to go to the bank and parking would be horrendous - walking in Marrakech is always quicker and on a good day the Souke was only 10 minutes away from home on foot.Checking myself in the mirror I walked out of the front door, across our front garden and stopped at the security hut to tell our guard I would be no more than 2 hours and had my emergency GPS tracker in my bag. He nodded and said he would track me in town - I knew that was a lie as he would be fucking our young housekeeper while I was gone .... but at least he had 2 hours to do what he wanted.First stop was the Pharmacy across the road where I picked up some things we use plus my cancer tablets that get shipped from the UK, then onto the Bank on the corner of the main square.Fortunatley I was not hassled by the touts selling watches, mobile phones or d**gs - I sort of blend in with the locals now.The bank was empty so I made the transactions I needed, sent some money to my mum back in the UK and checked our joint accounts - phew we still had money lolCoffee - I needed coffee so I walked back up to my favourite street cafe, sitting outside I watched the world go buy, the tourists from around the world all being hassled and the locals all being locals. I smiled as 4 years ago I was just turning from a tourist into a local and now the wife of one of the son of one of the most powerful families in Morocco.2 young local lads in adjacent chairs were giving me big eyes ..... but i averted my gaze away from them like a good Muslim married women would.I felt the chair behind me knock into mine and I turned round annoyed."Pardon", the man said gruffly as he stood up.I watched as he walked to opposite side of the piazza, the turned and looked at me directly, while speaking on his phone. I sort of recognised him but could not place him - maybe from the Pearl or a friend of my husbands??Paying my bill for the coffee I wandered down the piazza back to the main square, stopping at a few shops to see what trash the tourists would be buying today - knock off Iphones for less that 20 UK pounds ... and people buy them.As I looked in one shop window I spotted the man again, this time he had another man with him and they were following me as each time i stopped so did they. They were about 50m away. I felt in my bag for my emergency GPS tracker - it wasnt there .... nor was my mobile phone!I looked back at the men - one of them was throwing things in a rubbish bin .... my phone and tracker perhaps?I should have doubled back and walked home but Karen knows best.I headed across the main square towards the west entrance to the Souk - then went round the inner stalls until I was basically walking in a circle just inside the Souk.After a few minutes of walking I arrived at our friends spice shop and he was outside - I explained my predicamant and he took me upstairs to his storeroom while he said he would call my husband on his mobile.I could hear him speaking on the phone and a few minutes later he came upstairs and told me that there was no reply from my home or my husband but he had some friends coming over who would look after me and get me home.I sat on a sack of spices - loving the smells then i heard a scuffle downstairs and then quiet.Suddenly the two men were in the room with me - laughing in my face. One held my GPS tacker - smashed to pieces and the other showed me nude pictures of me taken from a website years ago on his phone ...The first man slapped me hard across my face and ripped off my hibab, then ripped my kaftan off my shoulder, exposing my braless breasts.The second man forced me to my knees, unzipped his jeans and dropped them and his pants - his erection big in my face - i knew what he wanted and there was no way i would be allowed not to do it.He was big, thick and sprouted a mass of curly hairs - he also tasted of stale piss, stale cum and other womens cunt juices - I doubt he had washed for daysHe forced me to suck him, holding my head tight against him, making me gag as he was right down my throat.All of a sudden he stopped moving my head and I tasted the first drops of his piss hitting the back of my throat. I was forced to drink it else I would have vomitted.As soon as the pissing was stopped he furiously face fucked me - with his piss and my saliva dripping from my mouth and nose onto my exposed breasts.The other man was using the tram line wealt marks on my back like landing strips - running his finger nails deep into them.He also pulled on my nipples - really hurting them .... I could not scream as the 2nd guys cock was deep in my mouth - I tasted his precum and knew he was close.Reaching up i gently stroked his ball sack - teasing him and i heard him moan as i did it - the other guy had unzipped and his cock was running through the saliva on my face.I began to stroke his ball sack - gently teasing him too.The guy in my mouth suddenly orgasmed and as he did so I twisted his ball sack in my hand - sqeezing both balls together and turning them at 360 degrees at the same time - he screamed in total agony.The other guy got the same action - squeeze and twist - at the same time i got to me feet and left knee came up and landed right under his ball sack - he squealed like a pig as he doubled up on the floor. I still held onto the guys by his twisted ball sack - he tried to lash out with his fists but i just twisted more. The guy on the floor tried to get up but i kicked him again, this time with the heel of my stilletos - this hit deep and in the soft flesh just above his penis - making a mark that would last a few days. The 2nd kick was better aimed and forced his balls backwards, the sack was ripped. I kept the kicking up until he lay still on the floor - then i turned my attention to the first man - I wasnt going to get away so lightly.I dragged him around the room by has twisted ball sack - he was wimpering and saying he would kill me - I spat in his face then had an idea - a quick search of his clothes I found his knife - i soon found a sack of hot chilli powder.Forcing him to the ground I poured chilli powder over his face, especially into his eyes and nose. Then I poured the rest of the sack over his cock and balls. I let go of his balls and began to rub the chilli powder into his penis - he was now in agony... i hadnt finished yet.I made a gag from the chilli powder sack and stuffed it in his mouth, then tied his arms together with the remainder of the sack bag.Finally I covered his head witha spare bag I found - he was laying still - passed out.I then rolled him over and poured some other chilli powder and curry powder between his ass cheeks, using a wooden spoon pouring it in then pushing it in as deep as i could.I kicked the prostrate body hard between his legs - and i mean hard - he gasped and then screamed.Picking up my handbag I found my lipstick I wrote "You 0 Us 1" on his back - then traced the knife along the lipstick - marking his back deep enough to scar.The other guy was still out cold - so i tied him up and poured the remainder of the 2nd bag of hot chilli powder over him - He coughed and tried to move but he couldnt - he spoke in Arabic - I knew what he was saying but i didnt care - this was going to end and end my way.As a parting gesture i straddled him - lifted my kaftan and pissed all over him - my piss miixing with the chilli powder.Once I finished I used my lipstick again - this time the "1" was crossed out and a "2" replaced it.Managing to repair my kaftan enough so i was decent I walked downstairs and removed the dvd from the security system - they should have known it was there ... my friend was ok - badly bruised - i told him to call the police in an hour or so - 15 minutes later I was home, the security guard hoping I had had a good day shopping.I called my husband and explained the situation, he arranged for added security straight away and once the video had been uploaded to a secure offshore server - he posted it to Him - saying that if his wife could do this to two of his best men then either he gives up and leaves us alone, or carry on and expect the consequences.By 11am my husband had a response - there would be a truce.My husband laughed - there would be no truce as He still had to be dealt with.(Watch out for the next installment - these are heavily censored for this site - www.xusyou.com for the full versions)