The al-Nusri Case
Copyright © 2026, Dave Potter
Hotel Restaurant, Radisson Blu, Riyadh
“Your Honour, so good of you to come. What would you like to drink?”
“No problem, Detective, it is always a pleasure. Just tea thanks, plenty of sugar.”
“Anyway, please sit down. I have something important to discuss.”
“Yes, you stated as much in your email. About the al-Nusri case. I must admit, I was surprised when that landed on my desk.”
“It was I that insisted the case be given to you.”
“But why? As you know, I normally deal with financial crimes. Murder is not my forte.”
“All shall become clear, Your Honour, ahhh, here is the tea. Yes boy, just lay it down there and we shall begin.”
“So, Your Honour, the al-Nusri case. A sad state of affairs if ever there was. Let me give you an outline of some of the details…”
“I have read the file, I am acquainted…”
“Please, please, indulge me. There are things that I am about to mention that are not included in the file. As I said before, all shall become clear.”
“Go on then.”
“Well, Ahmed al-Nusri, respected businessman and pillar of the community. His wife dies of cancer tragically five years ago and as is quite normal, he decides to remarry, a younger woman to give him some comfort in his middle years. That much is normal, but it starts to become unusual when he decides to marry two girls at the same time. Again, not too strange, since polygamy is common in our society, particularly amongst men of his class. However, it gets stranger when he picks two girls from poorer backgrounds, not noted for their prettiness or education, but because they are sisters and, what is more, identical twins.”
“Yes, I did think that was strange. Indeed, I checked with an imam over the legality of it but he assured me it was all above board.”
“Indeed, it was. Our pillar of the community has not broken the law or, at least, not yet. However, these new marriages yet more curious. The ceremonies are conducted on the same day with just him and the girls’ father, and then there is a joint party with both girls wearing identical dresses and fully veiled. He has asked to see neither of them before the wedding nor on the wedding day. He weds them with a humble celebration as befits their origins and then declares that, unlike his late wife, his new wives shall be adopting a strict purdah lifestyle. Again, not unusual in society as a whole, but why the change? After all, al-Nusri was not a man noted for his regular masjid attendance and any particular piety.
“Whatever the case, he takes them to his house after the celebrations and then orders his maids to prepare them for their wedding night. The innocent girls, both virgins aged nineteen, are expected to be stripped to their underwear and then led to their new spouse at separate times. But no! Instead, the maids give them a strange costume to wear. It is a full suit of white latex, completely smooth and, over the face, only with tiny holes at the nostrils and an opening at the mouth for breathing. It clings to their figures and was, I am told, extremely hot and tight, causing some distressed to the confused girls. But then, their distress intensified, for their arms were forced behind them in a white leather glove that kept them as one palm to palm, as if a single limb. This was laced tightly, causing them to cry with some distress as, according to Fatima, their elbows were almost touching. Perhaps in response to this, large ball gags were fitted into their mouths and strapped tightly behind their heads and then, for some inexplicable reason, boots were fitted onto their feet, also in white leather, that reached up until their thighs and held their feet en pointe like ballet dancers. This dressed, as two anonymous white, virginial droids almost, helpless, barely able to stand because of their boots and without the use of their arms – which by this time had gone numb due to the restraints – they were led to their new husband. Once in the bedroom, I am told that he spent an inordinate amount of time caressing their latex-covered buttocks and breasts, stroking their shiny white heads and declaring how pleased he was with his “purchases”, before then posing them for a photograph with him in the centre – we know this to be true because, although the girls were blinded at the time by their costumes, the picture was later framed and hung on the bedroom wall as a wedding memento – before finally lying them on the bed and taking their virginities whilst they lay suffering in dark silence.”
“Detective, that is a remarkable tale and, you are right, it was not included in the file, but that is for good reason. I feel uncomfortable just listening to such things. What a man does to his wives in the privacy of their bedroom is his business and his alone. Now, I must admit that some of his tastes were a little, how can I put it… strange, but this has no bearing upon the case at all, so why are you telling me such things?”
“Ahh, but Your Honour, it does. It has every bearing in fact. But pray, let me continue and all shall become clear. I have witnessed your discomfort myself, you look uneasy, and it is understandable, but imagine how much more the discomfort of those two poor women was?”
“Well, yes, of course, but really, I…”
“I shall continue. So, he took his wives on their wedding night and after he had used them, he fell asleep, one trussed-up latex doll on either side of him. In the morning, when he awoke, the experience was repeated. They then expected to be freed from their trammellings and to start their new lives as pious wives of this somewhat eccentric new husband. However, to their dismay and astonishment, they were not divested of their suits but, instead, had abayahs, niqabs and khimars fitted over the top and then led out to the car, unsteady in their blindness, boots, and restrained arms, seated within and then driven somewhere.
“That somewhere turned out to be a hospital. Not that the girls knew this at the time; they were told nothing. Instead, they found themselves being divested of their outer coverings and then lain on bed. After this, something was injected into their arms and within seconds all went black.”
“He drugged them?”
“So, it seems. How long they were out, neither girl could say, but it must have been some time because when they were awoke, they were out of their latex sheets, cleaned, and lying in two hospital beds. That, however, was not all, for when they fully came round, they discovered, to their abject horror, that, during their confinement, they had been altered in ways which were not to their liking.”
“Altered?”
“Yes, in numerous ways, Your Honour. Their lips had been enlarged considerably by means of a series of injections so that they had swelled to a considerable size, like two sausages almost affixed to their face. Furthermore, their breasts had also undergone augmentation and their previously humble bosoms were now large and taut, dominating their chests.”
“So, a man pays for plastic surgery to enhance his wives’ appearances. I cannot see what is the…”
“Pray, let me continue, Your Honour. There is more. Much more. Aside from the lips, further changes had been made with their heads. Their waist-length hair had been shaved off and tight white leather hoods fitted over the head and padlocked on the neck so that they were irremovable unless he decided that they should be. These hoods contained pinholes for the eyes which were covered by pink tinted hearts with a mirrored surface so that nothing of the girl beneath could be seen. There were tiny holes at the nostrils too, but the hole at the mouth was large and through it their awesome new lips protruded. Their individual human identities had been erased and replaced by two large pairs of inviting lips and shiny pink hearts instead of eyes.
“Further down below, their womanly parts had been refashioned so that they were identical to one another whilst all birth marks had been lasered away so one could not tell which girl was which. They were like carbon copies of one another.
“Their nipples and clitorises had been pierced and adorned with golden rings and bells, but none of this was anything compared to what he had done with their arms. For these no longer existed! Yes, he had had them amputated completely and then, where the shoulders were, golden disks adorned each girl.”
“He chopped off their arms?!”
“Indeed so.”
“But why… and are you sure? I mean, I read in the file that they were missing limbs but that this had been the result of an accident. Indeed, it was seen as an act of kindness that al-Nusri had agreed to marry the two cripples and care for them. This tale you tell is simply too far-fetched, it defies belief!”
“I have proof, Your Honour, from the surgeon that performed the operations.”
“You know the surgeon?! He must be struck off, such acts are evil, they…”
“Do not fear, the surgeon will be appearing in the courts too. However, back to our two abused maidens. Naturally, when they were shown their new selves, they were horrified and screamed out in despair. But when they screamed, no sound came out. He had also had their vocal cords cut. They were now silent as well as helpless. Two identical sex dolls for him to play with.”
“Abominable!”
“Indeed, Your Honour, I could not agree more. But that was that. They were dressed in their pious coverings again and led out of the hospital and back to their home, no one save for the surgeon, maid and al-Nusri being aware of their conditions under the layers. To any passer-by it would seem like a pious man with his two purdah-living wives.
“Pious though, is not a word that I would use to describe al-Nusri. Evil is a better one. The lives that those two innocent girls were forced to lead at his hands was nothing short of torture. He would keep them naked in the house for him to play with. Every night one would sleep with him whilst the other was forced to watch. The golden disks on their shoulder had a fitting in the centre. Into these rings, or hooks could be screwed. In the day he might amuse himself by draping golden chains from their shoulder hooks to their nipple, nose, or clit rings so that they were constantly stimulated whenever they moved. At night, the hooks were changed for rings, and these were attached to thick golden chains descending from the ceiling, so that the girl would be forced to stand all night and watch her twin sister get used by their husband. And of course, in their love caverns he might but toys which stimulated them at irregular intervals. The effects on their well-being can only be imagined.
“And such was their lives. In the morning they would be forced to exercise for several hours under the watchful eye of the sadistic maid, and then one or the other might be brought before him and suspended from the ceiling chains so he could watch her and be entertained as he worked. He literally treated them as one might a pet dog. Indeed, one of his rituals was to take the one he was going to use that night out for a walk. People would see him walking through the mall with his covered wife and think what a pious family they were, no one ever realising that no prayers were ever said in that house.
“And so, it continued until the night of his death, his birthday as it happened. Al-Nusri had decided to award himself a birthday treat and have both wives in his bed at once for the first time ever. His fantasy proved to be his undoing. His sexual tastes were many and varied and one of them involved having his wife smother his face with her naked bottom as a form of foreplay. So, it was on the night of his death. He ordered Fatima to sit on his face as it were whilst Aisha was ordered to mount his cock. And very pleasurable I am sure it was for a time, but al-Nusri had grown careless in his debauchery. In his quest to maintain the two female bodies for his pleasure, the girls had grown strong and athletic whilst he was obese and unhealthy. Having one girl sitting on your face is no danger. She has no arms and so can be pushed or kicked off with ease. So it was that when Fatima sat on him, he enjoyed it for a while and then ordered her to move. She did not budge. Struggling for breath, he tried to push her off, but her strong legs pinned down his arms. He then tried kicking, but Aisha was holding his lower body down with her own. Two athletic young women against one flabby old man was only ever going to end one way. The doctor estimates that it took them a good five to ten minutes to smother him to death. Indeed, it seems that they may have tried to prolong his agony for their own pleasure.”
“Which is as the file says. That Fatima murdered him, and Aisha assisted, therefore both are guilty.”
“Indeed, they are, Your Honour, an open and shut case you might say. Both will plead guilty, and the penalty is death.”
“Unless the judge decides that the murderers were not in their right mind. At which point they get off. But these two girls, despite their undeniable suffering, are not deemed to be mad. Indeed, the prosecution is pushing for a definite financial motive since they are set to inherit his estate. To me, that is clear, I am afraid to say. If you are appealing for clemency, I am sorry, detective, but I truly cannot help, I…”
“Let me tell you about what has happened since that fateful day, Your Honour. The women were taken into police custody, and I have taken a special interest in their welfare. In their armless state, they need constant support, so both sisters have been living with me. Their hoods have been removed and their hair is starting to grow again. They have also had surgery performed to restore their voices. As you know, I am unmarried and so, to maintain decency, I have wed them both. Please, let me show you this picture of me with my two new wives.”
“Hmm… they are actually rather pretty and certainly look happier here that in the file pictures.”
“Yes, they are. Fatima is starting college next month and Aisha wishes to become a mother. One might almost say it is a happy ending.”
“Well, except for the case and, yes, I see now why you wished for this chat, but honestly, detective, the law is the law and…”
“I have not finished Your Honour. What intrigued me about all this was that al-Nusri clearly did not act alone. There was the surgeon who performed the operations, but how did al-Musri know about him? So, we checked out his computer, I got the tech guys to work at it night and day and what we uncovered was a whole spider’s web of corruption.”
“You did?”
“Oh yes, Your Honour, we did. Al-Nusri was merely one member of an underground movement of kinksters with a passion for armless women. They meet on servers online and the operations performed on poor Aisha and Fatima were far from the only ones. Indeed, the surgeon himself loved to “improve” his own womenfolk. This photograph here is his wife.”
“Ya Allah! She has no arms and legs at all! She is like a…”
“Like a pillow, Your Honour. That is what quadruples amputees are called in that community. Pillow girls. She exists to be his pillow. Or she did. He is now in gaol.”
“And rightly so!”
“And this is his daughter.”
“Ya Allah! He did the same to his own daughter! It is evil!”
“Abida is eighteen. He was marrying her off to another of the society. And that evil man demanded the same modifications.”
The judge looked uneasy.
“I know the name of that man, Your Honour. And I believe that you do too.”
“Detective, this cannot get out! I would be ruined! My reputation! I…”
“Oh, Your Honour, I have no intention of it getting out. Why do you think I paid a special interest in this case. Do you think that it is only you who enjoys the stories of Cafterhomme, Slothargy and Coatnoise. I too have been a devotee of the armless female for many years, although I never thought that I would have the money to have one of my own. Now though, I have two and they love me dearly for rescuing them. My armless wives are guilt-free. And I don’t wish to lose them.”
“What are you saying?”
“I am taking the surgeon down, but you may marry Abida al-Shams before I do. You get your pillow girl, but you promise to look after her and care for her. I will be checking. None of the abuse that al-Nusri was into. She becomes your queen. We cannot undo what you ordered for her, but we can ensure that her suffering ends here. What is more, when her father is sentenced to death, you can even take in the mother. Two for the price of one. But it ends there. What do you say?”
The judge looked mournful. “Do I have a choice?”
“Of course. I get my men to arrest you for what you ordered done to Abida. You won’t get death, but your reputation will be mud. Emigration is probably the best option but news travels… I will ensure it does. Of course, there is always a bullet to the brain, you have that Colt in your top drawer, trust me, I ordered my men to leave it there when they searched your house this morning. So yeah, there’s a choice. Play with your pillow or play with Shaitan.”
The judge did not reply but Detective al-Khalili knew the answer. He downed the remnants of his tea, smiled, got up and walked out, eager to get home to help Aisha achieve her dream of motherhood.
29/12/2023