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For decades, the cycle of violence continued in the Middle East.  A terrorist would be killed by a drone, his sons would be left fatherless, on reaching adulthood they would take up arms before being killed by a drone, leaving their sons to do the same.  And so the cycle would continue.

Until the United States decided to break it.

Aliah got off the airplane in Newark with her mother, two sisters, and three younger brothers.  One week ago, they had been living in a remote Afghan village when their father, a local Taliban commander, was killed by an American drone strike.  Her younger brothers had vowed revenge against the infidels, but they were still young, and the next day a car full of Afghan police officers arrived at their house.

Aliah’s mother was dragged out behind their hut and fucked by every man there.  The police had wanted to do the same to Aliah and her sisters, but her mother convinced them not to.  They were then stuffed in a truck and driven for hours.  Aliah feared they would be killed by the CIA, but instead they were dropped off at a large building near an airport where a friendly-looking Arab woman greeted them.  She wore a tigh-fitting business suite, which revealed ample cleavage.  Aliah was shocked by her lack of veil, high heels, and the obvious collar she wore around her neck.

“Welcome, welcome, please come in” she said.  “Sit down, have something hot to drink.”

They were soon joined by dozens of other Afghan families.  Talking to them, Aliah found that they were all family members of dead Taliban fighters.  They ranged from a young bride (now widow) with stunning green eyes, to an old man, his wife, and seven marriage-aged daughters (all there for a crime committed by their older brother).  Finally, when the hall had been filled with hundreds of people, the friendly-looking women stood up on a podium and asked for silence.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re all here today?  Well, for decades now, America has been bombing Afghanistan, while we Afghans have been fighting back.  This must end, and a new project is underway aimed at breaking the cycle of violence. From this moment forward, America will take seriously it’s duties to the families of dead fighters.

In a few minutes, you will all board planes to America!  There, you will be put into the care of the American soldiers responsible for killing your loved ones.  They will be responsible for feeding you, sheltering you, raising you and, once you are old enough, ‘bringing together’ our peoples.  And yes” she winked, “I do mean that in the biblical sense”.

Aliah’s mother gripped her close.

The woman continued. “I know you probably are feeling a bit scared right now.  Don’t be. I can promise you, from personal experience, that this will be the best thing that ever happens to you.  You see, two years ago this was me.”

She brought up a slide show on the wall behind her, showing an old, bearded, angry-looking Taliban fighter, surrounded by three women in full burkas.

“That’s me on the left there.  My father married me off to this man at an early age.  He beat me, made me wear a stifling blanket over my head, and did the same to our daughter!  I shared him with two other wives, but he never had time for any of us (he preferred boys).  Two years ago, he was killed in a drone strike, and we were all picked up and sent to America.  We lived with the colonel who ordered his assassination and look at is now!”

She flipped the slide. Now it showed her and two other brown MILFs wearing skimpy dresses, following behind a svelte American soldier and his wife.  Behind them followed what must be their four teenaged daughters, wearing what could only be described as slutty clubwear.  She then flipped the photo again, showing a picture of herself topless, in the bedroom of her new master.

“I have no doubt that you will love it in America!  We women get to wear what we want and can walk around in broad daylight with out men. Plus, American men know how to please a woman.  They know about her beauty bud, how to lick her pussy lips, how to fill every part of her…” The woman shuddered before continuing.

“For all the young men here, as part of this cultural integration plan, you will need to be ‘fixed’. The point is to ensure that the next generation is all mixed race, and as for why you won’t be given white women? Well, you aren’t the ones with the Predator Drones.”  The woman winked and smiled.

“If you will all go down that hallway, you’ll receive a medical check before boarding the airplanes.  I’d like to thank you all for participating in this bold experiment to break the cycle of violence.  Allah bless America!”

The plane ride terrified Aliah, but the prospect of meeting her new, white, “caretaker” worried her even more.  The thought of serving the man who killed her father disgusted her.  Still, she found herself adjusting her hair repeatedly on the flight over, trying to make sure she looked her best.  When she finally landed in Newark, she, her mother, and five siblings were met by a young American man who looked to be in his early 20s. With him was a white woman who must have been his girlfriend.  The woman looked at them apprehensively, as if sizing them up, but after a few seconds she calmed down and started to smirk.  As if she didn’t consider them a threat!  Aliah bristled.

The man she would be serving was hardly rippling with muscles.  He introduced himself as Jeb, a Drone pilot.  He spent most of his time dropping bombs from a couch somewhere. Still, his training gave him a good figure, and his tight shirt made Aliah squeeze her thighs together.  Jeb spared Aliah a quick glance before loading her family into her pickup truck.  As they drove through New York, Aliah saw a lot of girls that looked like her walking the streets.

“As you can see, a lot of girls like you have taken an active role in growing the economy” Jeb explained.  “I won’t have you do that, but I may send your mother out to work on some occasions. You’re the first family I’ve adopted so I’m not sure yet how much your upkeep will cost.  Wait, honey, pull over!”

They pulled up next to a woman wearing a face scarf and practically nothing else.  She immediately bounced over to the car window and pulled off her top, revealing a wonderful pair of tits.

“Hey honey!  Anything I can do for you?”

The white man turned back to Aliah and her family.  “These little sluts back here are new.  They don’t know what it means to serve a white man.  I want you to show them.”

The girl gave Aliah and her mom a knowing look, before turning back to their master.  She quickly pulled off her panties and knelt beside the car.

“May this brown cunt please taste your powerful white cock?”

“Sure, slave.  Suck it.”

“Yes Master.”

She dove onto his throbbing dick, bobbing up and down with abandon.  Soon he was loudly moaning.  Aliah tried to look away, but her mother stopped her.

“Like it or not, my sweet child, we are now owned by this man.  If we don’t learn how to please him, we could end up on the streets.  So pay attention!”

Aliah watched.  And learned.

That night Jeb enjoyed Aliah’s mother.  Aliah herself was tied up outside the beadroom, able to listen to the sounds they made, but unable to see anything.  Her high heels made it almost impossible to balance, and Aliah swayed on her feet, as her mother’s moans grew louder and louder.  The vibrating dildo stuffed in her tight cunt didn’t help things either.

Finally, her mother came to a final shattering orgasm, and fell silent.  A few minutes later she came out and untied Aliah, her skin glowing from the pleasure and exertion.

“My dearest, I’ve spoken with our Master, and he has such wonderful plans for us.  Tomorrow I will start working at a high-class escort service, to bring in money to support you.  Can you believe it?  I have a Job!!! “

Her mother had always wished she could have a career, but her husband had stopped her.  Aliah felt happy for her.

“As for you dear, he was thinking of sending you there with me, but I convinced him to train you as a house puppy instead.  You will have to crawl around on all fours, and serve him playfully and happily, but I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that?  I saw the way you look at him.  Do you think you can do that, darling?”

Aliah thought about it. From this moment on, her life would be changed forever.  She knew that women in America were supposed to be treated better than this.  Still, even this was far better than being locked away in a mud hut in Afghanistan.  She decided she would make the best of things,and see where this life took her.

“Yes mommy.  I’ll do my best.”

Her mother beamed and kissed her.  “I know you will darling.  Now, let’s go introduce you to your master.  He’s been dying to enjoy your virgin holes.”

Aliah stopped and paled. Virgin holes?

sexy!