All her life, Adrienne had been catered to, and she had loved it. First, her parents had catered to her, Mr. and Mrs. Terrence Charman-the last name pronounced like the famous bathroom tissue-and, as she had grown up, various boys had catered to her whims. Not that Adrienne wasn't a beautiful girl. She was, in fact, exceedingly beautiful, and she knew it. Not only that, but she was intelligent, too. Her college average had been three-point seven, and she had been graduated magna-cum-laude from her university, a university where she had completed four years of work in three. Then she had gone to law school for another three years, and by the time she had been graduated from law school, she was already being offered a top job with one of the finest law firms in all of New York City.
Adrienne accepted attention from everyone as her due. Not that it detracted from her work. On the contrary, she was an excellent worker. In fact, she proved, in six short months, to be such an asset to the law firm of Bennett and Bennett, that she was given an office of her own with her own private secretary. Bennett and Bennett was one of those law firms that advertised all over TV, and as a result had offices from coast-to-coast, and Adrienne was put in charge of East Coast international claims.
Her law work consisted basically of sorting out the viable claims of U.S. citizens against foreign citizens one was able to sue in this country. Her work occupied so much of her time, she went out only occasionally, and when she did, all she gave her date was her company and a small good-night peck of a kiss.
At the age of twenty-three, Adrienne Charman was still a virgin. She was a virgin not because she was afraid of sex, though she had never indulged in foreplay, much less anything of a greater magnitude. She hadn't indulged simply because she hadn't found what she termed a man worthy enough.
Every morning she would get out of bed, a huge king-sized bed in the penthouse apartment she now occupied, and totally nude, she would admire her face and figure in the full-length mirror making up the entire wall that was her walk-in closet.
What she saw was a pert face with short, curly brown hair ringing it, making her think of herself as one of the perennial virgins on a famous TV show about two girls who felt it unlady-like to give of themselves. She had a round face with full, rosy cheeks in spite of the fact that there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Her nose was small, almost a pug nose, but not quite, and her large amber eyes would have looked just as innocent even without the judicious use of eyebrow pencil and eyeliner. Her mouth looked like a small valentine, and though her lips had lightly kissed many boys, she had kissed no one passionately. Her chin was short, but not too short. Her neck was the one feature about herself she didn't like. She felt her neck wasn't swan-like and long enough. She had small shoulders and so it was surprising they supported a full pair of breasts so well. Most girls with breasts as large as Adrienne's had them hanging before they were out of their teens. Not Adrienne Charman. Proper muscle exercises had kept her fit, and her flesh was not only perfectly toned, but her pectoral muscles were so well-developed, that even if she had stopped exercising then and there, her breasts would never fall. Each was a perfectly round half-moon with a pinkish-brown halo, not outside, but inside making up what she felt was a perfect areola which in turn circled an equally perfect pinkish-brown nipple that remained flat and large against the mound of her breast.
Her waist was pinched in and taut, with not so much as an ounce of excess flesh, accentuating the fact that her hipbones were perfect and her haunches were superbly shaped. Her belly was flat, and the little fluff of hair covering her mons was like a brown powder-puff that really hid nothing of the rich pinkness beneath.
Her thighs were straight, smooth, and solid, and she had calves that swelled to just the right proportions. One day, when she met a man she felt to be as perfect as she was a perfect woman, she would give herself to him, totally and completely. Until then, as far as she was concerned, all the inferior men had the right to look, but not to touch.
But Adrienne Charman's self-enforced celibacy was about to end. What was more, it was about to end in a manner she would initially detest.
CHAPTER TWO
Adrienne had stipulated from the start that she didn't want any international assignments. Her work in New York City was enough, and on top of that, various individuals from other countries who had come to New York and who had found themselves embroiled in legal arguments, more-often-than-not lost, especially when Adrienne was the attorney for their opponents. As a result, Adrienne felt that well-known and well-to-do international figures would love to wreak vengeance on her if they trapped her on their home ground.
One such individual was Isak Ibn Musa, the oil-rich sheik from Saudi Arabia who had purchased an entire Park Avenue building when he had initially been denied a lease in the building. He had bitterly contested in court that he had the right to rent an apartment in whatever building he wished as long as he was able to afford it. However Adrienne, as the attorney for the then-owner of the building, had pointed out that the sheik didn't indulge in monogamy, and as a result, would be setting a poor example for other people living in the building. It was her contention that anyone who didn't obey all the laws of the land had no right to live in said land, no matter how much money he had.
When Ibn Musa purchased the building for ten times its value, Adrienne had attempted to stop his takeover, and within a year the case would be brought before the Supreme Court for final argument. She insisted that excess money gave no one the right to flout the law, and since monogamy was the law, Ibn Musa must either give up his ownership of the building, or send two of his three wives back to Saudi Arabia.
For the moment, the case remained pending, and Adrienne put it out of her mind. She had other things to do.
That Monday morning, she dressed in a chic purple suit of tufted velvet with a white collar as if to show she was the royalty of law. Over it, she carelessly slung her black-dyed ranch mink as she pushed her slender feet into purple pumps and left her apartment, little knowing she was never to see it again.
She walked to the elevator, then rode it down to the huge lobby, and once there, stepped out into the frisky April air. Park Avenue was humming with traffic, even at this hour of the morning, and she checked her gold watch. A cab would get her to the office in plenty of time to have a quick breakfast before going over the new legal briefs that had been left lying on her desk.
She failed to notice the cab at the corner that had been sitting idly by, ignoring others who had attempted to hail it. The OFF-DUTY sign was lit up until Adrienne emerged from her building, and then the sign went off as she waved for a cab. The yellow Checker moved swiftly, cutting off two other cabs about to move in. The driver ignored the curses of the other cabbies as Adrienne got in and gave the address of her office building. .
She sat back and smiled as the cab started up again, and it wasn't until fifteen minutes had passed that she realized the cabbie had been aimlessly cruising in circles. Well this was nonsense she had no intention of putting up with, and she would let the driver know as much, as well as let him know she had no intention of paying him. She tapped on the bulletproof window between the front and back seat but the driver ignored her. Suddenly she was feeling sleepy, very sleepy, and her head nodded and she fell against the seatback, out cold.
When she opened her eyes, Adrienne was unable to believe what she saw. It looked as if she were in some kind of Middle East bagnio, and for a moment she was afraid she had been swept off to Saudi Arabia. She lay on a soft bed of down covered with silk, blue silk to match the gauze curtains surrounding the bed and the colors of the walls.
Her ears picked up sounds of giggling, and she lifted her head and saw she was indeed in what looked like a harem. The large scented pool of filtered warm water in the center of the room was empty at the moment, and the giggles came from the other side of the room. There, more than a dozen females congregated wearing the traditional pantaloons and short vest that barely covered their breasts.
A large fat man stood at what was obviously the doorway to the room, and Adrienne realized to her horror he was a eunuch. He wore a turban and was bare-armed, displaying the rolls of fat covering him.
He even wore the traditional slippers with the turned-up toes.
This was a nightmare. It just wasn't happening.
"So you're awake," a female voice said to her.
Turning, she found herself facing a slender dark-blonde girl who was probably three or four years younger than herself. The girl wasn't really pretty, but for that matter she wasn't ugly, either. Her blonde hair was straight and long and fell almost to her waist. She had hazel eyes, a long face, and a pert mouth. What marred her good looks was her nose, which was a little long and very straight.
Her body was slender, and in the harem clothes she was wearing it was obvious that she, like Adrienne, was amply endowed. Her vest and see-through pantaloons were pink, and Adrienne gasped as she realized she was able to see every intimate part of the girl, including her hairless vagina. At first she thought the hairs had been shaved, but she would shortly learn otherwise.
"Who're you?" Adrienne asked.
"Well that's a different question, anyway," the blonde smirked. "Usually the first question is 'where am I?' I'm Peggy, Peggy Carnoba."
"Carnoba? That's an Italian name."
"Yup. My pop was, and probably still is, of Italian descent."
"What are you doing in a place like this?" Adrienne asked.
"Same as you," Peggy shrugged. "I was kidnapped. Apparently there's something about me that caught the sheik's eye."
"Sheik?"
"Isak Ibn Musa."
"That bastard?" Adrienne gasped.
"Careful," Peggy warned. "You're in his seraglio at present, and the 'light of Allah' as he calls himself, doesn't like to hear himself verbally abused."
"How dare he!" Adrienne gasped. "When I get out of here, I'll file a warrant for his arrest. Wealth is no excuse for a man acting like a white slaver."
"When you get out of here?" Peggy smiled.
"What's so funny?" Adrienne asked.
"Well I've been part of the sheik's harem for five years, now," Peggy told him. "As long as I obey him and do as he says, I'm allowed out now and again, with a heavy bodyguard when I do my shopping, but for the most part, this is where we spend all our time."
"We?" Adrienne asked, stunned.
"Me, the sheik's two other wives, and about ten concubines," Peggy smilingly answered. "We used to live on a large estate on Long Island before this, but ever since he took over this apartment building on Park Avenue, he had it converted into living quarters as he prefers them. At least, he's had the four top floors converted. The other floors belong to the tenants. Their rent has been drastically lowered so that they don't complain about anything they might hear or see."
"My God!" Peggy gasped. "Are you telling me we're in the middle of Park Avenue?"
"Sure," Peggy nodded. "Just look out the window over there and you'll see."
Window. Yes, if she was able to get to a window Adrienne was certain she would be able to either open it or break it and throw something out that might catch the attention of a passerby below. If whoever it was realized something was wrong, he might call the police and she would have Ibn Musa in jail where he belonged. He wouldn't be able to buy his way out of this situation, even if it meant some kind of international incident. In fact, the U.S. government might not only use this as an excuse to prevent him from continuing his ownership of any land in the United States, but might just as easily insist on confiscatiang his oil holdings in the Middle East.
Her legal mind was turning over countless possibilities as she rose from the bed, her head all dizzy. Somehow she made it to the window, but it wasn't a conventional double-hung window. It was a wide pane of inch-thick, bullet-proof glass, and as she stared through it, she realized she was able to see the exterior of the building where she lived, only a block away. One look at the glass told her it was unbreakable, and she wasn't going to look like some kind of fool making an attempt to open it.
"How did you get here?" she asked, turning to face Peggy.
"The sheik kidnapped me," Peggy shrugged. "He has this thing about taking whatever he wants. Just why he had the hots for me is something I still can't figure, but between you and me, I like it a lot better here than out there, having to work like a dog."
"You were very young when he took you," Adrienne said. "I mean, you said you've been here quite a few years."
"So what?" Peggy shrugged.
"Well I have a job, and I'm very happy in it, and I want to get back to it," Adrienne insisted.
"You wanna be smart?" Peggy asked. "You do like the sheik says. Don't give him a hard time, and you'll be better off for it. As for going back to the outside world, hell, forget it! The sheik considers you his property, and he never gives away what belongs to him."
"The hell I'm his property," Adrienne snapped. "I'm a U.S. citizen, and the U.S. frowns on anyone abusing its citizens, especially in the U.S."
"Well just who's going to tell the U.S. government?" Peggy asked.
"I will, as soon as I get out of here," Adrienne insisted.
"You?" Peggy laughed. "Honey, forget it! You're the sheik's property for life."
"You mean he intends taking me back to Arabia with him?" Adrienne gasped as she stared at the dark-blonde.
"Nope!" Peggy smiled. "The sheik has relatives in Arabia to look after his land and properties. He likes it here, in the U.S. In fact, except for his two other wives, all his harem women are from this country. Ruth is Australian, and Judith is English."
"You keep saying his other wives," Adrienne pointed out.
"He's allowed four according to Moslem law."
"How many does he have?" Adrienne asked.
"Three. The other two ... and me?"
"You?" the dark-haired girl gasped.
"Yes. He married me according to Moslem law last month. I'm now one of his wives."
"Why?" Adrienne asked.
"Apparently the shiek has had a hard time siring children," Peggy answered. "He only has three. Two daughters given to him by the other two wives, and a son-my son. The children are in another part of the building. Once in a while we're allowed to see them, but for the most part they're brought up by nurses and tutors. My son is in line to inherit everything when Ibn Musa dies. The shiek named him Ahmed Ibn Isak."
"Well I have no intention of letting him do anything with me," Adrienne insisted.
"Honey," Peggy smiled. "My beloved husband, our 'lord of the harem and light of the universe' is going to fuck the living daylights out of you. You might as well get that through your head. He'll be here in about fifteen minutes, so you might as well get ready."
"The hell I will!" Adrienne snapped.
"Honey, either you get those clothes off and go for a soak in the scented pool, after which Abdul, the eunuch has something to do, or you'll do it all anyway, but under duress."
"I'm getting out of here," Adrienne insisted, looking around for her shoulderbag. It was nowhere in sight.
She stalked toward to door, aware here shoes had been removed. When she got there, she realized the eunuch was blocking her way.
"You get out of my way," she snapped.
"Ummmmmphhhh!" the eunuch grunted.
Adrienne tried walking around him, but he put up an arm to block her.
"Undress her!" Peggy said to the eunuch.
The fleshy man's eyes seemed to glitter with delight, as if he still had some kind of enjoyment at the prospect of what he was about to do. He was totally bald, and he must have weighed in at close to four hundred pounds. When his arms surrounded Adrienne, she knew there was no way for her to move.
His hands were effeminately gentle as they literally tore the expensive clothing from her body. He didn't hurt her in any way, but he efficiently took off every stitch she wore. In less than two minutes after Peggy had given the order, Adrienne was totally naked. What made it all so obscene was the way the eunuch stared at her and licked his lips. She struggled, but it was no use. "In the pool," Peggy said.
The fat man carried her bodily to the scented pool, and he tossed her in. Two of the women detached themselves from the group on the other side and hastily peeled off their clothing, as well. They were blondes, both with large, hanging breasts and somewhat rounded bellies. Harem living tended to put weight on some women.
They grabbed Adrienne as she surfaced and began scrubbing her all over with soap and brushes, all but tearing the outer layer of skin from her body.
Five minutes later, after every part of her body had been scrubbed, including her asshole and her vagina, she was unceremoniously handed out of the pool to two other women who rubbed her down until her flesh glowed a vibrant pink. Then, with two other women, the first two literally carried her back to the bed, one of nearly two dozen, and they stretched her out on her back. The first two women grabbed her thighs and pulled them wide apart, and the eunuch approached.
Adrienne was horrified, unable to conceive of what he intended doing. Then she saw the tweezers in his hand, and for some reason the horrid thought occurred to her that he intended cutting off her clitoris. He knelt between her widespread thighs, and his purpose became known a moment later as she felt the tweezers go to work. He was pulling out the hairs on her pelvis.
"Ouch!" she screamed. "That hurts! I swear to God I'll see every one of you thrown into prison for this."
The eunuch ignored her cries and continued plucking the hairs. Soon her pelvis was totally bare.
"Hair sometimes holds the smell of urine," Peggy explained as the eunuch proceeded to rub a cream of some kind into her loins, soothing the pain she felt.
"Ibn Musa likes to taste baby-fresh pussy."
"You're all insane," she gasped.
That was when she heard the masculine voice say, "Not at all, Miss Charman," and she whipped her head to the left and saw Isak Ibn Musa standing there in nothing but a robe. He was tall, very dark, with a black mustache and a goatee that came to a point and created the impression he was indeed the devil. His black hair was short, his nose pointy and long.
"How dare you do this to me!" Adrienne gasped.
"When I see something I want, I take it," he replied. "To begin with, I was most impressed with the way you perform legally. In the future I hope you'll perform as well, legally, or me instead of against me. But then, as my concubine, you'll eventually discover my will is your command."
"I'm not your concubine," Adrienne snapped. "When I don't turn up for work today, my law firm will want to know why, and they'll conduct an extensive search."
"I've already changed lawyers," Ibn Musa told her. "Your law firm now represents me, and I told them you've agreed to be my personal attorney. I explained that my legal problems will take quite some time to untangle, and naturally I paid them quite a hefty fee in advance, so they won't question anything."
"Sooner or later you'll have to let me go," Adrienne insisted. "When you do, I'll bring the law down so hard on you...."
"We'll see," the man smirked, opening his robe, revealing a lean, hard, muscular body.
His penis was already rigid, merely from looking at her nakedness, and Adrienne was stunned at the sight of it. From what she had read about phalluses, they were supposed to be about half the length and not nearly as broad as the fleshy sword Ibn Musa was wielding. Though he didn't like hair on a woman's pelvis, his own pelvis was covered with a thick bush of black hair.
"You wouldn't dare" Adrienne gasped, as he approached her while two of his concubines held her ankles spread wide apart.
"When you address me, you call me 'Light of your life'," he said in a stern voice.
"No...." she shrieked as he came closer. "Don't ... please ... no...."
He smiled as he lay down beside her, dismissing the other two women with a preemptory wave of his hand. The weight of one of his legs across both of hers kept her limbs immobile. The two women holding her hands remained, and she realized there was no way to stop him.
His swollen length of meaty cock was already jabbing at her side, its sticky lubrication smearing itself all over her. Adrienne shuddered at the feel of it, aware she was about to be painfully assaulted.
The two women who held her legs were now kneeling on either side of the bed, watching wide-eyed, eager to see her impalement. They shouted their encouragement to their lord and master, and Adrienne was only too aware of how much control he had over these people.
The lovely brunette tried hard to wriggle free of the man, but the other two women still held her wrists, and his weight as he rolled onto her was too much. His mouth moved down to the swells of her lovely breasts, and he sucked them into his mouth like rich, ripe fruit, one at a time. Sharp teeth nipped at her tautened nipple, now a pink extended pellet instead of the flat button it had always previously been. At the same time a gasp escaped from her as she felt his hand shove itself into the groove between her thighs, teasing her dank cuntlips, rubbing them with an expertness that built immediate unwanted fires of need in a body that had been too long denied its natural destiny.
Passion began building almost instantly inside her, passion she had never previously been aware of having. It soared higher and higher, piercing each pore in her flesh like a micro-thin needle of lust.
"Leave me alone ... leave me alone ... leave me alone!" Adrienne screamed as she tried freeing her legs in the hope of kicking this man. Above her, on the ceiling, there was a huge mirror, allowing her to see the way her body quivered, letting her know no matter how much she mentally wanted to resist, her body was already submitting. There was no doubt about the expertness of the sheik, but she also knew that part of her quick surrender was due to her self-denial. Her body was at last feeling the need for which it seemed to have been born, and she saw the way her quaking torso was encompassed by an overpowering sexual hunger that was instantly dominating her in spite of the fact that she had never been touched before.
It was obvious the sheik was very much aware of the beautiful brunette's physical anguish. All this did was make him sneer as he intensified the speed with which he rubbed her pussylips, preparing her inner vault for his initial plunge into paradise. It was a virgin cunt, and he made certain of this by probing deep with a forefinger and discovering her cherry. But then, all his women had been virgins when he'd taken them. How ironic that it should be Adrienne's desire for the perfect mate that had kept her from surrendering herself to any other man, thus leaving her prey to this Arabian vulture.
With all his wealth, the sheik had been able to probe into her background and quickly learn about her habits, thereby guessing she was still a virgin. His pride had been stung by her initial victory over him, and now he wanted more than to merely "get even". He wanted to completely subjugate this woman and make her his total slave. All women eventually fell before his mighty sword of flesh. Though in Western society it was believed women controlled men with their cunts, he knew the truth was, a man with a good cock controlled more women than any woman was able to control men with her cunt. Now he massaged her inner vaginal chamber with the intent of making it as slippery as possible, enabling it to stretch and contain the full length and width of his unbelievably long and thick cock.
Her legs were slowly starting to relax of their own free will as he continued his insistent rubbing. He spread her juicy pink slash with his knowing fingers and her white-globed ass twitched as he inserted two fingers between her soft labia and skimmed the walls of her tight inner crypt.
"Stop ... stop ... Peggy, make him stop!" Adrienne screamed, calling out to the dark-blonde, her body inwardly wracked with tormented desire because of the pressure of his delving fingers.
"I was like you when I first came here," Peggy told her in a soft voice. "Do yourself a favor, stop fighting and give in. It's the best way. Believe me! The sheik rules here, absolutely."
Ibn Musa smiled, ignoring the lovely girl's pitiable pleas as his seeking fingers sought and finally found Adrienne's rosy clitoris hiding as it was in the apex of her inner labia. He squeezed the head of the taut bud between his fingers and the lovely brunette found herself quivering with uncontrolled rapture, responding against her will as tremulous sensations continued searing her nerve-endings. Her thighs snapped wider and she began wiggling her buttocks to the "tune" his fingers played on her blood-filled man-in-the-boat.
"Look at her!" one of the golden-haired concubines squealed. "Master of light, you have control of her. Fill her with the ecstasy of yourself."
"No doubt about it," Peggy said, unsmilingly, looking down into Adrienne's eyes. "Honey, you're bumping and humping and oozing all kinds of delightful juice. Abdul, a cushion for her rear."
The eunuch moved to one of the other beds and took a pillow. Returning, he waited while his master, with dexterous finger movements in Adrienne's cunt, made her lift her ass, then he rammed the pillow underneath and propped her pussy higher.
"She's ready lord of a thousand delights," Peggy murmured. "Now would be the best time to pierce her and rid her of that membrane she no longer needs."
Ibn Musa moved his thighs closer between Adrienne's widespread loins, his heatedly pulsing lengthy cock pressing against the slippery opening of her pink slit. All the while his head remaining lowered on her chest, his hungering mouth sucking voraciously on the turgid bud of her swollen nipple.
When Adrienne was suddenly aware of the thickness of his bulbous glans poking between her virgin cuntlips, she began wriggling all the more desperately, filled with horror as she screamed, "N-o-o-o-o-o-o! Oh my God! Don't do this! Oh God! You'll tear my insides out! Oh please ... please ... this is rape! Don't!"
"Rape is only when the woman is a helpless victim of a man intent on harming her," Ibn Musa replied. "It is my intent to bring you pleasure. Even though your mouth claims not to want me, your body is already aroused and letting me know how much you desire me. Your very flesh is burning with the yearning for my cock, aching to feel it bury its full length inside you."
He spread her juicy cuntlips that much wider with his digging fingers and slowly moved the throbbing head even closer to the narrow entrance of her feminine interstice.
"Why does the light of the East want to bother with yet another woman when he has just made me his third wife?" Peggy asked. "Your pleasure is my aim in life, lord, and when I have the curse it gives me pleasure to see you sport with the concubines. But I am not under the curse at the moment, and it would give me the greatest of pleasure to be of service to you instead of letting you waste your seed on this ungrateful woman."
"What she says in true," another woman spoke up, a woman Adrienne hadn't seen before, and she realized this was another of the sheik's wives. This one was tall, extremely thin, with long brown hair that came down to her waist. Like Peggy, she wasn't really beautiful, yet there was a definite sensuousness about her that wasn't to be denied, in spite of the fact that under her see-through vest it was obvious she had almost no breasts. "Let me, Judith, be the one who eases the pain in my lord's loins."
"See," Ibn Musa smiled, as he looked down at Adrienne. "They fight over my cock. Think of the honor I'm doing you by giving it to you instead of them," he told her as he forced the thick head of his prodding penis between the narrow walls of Adrienne's helplessly opened vulva.
The one called Judith was kneading his back muscles, and the sheik raised his eyes and smiled at her, saying, "Don't worry, love. Nor you, Peggy. Haven't I always had enough stamina to make certain all of you are well cared for? Don't worry. Each of my wives is going to get her fill of my juicy cock before night falls."
The man's swollen glans was wedged firmly in the tight opening of Adrienne's narrow hole. Slowly he began pushing his weight behind the rigidly solid tool, and little by little he began slipping into her squeezing tautness, feeling how slippery her never-before-used vagina felt. Adrienne trashed about, writhing, squirming, wriggling, churning, unable to control herself. Excruciating pain ripped away at her interior, and pain flooded her brain. Little by little the mighty muscle continued its invasion of her virgin territory, sinking deeper, the head finally touching the little membrane that stretched across her inner walls.
"Oh my God no ... no ... no ... don't!" Adrienne squealed, her body in constant agony at the way his thickness stretched her narrow pussy as he worked the seething tool around and around in the tightness of her clasping culvert. Little by little she was widening, but even though the agony from being stretched was slowly dissipating, she was well aware of the pain she was feeling because of his penile head pressing against her vaginal membrane, the last sign of her maidenhood.
"Now!" he roared, and lunged forward, the head tearing through the virginal tissue, rending it into countless tiny shreads of useless skin and blood.
"Yyyyyyaaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" Adrienne screamed as the penis plunged headlong into her, bypassing her cervical opening and sinking to the farthermost depths of her clasping, weeping pussy. The head butted against the backwall of her cunt, and Adrienne felt herself on the verge of passing out because of the indescribable pain his ravaging organ sent traveling through her shuddering self.
Peggy and Judith moved closer, smiling, as if knowing the worst was over. Now came the pleasure, and both were looking at Adrienne with envy, knowing how much enjoyment she was bound to feel.
The sheik smiled as he slowly began moving his broad organ in and out of the slurping tightness of her narrow pussy. Little sucking noises escaped from the mouth of the helpless woman's widened cunt, attesting to the snugness of his fit inside her.
He kept at it, working the cock back and forth slowly, the strokes short, and the more he worked the organ, the less pain the agonized woman felt. Intermingled with the gasps of tormented pain were now unwanted sighs as she felt sharp stings of delight buzzing through her. Little by little Adrienne's ass began churning, lifting, rotating, moving against her will, her cunt moving in apposition to the plunging length of penile meat. Slowly, very, very slowly her incensed pussy adjusted to his powerful rod, and what had been shivers of agony now became quivers of wondrous delight. Thrills rampantly charged through her shuddering body.
Her knees lifted themselves, her thighs spreading themselves wider of her own accord now, accepting him all the more readily.
"Unh, unh, unh, unh!" she gasped in staccato vocal rythum as her delirium continued to soar.
"You really have her going now, wonderful master." Peggy was saying. "She feels that magnificent weapon of yours, that sword of delight stabbing into her, and she adores it, just as we do."
Adrienne heard the dark-blonde through her gasping, and she knew Peggy was telling the truth, even if she wouldn't admit it. She was starting to love the feel of the masterful male probe within the confines of her feminine slash, and she was aching for more. Mentally she was praying he wouldn't stop.
"You do like it!" the sheik snorted. "I can see it m your eyes," he told Adrienne. "Now comes the glory."
He began ramming his penis in and out with longer, smoother strokes, letting her feel the full effect of the masterful organ. In and out he plunged, and Adrienne responded with every movement.
Unable to stop herself, she found herself wrapping her legs tightly around the man's narrow middle as he humped her crotch violently into his hard pelvis, feeling his hairs tickle her bare flesh. Her cunt was a greedy, pulling fist, yanking on the mighty organ, pulling it ever deeper into her greedy maw, devouring the turgid length of it in her grasping vaginal well.
The sheik was feeling it too. Adrienne was aware of his hot breath pouring all over her breast, and then his mouth was chewing almost savagely on her nipple as his body quivered, preparing to unleash its contents inside her. Her hands were no longer being held, and now she dug and clawed at his back in frantic fury, her mind almost in a state of total delirium.
"I knew you'd be fantastic!" the sheik cried out. "I'm never wrong when it comes to women. You shall remain with me, and if your womb opens, you shall be my fourth wife."
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Adrienne screamed, not yet having the courage to use any four-letter words, thinking them beneath her.
All the while her mind seethed with electricity. Jolts of lust made her body blister with the need for more of his cock.
They intermingled, becoming a single mass of struggling, sweating, fucking, writhing, squirming human flesh as penis and pussy remained locked in a wantonly lusting battle, clawing their frenetic way to salacious fulfillment.
Isak Ibn Musa locked his mouth to that of the conquered female attorney, and she almost sucked his tongue right out of his mouth as her teeth bit into it. Then she opened her mouth and screamed, "AAAIII-YY YEEEAAAG GGHHHU UUNNNGG HHHAAAGGG!" as she found herself catapulting to the heavens in a paroxysmic orgasm at the same time the sheik unloaded a tremendous blast of sperm into the drinking depths of her wide-open cunt.
He wildly pounded into her as his juices splashed insanely through her womanly chasm. Her kisses stopped him from shouting out his own joy, but the movement of his body made it obvious to all the observers how much he was enjoying what he was doing.
The two of them clung desperately to one another, each hungrily, wantonly seeking more from the other as their bubbling juices mixed in her scathing cauldron. Neither of them moved, and to Adrienne it seemed as if they had stopped breathing, transfixed in time for the moment. She was unable to control the floating feeling that overwhelmed her as she seemed to ride through time and space.
The sheik finally pulled out of her and slid from the bed. He stood and accepted a moist towel from one of the other concubines, wiping his face as she used yet another towel to cleanse his genitals.
He walked from the room, and Adrienne lay, transfixed, unable to move. She stared at Peggy, who smiled down at her, and said, "Now that is what I call one hell of an initial fuck. You were better than I was the first time around, and I was good."
I'll get him yet, Adrienne thought. No one rapes me and gets away with it!
CHAPTER THREE
Adrienne was somewhat surprised to discover she had the freedom of the entire top floor. She was now dressed in the same kind of harem pants and vest as the other women. In her case, the clothing was as blue as the gauze curtains that had surrounded the bed where she had initially awakened. Like all the other women, she walked barefooted, and though the harem room itself had a tiled floor, pipes ran under the floor with hot water running through them to keep the floor heated. The rest of the top floor had rooms with carpets in them, separate bedrooms she soon learned, each with its own remote-control color TV set. She also discovered the food was excellent, and the women were allowed to have as much as they wanted. It seemed that fat on a woman didn't turn off the sheik. He paid as much attention to his first wife, Ruth, who looked like a gross cow, as he did to his other wives. Adrienne soon learned Judith, his second wife, had a tremendously overactive metabolism, which was why she was so thin. No matter what she ate, it didn't put weight on her. Peggy, wife number three, was also on the slender side, but Peggy was not one for sugary or starchy foods, nor did she continually eat all day long. Most of the concubines ate a lot, and they, like Ruth, the brown-haired, bloated first wife, weighed considerably more than they should. Only the two blondes, Shirley and Stella, were slender, or rather not slender, but not actually too fat. Since none of the women had pubic hair, it was impossible to tell if the two concubines were natural blondes. One of the other concubines who had helped dry her off, Betty, wasn't too fat, but she was definitely overweight. She was the only redhead there, and, from what Adrienne had learned, probably the most sensuous of all the women.
Though each of the women had her own room, as well as there being some rooms not yet occupied, most of them preferred to gather in the main harem room where Adrienne had first awakened. Abdul, the chief eunuch, guarded that particular room. There were other eunuchs as well, each guarding the main doors leading from the top floor of the building to stairs or elevators. Adrienne learned, as Peggy and all the other kidnapped women had discovered, that there was no way out.
Adrienne's own bedroom had walls lined with bookshelves, and the day she arrived she was amazed to discover all the books she had in her personal library in her apartment had been transferred.
"To keep your legal wits sharp," Isak Ibn Musa had told her. "Though your greatest value to me is that of simply being a woman, I respect your legal mind and shall make full use of it."
"I'll never help you in any way," Adrienne had snarled at him at the time.
The sheik shrugged and said, "In time you will come around, Miss Charman. You're an extremely sensuous woman, almost as sensuous as Betty, and your very sensuousness will make you see things my way."
"The moment I have an opportunity, I'll run," she told him. "When I do, I'll file every legal claim against you I possibly can."
But even now, standing alone in her doorway, she knew she had almost no chance whatsoever. To begin with, she was trapped here. Even if she managed her escape, what proof would she ever have she had been held captive by the sheik? Her harem clothing? That was no proof. She might have gotten such clothing anywhere. The sheik had wealthy and powerful friends, friends who would swear up and down that he would never do such a thing. His wives and concubines all loved him and besides, by law they were unable to testify against him.
Adrienne had to simply hope she would be able to somehow or other get away. Then she would request a permit to carry a gun, which she would use on the sheik or anyone else he sent after her.
But first she had to get away, and she knew that at the present time that would be impossible. The sheik had left strict orders she was to be carefully watched. Anyone disobeying those orders would end up boiled in oil or with his hands severed.
Not that Adrienne gave a damn which of the sheik's servants suffered once she had gotten away. It was a cold, cruel world, and anyone else who suffered as a result of her making good her escape from this harem hell had to accept it. After all, she had undergone the "fate worse than death," and though she had survived the ordeal, indeed, actually enjoyed it after a while, the fact remained she still had to escape, and to hell with whomever else suffered as a result.
At the moment, she had to accept the fact that she was a prisoner here. With her law books to keep her company, she would be able to weather the various emotional storms she knew she was destined to suffer. For the present time, she wasn't being bothered, but she knew the sheik would be back. After all, she was his latest toy, and just as a child is always fascinated by his newest toy, so was the sheik temporarily overcome with desire for her. In spite of what Peggy had told her, Adrienne was certain he had enjoyed his first lays with the other women just as much as he had enjoyed her.
Perhaps what irritated her most was the sheik's insistence she, like all the other concubines, learn what he termed obedience. She had no intention of learning to obey him.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was obvious the sheik had kept his promise to his other wives, because Adrienne wasn't bothered the rest of that day. At night, she was forced to sleep with her door open, told by Peggy that the sheik occasionally liked to wander into the harem and select from among his brides and concubines. In addition, a patrol of single eunuchs would wander by at various times during the night to make certain all the females were sleeping comfortably.
It occurred to Adrienne that if they were patrolling, then the eunuchs weren't all guarding the stairways and elevators. Tonight they would expect her to possibly try and make some kind of break. But she would wait.
The following day, she discovered how boring life was in the harem. The sheik was off on business, and the women were left to their own devices. Most of them lazed around the pool in the main room, while others lay on their beds in their private quarters and ate chocolates while watching TV. Adrienne kept herself busy by re-reading her law books, brushing up on the various statutes she hoped to employ against Ibn Musa when the time came that she made good her escape.
It wasn't until the evening that Shirley, the slightly pudgy blonde concubine who had helped scrub her and then had held her legs while the sheik had plundered her walked into her room. As always, she was dressed in harem pants and a see-through vest that hardly covered her ample bosom even when it was bound in front. Each woman wore a different color, or at least a different shade. Adrienne's color was azure blue, and she found the wardrobe in her bedroom was filled with similar pants and vests, all the same color, so she wasn't surprised when Shirley appeared wearing the same peach-colored clothing.
"Our lord and master, the chosen of Allah wishes to be with you," Shirley told her. "I've been sent ahead to let you know so you can prepare for him."
"How does one prepare to be raped?" Adrienne asked, "Because I have no intention of willingly giving myself to him."
"You must bathe in the pool and annoint your body with the various perfumes you have been given. The fragrances please the Light of the East. Don't say anything about being unwilling. You know he'll take you anyway, and when you're willing you'll find it's so much better."
"Well I'm not willing," Adrienne insisted.
"But you still have to bathe in the pool and scent yourself," Shirley insisted. "If you don't, the master will not only be angry with you, but with me for being remiss in my duty. The bastinado is terrible punishment."
"Big deal," Adrienne shrugged.
"If you don't go willingly, I'll have to call Abdul."
"Oh hell! Not that lard gorilla," Adrienne snapped. "All right!"
She rose and followed Shirley to the mainroom where she undressed under the watchful eyes of the fat eunuch and stepped into the heated pool where she allowed the concubines to once again scrub her. Since she, herself, was considered a concubine, she knew she would eventually be expected to perform similar rites with the other women. Well the sheik had himself one helluva surprise if he expected her to wash anyone else's ass.
Afterward, she was once again toweled down until her skin was a tea-rose color. Then she slipped into fresh clothing of the same type, which Shirley had taken the liberty of scenting with perfume.
She was ushered to the same bed where she had been violently raped the previous day, and she realized everyone in the harem was once again going to witness her degradation. The bed, like all the others in the room, smelled of a lightly pleasant scent, and the silk sheets had been changed. She was conscious of temperature changes because the hair on her mons was gone, and her exposed pussy felt either heat or cool air that much more sensitively.
She sat on the bed and all the others sat on the floor in a semi-circle around the bed as Ibn Musa came into the room. If nothing else, the man was fastidious in his own cleanliness. Addrienne was thankful he didn't stink.
When he removed his satin robe, once again revealing his enormous pike, she wondered how he had the stamina considering he'd had to satisfy three other wives the previous afternoon and evening. Apparently he paced himself well.
Silently he walked over to her, his cool dark eyes surveying her white body through the transparent clothing she wore. When his gaze lingered on her vagina, she clamped her hands over it and said, "I have a sudden urge to go to the bathroom."
But even as she said it, she knew it wasn't true. Her vagina was suddenly throbbing like an abscessed tooth, and she realized that even if she outwardly wanted nothing to do with him, her body was aching for more of him.
"Remain calm and relaxed," he told her, sitting on the edge of the down bed.
"How can I remain calm with you here, and all these people about to watch what you intend doing to me?" she asked.
"You must learn obedience," he insisted. "The others watch so they can see than I treat you with no more favor than I treated any of them when they were first brought here. You will open your legs."
She was frightened, aware he would shortly plunge his fleshy poker into her interior and rummage through her as he had the last time. What irritated her most was the thought that she was probably going to end up enjoying it again, letting all these people see how he was able to control her, just as he controlled all his other women.
The man's gaze was rivited on her groin, and her hand, pressing into her crotch, made her reveal the pantaloons she presently wore had strategic openings in them. He was smiling all the more widely as his hand reached out and touched her slim thigh.
"Don't," she gasped, jumping.
"If, as you say, you have a full bladder, you will learn muscle control now, and it will tighten you up that much more inside so that I'll be able to enjoy you all the more," he informed her, his hand sliding up the inside of her thigh.
Adrienne clamped her thighs tightly shut, but the hand of the sheik was not be denied. It forced its way in between.
"Please don't do this-not in front of all the others," she gasped, her entire body quaking.
"Of course in front of the others," he insisted. "Just as you will be required to witness the initiation of any concubine who is brought here after you."
"I'm not a concubine," Adrienne insisted, and rolled away from him onto her side.
It was a mistake on her part. The movement merely widened the opening between her thighs, and now the sheik's experienced fingers probed, seeking the soft satin of her cuntlips, and at the same time her buttocks, also with a hole in the pantaloons, were exposed to his burning eyes. The lovely brown-haired woman did her best to shift back, but Ibn Musa cupped her soft buttocks, his fingers digging and probing at both, her asscrack and her cunt, and she was aware of the long, thin darts of his manual digits attempting to penetrate her twin orifices.
Furious and outraged that this man should treat her like some object rather than a human being, once again maddeningly insulted by the humiliation of being a creature made use of at the whim of a man she despised, she decided to fight. She clawed with her nails and kicked with her feet, using her elbows, her knees, biting with her teeth and butting with her head. The Arabian merely laughed and pinned her all the more firmly to the bed with his weight, proving how totally helpless she was at all times. All this did was make her struggle that much more, refusing to pay attention to the feeling of his fingers as they probed her feminine pocket and anal tunnel. Her struggles made her feel pain as well as pleasure, and the pain aroused in her the need to fight him off. At one point she went totally wild and began screaming, and it was only then that the sheik ripped her see-through vest from her body that she became aware how totally naked and helpless she really was. His mouth sought and bound her breast, and his teeth clamped on her nipple, letting her know if she struggled, he might bite through it.
Gasping, Adrienne lay back and tried wresting his heavy, prespiring face away from her quivering body. The harder she tried, the more aware she was of the way his teeth were fastened on her nipple, almost as if he intended chewing it off. The harder she struggled, the deeper his teeth bit, and she knew she had to stop. Finally she stopped struggling, whimpering as she realized once again he was going to use her and there was nothing she'd be able to do about it.
"Much, much better," the man smiled, sitting up.
His hand once again delved into her secret recess, coaxing her thighs wide apart. He flattened his palm against the pouting swells of her outer vaginal lips and began rubbing circularly. Then his middle finger found the sought-for orifice, and little by little slid into her, feeling how wet she was inside. The finger slid in and out, in and out, making all kinds of slurping sounds.
Abruptly Adrienne shuddered and started gasping as she realized the man's thumb had once again found her clitoris and was already teasing it, rubbing and massaging the tiny bud, making it turn from a button into a little elongated peg of flesh. Her mind was already starting to forget about resisting. Nor did she think about the harsh way his teeth had chewed on her nipple to keep her submissive. Though she kept thinking how she hated him, deep down she knew she wanted him to do the same thing he had done to her the previous day. She wanted to feel the full length of his throbbing cock jamming itself into the narrow tightness of her vagina, filling her and stretching her, rubbing back and forth, massaging her walls, moving in and out, finally spitting out the hot seed that seemed to intensify the thrills she had constantly felt. She wanted that wonderful sense of overpowering climax charging through her, and though she wouldn't openly admit it, especially to this man, her body craved it.
The dark-skinned man smiled, instantly recognizing the desire lighting up her eyes. His hands pulled away from her shuddering torso as he stared at her with the wisdom of the ages on his face, as if her were all men and knew what it was any woman needed.
He stood, his hands on his hips, staring down at her as she shuddered as if letting him know she wanted more without saying it. Her eyes were riveted on the long, circumcised length of hard penis, refusing to take her eyes from it.
Panting as if her lungs were about to blow up because she was unable to exhale, incapable of being able to do more than merely lie there and stare with salivating hunger at the massive pike extended before her staring eyes-her legs now wide apart, her vagina bubbling with need for the organ-she watched the man stare haughtily down at her as if laughing at her. Even the curly black hair at the base of his penis seemed arousing, and when the penis twitched, the head swelling, oils seeping from it as the glans enlarged for an instant before receding, she sighed as if she were a bride and this man was her groom, and she was once again embarking on a wedding night.
"Remove the pantaloons," he insisted.
She lay there, hesitating for only a moment, but she knew she would obey. As if mesmerized, she finally sat up, and then slid the harem pants off, tossing it to the side so that she was now totally naked. The fact that more than a dozen pairs of eyes were watching seemed unimportant at the moment.
Her eyes once again took in the majestic length of the throbbing cock, and then involuntarily strayed to the bare, helpless pink cut between her thighs. God! She felt as if her cuntlips had suddenly bloated with air. Because of the way she sat on the bed, it was impossible for her to see her vaginal opening, but it felt so helpless, naked as it was, the interior sucking air. She had to restrain her hand from moving to the gap and sinking into it. This was wrong, all wrong. It was perverted, so totally unlike her. She had never, but never had such feelings until she had been kidnapped. It made her wonder if he had doctored her food in any way.
God! The past twenty-nine hours had been a total nightmare. Imagine, now, in the last past of the Twentieth Century, she was being abducted by a moorish bandit, a believer in Allah, and she was a prisoner in his Park Avenue harem of all places, unable to free herself. Freedom was only yards away. Not miles, yards. But at the moment she wondered if she would have the courage to accept that freedom even if it were offered to her. Though she detested being any man's slave, what was even worse was the knowledge that she was a greater slave to the burning needs within her. Something told her that other men might not be able to gratify her inner needs. Her physical needs had taken such powerful control of her, she was no longer able to bring her mind to bear on the outrage that had been perpetrated on her.
Now, eyes pasted to the throbbing breadth of her abductor's lengthy manhood, seeing his belly tighten as her own thighs tensed in anticipation, her mind kept telling her to resist while her body let her know that under no circumstances would she be able to do so.
She was sitting up, her back braced against cushions, and he knelt close to her, his cock mere inches from her beautiful face. Yesterday she would have been horrified at seeing such an object so close. Now all she felt was a twitching arousal in the sodden depths of her longing cunt.
She gasped when his hand reached out and ran itself over her flesh.
"Dear woman," he whispered. "You're like burning satin, and you arouse fires of delight within me."
Not knowing what to do, aroused by his touch, the lovely girl began squirming, anxious to have him finally do what he came here to do. She wanted to feel the forceful thrust of his masculine pole in the quivering depths of her aching vagina. Still she would not let him know of her feelings, for to do so meant utter defeat. Her hips jerked, lifting off the mattress, and she actually sighed as his long middle finger once more probed the interior of her vagina.
"Now you are the one who will have to learn," the sheik told Adrienne. "You must learn the exquisite joy of using the senses. I want to feel you caress my pestle before I bury it in your mortar." As he spoke he brought the broad tip of the penis closer to her lovely face.
"I-I can't," Adrienne insisted, turning her head away. , "I wish you to touch it," the man insisted. "I want you to feel the rigid strength in it, strength built by the sight and feel of you, strength that only your body can remove. I want you to show me how much you adore this part of me before I once again bury it inside you." As he finished the sentence he forced a second finger into the narrow tightness of her crushing little hole, pushing the two fingers that much deeper into her.
"Hhhhhaaaauuuunnnngggghhhh!"
Adrienne was wiggling her broad hips against the wedge spreading the lips of her aching vulva. Against her will one of her hands lifted itself as she stared at the massive organ. Dear God! It was so immense. It looked even longer and thicker than it had, yesterday. The more she stared at it, the bigger it became ... or so it seemed. She was certain this time it would never be able to stretch her enough, and her inner flesh would be ripped to shreds. But even as she thought all this, she knew she wanted to feel it buried inside her. She didn't give a damn any longer if he ripped her wide open. All that mattered was that she feel it worming its way into her, filling her with its thickness, and then unleashing its seminal contents into her. Her need at this point was overpowering.
The sheik reached out and took her slim wrists gently, guiding her uncertain hands to the massive length attached to him. His own fingers closed around hers, making them coil around his cock, and she sensed the pulsating fire shooting through it.
"Now," he told her, "you must show everyone here how well you have learned to obey. I want you to reach forward with those beautiful lips and suck very gently on my penis. Do not attempt to bite, for the penalty for that is to have your teeth pulled out of your head, one at a time. Just put my cock in your lovely mouth and proceed to suck on it until I tell you to stop."
Adrienne reacted violently, shuddering and pulling back. The heat that had steadily built within her had instantly dissipated the moment she had heard him make such a filthy suggestion. Her mind had speculated on the massive girth in relation to the narrowness of her tiny cunt, but the idea of putting such a massive thing in her mouth? Not in a million years! She was almost able to feel the titanic organ clogging her throat, preventing her from swallowing or breathing, and she mentally gagged.
"Never!" she gasped out loud. "I'll never do anything like that, no matter what you threaten to do to me. One thing you'll never make me do is put that awful, disgusting thing in my mouth."
The gasps from the women surrounding her let Adrienne know they felt she had committed some kind of grievous sin. She had referred to a part of the light of the East as disgusting.
He raised his hands to silence them. Then he said, "Because she is still new here and new to our ways, she can be forgiven her foolishness to a certain extent. However, she definitely will have to learn."
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Adrienne asked, her eyes wide with fear.
"I am going to teach you manners where I'm concerned," he told her, withdrawing his fingers from the narrowness of her sodden vagina.
Before she was able to fathom his intentions or move in any way, his legs were around her upper body as he straddled her breasts, and Adrienne was staring at the pulsating head of his bloated phallic lance. She was aware he had taken great care not to smell, having dabbed cologne in the hairs of his pelvis after washing up. Terrified beyond belief, she watched him steer the massive penis toward her lips. Her head tried backing away, but cusions behind her prevented her from retreating.
"No...." she shrieked, and then clamped her lips tightly shut.
He was sitting heavily on her breasts, the skin of his flat buttocks pressing against her sensitive nipples making them enlarge and all but cut into his skin. He pinched her nostrils shut with one hand and applied pressure with the fingers and thumb of his other hand against the hinges of her jaw, forcing her to open them. Without wanting to, Adrienne opened her mouth.
"Ah, precious little flower, you're learning quickly," Ibn Musa smiled. "Pretend it's a stick of candy and soon you'll grow to love it. I had to persuade poor Peggy to do this the same way I'm teaching you, but today Peggy adores fellatio, don't you, my golden-haired angel?"
"Your pleasure is my pleasure, lord," Peggy said, moving around so that she was standing where Adrienne was able to see her. "Do not fight, Adrienne. Do as the light of the East insists, for in the long run you'll find how much more you'll enjoy everything. Whatever he has taught us has been as much for our own benefit as it is for his, and you'll soon see how much total pleasure you'll derive from doing everything. The sooner you allow yourself to surrender to the feelings within you, the better off you'll be."
With the cock halfway in her tightly closed mouth, Adrienne shook her head. Sh, refused to be demeaned this way.
The persistent pressure of the driving cock was too much for the lovely brunette. Slowly but surely the penis forced its way into the tightness of her gullet, the broad head expanding her esophagus, making her gag and choke. Where moments before she had been more than willing, say rather eager to have him fuck her the normal way, her mind was now once again filled with nothing but loathing for him.
The head of his penis was pulling back now, acting as a tongue depressor, scraping over her bottom teeth, and then it was pushing right back in again. She wanted to clamp her teeth into his hard flesh, but she new better. He would keep his promise about having her teeth pulled, and she was smart enough to know if she really damaged him in any way, not only would he see to it she suffered more than he, but the other women would feel robbed of what was rightfully theirs, and they would also take out their frustrations, by beating her.
When he thrust the full length of his penis into her mouth, she strangled as the head pushed into her pharynx. His balls hit her chin, making her aware of their wrinkled contours, and even his asshole rubbed against her throat, though her nostrils told her he had been at meticulous about cleaning himself there as the other women had been about cleaning her. But the pressure of the cock in her gullet was becoming too much, and she knew she would black out. Maybe she would choke to death, and then the sheik would have an unexplained death on his hands. If she was unable to revenge herself in life, perhaps her death was what was needed.
"Come, little pigeon of my heart," she heard him say. "Suck just a bit for now," he insisted, resting his balls on her chin as he inched his buttocks closer to her. "When I'm ready to come, I'll pull my cock from your mouth and fuck you as you wish to be fucked, you sweet little thing. Come now, suck ... suck ... just a little."
But Adrienne knew better than to surrender to him. She continued writhing and squirming, her head pressing itself back against the cushion supporting it until she almost lay flat. Still the throbbing phallic probe in her mouth continued sinking deeper. Her eyes wide with horror, she watched as more and more of it buried itself in her oral tunnel, the head digging that much deeper into the tightness of her gullet, unmindful of the way she was struggling to be free.
The sheik paused for a moment and stared down at her helpless face stuffed with his meat roll. His eyes narrowed and he smiled. His penis throbbed in its new-found holder, and he signaled to the eunuch to add yet another pillow behind the girl's head. The bloated half-man did as his master ordered.
Iba Musa cupped Adrienne's lovely face in his hands, and after holding the full length of his cock all the way into her gullet, slowly pulled back, allowing her to breathe. Then, without warning, the sheik rammed forward again, this time sinking the littlest bit deeper as he gasped, "Ahhhhhhhhh ... that's perfect!"
Adrienne gagged and choked as the glans seemed to be reaching down into her belly. But now the man's cock was firmly buried inside her esophagus. She was aware there was no chance at all for the organ to be removed unless he should wish it. His hands were already sliding away from her pallid checks, and one hand slid behind, wandering over her flat belly, seeking, then finally finding the opening of her vagina, and a finger slowly sank into it, moving rapidly in and out, building heat in her oven all over again.
Once more the lovely Adrienne found her hips involuntarily rotating and gyrating. The unruly little clitoris that was now violently aroused as it stood at the gateway to her inner self, shuddered as continual sensations of seething, scalding thrills charged through her quaking form. The horrible breadth continually slipping in and out of her mouth seemed just a little less dreadful than before. Then she stopped caring, once more letting her thighs spread themselves wide apart, opening her vagina for his probing fingers, her own hand flatly pressing against the cheeks of his ass as his balls battered her chin again and again. Her lips pursed tightly around the length of the organ, sucking on it as if it were a peppermint cane and the head was one of those sweet, orange-flavored all-day suckers she had enjoyed so much when she'd been little.
She sucked with vitality, and it came to her how much she was enjoying what she was doing, just as Isak Ibn Musa had predicted. As she sucked, she remembered the fragrance of his sperm filling her nostrils when he had erupted in her cunt the previous day. It made her wonder just what the seminal flow tasted like.
Then the senstion was gone. The sheik was no longer sinking his cock into her throat, letting the knob rest on her tongue as he said, "No more, sweet Adrienne. If we continue this way, we both know what will happen. I want to save my seed for your cunt."
Reluctantly, the lovely woman permitted him to pull his penis all the way back. Her lips tightened around the head, and when he tugged it from her mouth, there was the sound of a cork coming out of a champagne bottle.
"Well?" he asked. "Will you behave so I can fuck you properly?"
"Yesssssssssssss...." she hissed. "Do it to me ... fuck me...."
She had said the F word. It was a word she had feared all her life, and now it had flowered from her as naturally as any law word. "Fuck me! she heard herself say again. "Fuck me in my cunt!"
The sheik needed no instructions as to what to do. Before the words were out of her mouth, the man had moved down, positioning himself between the pillars of her raised thighs, the head of his cock aiming itself at the gaping slash that was her cunt. Slowly he let himself move closer, the tip of his rod beating against the roundness of her asscheecks as if trying to sniff out the entrance to her tunnel of love.
"Oh yes!" she gasped, feeling it so close and yet so far, just missing the entrance to her womanly grotto.
Without thinking, she reached down with her right hand, sliding it between her thighs and wrapping tremblingly anxious fingers tightly around the massive breadth of the mighty organ, guiding the fiery purple glans to her furiously anxious vulva.
"Fuck it into me!" she shouted, her breath spewing hotly into his handsomely devilish face. "All the way in, like the last time."
The sheik groaned, and somehow he seemed different to her. He was no longer the imperious lord and master of her body, but merely a man. She was the imperious one, an imperious concubine, if there was such a thing. She ruled him for the moment, for when his cock would invade her cunt, he would be surrounded by her, trapped within her, controlled for a brief time by her. The hardness seemed gone from his features, and his eyes were looking at her with admiration rather than disdain. As a man he was far from repulsive, and the more she came to know him, the more she realized he fitted her mental image of the perfect man.
She gripped his cock firmly and hoisted her buttocks a little, enjoying the fact that he was as tremulous as she as she began slipping his throbbing organ into the tightness of her pussy. She looked from his face down the lengths of their bodies and was amazed at how perfectly they seemed to blend together. How incredible this all appeared. Indeed, how marvelous was the staff he possessed. Not only did it possess the ultimate in pleasure for her, but now hidden in the pink folds of her sucking pussy were the membranes capable of changing this man from a horrible monster into a loving man. Little by little his thickness sank ever deeper into the tender clutch of her interior.
"Oh my God!" Adrienne gasped, as the final bit of cock sank itself out of sight into the tightness of her sucking pussy.
"You're good, baby-like woman," he told her. "Your interior is hotter than the sun in the Arabian desert."
Much as Adrienne was enjoying herself, it occurred to her she might be able to fuck her way to freedom, even if it meant being caught naked outside. Just as he had made her ache for his cock, so he ached for the feel of her cunt, and he was as overwhelmed by her as she had been by him. All she had to do was let him vent himself on her, sapping his strength, and then getting away while everyone else was intent on seeing to his aid and comfort, afterward. She remembered no one had paid attention to her once he had rolled off her.
Yes, maybe she'd be able to use the valley between her thighs to knock this man out and then get away while everyone else's attention was on him. After all, it was evening now, and the eunuchs guarding the stairs were now patrolling and she might indeed have a chance of getting away.
Adrienne smiled to herself. This was a game two would be able to play, and she intended eventually coming out the winner. She hurled her calves high on his body and wrapped them tightly around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back as she wrapped her arms around his strong, masculine neck.
"Fuck me really good!" she whispered, humping with all her might against the length of his rod. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The sheik's hands gripped her buttocks firmly, and he began violently pounding himself into her, fucking her so hard, her head was hitting the cushions behind her. The big, stiff cock raking the interior of her hot cunt was thrilling her even more than before as he swept her thighs higher so that she was able to wrap her ankles around his neck, as well. She was thrilled again, thrilled and caring for the moment only about enjoying what she was feeling. She would think about escape a little later.
She shuddered as his hands gripped her buttocks and lifted her up to him, and then, with her legs still tightly gripping him around the neck, and his hands clasped behind her spine, he rolled onto his side, then made her roll over on top of him. She was sitting with her feet around his head and his hands supporting her buttocks as he lifted her up and down the great length of his throbbing pike. His eyes were staring fascinated at the way her naked cunt twitched as he held her. She was leaning forward to keep the cock from coming out, and even went so far as to press a finger against the organ each time she rose to make sure the penis didn't slide out of her. Her thighs were quivering with tautness as she sat on his groin, moving up and down, up and down, propelled by the movements of his lifting hands. The muscles in her abdomen tautened each time she lifted herself, now digging the flat soles of her feet into the cushions on either side of the sheik's head, her upstanding nipples two little pink eyes that seemed to be staring right back at the sheik. She continued fucking her cunt on the huge shaft, drawing her legs back now, using her knees to gain leverage. His hands slid from beneath her buttocks to the rounded mounds of her breasts and he rubbed the full paps, pressing into them as she leaned forward, humping insanely, pressing herself all the more firmly into him.
She stopped very suddenly, her body lifted, the cock half-in and half-out. She was teetering on the edge of orgasm, knowing the prolongation would not only make it that much stronger for herself, but for the sheik. Any moment now and she would be in the land of shattered nothingness. Her entire body went tense, and the sheik, unable to stand the way she was drawing everything out, gripped her hips and began pumping her wildly up and down, up and down, lifting his own knees to let him dig his feet into the mattress for better support. Had he not held onto Adrienne's hips, she would have gone flying off him, totally out of control at this point.
Her hands went into her hair, her fingers running through the strands of curly locks. She shuddered from head to toe as she felt her vagina clutch uncontrollably at the rampaging length of cock inside her quivering body. Then the walls of her vagina seemed to become rigid immovable objects as Ibn Musa continued socking his cock into her.
Adrienne was no longer able to control herself.
"AAAIIIIYYYEEEAAA GGGHHHAA NNGGG HUUUNNNN!" she shrieked.
"ALLLLAAH AAAHHH ... AKKKBAR RAA AR-RRRR...." the sheik bellowed, and his seed went spurting into the depths of her tunnel.
The cock twitched and jerked and thrashed inside her as it spurted its seed into her spasming cunt, the sperm like some sort of balm. Then, out of breath, she tilted to the side and felt his shrinking penis slip out of her. As she lay there, she watched the fuss being made over the man, and she slowly -edged away from them, aware of the semen dripping down the sides of her legs.
CHAPTER FIVE
Running from the main harem room, Adrienne slid into the nearest bedroom, watching as one of the harem eunuchs walked by. He stopped and peered into the main room, aware of what was taking place, but unaware she was no longer there. For that matter, no one was aware she was no longer there. Who knew! If one of the other women took it into her head to lie down next to Isak Ibn Musa, maybe he would be occupied long enough for her to get away without the others realizing she was gone.
The see-through clothes in the closet near her were big for her, but she didn't care. Adrienne slipped on three pairs of huge green harem pants, hoping the layers would not only help to keep her warm, but would hide her body somewhat. Then she put on two vests, and quietly slipped into the hallway again.
The nearest stair door was unguarded. She ran to it, threw it open, and started running down the steps. A loud alarm went off. There were alarms on all the doors. She knew now why Ibn Musa allowed the eunuchs away from their posts at night.
Fire filled her lungs as she continued down to the next floor and then the next. Soon she was below the top four floors, but she didn't slow down. She kept on running.
Two flights down, she ran into a carpeted hallway and scurried for the elevator. She knew she would never make it to the ground floor on foot. She realized the elevator at the far end of the hall didn't go to the top floors, since it was obvious the sheik didn't want anyone else in the building accidentally stumbling into his quarters.
Pressing the button, panting uncontrollably, Adrienne waited, and when the elevator arrived, she was grateful to find it empty. She pressed the L button, knowing once she got out of the lobby, she would be safe. But as the elevator moved slower, lethargy slowly overcame her, and she found herself slipping into unconsciousness, as she had that day in the taxi. Gas! He was using an odorless gas, as he had used in the taxi, and she was trapped.
* * *
When she awoke, she was back in her harem bedroom. Peggy was seated in a chair by her bed. Adrienne realized the other clothes had been removed from her, and her cleansed body had been put back into blue harem clothing.
"That was foolish of you," Peggy told her. "Don't you know the lord and master has control over every means of exit in the building? Even if you had taken the stairs all the way down, eunuchs would have been waiting for you in the lobby."
"I'll get away from him yet," Adrienne snapped.
"You're even more rebellious than I was when I first came here," Peggy told her. "That's a shame, because now you have to be punished. One thing I learned early enough was, if you can't change things, learn to accept them and make the best of them. Besides, living with the sheik, I have more sex than most women do with a man who has only one wife. He keep all of us sexually content. Those of us who want more, are free to seek it amongst ourselves."
"That's disgusting," Adrienne insisted. "Living in this place is like living in a country under a dictatorship, where we're all subject to the whims of a madman. He can punish me all he wants, but I'll get away. You'll see."
"No you won't," Peggy sighed. "And by the time you think yourself capable of getting away, you won't even want to. You'll see."
"Never!" Adrienne insisted.
CHAPTER SIX
Peggy left her at about ten o'clock, and for the rest of the night Adrienne was unable to sleep. She knew punishment constituted something unpleasant at best, and whatever the man had planned for her, she would fight back.
She finally fell asleep at four in the morning, and when she did awaken, she realized the door to her room had been closed. When she tried opening it, she found it locked. He was sealing her in until he had time to administer whatever he intended doing.
When he finally did unlock the door, it was evening. She'd been given nothing to eat, though she'd been able to drink water from the sink in her private bathroom. She was weak, a little haggard, but one look at the iciness on his swarthy face and she knew he was angry.
"It seems you have to learn," Ibn Musa told her. "I treated you with the same deference toward which I showed my other women, yet you abuse my hospitality."
"You're the one who has to learn," Adrienne told him. "You're keeping me here against my will. I don't want to stay here."
"It is the will of Allah," he shrugged. "Your kismet."
"Bull!" she snapped. "It's what you want. If I had my hands on a gun, I'd put a lot of nice little round holes in you about now."
"We have to knock that nonsense out of your head," he shrugged. "At the same time we have to make it difficult, if not impossible for you to attempt escape again."
"I'll keep on trying," she insisted.
"Not if you're incapable," he assured her, and he clapped his hands.
Two huge eunuchs came in. On of them carried a wide board while the second one wasted no time moving to Adrienne. She got in one good kick, and then realized that such a kick would mean nothing to a eunuch.
He grabbed her shoulders, hurled her onto the bed, then grabbed her ankles. With thongs produced from his pockets, he tied her feet to the board the other eunuch was holding. Then he took a willow wand Ibn Musa had been holding, and at a nod from the Arabian, he proceeded to apply the willow wand to the soles of her feet.
"The bastinado," Ibn Musa told her as the eunuch continued beating the soles of her feet until they were bloody and raw. Each nerve-ending was filled with pain. "Now, dear lady, you understand what I mean when I say it will be impossible for you to escape. If you feel you can walk after this, then you're welcome to try and escape. I need hardly mention that if you're caught again, furtter punishment will be inflicted."
"You have to learn that I am the master and you are the slave," he told her. "What's more, further resistance on your part will be met by similar punishment."
He signaled to the eunuchs to stop. They did so, untying her feet.
Two of the concubines came in with water, soap, and antiseptic. They washed her feet and applied the stinging antiseptic to make sure there would be no infection, but her feet were not bandaged. When they left, Ibn Musa told her, "You'll have to stay off your feet except to go to the bathroom, for at least three days. At the end of that time, we'll see whether or not you're more amenable."
He turned and walked out, and Adrienne felt the tears flood from her eyes as she realized she was imprisoned by a monster. But her resolve to get away had only been strengthened.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Three long days had passed, and two nights, and Adrienne felt her feet slowly beginning to heal. By the end of the third day, she found she was able to walk with only minor pain. During the entire time her door had remained closed except for when meals were brought to her. None of the other women were allowed to visit with her.
On the third night, her door was once again opened. It was dark in the hallway except for the nightlight, and from what she was able to overhear, Ibn Musa wasn't in the building. Tonight there would be peace, though she was certain that by tomorrow he would have more sexual torture in store for her.
Outside, it was darker than usual. She went to the window and looked out, realizing that April was almost over, and from the rumble she was hearing, they were about to have a thunderstorm.
A flash of lightning peeled across the night sky, followed by the roar of thunder. Then the rain started coming down.
Adrienne stood at the window for the longest time, unaware of time passing, but suddenly she knew she wasn't alone. Turning, she found herself facing Abdul, the chief eunuch. He had closed her door, and he stood with his back against it, his face lit up for an instant as another slash of forked lightning crossed the night sky.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked. "Doing what pleases me," the eunuch replied. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "What can you do?"
"Many things," he told her. "To begin with, I was not totally emasculated like many of the other eunuchs," he said to her. "Though my stones were removed, I retain my lancepoint and what the doctors call a prostate that makes the juices I ejaculate. I'm capable of becoming erect, but I'm not capable of impregnating a woman. When the master is gone, I occasionally dally with one of the concubines. You are the newest concubine, and I have chosen to dally with you."
"I'll tell your master," she insisted.
"He'll not believe you," the eunuch replied. "I have been in his service faithfully for thirty years. His service, and that of his father before him," he said, reaching out a flabby hand and letting it touch her thigh through her flimsy harem pants.
Adrienne wanted to get away, but the door was closed, perhaps locked from the inside with Abdul holding the key. She knew if she screamed she wouldn't be heard. The walls of the bedrooms were all padded, and so soundproofed. Tiny goosebumps rose on her skin, and the lovely brunette tensed, trying to pull her full, tapered thighs away from the eunuch standing behind her. But movement on her part was useless. When she retreated to the bed, he hurled her on it then threw his gross weight next to her, his meaty arm preventing her from moving. His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving painful welts as they dragged across her inner thigh.
"Abdul, let go of me!" Adrienne insisted.
More lightning flashed somewhere outside the window, far across the cloudy night sky, and moments later a roll of thunder followed the lightning. Even through the thick-paned window the thunder was clearly audible. Gusts of heavy wind whistled between the buildings, and Adrienne felt her heart thumping insanely in her breast.
"Hear me, latest favorite of Isak Ibn Musa," the eunuch said to the frightened woman. "In this weather all stay in their rooms and none shall bother us. I will do as I please, and you will obey me as you must the master, else I'll tell you, you tried to escape again."
"He knows I can't go far with my feet lacerated this way," Adrienne insisted, drawing herself up to her full height in the dark room.
"He also knows you're persistently stubborn," Abdul told her. "If I, chief of all eunuchs here in this country, tell him you attempted to escape, he'll believe me, and he'll give you additional punishment."
His heavy arms tightened around Adrienne and she smelled the wine on his breath. The brunette did her best to squirm free but was unable to do so. At the same time one of his hands was again pressing against her thigh as he lay against her, and a feeling of utter helplessness began traversing through her quivering young body. She shuddered and quaked, totally out of control, feeling like a piece of newspaper being carelessly buffeted about in the storm outside, the rain weighing it down while the wind lifted it up. She was being crazily blown about by the constantly mounting winds of emotion, for though she hated this half-man even more than his master, her senses, quiescent for the past three days, were being taunted into arousal again, an arousal she was unable to control. The sound of the heavy rain pelting the thick window only enhanced everything that much more.
Adrienne was in a quandary. To begin with she didn't appreciate being touched by men she didn't invite to do so, yet her body was telling her now that it had been abused, there was no reason for her to hold back. The worst thing about it all was her conscience. It wasn't telling her to remain prim and proper, but rather that she did indeed belong to Isak Ibn Musa, and if she allowed this eunuch to have his way, she was being unfaithful.
God! She was living a nightmare. Her cunt was twitching, letting her know it ached to be filled with a hot, hard length of cock.
Outside, a bright flash of lightning seared across the night sky, lighting up everything for an instant, making the eunuch look like one of those evil idols she always saw in the gift shops-the fat, squatting ones with the wide smiles on their faces. Earsplitting thunder followed, creating the effect this half-man who lay beside her was some kind of evil demon.
"My God!" she gasped. "That was close." She was referring to the lightning.
"But I'm even closer," Abdul told her, and he was moving his meaty hand up the inside of her slender thigh toward the aching void of her pleading vagina. The fingers moved slowly but inexorably.
Adrienne suddenly managed to pull free. She rolled away from the eunuch, leaping to her feet, wincing with the pain she still felt as she tried moving away from Abdul. He was up and after her in an instant, and she backed into her small private bathroom.
He was grinning from ear-to-ear, saying something she didn't understand as his voice was blotted out by another peal of thunder. He had her trapped, and she knew it.
Grabbing her, he shoved her against the nearby bidet. The lid was closed as she fell back onto it, her shoulder slamming against the nearby sink, knocking her plastic drinking cup into it. She struggled hopelessly, wanting to pull away from him, thinking if she managed to get past him and out of the bathroom, she'd make it to the door and out into the hallway, where her screams would be heard by others.
"Damn you, Abdul!" she snapped at him in an angry tone of voice. "You're drunk and you know it. Drinking is one of the few pleasures left to someone like you, so I don't begrudge you that. But just leave me alone, huh?"
The glittering look in his eyes, little piggy eyes set in a great globe of a face, told her he had no intention of listening to her. She seemed fated to be used and abused by horrible men she didn't like. First the sheik, with his overbearing attitude of medieval behavior, as if she were an object rather than another human being. Now this eunuch who, obviously trained to think of women as creatures to be used for men's comfort, intended making use of her in spite of his obvious shortcomings. She was angry more than mortified, and the problem was, there was very little she was capable of doing to escape all this. If the sheik were to walk in right now, she was certain that although Abdul would be punished, he would blame her as much as the eunuch, and she would suffer greatly.
His hands grappled with her slender arms, then slid to the full roundness of her swollen mammaries, the banana-like fingers feeling her breasts again and again as if unable to get enough of her.
"I have no intention of leaving you alone, latest favorite of the glorious Ibn Musa, whose father made me as I am," the eunuch snorted. "I have sampled every one of his wives, and concubines save for the first bloated pig of a wife. None will admit it, even to one another, for were word to get out, the punishment would be death. Ibn Musa is a proud man. What's more, the death would be a lingering one."
The ominous thought that the eunuch was telling the truth about what Ibn Musa would do if they were caught terrified Adrienne. She had been brought here against her will, forced to give her body to a man she detested with the admonition that she was his whether she liked it or not, was beaten soundly for trying to escape, was now being threatened with rape by a horrible monster of what should be a man but was more like an obscene female with a penis. But the worst part of all this was the knowledge that if Ibn Musa learned of this attack on her person, she would be the one blamed, and she would suffer a terrible, long-suffering death. Whatever her faulis, and she began realizing the imperious way in which she had always acted was indeed a grievous fault, she had done nothing to deserve this.
"Abdul!" she gasped. "Don't do this! I asked for none of this, and now you're forcing yourself on me in addition to keeping me prepped for that devil you serve." She was leaning against the back wall, her body pressed against the flushometer of the bidet. "Tell me, how can you enjoy something like this when you know a woman is unwilling?"
"You're talking like a fool," the eunuch grunted. "Is there a woman in the world who would be interested in a man like me?" he asked, again squeezing the fullness of her left mammary. "Besides. I have a right to enjoy all these things as much as Ibn Musa. Fight me if you wish, woman. All the others fought, but all the others eventually surrendered and enjoyed what I did to them. What's more, on nights I know the master won't be here, I still occasionally use one of them. But tonight it's your turn, as it will be your turn again sometime in the future."
Abruptly his arms encircled her tightly and she was being lifted bodily from the bidet, hoisted high in the air. He held her as if she were no heavier than a rag doll, then carried her bodily out of the bathroom, back to the bedroom. He slowly walked over to the bed, grinning at her, his alcoholic breath almost overpowering her. She began writhing, kicking, struggling as her body squirmed in his arms. She even screamed, but that was hopeless since her room was soundproofed. She butted her head against the rolls of fat covering his forehead, but everything she did was useless.
The panting eunuch tossed her easily onto the wide bed, and before she was able to bounce off the down-filled mattress, he hurled himself weightily on top of her.
"Damn you...." she grunted, frightened out of her wits. "You let me go this minute."
When he didn't comply, she began crying as his ham-like hands reached out and firmly gripped her shoulders. His strength was far too great for her, and she lay back, unable to move.
Perhaps the fact that she was giving him orders, commanding him, letting him know that if her position in this harem was still an inferior one, she was still superior to him, irritated the eunuch. He'd had a lot to drink that evening, and the truth was, he was very much capable of raising an erection and shooting spermless seminal fluid. Added to that was the fact that it had been some time since he'd exercised his cock. He was warped with wanton desire, and as a result was determined to prove what he was capable of doing with this shudderingly helpless woman who had dared give him any kind of order.
The worst part of all this was the struggling was arousing Adrienne. She was inwardly thrilled this man was risking death for her body, and though she outwardly put on a show of constsnt resistance, she was internally overjoyed.
The eunuch, practiced at undressing women, proceeded to remove the garments from the kicking, struggling Adrienne. His hands, so femininely soft, yet so masculinely strong, overwhelmed her. For a moment she lay perfectly still.
The eunuch seemed to be lulled into believing she would do as he wished, and he relaxed. This gave Adrienne the opportunity for which she had been waiting. She kicked out, then rolled to the side and slid off the bed. She knew it was hopeless to expect to get away from this grotesque caricature of a man, and perhaps deep down she did want to experience what he intended doing to her, but the fact was, she had to salve her conscience by making every possible effort to escape this hulk, at least knowing she hadn't willingly yielded.
She was on her feet again, but so was he. The bathroom door was shut, and so was the door leading to the hallway. She moved to the opposite wall, her back pressing against the cold clamminess of the inch-thick window. The storm outside was blowing all the more intensely, causing the wind to whistle that much louder. Reaching out, she grabbed the gauzy material of the curtains and pulled it across her full, firm breasts as if hiding herself from the eunuch.
"Abdul! You get out of here this instant!" she ordered. "Don't you dare touch me!"
The portly man's wheezing breath sounded that much louder now as he reached out and effortlessly gripped her slender wrist, yanking her arm to the side. He performed this with such brutal casualness she realized he was letting her know she had no chance against his overpowering strength. Her firm, young, full breasts bounced uncontrollably up and down before the glittering little piggy eyes as he stared hungrily at them, licking his lips. He half-grunted, half-groaned as he continued anxiously gaping with rapt attention at the rounded swells of her full, firm white flesh. She had thick nipples and large areolae, truly a houri destined to please any man at any time. She was a woman of great beauty, but more than that, she was a woman different from the others in the harem for she had knowledge greater than that of most men.
With a hungering animal savagery the bloated man stepped hurridly toward her, and when he caught her he once again surrounded her with his heavy arms. One arm moved lower, surrounding her narrow waist, and with his other arm he forced her to bend over backward as she struggled to pull away from him. The beautiful woman did her best to protest, and her constant verbal chatter soon became too much for Abdul. He clamped a fat hand over her mouth, applying violently painful pressure to make her understand he wanted her to shut up. Her head slammed back and hit the thick window pane, but aside from a small, painful bump, there was no damage.
Adrienne found herself helplessly pinned between the eunuch's weightly pressing gross body and the heavily paned window behind her. She was bent backward from the waist up, totally naked, thus her moonshaped breasts, two delightfully full, bobbing globes shimmered nakedly up and down, tilting at an angle where the fat man's slavering mouth was able to hungrily masticate them with ease. He was on the verge of being insane with the lust that had invaded his wine-clouded brain as he anxiously and avariciously sucked at the tasty, distended nipples, both of which looked like thick, pink grapes at the moment. He clamped his wide mouth over each of them, savoring tham one at a time, and then he sucked firmly, after-which he began biting down hungrily on each of them, making them enlarge even more. He enjoyed the way she responded, her nipples becoming tautly capsuled between his teeth.
Though she didn't want to, Adrienne was aware of feeling a strong inner heat developing ,the same kind of heat Ibn Musa had always managed to generate in her. It made her wonder now if it was the man who was responsible for her inner feelings, or it was simply the idea of becoming sexually involved with any man. She felt like a female version of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, only instead of changing from good to evil, she was changing from a sexual introvert to an extrovert. Like the doctor, each time she came into contact with the cause of her changing, the change took place more swiftly. Eventually, he was able to transform without the medicine at all. It made Adrienne wonder if she would discover arousal and desire without anyone making overtures to her. This was becoming a nightmare. What made it even worse was her inability to resist.
Nevertheless, she continued struggling valiantly, at least outwardly, with all her might, but her frenetic squirming did precisely what she secretly knew it would do; it excited her all the more, and in the process aroused the half-drunk eunuch even more, urging him to greater physical contact with her, worsening what was taking place between them. His savagely powerful woman-like hips of meaty rolls were continually being ground relentlessly against her shuddering body. She was very definitely aware of the rapidly growing stiffness of his throbbing phallus beneath his straining balloon-like pants, and wobbling belly. It had to be huge in order for her to feel it beneath all that flesh.
Her beautiful head was forced back and her roundly full and naked breasts once again pointed themselves sensuously toward the ceiling. They glistened moistly in the darkness, shining all the more when lightning flashed across the night sky and lit up the multitude of drops beading on the window. Her full and heaving mounds were sodden and slick with the blubbery man's saliva as his continually hungrily sucking mouth constantly darted from one erect nipple to the other, turning them from thick pink pennies into long coral pinkies.
Finally the struggling young female attorney was able to turn her face to the side, gasping and panting, at last able to free her lips from the pressure of his clamping hand, and thus able to breathe a little better in the process.
"Abdul!" she snapped, her voice more authoritative now than ever before as another blast of thunder blasted across the night sky. "Stop doing this! It's me! I'm the new favorite of Sheik Isak Musa, Light of the East, favored of Allah. Release me!"
If he persisted this time, she knew in her own mind she would be guiltless. Even if the sheik somehow or other discovered what had taken place, no matter what he did to her, in her own mind she would be totally blameless.
"Indeed!" the eunuch said, his voice whispering with a soft, effeminate softness, his voice actually sounding as if it were caressing the word.
But he did release her and stood back, almost crouching and looking all the more ridiculous considering his bulk. He stared at her with wildly glittering little eyes, anxiously, hungrily, and then he let out a tittering laugh that was clearly empty of any humor and filled with intense violence. Even worse, the sneer on his face, lit up by lightening again, he felt toward women the way Moslem men felt-that they were clearly inferior and should be treated as such. In addition, he had the natural hate of a eunuch for a female, knowing he was incapable of siring any children on them.
Adrienne remained standing against the thickly paned window, feeling the cool of the glass touching her naked back, and in spite of its thickness she was certain she felt the power of the rain as it pelted against the pane. Each time the lightening flashed and she saw the eunuch's hungry eyes, she felt that much more exposed, totally naked, her twin, fearfully heaving, swelling, bouncing mounds leaping wildly on her chest, looking so inviting and resilient as she tried gasping for air, finding it more and more difficult to breathe in this monster's presence.
She did her best not to move, aware that any motion on her part might suddenly rouse the grotesque imitation of a man to violence. Though her body still felt a strong need for a good, solid cock, she had no desire to be overpowered and crushed. His huge body made it all the harder for him to get drunk unless he ingested great quantities of wine, and so he'd probably drunk a lot more than she had realized. His eyes, small as they were, looked like little glass marbles, shining with the glistening of wanton desire in addition to the alcohol. But somehow she had to try and get it through his pig-like skull that he mustn't touch her. In the event it was impossible for her to keep him from fucking her, she wanted to make certain he didn't cause her undue pain.
"Abdul!" she said in her imperious tone of voice. "Hear me, Abdul! You must listen to what I say, otherwise the sheik will find out, and he'll punish both of us. He'll cut off your you-know-what and make you eat it. You have to stop this, now!"
She spoke in a strong voice, yet a soothing voice, as if addressing a disbbedient child, a retarded child, and she did her best to reassure him that everything would be fine if he did as she instructed. "You have to do as I say, Abdul!" she told him. "I'm the one the sheik wants at the moment, and if he discovers I've been used, the hell that awaits the both of us is too horrendous to put into words. As a slave of the master, you have the right to enter my room and make certain no harm has come to me. But if that door remains shut for any length of time, others will become curious and they'll want to check for themselves and find out why things aren't all right. The smart thing would be to leave now...."
She never had the chance to finish the sentence, and it made her realize this was one of the few times she had ever lost a vocal argument. She realized she was shrieking long and loud without meaning too, and then her cry was once again cut off by a loud blast of thunder as the flabbily tank-like, bare-faced bald man reached out and ruthlessly gripped her wrists, and with a strength she never dreamed he possessed, yanked her across the room, all but snapping her body as if it were some kind of bullwhip. He gripped her wrists solidly, and when she was all the way out, far away from him, he tugged her to his left and "whipped" her onto the bed. He threw her around as if she were a straw in the wind, making her aware of the incredible strength he possessed. He hurled her as if she were some kind of fly he was flicking with the end of a snake whip. She found herself literally soaring through the air and then coming down, her knees hitting the edge of the down mattress. The momentum flung her forward, belly-down so that her astonished face smacked into the covers of the bed.
Adrienne bounced up on her knees, reacting to the sudden, overpowering recoil from hitting the mattress, but before she was able to move further, the amorphous shape of the bulky man was all over her from the rear, all but encompassing her. His fat hand gripped the nape of her slender, small neck from behind, his fingers curling around so they, along with his thumb, pressed into her adam's apple like painful steel bands. The eunuch squeezed a little more, unconsciously tightening his grip, and a gurgle of fear came from Adrienne's choking throat as he slammed her lovely face into the pillows. For one terrible instant she was afraid he intended suffocating her.
His free hand wrapped itself around her slender waist, caressing the naked flesh of her belly, flatly massaging it. He rubbed and built molten flame in the depths of her belly, making her quiver with lust. His hands continued working, one lightly rubbing her neck while keeping her head forced against the pillow, while the other hand smoothly rubbed the rounded contours of her soft, small buttocks. His touch made her all the more aware of how totally exposed she was to him and his intentions.
In the fracas her bare feet had started bleeding again, and she felt pain, but she knew he wasn't going to stop now. If she survived this ordeal, he might get some slave to put a balm on her soles.
At the moment she was simply pinned helplessly to the bed, the covers beneath massaging her spikedout nipples, both unbelievably sensitive because of the manner in which he had suckled and chewed them before.
She was suddenly aware of his heavy breathing, and she realized the storm outside was abating as the one within both of them was only first beginning to mount. Abdul's lust was a combination of many things: alcohol exertion, hate for what had been done to him, and a continual swelling of his uncontrollable desires that had remained in spite of the removal of his testicles. The eunuch was filled with a triumphant and maddening wildness that continually coursed and surged through his blood into the throbbing length of his bar of iron-solid phallus, a phallus that seemed smaller than it was because he was so mountainous. The head was a ruby red, and pounding with such need, it looked ready to burst at any moment. Even in the dimness of the room it was evident.
Abdul stared at the lovely white body of his master's latest concubine, looking at the lovely hollow of her slender back, and the way in which it arched up to where her delicately smooth and rounded shoulderblades curved out like a pair of white dove's little wings. She heard him panting heavily as he continued staring, his mouth filled with sputum, ready to drool at the tantalizing softness of her lovely flesh, at its delictable swollen fullness in the right areas, and especially at the wonderfully and delightful and extravagant way her full and ripely contoured asscheeks blossomed into twin mounds of tremblingly succulent softness before his staring, blinking, wide-open little piggy eyes.
Another flash of lightening lit up the room for an instant as a loud gust of wind continued howling outside, creating ghostly night sounds. Everything seemed so crazily strange and totally out of proportion to Adrienne. Once again she was about to be raped-once again her body yearned for it-once again her mind hated the man about to perform this horrible thing.
A grumbling, almost salaciously obscene sound of wanton animal lust and desire came from the throat of the eunuch as he lifted her lovely head from the bed. This made Adrienne arch her back that much more, and the result was two tiny ripples traveling down either side of her quivering spine. The lovely brunette was unable to do anything other then remain kneeling there, subservient to a eunuch, of all things.
With his rictus of a mouth twisting into a half-drunken grin of licentious desire, the fat, bald, bloated man stared down at the helplessly pinioned young concubine of Sheik Isak Ibn Musa. He saw her propped, her elbows and forearms beneath her, pushing her body up somewhat, finally managing to take a lot of the agonizing pressure off her strainingly tortured neck. Her beautiful face was wincing as she did her best to force her head erect. But her voice was hoarse and thick with terror as she gasped out, "Abdul ... you're ... uhhhhhh ... hurting meee ... if ... aaaa nnnn hhhh ... I'm damaged ... oooooh ... the sheik will notice it ... and ... aaaaannnnn-hhh-hhh ... hold you responsible...."
It was the one statement that was indisputable at the moment, even though her voice made it sound like a plea. The truth was, the eunuch was at times unaware of his strength and the fact that he was hurting her more than even he realized. The way in which his banana-like fingers gripped her slender, small neck had him pressing on nerves, and she was desperate in her need of relief. She pushed against the bed with her hands and lifted her slender form a little more. In so doing, her fully bloated, melon-sized mammaries were now tightly squeezing against each other between her arms, creating a deep-shadowed cleavage between them.
The eunuch, at that moment, was unable to see how arousing were her breasts. Rather he was staring with insidious desire at the sculpted forms of her twin rear cheeks, looking at the roundness of her buttocks and the darkly inviting crevice that separated them. He watched the way they moved and shuddered and tensed continually with the motion of the lovely girl's struggles as Adrienne did her best to relieve the overpowering pressure on her neck. The rapaciously aroused half-man was deeply gloating within himself as he stared at the way her detightful muscles rippled and her rounded, taut asscheeks became firm and full, after which they would relax for an instant, and then they would tighten and become firm and full and delectable to the eye all over again, making the eunuch's thick penis swell that much more. Allah! But she was something to look at, this choice morsel the sheik had selected to become his most recent concubine. The sheik was so often occupied with business, his women were lonely and left to themselves. True, many of them joined in the joys of lesbos, but not one of them objected to being fucked by Abdul after their initiation to his cock. He kept them happy when the sheik was gone, and the best part of it was there was no way to prove their infidelity because Abdul was sterile. He knew the other wives and concubines were grateful Sheik Musa Ibn Isak, father of Isak Ibn Musa, who had gelded Abdul, hadn't removed his probe along with his jewels.
Totally drunk for the moment, which was the way he was whenever he was certain there was no possibility of the sheik unexpectedly returning and catching him, and now driven by the wanton need to fuck this lovely female, he knelt above the bent-forward body of his master's latest choice, enjoying the delightful sight of her beautifully arched back. He hooked the fingers of his free hand between the smoothness of her lovely thighs, thighs that were tightly clenched together for the moment, and once again he forced her face into the pillows as he applied crushing pressure to her short neck.
"Ggggg hhhh uuuu nnnn gggg hhhh mmmm ffff ... no-o-o-o-ommmmfffff ... don't do thisfffff ... my God ... you're hurting mfffffffff ... meeeeeeee ... stop it, Abdul ... you'll leave marks on my neck and Ibn Musa'll see them and wonder where they came ff-ffffffffffmmmmmmm...."
Alcohol was drifting like misty wisps through the befogged brain of the bloated man, and his blubbery temples were pounding with the brutal lust he was feeling as desire continued to burst unabated through his porcine form, making him ache and tremble with desire to totally possess this sexily desirous female. This made his penis feel hammers of blood beating through its arteries, letting him know his desire for her was overwhelming. Ahhh yesss! At last he finally had her all to himself. He had waited all these days for now. Here she was, totally naked, helpless, exactly the way he wanted her. She was really some sweet and lovely little bitch, and he intended using her just as he had used all of Ibn Musa's other women, not to mention the multitudes of women belonging to his father before him.
Incited and aroused beyond belief, the drunken de-testicled slave of the sheik finally let go of the latest addition to Ibn Musa's harem and lurched backward for a moment. He staggered around the room as if he were a punch-drunk fighter as he struggled to remove his clothing. He looked ridiculous as he staggered around the room, but Adrienne was so filled with fear, she saw nothing funny in his behavior. Inwardly she was praying for some kind of interruption, but knew she dared not move lest the eunuch, unaware of his strength, snap her neck.
The helpless dark-haired woman turned her head and looked at the way the eunuch' was removing his scant clothing, seemingly taking forever to get rid of his few garments. At the moment she was up on her knees and using one arm to cover her breasts, ignoring the fact that her rounded buttocks were still on open display to the man's leering, drunken stare. Her short, dark-brown, curly hair was already very mussed, and now it framed her adorable face with its loose strands, giving her face the tousled appearance of a truly wanton slut. Her arm remained crossed over her breast, pressing tightly against her paps. All this did was cause her mammeries to quiver and shudder that much more, making the eunuch even more aware of their fleshy fullness.
"Abdul!" she panted in a low voice, knowing if she shrieked out loud it would only make him that much angrier and cause him to hurt her even more. The last thing she needed was additional pain, and so she once again tried reasoning with the eunuch. "Abdul, for the love of heaven, stop this! Get dressed and get out of here. It's bad enough I have to fight off the sheik's caresses without having to suffer through you, as well."
But the fat, jelly-like hippo of a human stood there, panting heavily, seemingly ignoring whatever it was she had to say. His little piggy eyes glistened, making her so terrified she finally shrank from his stare, truly horrified beyond belief, pain streaking through the nape of her neck as her eyes constantly glanced about the bedroom, looking for some means of escape. Somehow, in some way, she had to get through to the man before he damaged her, possibly doing some permanent trouble-marking her skin so that the sheik would see it and know she had been unfaithful to him. Not that she felt she belonged to him, but he was maniacal when it came to women, and when he felt a female was his, no matter what the female felt, his own will seemingly prevailed.
The eunuch seemed totally berserk at the moment. He was no longer the faithful guard of the harem, but rather he was acting like a wanton man who still possessed balls.
Finally the eunuch had himself totally undressed. His chest, like his head, was totally devoid of hair, and he looked like a living mountain of gelatin. He was breathing loudly through his nose, his grimy body covered with gallons of heavy perspiration, and she realized it was his mounting sexual desire-a desire he was supposed to lack, but one which he obviously felt more strongly than many men who still had their scrotum.
The bloated man continued grinning widely at the helpless woman on the bed as he stomped around the room, admiring her from all angles, obviously so certain about his mastery over her and the fact that they would remain uninterrupted, that he was purposely taking his time. His mind seemed to be clearing a little, the drunken fog no longer maintaining complete control over him, but it didn't lessen his desire for Adrienne. He loved seeing them frightened by his grossness the first time he encountered them, as this one so terrifyingly cowered on the bed, her thighs clamped tightly together, her lovely buns sticking up in the air. Even the bareness of her pussy, the pussy from which he, personally, had tweezed the sparse hairs, was delightful. With her thighs clenched tightly together, her cunt looked like another mouth, and one of the mirrors off to his left showed the way her arm remained crossed over her breast, bunching them like white, straining lunar orbs as she did her best to hide them. He laughed out loud as he saw the reflections of her areolae, the twin nipples peeping over her arms like two inquisitive little eyes aching to look around and see just what was taking place.
"Abdul!" she said, her voice as imperious as ever. "I'm warning you, either you stop this immediately, or so help me I'll find a way to get through that door and scream for help."
But even as she spoke, there was another distant clap of thunder that just about blotted out her words, making her aware of the fact that the storm was still raging outside. It was as if the very heavens were siding against her.
The bloated man paused for an instant, his tiny eyes blinking, his meaty hands pressed into his hips, hips as round and as smooth as those of any fat woman. He remained that way for some time, staring at her and letting his voracious appetite for her build even higher. As a result, his cock, with it's bright-red tip swelled even more, as if letting her know it would soon be foraging within her helpless body.
Dear God! It looked larger and more monstrous than before, and Adrienne realized it was the fat of his body that kept her from appreciating just how long and thick Abdul's cock was. But the worst part of all this was the wanton desire she was feeling charging through her own shuddering body. Perhaps she was nothing more than a harlot at heart, with a whore's inner instincts, and perhaps she was a fool to fight these instincts. Her mind drifted back to when the sheik had forced her to suck on his tool. Though she had claimed to have hated it initially, she had soon grown to love it. Looking at Abdul's erection made her mouth water as if she wanted to suck on his, as well. What was wrong with her? Why did she have these inner desires?
Her fingers flew to her lips as if trying to clamp them tight as she realized Abdul's cock was probably almost as long and as thick as that of the sheik. It was grossly stiff and swollenly elongated, and each time a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, she was more aware than ever of the way it pulsated. At such time she was able to see the thick veins lacing their way through the massive monstrosity, veins that didn't stand out nearly as strongly in the cock of Isak Ibn Musa. Arteries throbbed in the organ, carrying blood to the tiny sacs that made the cock swollen with stiffness as well as bloating the head of his penis and making it look like an oversized plum. Unlike Ibn Musa, Abdul's cock was not circumcised. There had been no need since it was thought his penis served merely to let him void. As a result, it had a thick collar of flesh around the corona, and each time lightning flashed, the cock seemed to issue more fluid and as a result became coated that much more, shining brightly. His broad, long rigidity stood out from his rhino-like body and seemingly swung heavily toward her as if it were sniffing her out before actually striking like the hooded cobra it resembled.
His penis looked so strange, so different, and then she realized it was his lack of testicles that made it look so weird. She had never seen a penis without testicles before. In fact, prior to Ibn Musa, she had never seen any kind of man's penis before. A cock without balls was a bull without horns, a stag without antlers. Her mind dwelled for a moment on the wrinkled sac dangling from Ibn Musa's groin, and she had to admit the testicles were as natural to a man as his cock, and now, seeing one without the other, well, it was like seeing the World's Fair pylon of 1939 without seeing the sphere beside it. Yet Abdul's penis was the only one in sight, and though her mind continued rejecting it, her body was clamoring for it. It was precisely what her aching body needed.
The eunuch's bloated belly rippled in great waves before him, making Adrienne think he looked like some kind of oversized armadillo with flab in place of armor. His hairless chest with the heavy, woman-like breasts seemed so out of place on a man with such a monstrous prick.
The rest of his body had stretch marks all over, but there was no further sign of veins. His fat seemingly covered everything, and Adrienne detested the wart hog of a human more than ever, yet her eyes were unable to get past his penis, and they displayed a longing her mind kept trying to quell.
With a high-pitched, pig-like squeal, the sheik's harem guard, the halfman who ruled all the other eunuch's in the Park Avenue Garden of Allah and who was supposed to be faithfully protecting the sheik's women for him, was suddenly hurling himself on top of the helpless woman. Adrienne twisted her face away, not wanting to look at what this ogre of a man intended doing to her as he sent her helpless feminine form sprawling on its belly on the bed. He hurled his body on top of hers, his bloated belly pressing into her back, his weight knocking the wind out of her lungs. As a result she temporarily felt a star-studded blackness cover her eyes while pain spread through her belly as air rushed out of her.
His thick, blubbery lips were kissing the nape of her neck, his weighty dangling chins rubbing the small of her back, and when she began gasping, he silenced her by gripping her hair with his thick fingers and shoving her face into the mattress. The eunuch all but bruised her soft back with his voracious mouth, hungrily slobbering all over her with his unwanted kisses.
Adrienne fought to catch her breath, thinking she was going to gag and suffocate as she became aware of the mountainous weight pressing down on her, as well as the long heated stiffness of his throbbing cock continuing to pulsate against her fearfully cringing buttocks. She was also aware of the fact that she had expected to feel the pressure of a scrotum, and it was missing.
Tears dimmed her lovely brown eyes, not because she was weeping for herself. Rather she was crying because she knew, against her will, she loved what this man was doing to her. Though she might have been able to struggle against the fact that he was overpowering her, she wasn't able to fight against the simpie fact that she wanted all this to happen, even with this grotesque imitation of a man.
His knees forced her slender thighs wide apart, and with the flat of his meaty palm against the smoothness of her belly, he forced her to her knees again, letting her know by a series of pinches he would punish her agonizingly if she allowed herself to fall flat on the bed again. His fingers ran over the smooth skin of her tender inner flanks, then he forced her soft loins even farther apart until the straining cords of muscle stood out like fleshy cables along her upper thighs, making her gasp.
With all her strength, Adrienne decided one more time she would do her best to keep herself from being used by this bloated beast, and she tugged her face from the covers beneath her and sobbed out loud.
"Stop! For the love of God! Stop! Abdul! You're hurting me! You'll leave bruises, and the sheik will want to know where they came from, and when he forces me to tell him, we'll both suffer the consequences. Aren't I in enough trouble as it is, being dragged off to this place and forced to be subservient and slave-like to the monster you call your master? Must I suffer at your hands too? Have you no pity?"
"Pity?" he asked with a high-pitched roar. "What kind of pity should I have? I suffered far more pain than you when, as a three-year old boy, I was gelded, supposedly made into a capon. The sheik's father did it to me, personally. He used a ceremonial knife, then seared the cut with another heated blade, and buried me up to my waist in hot sand for a day and a night to make certain I healed properly. My father sold me to the sheik in order to buy bread to feed his family, and this is what was done to me. At night, I sometimes feel throbbing pain where there should be no pain. I feel no pity for you, because there's nothing I can do for you that will benefit me. What little pleasure I get from life is from food and from the sheik's women. I'll go on enjoying such pleasure as long as possible, living in the sheik's harem, eating his food, enjoying his women since, as a slave, I receive no money to buy things of my own. What's more, I'll go on enjoying you, Miss Charman. Whenever Isak Ibn Musa isn't here, you'll do as I say, for if he catches me, he also catches you, and I promise you, he'll kill you slowly, by filling your cunt with live coals."
He delivered a stinging slap to her lovely rump declining to talk further. Turned away from him as she was, she was totally unaware he had intended slapping her, only knowing when his hand finally flattened her asscheeks and the pain sponged into her buttocks, numbness instantly charged through her. She gasped, realizing no matter what she said it would do her no good. Yet her body exulted, because deep down she knew he was going to fuck her, and in spite of all her arguments against it, this was what she wanted most.
With a squealing grunt the eunuch shifted his heavy weight aoain. When Adrienne flailed her arms behind her, doing her best to attempt brushing the man away, he gripped her two slender wrists and pinned her arms helplessly behind her, holding both of them with a single meaty paw.
Gasping, she became aware of the weight of his pulsing cock, as if the organ had gained weight along with the rest of him. The heatedly throbbing head of the twitching phallus was pressing against the anxiety-tensed entrance to her waiting vaginal interior. The shocked Adrienne, her buttocks numb with pain, clamped her muscles tightly together as, in spite of the wants and needs of her cunt, she strained to keep him from entering her. She had to prevent penetration because her mind told her this was merely another brutal rape. Every sexual encounter had been a brutal one, so far. In spite of the thrills coursing through her body and the urgent needs of her hot pussy, her mind rebelled at the idea of constantly being used without permission. Her knees dug into the bed and she found herself unable to move. Her entire slender form quaked as she became aware of the heavy pressure pushing at the tiny vaginal opening between her thighs. The pressure began to instantly build higher and higher, and then she realized, because of his position, and the way her thighs were clamped together, her cunt was even narrower than normal, and as a result, the thick cock pushing into her would stretch her that much more until the pain would be almost impossible for her to withstand. As he shoved, every living membrane within her became a searing agony as her vagina felt opened up all the wider than it felt the day Isak Ibn Musa had torn her virginity from her quailing cunt. Oh God!
She was screeching at the top of her high-pitched voice as very abruptly his insistently thick and probing phallic invader began its driving movement forward, easily spreading her defenselessly opened and helpless vaginal lips. Her labia parted very reluctantly because of the narrowness and the pain, which temporarily drove desire out of her mind. It was the sheer pressure of his thrust that forced them to separate, and then they opened all the more easily as her cunt, in spite of the agony it felt, let her know it was intent on having what Abdul had to offer, even in this bent-over position with her back to him.
Abdul straightened up, his eyes looking straight down as he forced her thighs open and pushed his knees between them. His licentious eyes hungrily stared at the way their bodies were nakedly enjoined. At the same time his excitedly pulsating phallus remained poised, the hooded cowl pulled back tightly from the tip-a tip that was now blood-red in color. With seethingly wanton lust he licked his lips as he stared at the way her widely stretched, totally hairless labia continued parting to make room for his continually plunging phallic lance of vibrating flesh.
Her entire, seething cuntal furrow was trembling, but in spite of the pain the fear was gone, and anticipation was all that she felt. The eunuch cocked his hips, and he hurled his lust-bloated phallic spear forward, staring hungrily at her sucking cuntlips from behind and they way they molded themselves to encompass the mighty organ burying itself slowly but certainly in her.
Her inner labia folded in on themselves because of the driving force of his powerful entry, and though Abdul was unable to see it, when he pushed forward a little more, the scar where his severed balls had been attached to his body pressed between her labia as well, making her clitoris tingle. The man-in-the-boat was vibrantly erect, pulsating in the tightness of its own moist valley, making the helpless Adrienne aware her body wanted and needed this so much, fighting against it was a completely lost cause.
The eunuch, seeing the way her body was reacting, laughed out loud, a laugh that ended abruptly in a shout as he thrust his bloated hips violently forward, causing the lovely female attorney he was supposed to be guarding for his master to cry out in surprise as his penetrating phallic insinuator-like a thickening stake-continued plunging its way that much more deeply into the center of her womanhood, feeling her narrow inner depths suck on him.
Adrienne was aware of her helplessly trembling white, inner thighs being spread that much more painfully apart, but this time she was actually enjoying the pain, knowing there was so much pleasure going along with it. The mighty cock continued sinking into the tenderness of her helplessly stretched cunt, forcing her quivering asscheeks to tightly clench around the little pucker of her brown anus. Her toes curled against her feet, feet that bounced uncontrollably on the covers of the bed beneath her as her knees continued sinking into the down-filled mattress. Once again she was a slave.
The eunuch wasted no time. He began plunging and withdrawing, his cock rapidly moving in and out, pounding into her as if he were a stud bull intent on impregnating her rather than a man capable of merely shooting blanks. He brutally and lasciviously fucked in and out of her tight little pussy, repeatedly driving his long, thick pike between her clinging walls, pounding heedlessly away with his wetly glistening phallus seemingly thickening and swelling that much more.
The continued fucking of the eunuch belonging to the man who had kidnapped her was uncontrolled and merciless, and his eighty hands were traveling all over her slender form. She shuddered all the more uncontrollably as thrills built inside her with unbelievable rapidity, once again reinforcing her belief that the more she was fucked, the more she needed to be fucked. Delight swarmed through her, making her lose total control of herself. .
The eunuch's hands pinched her dangling nipples while caressing and massaging the soft flesh of her belly and her breasts. He was careful to leave no marks as he caressed her shoulders and massaged her buttocks. For all his weight, he had a way about him, raping her with such deliciousness, she wanted him to go on doing it again and again.
Adrienne wasn't used to this position at all, and a first time using any position made sex that much more enjoyable to her-as if she were feeling it all for the first time. She was learning something new, something she had never done before. Her mind had surrendered to her body again, and as a result she was aware of the overpowering bliss slowly building within her, growing greater with every passing moment. She wanted to shriek, not with agony, but with delight, to let the whole world know how good she felt. But even now her mind told her, in spite of the soundproofing, the wisest course was to make as little noise as possible. Enjoy what she was feeling, but don't let the eunuch know how much pleasure he was giving her, otherwise he'd be back for seconds.
Each delightfully savage lunge was being felt in the deepest part of her womanly canal, and she felt her trembling form being delightfully jostled as he continued anxiously pounding his throbbingly vibrating stiffness firmly into her sucking center over and over. His penile tip hit her backwall again and again, causing Adrienne to clench her eyes tightly shut and wince with every powering drive. He was slamming into her so solidly the force of his crashing lunges was shoving her helpless body squirmingly across the bed as she bounced on her knees. Her head was pressing against the cushions at the head of her bed.
Quaking uncontrollably, Adrienne continued writhing and squirming as she rotated her quivering body to receive the fullest effect from what the bloated male behind her was doing. She found herself gasping with unrestrained desire, though her voice seemingly sounded to the eunuch as if she were actually protesting what he was doing, making him think himself even more domineering and overpowering than he had initially believed. His hatred of women made him enjoy his dominance of them that much more.
It was just as well he was fucking her from this particular position. Not seeing his face and the rolls of fat on his body kept her from being disgusted. She imagined she was being fucked by some handsome lover-not the sheik, whom she still hated, but some unknown man whom she found endearing. He would be the most singularly wonderful of all men as he kept on fucking her.
The eunuch was slamming into her with all the violence he was capable of mustering, his soft hands gripping her buttocks, his fingers clutching her firmly, but not digging deep enough to leave marks as he held the rounded flesh while her cheeks continued spasmodically undulating again and again.
Abdul felt a slow aching pressure starting to build in his pelvis. This was the way it always began. He had no balls in which to feel pressure, and as a result the strain was in his pubis. It was painful, and it demanded release as the gland at the base of his phallus, his prostate let him know it was filled with bubbling seminal fluid, fluid totally devoid of sperm. All this did was make him flatten his hands against her round hips all the more firmly and pull her back all the more certainly, driving his cock all the deeper into her tunnel. Her rounded asscheeks frantically writhed and squirmed as he pressed his thumbs into them for a better grip, making her aware of the unbelievable strength he possessed. She was quivering from head to toe, her body aware of the sweeping thrills coursing through as passion overtook her and she felt drops of his saliva as he spat out his passion.
"Allah ... fuck ... fuck, woman ... fuck ... harrr-derrrr ... yes ... yes ... don't stop now ... fuck harrr-derrrrrr ... oooooooohhhhhhh...." he loudly gasped and moaned, continually intensifying the hard thrusts of his overpowering drives, stroking that much more solidly into her so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle against the solidly straining round orbs of her lovely asscheeks. All the while the thickness of his driving penis continued thickly ramming itself into the deeply hidden recesses of her tightly squirming belly as she gasped out her lust for more of what he was giving her.
His pudgy left hand snaked around her body, his arm like a swollen python as his fingers moved to her front and began massaging her clitoris. This was the icing on the cake as far as Adrienne was concerned. She was already feeling an overpowering buildup in the seething depths of her vagina, and the lovely woman realized she was going to have not one, but two orgasms, and she would feel them simultaneously. She would feel one sensation begin in her vagina while the other built in her clitoris, and the two would merge into a single, overpowering blast of lust. As it was, the sensations were mounting, building ever higher in her quaking self as if some friendly demon was intent on making certain she enjoyed her ravishment so that next time she would resist a little less. A sudden series of bursting thunderbolts chased one another through her, one behind the other as the lovely helpless woman shrieked out her completion.
"AAAIII YYYEEE AAAGGGHHAAA NNN-GGGHHH UUUNN!" she bellowed, the sound of her voice drowned out by a distant clap of thunder from the waning storm.
Now it was the eunuch's turn. He bit his lip to keep from shouting his own joy as the pain shot through his groin and charged through his penis, turning into sheer bliss as relief swamped his body while sperm left him. He climaxed again and again, lowering his bald head letting his smooth chin rub across her soft shoulders as his lips blubberingly kissed the soft indentation between her neck and her body to keep himself from being heard. His cock fired blast after blast of spermless semen into her cunt again and again, flooding her interior with constant shots of his gushing fluid.
When it was finally over, and he pulled his cock from her feminine funnel, it came out with a loud "pop" as she realized he had softened, but his thickness hadn't reduced itself by that much. He panted heavily, his arms on either side of his body supporting him, keeping him from falling on top of her.
Adrienne finally turned over, and it occurred to her that in spite of the delightful overpowering sensations she had felt, her body was clamoring for more. It was, as if having become used to what she had, she was also becoming immune to it, and as a result felt the need to have more and greater climaxes in order for her to enjoy herself as much as she had, originally.
"More!" she said in a softly commanding voice to the eunuch who hovered over her, looking as if he was bowing to her vagina.
"I'm drained, oh loveliest flower of the sheik's garden," he told her.
"But I want more," she softly, imperiously insisted, and reaching out, sank her fingers into the man's bald skull, shoving his face into the sodden softness of her dripping cunt. His face was crammed into her feminine oscitancy, and as his fluid leaked out, she made certain his tongue caught it all and he swallowed it back into his own body. At the same time she thrilled for the first time to a tongue washing across her clitoris as the eunuch expertly lapped, letting her know he had obviously been employed to do this many times before by the other women.
The lapping tongue made her aware of this new way to enjoy sex, and she was determined to have more of it-if not from the sheik himself, then from the eunuch.
Abdul was taken completely by surprise by her turnaround, and he realized at this point he was no longer the aggressor. He felt like a Samson in the hands of a Delilah, aware how much stronger he was than she, yet unable to do anything about it at the moment, in no way able to protect himself, allowing her to humiliate and debase him with her cunt rubbing up and down all over his face, smearing his own secretions against his chin and cheeks as his tongue leaped out and constantly washed her pink gash repeatedly.
Adrienne realized that in the future, she would be unable to resist Abdul or any other male. To do so, would only be to prolong the necessary sensations her body now let her know she needed. Common sense told her she had better not fight sex. The smart thing to do was to enjoy it to the utmost and still seek some way out of the sheik's possession. By doing that, she would make life that much more bearable while still here.
But once on the outside, she knew now she would be gathering a quota of men to fulfill her desires. No longer would she wait for Mr. Right. Whoever he was, he would have to accept the fact that she enjoyed men. If he wanted her, he would have to take her as she was, and not as the untouched virgin he hoped for. Besides, who heard of a virgin at her age.
The eunuch rose and dressed himself while she slid from the bed and went to the bathroom where she employed the bidet to remove any remaining deposits from within her. When she returned to the bedroom, Abdul was gone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The following day, able to walk a little better, Adrienne was allowed to return to the main harem room. As usual, her bed-couch, like all the others, was freshly prepared, and if she chose to rest on it, she would be able to do so. But despite the pain in the soles of her feet, Adrienne was becoming restless. She didn't like harem life, not at all.
She wandered to the window and looked out at the avenue below, seeing the teeming quantities of people hurrying back and forth, aching to be with them again.
Looking around the main room, she noticed Peggy was absent, and she wondered if the woman was in her time of the month. If so, she wouldn't be permitted to be with the other women. When the sheik walked into the main harem room and saw his concubines there, he wanted to be able to knock off a piece with any one of them. So anyone in the main room was also available.
She went to Peggy's bedroom, but the door was open and Peggy wasn't there. She saw Judith in the main room, and walking over to her, asked, "Where's Peggy?"
"Shopping," Judith shrugged. "When our lord and master has determined for himself that we have no wish to leave him, we're often allowed to dress as we did before we came here. Then we shop and go to the theater and eat out. I'm allowed out two days a week. Ruth, the begum, that is, the wife of wives, goes out whenever she pleases. Peggy, because she has given the light of the East a son, is permitted out three days a week."
"What about the others?" Adrienne asked, gesturing toward the concubines who were in the pool.
"Concubines are never allowed out," Judith shrugged haughtily. "In order for you to gain such a privilege, you must take you place as his fourth wife-provided you're able to earn such a place."
Adrienne shrugged. The last thing she wanted was to be the fourth wife to any man. She was still a firm believer in equal rights, or better yet, polyandry rather than polygamy. If she had a number of husbands it would be so much more convenient than having to be one of a number of wives.
Later that day, Peggy appeared in the harem, wearing her harem pants and vest. She and Adrienne shared lunch together and Adrienne asked, "Did you go out today?"
"Of course," Peggy nodded. "Ibn Musa isn't a total slave driver. He demands obedience of us, but when we show it to him, he does all in his power to please us."
"Oh!" Adrienne muttered as she speared a piece of lamb with her fork and ate it.
"Why don't you get smart," Peggy told her. "Stop fighting him. As long as you resist, he's going to keep you guarded that much more carefully. Let him think he's won."
"You've done more than let him think it," Adrienne pointed out. "You've actually knuckled under to him."
"What choice do I have?" Peggy asked. "Out there, I was alone, living with a family that really didn't care about me. Now at least I belong. I have a husband, even though I share him with two other wives and countless other concubines. He still makes love to me three times a week. That's more than most women with only one husband get. He's given me a son, a son I see at least twice a day. I'm very happy living here. Believe me, resisting him will get you nowhere. He's already informed the ones who run your building that you won't be moving back to your apartment. The people where you work think you've fallen madly in love with him and therefore refuse to argue cases against him. If you're ever to enter a court of law again, it will be working for him."
"I'll see him destroyed, first," Adrienne insisted.
"Use your head," Peggy told her. "The man owns thousands of miles of oil wells. He's related to the present king of Saudi Arabia, and he has diplomatic immunity, so the worst thing that can happen to him is that he's told to leave this country, which will probably never happen. He's one of the reasons why Saudi Arabia's oil price hikes are always lower than those of other countries. He gets away with whatever he chooses to get away with. Stop fighting him because you can't win."
"I don't want to be one of the gang," Adrienne replied. "I want to have my own man, my own job, and live my own life and not live for a bastard who thinks he can beat my feet whenever it makes him happy."
"It's a lot better than having your face punched the way my father used to do to my mother," Peggy told her.
"But it's worse than not being beaten at all," Adrienne insisted. "He treats us all like slaves."
"Not me, not Judith, and not Ruth," Peggy shrugged. "Granted we don't have quite the emancipation you're used to, but we live better than we would, otherwise. We're content to live this way. We stay in the U.S. We shop, see plays, go to movies, and we're protected. If anyone dares put hands on us, the sheik removes those hands, from the arms of whoever touches us."
"Really?" Adrienne asked, wondering if she ought to bring up the next subject. But then she daringly plunged right ahead. "What about Abdul?"
"Oh I see you've been approached by our harem guard," Peggy smiled.
"It was more than an approach," Adrienne snorted. "If your loving husband ever found out ... "
"Oh he knows," Peggy shrugged. "He knows everything that goes on here. But you see, Abdoul never touched any of the wives when they were wives, only when they were concubines. To begin with, the sheik doesn't consider Abdul a man. He thinks of the eunuch as a woman. Since it's permissible for the harem women to play with one another, it's also permissible for Abdul to have his enjoyment with any of the concubines. After all, when the sheik has visitors, he often loans a concubine to one of the men for the night. An old Arabian custom."
"Did he loan you out?" Adrienne asked.
"Once," Peggy nodded. "How do you think I became pregnant? Ibn Musa is as sterile as Abdul. It was the same with Ruth and Judith. They were also concubines who went on loan-out one night, fortunately all to men who were dark like Ibn Musa, and as a result all of them gave birth to children who looked as if they might have been sired by him. Stop fighting, Adrienne. Give in, at least until you see an opportunity you won't get if you put up resistance. Believe me, you can't get out of here by yourself. The only way out is if he lets you out."
"Maybe," Adrienne shrugged. "I'll give it a shot and see."
"Fine," Peggy smiled. "Just be loving. You'll see."
"Sure," Adrienne nodded, and she finished eating her lunch.
Then she and Peggy stretched out on their bed-couches and relaxed. She decided she would follow Peggy's advice-for a little while, anyway.
CHAPTER NINE
About an hour after she finished eating, Adrienne decided since the pool was there for her convenience, she was going to swim in it, too. Most of the concubines and wives stayed around the sides where it was shallow, but Adrienne liked swimming. Taking off her clothing, knowing Abdul was staring at her, aware he was mentally licking his chops for having enjoyed her body, she allowed him to get his fill of looking at her firm form before she walked into the scented pool and began swimming around. She swam back and forth, long, easy strokes before floating on her back for a while, her bloated breasts like water wings, keeping her lush body afloat. She closed her mind and drifted in the heated pool, forcing herself to relax.
Peggy was right. Fighting the sheik would do her no good. She had to lull him into a false sense of believing she had surrendered to him. Once she had done that, she would wait for an opportunity to present itself, and she would make good her escape, next time. Common sense told her she had to learn everything possible about the building in which they were located. Somehow there had to be a way out.
She was unaware of the sheik's arrival since he motioned for the other women to be silent. Then he removed his own clothing, handing everything to his eunuch, and he quietly slid into the pool like a silent serpent. He eased away from the edge and floated for a moment, then silently raised his arms so that he sank beneath the water under Adrienne, who was still floating with her eyes shut.
He came splashing up like the Creature From the Black Lagoon, arms encircling Adrienne's waist as he pulled her under the water. His head surfaced for a moment so he was able to such in some air, then he wrestled Adrienne toward the bottom. The lovely girl began kicking, struggling as she flailed out with all her might, beating at him with her arms. The sheik knew he had frightened the blazes out of her, but from her reactions it was obvious she wasn't exactly overjoyed by what was happening, and the man wisely released her.
Adrienne shot to the surface of the pool, looking around, trying to find who had done this to her. But when she did spot him, he was already at the shallow rim of the pool and climbing out.
Now was the time to prove she was suddenly a willing subject of his, a concubine if he wished. She gave chase, crossing the pool to where he was getting out. He turned, saw she was coming after him, and with an amused smile, turned and walked hurriedly out of the main harem room into the hallway. He headed for his own private bedroom, a room where he took his wives and concubines when wanting to enjoy them in peace.
He entered, then stepped behind a tall armoire and waited, panting a little, having enjoyed the swim.
Adrienne followed him, entering the huge room for the first time. Mirrored ceiling, naturally, and mirrored walls. The huge bed in the middle looked large enough to sleep the entire harem. She took two steps into the room, soaking wet, and then the sheik stepped from behind the armoire, hands on hips, confronting her and smiling at her. She smiled back.
He grabbed her and then hoisted her up, carrying her to the bed. He kicked the door shut first, letting everyone know of his wish to finally be alone with his newest concubine. He stretched her out on the bed, listening to her panting.
Adrienne felt the firmness of the mattress beneath her, and she rolled away from him as if teasing him to come after her and get her.
The sheik's hands felt like two steel clamps on her ankles as he forced her lovely thighs wide apart, kneeling between them, staring at the hairless slash of her vagina. Then he dove, face-first into the trashing pink puddle of flesh, and Adrienne shrieked with enjoyment, allowing herself to totally thrill to what was taking place, hiding any and all reservations.
His mouth hungrily sucked at the wet grove of her dripping cunt, nipping her there very lightly, sending flickers of lambent delight coursing through her shuddering form. Then he playfully placed his palms inside her thighs and spread her tantalizing limbs even farther apart. The lovely dark-haired Adrienne decided to totally relax and let what was going to happen. Now that she knew the sheik was sterile, it seemed to take a load from her mind. Even though she was unable to recover her lost virginity, there was at least the chance of her eventually escaping without giving birth to any children.
When his tongue slithered into the cup of her inner self, she sighed. He began licking her inner walls, filling his mouth with the taste of her tantalizing womanhood. His hands slid beneath her and gripped the swells of her rounded buttocks enabling him to firmly mash his mouth into her swampy softness, sucking hungrily at it. She realized he was far more talented at this than Abdul, and it occurred to her this man was doing all this to give her pleasure as much as to take pleasure from her, himself. When Abdul had lapped her pussy, he had done so because she had forced his head between her thighs.
Adrienne knew if she simply lay there and let him do as he wished, offering him her cunt for a meal, he might get suspicious at her sudden change of heart. She had to make it look as if her was once again conquering her, but his conquest of her would take less time now, and the next time it would take no time at all. She thrashed this way and that, as if trying to pull her cunt from the flicking lash of his moving tongue. The covers on his bed absorbed the dampness from her body as she rolled, and she found herself kicking her heels in the air like a big baby, because she loved every bit of what he was doing to her. He gripped her all the more firmly and applied his tongue flatly to her clitoris, massaging it up and down, up and down, making it swell and enlarge.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "I won't fight, I won't fight!"
"Naturally you won't fight," he smiled at her. "You love every little lick, don't you."
It occurred to Adrienne that this was the time to show she was flexible, and she said, "Yes, I love it, and what's more, you've taught me to love sucking you, as well. Please, while you do this to me, isn't there some way I can suck you at the same time?"
"Well now, you're starting to mature," he smiled. "I see, a little punishment was all that was needed to clear your head. I'm glad you're behaving in such an adult way. It means we can forego any future pain. You see, it gives me no pleasure to hurt, little one. I want to give you all the pleasure possible, if you'll but allow me to do so."
"Then let me suck you while you're sucking me," she insisted.
He turned himself around and squatted over her lovely face, letting his hard cock dangle directly above her mouth. Three days earlier, Adrienne would have choked at the thought of doing this. Now, looking at his circumcised glans and his throbbing length, she decided she was hungry enough to start sucking, and her hands spread the cheeks of his ass wide apart, and as usual, there was nothing but a pleasant aroma emanating from the man, attesting to his having made certain he was totally sanitary all over before walking into the main harem room. Why she did it she would never know, but Adrienne suddenly let her tongue flick out and lick at the rim of his asshole. Her tongue making contact with his anal opening was the one thing that would convince the sheik of her sincerity. Not only that, but it made his throbbing cock stiffer than a steel poker, and it began leaking more if its colorless ointment. Little by little her tongue moved toward his dangling testicles, and it occurred to her it was wonderful to look at a cock that had balls hanging beneath. As if to attest to her desire for testicles, she proceeded to lick his thoroughly, making him quiver until, unable to take it any longer, he changed from a squatting position to a kneeling one, thereby better offering his cock to her lips.
Adrienne shuddered as he ran his licking tongue up and down the length of her quivering cunt before letting it slither very carefully into her. His mouth pressed itself firmly to her vagina, and he began to hungrily, noisly suck and slurp, drinking all her juices. The taste of her obviously excited him, and he wanted to drink her dry.
Adrienne balanced the man's weighty testicles on the topside of her extended oral organ before she let it slowly slither up to the extremely sensitive underside of his shuddering penis. In the meantime her steaming pussy got hotter and hotter as the sheik's oral expertise made her quiver. His sexual desires were as strong as the sun on an Arabian desert, and she luxuriated in the rays of his lust.
His hands gripped her buttocks and lifted them off the bed, easily holding her up as he hungrily sucked away at her interior. He licked with incredible verve, making her squirm, and as a result of her mouth opened and sucked the lollipop-like head of his throbbing cock. Her narrow mouth sucked firmly, tasting his seepage and gloyring in it.
Ibn Musa moved downward, sliding more of his penis into her mouth, filling it with his flesh, and then he began pumping, fucking her mouth repeatedly. His cock sank deeper and deeper, but the lovely Adrienne took everything he had to offer, this time not choking but relaxing her gullet as his throbbing cock slid into it. She savored the delightful texture of his masculine flesh, loving everything she was feeling as she felt the head of his cock slowly pushing into her throat.
The sheik's mouth searched for and finally found her clitoris, and then began nibbling at it. The ultrasensitive little creation of Allah quivered wildly between his lips, and Adrienne found herself already on the brink of a powerful orgasm.
Taking his pulsating lance from between her lips for a brief instant, she gasped, "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
She bucked her pulsating vagina all the more firmly into the man's face, and from the way he hungrily ate her flesh, it was obvious he loved every bit of it. He opened his mouth as wide as possible, filling it with her eagerly sensitive feminine flesh. His pursed lips tried to literally suck the orgasm through her body as he felt her buck all the more powerfully against his mouth.
"YYYAAAIIIAAGGGHHH ... OHHH ... YOU'RE ... HHHUUNNNHHH ... GOING TO SUCK THE LIFE OUT OF MEEEEEEEE ... YYYEEEAAAGGGHHH!" she shrieked.
Adrienne's hands fondled his weighty balls as she tucked his throbbing cock back where she felt it belonged-the chamber of her sucking mouth. Warm, colorless ointment oozed from the inner recesses of her flooded cunt into the mouth of the man who was lapping her.
He relished every tantalizing drop he drew into his mouth with his flicking tongue. His hands gripped her bucking buttocks and held her under control.
His mouth pressed all the more vibrantly into her cunt even though she had climaxed, and at the same time began pumping his throbbing phallus in and out of her strongly sucking mouth, his balls beating against her nose. Adrienne moved her head from side to side, twisting her face around, letting the head of his cock poke into one cheek, then the other.
Sheik Isak Iban Musa swallowed the last of her offered flood, then took his mouth from her pussy and licked his lips. He had finished gobbling. Now he intended fucking her.
He maneuvered her beneath him until she was in fucking position, and Adrienne, although feeling wonderful, felt the need for more and greater orgasms, and so spread her thighs that much wider. She looked up at him and had to admit he looked more masterful than any man she had previously known. Had he not been so overbearing, and were it not for the fact that he had so many other women, Adrienne would have found it easy to fall deeply in love with him.
Without thinking, her hand reached between her thighs and she guided the head of his throbbing cock into the tunnel of her waiting pussy. Little by little he pushed, and the penis slowly made inroads, creating all kinds of delectable feelings.
"Ah," she sighed, "it always feels good in there. I don't know why I ever fought you, because I love this."
When his pubic hairs ruboed scratchily and tan-talizingly into her bare pubic mound, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and began churning and rotating her buttocks against the wet covers beneath, causing the head of his throbbing phallus to internally massage all four walls of her vagina. Oh God! It felt so wonderfully good and exciting, and Adrienne felt arousal flood back into her as she quivered out of control. She licked her lips, the taste of his penile flesh still on her tongue as his lips came crashing down on her.
It was the first time Adrienne was being fucked without actually being forced, and she had to admit it felt good, really good. This time there were no crosscurrents with her conscience and no arguments with her mind as to the right and the wrong of it. It was pure sexual savagery, and it felt downright good, really good, and the primitiveness of it made her enjoy it all the more. She was aware of the intensification of her senses-smelling their bodies, tasting his cock and seminal oil, seeing his devilishly good looks, feeling the strength of him, and hearing the sounds of his thick cock made squishing back and forth in the sucking tunnel of her pussy. She was aware of him as she had never been aware of him before, and she realized she loved what he was doing, even if she wasn't overly wild about the way in which he had initially brought her to his harem. Her awareness extended to his darkly burning eyes, his sensuously cruel mouth, but most of all to the throbbing length of his digging cock.
Once again he rolled her over so she was sitting on top of him. This, she would one day learn, was a favorite position of Middle-Eastern men, who liked their women doing some of the work, too. Different sensations flooded uncontrollably through her body as she closed her eyes, rotating her pussy around and around on the pylon standing upright in the center of her body. The sheik reached up and let his hands encompass her full breasts, pushing the beautiful Adrienne back the littlest bit. She, in turn, responded by leaning forward and pressing her body into his hands, feeling his fingers dig into her sensitive breasts while his palms massaged her nipples.
She lifted her buttocks higher off the mattress as Ibn Musa started punching upward with his own body, driving his cock into her cunt from below, his feet flat on the mattress for leverage. He tautly pinched her nipples, making them stand out, causing them to become pointed nubs of pink flesh topping the white mounds of her breasts. The pressures of his fingers were a constant source of pleasure to the beautiful female captive, just as touching her seemed to enhance everything for Isak Ibn Musa.
"Ohhhhhhh ... yessss ssss ... do it to meeeeee ... uuuu nnnn hhhh hhhh ... just keep on doing it to meeeeee ... yessssss...." she hissed as her pussy started spasming again.
The sheik took his hands from her full breasts and let them bounce up and down before his eyes as his fingers slid down over her body and gripped the fullness of her asscheeks. His middle finger moved to the crack spearating one cheek from the other, and little by little began working its way into hemr rectal interior. Little by little it sank deeper, and though she knew she ought to think of this as depraved, the delighted young woman was enjoying herself so much, she simply reveled in what she was feeling.
Adrienne began leaning all the more forward now, her pendant breasts swinging wildly from side to side as the man's finger picked up speed in her rectum, thereby making her move all the more quickly. Her body bucked wildly, bouncing uncontrollably up and down, and his cock slammed increasingly deeper into her internal tunnel. It buried emery last inch of itself into her narrow feminine fistula.
"Ah, I see how much you really love this," the sheik smiled at her.
"Every last inch," she told him. "But I'm too Americanized to call you all the fancy names you insist all the others call you."
"Words, mere words," he smiled. "Deeds are what count, not words, and this response of yours today is a deed worth a hundred million words."
"I never knew how good sex was until you forced me to discover it," she admitted. "And I'm not sorry you forced me, either."
"You have a natural way about you that is far superior to any of my other women," he told her. "Give me a son so I can make you my fourth wife, and I promise to elevate you and make you my begum, my wife of wives."
Adrienne knew better than to respond in any way. She simply leaned closer to him and kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth as he slammed his throbbing cock into her cunt and his finger into the narrow vise of her asshole. The air-conditioning in the room gently, warmly washed over their bodies, mixed as it was with the heat. In there was one man who didn't have to worry about oil bills and heat, it was Isak Ibn Musa. Her tongue swathed through his mouth, becoming more and more active in there. Soon their tongues were fencing.
In order to breathe that much better, she finally pulled her mouth away from his. She sat up and leaned backward, arching her body so her breasts suddenly curved excitingly upward and locked his attention on them. The sheik rubbed the flatness of her soft belly, then his fingers massaged her tantatizing white thighs, turning them from white to rosy red.
"Next time," he told her, "I want to fuck your ass. I must know what it's like to have my cock buried in all of you."
"Next time," she gasped, "I'll let you. But not now. Now finish me and let me enjoy what you're doing."
"You're a woman after my own heart," he told her. "You let me do whatever I wish, now. You learn quickly, and I admire you that much more for it."
"You feel so big in my vagina," she gasped.
"I am big," he told her. "I'm bigger than most men, and certainly one of the biggest in all of Saudi Arabia, not to mention the United States. After knowing me, you'll find it difficult to enjoy anyone with a somewhat smaller pestle."
She leaned forward and bucked even more wildly, lifting and lowering her buttocks all the more quickly in order to allow him more fucking room. She loved the way he was fucking her cunt, filling her with his meat, and soon she would be flooded with his sperm, as well. She loved the feel of it in her vagina, but had to admit she loved it in her mouth, as well. She had no doubt once her asshole became accustomed to it, she would probably love it there, too. But she had no wish to have her anus enlarged at this moment, and since he had promised not to insist on it right now, she was happy to accept him where he was, her mind not realizing the enormity of what it would mean to take a cock in her rectum.
Adrienne realized she was becoming a total pleasure seeker. She loved anything and everything having to do with a cock.
The sheik seemed to be the perfect physical match for her. He moved very rhythmically, keeping time with her in an excellent way, his hands covering her breasts again, pushing her backward, sensually massaging her nipples. Adrienne's head hung backward, her short hair looking more like a halo than anything else, ableit a dark halo. The tendons in her neck stood out, and she realized she was about to have yet another climax.
"AAA III YYYEEE AAAGGG HHH ... HHHAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she bellowed as the man used his thumbs to massage her clitoris. She leaned so far back, she had to brace herself on her hands as she continued humping her vagina up and down, up and down.
Her vaginal flow, a blast of colorless ointment, came gushing out of her, pouring all over his penile base and his fingers. She tightened the clutch of her vagina, gasping as she realized each orgasm was a bit more powerful in intensity. He slammed his cock upward, shoving it ever deeper into her cunt, ramming away, and the lovely brunette rotated her cunt around and around, stretching her vaginal flesh, adding just the right amount of pleasure to her orgasms.
As he continued pumping into Adrienne, the sheik rolled her over onto her side. She draped her upper leg over his thigh and bucked herself violently into him, meeting his cock as the man slammed himself all the more vehemently into her tunnel. She covered her neck and shoulders with a flirry of kisses and nibbles.
"A veritable succubus," Ibn Musa laughed. "I think I'm truly learning the meaning of what it is to know a woman like you, dear one."
"You taste wonderful, no matter what part of you I touch with my mouth," she murmured, nuzzling his face.
The sheik laughed a little. His weighty balls slapped against her crotch, once again reassuring Adrienne as to his manhood. She reached down and around and filled her hand with them, thrilling to the touch of them. She squeezed them, knowing the seed they contained wasn't strong enough to give her babies, but was still strong enough to keep him a virile man.
Unlike most other women who found it difficult to tell when a man has come inside them because they gush so much of their own fluids, Adrienne knew only too well what it felt like to have a man's seed fill her. Even when the sheik had fucked her after having screwed his three wives the previous evening, and his spurtings were few-and-far-between, she had sensed every little drop of his.
Ibn Musa began picking up speed now, leaning forward and into her, lowering his head so he would be able to sick on one of her breasts. He opened his mouth wide and sucked as much of the mammary as he was able to ingest into his oral cavern. In the meantime, Adrienne's hands continued to be active on his testicles. She squeezed them over and over again to reassure herself of their reality. Then she moved two fingers higher and on the outstroke, squeezed the base of his throbbing penis a bit.
Her fingertips were suddenly aware of how wet she was, and the slickness coming from her as he pounded his penile probe into her narrow womanly tunnel. Oils soaked her hand, and she loved the lubricious feel of it all.
Ibn Musa stopped sucking on one of her breasts and gripped her buttocks, pulling her solidly into him as he bucked back and forth uncontrollably. The movement was so overpowering, Adrienne realized she was climaxing for the third time.
"YYY AAAIII YYYEEE AAAGGG HHHUUU-NNNGGGHHH!" she screeched, feeling the head of his cock jab at the base of her womb. It was fantastically thrilling and exciting, violently arousing as more of her hot oils spasmed from around his cock down her thighs. She inundated his organ with her flow, drowning it delightfully.
"Your turn, your turn, your turn!" she moaned as she continued banging her lush body into him.
"HHH AAANNN GGGHHH ... AAALLL-AAAHHH!" he bellowed, squirting one blast of sperm after another into the narrowness of her squeezing vaginal tunnel, mixing his seed with her feminine cream, frothing around inside her, making it that much more powerful and that much more meaningful. His cock spat into her again and again until his prostate had emptied itself of the glue it manufactured.
They lay there on the bed, unable to move for the longest time. She felt his penis shrinking in her, and she tightened her cunt around it, so that for a little while she was still able to feel it. Finally she relaxed her muscles and it fell out.
"I don't know about you being the Light of the East," she said softly, "but you're certainly one to light up my life."
CHAPTER TEN
Adrienne felt inwardly good for the first time in a long, long time. She had gone for a long swim in the indoor pool an hour after her bout with the sheik, and she had cleansed herself out, keeping herself ready in case he might make further demands on her. For the first time in her life she wanted him to make those demands.
"Feel good?" Peggy asked.
"Wonderful," Adrienne sighed, climbing out of the pool and allowing Abdul to rub her drh with a towel.
She found it easy to ignore him and pretend he didn't even exist while talking to Peggy. Not that she hated or despised the man for what he had done. Thinking about it in the cold light of day, she was able to rationalize his actions somewhat, and besides, fat as he was, he was better than having to play at lesbian games. At the moment Ruth, the begum, was enjoying a bout with two other female concubines, unashamedly flaunting their game-playing in front of everyone in the main harem room, as if prepared to tell one and all since the sheik was too busy for them, they would keep each other amused.
When Abdul took the towel and left, Adrienne lay on her belly on her couch-bed with Peggy lying on the bed next to hers. She later learned Peggy had insisted she be put next to her because she wanted someone with whom she'd be able to talk, and she had nothing in common with most of the other sheik's wives. In fact, one of the reasons she was hoping Adrienne would eventually become pregnant and become the shiek's fourth wife was that Adrienne would be on her side in any kind of squabble. Judith and Ruth always seemed to gang up on her, along with the other concubines.
"Do you still hate the lord and master?" Peggy asked.
"I simply don't like the idea of being imprisoned and treated like some slave girl," Adrienne shrugged. "I'm used to freedom. Peggy, I had a happy childhood. In fact, everyone catered to me when I was younger, and I guess I sort of got used to being treated like some kind of queen."
"You were spoiled," Peggy admonished. "That's shame, because in your own way you're just as bad off as I was. I had too little and you had too much. Ibn Mssa is giving me a lot of good things in life, and I'm willing to sacrifice my freedom. I mean, he sees beauty in me that no other male ever saw. Oh they would have raped me soon enough if I had been left by myself a little longer, but the truth of the matter is I'm glad to be here. I had relatively little freedom out there in the streets, unless you refer to the freedom of being kicked around and the freedom of being used. Ibn Musa saw I was being taken advantage of, and once he had ascertained I was still a virgin, he offered me a place in his harem. When I initially refused because I didn't like the idea of being dominated, he raped me, just as he did you. Soon I learned to love him, because he has more love in him than any ten other men."
"I just like to do my own choosing," Adrienne insisted. "I admit I don't hate him quite as much as I used to, but I'm still not exactly wild about any man who thinks of a woman as being inferior."
"I think the two of you are going to teach each other a lot of lessons," Peggy smiled. "But while you're here, I'd like to be your friend, Adrienne. I'll do whatever you want, except to help you escape. I won't jeopardize my own position here."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Two days later, both Peggy and Adrienne simultaneously got their menstrual periods, and for the next week were out of action. For that entire week the two women stayed together, out of the main harem room, usually in one or the other's private bedroom. Peggy would have been allowed out, but Adrienne wasn't, and so Peggy opted to stay with her.
When their periods were over, and they returned to the main harem room, Adrienne noticed Ruth, the begum, once again indulging in lesbianic fun with two of the other concubines.
"Do you ever get involved in anything like that?" Adrienne asked, wrinkling her nose.
"Not if I can avoid it," Peggy replied. "However, there are times when it's impossible to avoid it."
"What do you mean?" Adrienne asked, as they undressed and slid into the warm pool, letting the filtered, scented water drift over them and through them.
"Every now and again, Ibn Musa likes to play with two women at once. He never insists on two wives at once, but always a wife and a concubine, and he seemingly gets pleasure out of watching the two women become involved with each other in addition to being involved with him. When he insists, we do it."
"But that's depraved!" Adrienne insisted.
They lazed in the water, and Peggy smiled, saying, "Says who? Depravity is in the mind of the beholder. Women can be as much fun for other woman as men, sometimes, anyway. Don't knock it until you try it, and knowing Ibn Musa as I do, he'll get you involved in it sooner or later."
"With you?" Adrienne asked.
"Either with me or with one of the others," Peggy replied. "You'd be better off with me. I know all the lesbos tricks, and you know I won't do anything to hurt you. Ruth sometimes likes to cause a little pain, and Judith isn't exactly what I'd call overly friendly. Remember, I, too, was originally a concubine, and as such, had to indulge the whims of the other two wives. Only the fact that I've selected you for my friend has kept the other two from trying to play games with you. In this harem, when Ibn Musa isn't here, Ruth reigns. Judith and I are supposedly on equal footing, as would be the sheik's fourth wife, but if Ibn Musa at any time chooses to elevate another wife, Ruth would be forced to return to being like me or Judith. Believe me, Adrienne, if you're going to be stuck here, the smartest thing to do is to get yourself into the highest position possible."
Adrienne said nothing. She had no intention of telling Peggy she still wanted to escape from all this. After they'd bathed for a long time, they climbed out of the pool and two eunuchs rubbed them down, drying them. Abdul always seemed to be on hand when Adrienne was around, and he made certain he was the one to dry her off. He also made certain to touch her intimate parts, rousing her even if he was unable to continue further. It was a sort of revenge for the way she had made him work for her that night.
After they'd dried off, the two women dressed and would have lain down on their couches had not Abdul said, 'The beloved of Islam awaits the both of you in his private quarters."
Adrienne looked at Peggy, who nodded and said, "That's right, honey. This is it. Just be glad you have me instead of Ruth. You'll find me a far better companion."
CHAPTER TWELVE
The sheik's bedroom was no less opulent than before, the mirrors on the ceiling shining a bit more brightly, as if they had been cleaned especially for the occasion about to take place. Isak Ibn Musa was sitting in an overstuffed arm chair when the two women walked in. He motioned for Peggy to shut the door, and she did so.
"It has been nearly a week since I've enjoyed either of you," he told them. "I miss you both, sorely. Rather than wait, taking one at a time, I decided to pleasure you both."
"The Light of Islam does us great honor," Peggy murmured.
He looked at Adrienne, waiting for her to make some comment. When she said nothing, he asked, "Have you nothing to say?"
"Mother always told me, if I didn't have something nice to say, to say nothing at all," Adrienne replied.
"Very tactful," Ibn Musa smiled. "At least you don't display your disapproval. I have to assume you've never played games with another woman, and so find this a bit shocking. Nevertheless, a woman as sensual as yourself will eventually discover how much she'll enjoy all this."
"Plea e," Peggy said. "Allow me to instruct her a little. Remain seated, mighty sheik and wonderful husband. Join us when you feel ready, after I have aroused this woman."
Smiling, the sheik nodded and remained seated in the overstuffed chair across the room. It was fairly close to the wide bed, and it was obvious he was anxious since he was already developing a large bulge in his pants. His cock looked as if it were intent on poking its head out and seeing what was about to take place. He writhed a little, letting the two women know he, himself was ready, willing, and able.
Peggy wasted no time in helping Adrienne get undressed, once again revealing the brunette's long, lithe, tantalizing body. As always, Adrienne's full, swollen breasts stood up nicely by themselves, their pinkish brown nipples slightly uptilted. Adrienne was astounded to feel Peggy's hands sensuously rubbing her nipples as a man's hands might, and the lovely brunette was even more astounded to discover she enjoyed what was happening to her. Her pink little nubbins began enlarging, extending themselves, lenghthening away from the swollen fullness of her breasts. Blood filled them rapidly, not only making them long, but sensitive.
The sheik sat silently, the perspiration dotting his brow revealing how much he was aroused by what he saw. It was obvious he was aching to jump on the two females and hungrily chew on the pinkly delicious candy-like extensions of Adrienne's nipples. He also had the urge to tear the see-through clothing from Peggy's slender body and enjoy seeing the bare flesh of her breasts, as well. Both women were exciting to him, and separately each would have aroused him beyond belief. Together they had him seething with uncontrolled desire.
Peggy was using both hands now, caressing each of Adrienne's full and swollen mammaries, making them bounce a little. All the while her eyes remained transfixed on the sheik, enjoying the way arousal continued filling his eyes, making him want the both of them that much more.
Then her eyes lowered themselves and locked onto the man's groin. He was wearing western clothing, ordinary suit pants, and here, in what he called home, was the one place he didn't bother wearing any kind of turban. His pants were quivering because of their tightness and the way his phallus was applying pressure as if intent on escaping.
Peggy's fingers displayed their nimble practiced abilities as they continued teasing Adrienne's breasts. Her smooth palms applied friction to the rubbery nipples before smoothing their way along the undersides of the two pendant mammaries, hoisting them even higher, though it was unnecessary, since all the exercise Adrienne had done in her youth kept her breasts presently firm and upstanding by themselves. Her succulent nipples, formerly a rich coral color, were now almost red as blood continued heavily flooding into them. Also, the friction applied by Peggy's palms tended to make them burn with desire. Adrienne was involuntarily gasping at the sure touch of the blonde woman.
Then Peggy leaned her head down and lightly began sucking on Adrienne's right nipple. The dark-haired beauty shuddered, almost losing control of herself then and there, feeling as if a hot wire had been touched to her nipple.
"As you can see, lord, your newest concubine is an extremely sensuous woman," Peggy said, looking at the sheik.
Then she returned her attentions to caressing the huge, firm mounds of creamy white flesh, lightly tantalizing the strawberry tips in addition to the milky cones on which they sat. She began using her lips on the left nipple, sucking it, making her friend's body throb with a wanton desire Adrienne would never have believed herself capable of feeling.
"Hhhh aaaa uuuu nnnn gggg hhhh!" Adrienne gasped, letting Peggy know precisely how good a job she was doing on her. All this did was make the blonde woman suck that much more strongly. At the same time she let the palm of her right hand move circularly against the other nipple, making certain it, too, remained upright.
Adrienne was wriggling, feeling a deliciously maddening agony continually charge through her while her one friend in the harem permitted her hand to travel along the flat, soft belly of the other woman, teasing her navel, and then slowly moving lower, touching the bare, hairless plane of her pelvis.
Peggy's hungering lips pulled all the harder at the elongated nipple on which she had been constantly and hungrily sucking, making the little nubbin even harder by teasing it with the edges of her sharp teeth. Then her dentures were lightly nibbling on the solid bud, making Adrienne tremble even more convulsively.
Peggy had done all this with herself and Adrienne standing. Now she guided Adrienne back to the bed and made her lie down. The dark-haired woman lay back, tormented with desire because of Peggy's oral ministrations, but after a while it occurred to her she was doing all the receiving and none of the giving. Peggy was right about this not being nearly as perverted as she had initially believed, and now she had the overpowering desire to make Peggy enjoy all this as much as she. If she was still conscious of the sheik watching her, she refused to show it. Her eyes were scrunched tightly shut, and she was enjoying the softer, gender teasing of the other woman's mouth. It was totally different from the roughly thrilling way the sheik had used her.
Ibn Musa continued watching as Adrienne's hand slid to the vest Peggy was wearing. It snapped open in front, and Adrienne wasted no time in opening it, cupping the small mounds of Peggy's somewhat smaller, albeit equally full breasts. The vest kept getting in the way, and Adrienne struggled to remove it. Peggy sat up and quickly shrugged the garment from her shoulders, revealing to Adrienne two full, tan breasts with even pinker nipples and areolae than her own. Peggy's breasts were somewhat smaller than hers, though each was still more than a handful. At the moment they were swollen, but since it had been some time since Peggy had given birth, she no longer had milk in her breasts, and their upstanding firmness was due solely to the powerful muscles holding them up. They didn't dangle, but they did wobble a little, their nipples pointing straight ahead like accusing fingers. All things considered, Peggy's slimness taken into account, they were extremely solid breasts, each with a larger areola than Adrienne had, though Peggy's nipples were slimmer. In spite of Peggy's somewhat tanner flesh, probably from using a sunlamp, Adrienne realized she was able to see the blood vessels lacing their way under the outer layers of skin.
"Does my lord approve of my breasts?" Peggy asked.
"Most assuredly," Ibn Musa nodded. "As you know, I . approve of all of you, my golden one."
"Then it pleases me to let my lord take a good look at all parts of my body, a body that exists more for his pleasure than anything else," she said, getting to her feet for a moment and dropping her harem pants, revealing her total nudity.
Completely naked, she stood in front of the sheik for a moment, letting him examine her body. Adrienne felt the sexiness issuing from the blonde and understood how Ibn Musa was attracted to Peggy. Everything about the lovely woman was totally arousing, including her desire to please at all times. Peggy was the perfect wife, and as far as Adrienne was concerned, it was a shame the blonde was wasting herself on a man who had so many other women, he would never be able to fully appreciate her.
Peggy turned and bent over the supine body of Adrienne, noting the firmness and the hugeness of Adrienne's breasts, also noting the way they were hobbling because Adrienne, without realizing it, was aroused and filled with desire at the sight of Peggy, even though she had seen her naked body often enough when they had bathed in the large pool. Adrienne quivered when one of Peggy's hands returned to the caress of her two breasts, while the other hand began sliding between her thighs, removing her pantaloons.
"Allah be praised!" the sheik muttered. "Two lovely women with bodies completely una-like, yet both made for love."
His throbbing cock was now pulsating all the more vibrantly as he looked at the roundly delicious globes of the women's asses. The time had come for him to join in, and he had no intention of holding back. They were meant for him, and he was the one who would love them.
Leaping to his feet, he quickly stripped down, leaving all his clothing on the heavily carpeted floor. All the while his eyes ping-ponged back and forth, from the set of average-sized, solid breasts, to the larger, equally solid breasts of the other woman.
Peggy's fingers ran tauntingly over the bare pubis of her friend, massaging the leaking cuntlips, and then her middle finger slowly began worming its way inside, probing into the tightly crushing passageway of Adrienne's slavering vagina. The dark-haired woman, still completely horizontal, began moving her body in perfect time, bucking and bouncing as Peggy's working fingers pushed ever deeper into the bubbling depths of her seething pussy. Adrienne squirmed, actually responding by hurling her body against the probing fingers, making Peggy aware of the fact that she, Adrienne, wanted to feel even more. Her hands were clawing the air, totally out of control.
The sheik moved over to where they lay on the bed, enjoying their reflected images on the ceiling above, as well. He watched as Peggy forced Adrienne's thighs all the more widely apart. Adrienne was now loudly gasping as she quivered, soft sighs escaping from her compressed lips. Because her eyes were tightly shut, she had no idea what it was Peggy intended until the blonde woman lowered her mouth, sinking it into the flaming interior of Adrienne's boiling cauldron. Peggy's long lighter hair, now totally loose, glowed over Adrienne's thighs' and for the moment the blonde woman's face was completely hidden as she hungrily went to work on Adrienne's steaming interior. She licked, her tongue slithering through the pink cut from top to bottom, making loud slurping sounds, and Adrienne continually writhed, her body wildly out of control for the moment. She was feeling a woman's mouth down there, and it felt different, kinder, more gentle, more delightful than the expert mouth of the sheik, or the blubbery mouth of the eunuch. No wonder women indulged in things like this. It was the most heavenly cuntlapping she had ever felt. God! She wanted to feel Peggy's tongue probing all the more deeply inside her. When the blonde stopped lapping for a moment and raised her head, Adrienne thought she would go completely mad, her body aching for more.
"Look at the face of the Light of the East," Peggy hummed, her eyes locked on Ibn Musa's countenance. "He loves what we're doing, and as you can see from the length of his thrusting cock, he is more than ready to become part and parcel of what we're doing."
Adrienne opened her eyes and allowed herself to stare at the muscularly solid body of Isak Ibn Musa. Her mouth filled itself with saliva as she stared, and she was on the point of drooling because of the sight of the thick, purple-headed penis. God! She didn't know why, but she had fallen in love with the cock, if not with the man attatched to it. Christ! She wanted that throbbing penis more than anything else on earth at this moment. She'd had no idea how addicted she would become to it, but she wanted it as much as an addict wanted a fix.
With a loud, anxious sigh, she let her head fall back on the bed as Peggy's heatedly leaping tongue returned to the seething depths of her shuddering cunt. She was aware of the blonde woman's tongue lapping vibrantly but tenderly, teasing the swollen outer lips of her tantalizing cunt, licking around, then probing in a little, then again licking around.
"I think it proper both my women receive full value from all this," the sheik loudly observed, and while Peggy's hungry mouth was still tightlh locked to the frothing crack of the lovely older female, the handsome sheik grabbed the slender blonde by her hips and rotated her body around until her own soddenly steaming cunt now hovered above the staring face of Adrienne Charman.
Adrienne turned her face to the side. She wanted to please Peggy, but somehow she wasn't ready to allow her mouth to sink into the other woman's muff, no matter how clean it was.
"We'll try something else," Peggy gasped, aware Adrienne wasn't going to agree to this.
"As you wish," the sheik nodded, his arms folded in front of him.
He watched as Peggy reversed herself, pressing her rounded mammaries against the larger, heavier breasts of the beautiful Adrienne, while the bare pinkness of her own cunt began rubbing into the hairless fulcrum of the other woman.
Their solidly firm, shuddering, extended clitorises came into contact with one another, and Adrienne was suddenly once again gripped with uncontrolled passion as she felt the labia of the other woman slither against the lips of her cunt. The two of them quaked with a maddening lust, becoming more and more overwhelmed with every passing moment.
Since Peggy was the more experienced of the two, and she wanted Adrienne to feel full freedom while indulging in this, she wrapped her thighs around Adrienne's flanks, then did a hundred-and-eighty degree rollover, pulling Adrienne on top of her, her fingers digging into the other woman's buttocks. This prevented the clitorises from losing contact with one another. The pair of them began bouncing wildly, uncontrollably, slamming their tingling vaginal centers against one another as if each has a phantom cock she was driving into the depths of the other.
"Come, my lord!" Peggy gasped. "The time has come for you to join us and make us all happy."
Not once had Peggy's eyes left the long, throbbing cock attatched to Sheik Isak Ibn Musa. She was aching to feel the full length of that marvelous organ embedded into the tightness of her womanly cave where it so often built thrills which were never matched by anything else he ever did. In order to take her mind off the wonder of the thickly prodding phallus, she turned her face to the woman above her and with a hand pressed against Adrienne's head, made the dark-haired woman bring her mouth down to hers, so the two of them were kissing like lovers. She forced her tongue into Adrienne's mouth, and Adrienne, instead of finding it all so unpleasant, responded. Each of them soul-kissed as if the other was a male.
The sheik moved to the end of the bed, coming onto the mattress on his knees where he was able to view the way they ground their vaginal slashes against one another. Then he literally mounted the pair of them, resting his firm, flat belly on top of Adrienne's rounded buttocks, sinking the full length of his heatedly long phallus into the flaming softness of Peggy's butter-like central core. His knees rested between the four knees of the two women, and each time he slammed his pulsating phallus all the way into Peggy's creaming tunnel, he felt the round, full, rubbery asscheeks of Adrienne bounce against his flat stomach.
Peggy, digging her heels into the bed, pressed her anxious clitoral extension all the harder against the equally swollen and enlarged stem belonging to Adrienne. At the seme time, she lifted her cunt as high as possible, swallowing almost all of Ibn Musa's cock, thrilling to the heavy thickness in the seething tightness of her squirming feminine tunnel. God! His cock felt even thicker with Adrienne sandwiched between them, her tender clitoris teasing that of Peggy's own. What was more, Adrienne was responding by slamming her asscheeks against the hairy pelvis of the man on top of her, and his weight reacted by pressing her all the more solidly against Peggy. This created an even greater friction between their clitorises, as if they were rubbing together like match heads, at any moment ready to burst into flame.
The two women grunted into one another's mouths as the friction of their clitorises increased. Ibn Musa's weight didn't seem to bother them at all. Adrienne, who was taking the brunt of it, felt herself able to withstand it easily enough, thrilling to the pelvis softly rubbing against her own tight pussy while the cock remained buried all the way inside Peggy's oil-flooded pussy.
"Ohhhhh ... uu uhhhhh ... mighty lord and master of the universe," Peggy was gasping. "Forget not to fill the taut cavern of this woman you have made your latest concubine."
"You are a most unselfish wife, Peggy," the sheik grunted, and his heavily greased cock slid from the gripping clutch of Peggy's slurping tunnel and moved higher. Like a python seeking yet another lair, it slowly forced its way into the narrowly tight and slavering depths of Adrienne's crushing vaginal burrow.
Uuuuummmmmphhhhh! What a difference! Peggy, though still nice and tight, had a cunt like smooth velvet, and he had been able to slide his organ right into her. But Adrienne's pussy was like crinkly satin, accordioning as he pushed the full length of his weighty meat into her, feeling wonderful resistance every little bit of the way. Allah! It was just as well he had Adrienne on top. This way he was able to play with her rounder, fuller ass while fucking both, herself and Peggy. But her vagina, because it had been used so much less, and probably because it hadn't surrendered any children yet, was still a narrower vortex, and had Adrienne been on the bottom, it would have been impossible to sink the full length of his cock into her with Peggy's body blocking the way.
At the moment, he slowly but surely pushed, burying every last inch of his broad, meaty length all the way inside Adrienne. What was more, Adrienne was groaning with delight, letting him know she was a total vassal to the probing length of his driving cock. She was humping her rounded ass even more wildly, doing her best to suck him that much more deeply into her. But his throbbing penile cap was already pressing against the backwall of her cunt. There was no way for him to go any deeper, even if his cock had been longer, which it wasn't. He would have torn her flesh.
Adrienne sighed, thrilling to the feel of his cock stroking in and out of her drooling cunt, aware of the way his hands tugged the white melons of her asscheeks apart so her hairless pucker of anus was able to feel the thrilling brush of his pelvic hair titillating it. Adrienne turned and wriggled, writhing insanely on top of the blonde woman she had befriended, rubbing her tantalizing clitoris all the more heatedly against Peggy's sensual button.
"Oooooooh!" Peggy gasped. "Right now, I wish my lord was two men so that one of him lay beneath me and I would be able to feel his marvelous instrument buried to the limit inside me."
Adrienne smiled to herself, realizing how diplomatically Peggy had phrased everything. What Peggy was really saying was, she wished another man was there, fucking her at the same time Ibn Musa was fucking herself, Adrienne, while their clitorises rubbed together. Less than ten minutes ago, she would have thought the idea a total perversion. Now she had to admit it had more than a little merit, and if she ever did get out of here, she would have to try a foursome, sometime.
Tugging his swollenly throbbing phallus from the tightly sucking depths of the darker-haired woman's squeezing vagina, the sheik returned his pounding piston to the broiling interior of his third wife. The blonde Peggy opened her mouth to shout out the ecstasy she was feeling, only to have Adrienne's tongue slither between her lips and cut off any scream. She felt the thickness of the thrilling cock ride into her screaming womanly center over and over again, while her slender body quaked and Adrienne continued riding her pelvis, pressing her tinglingly extended clitoris against hers.
Adrienne thought she would go out of her mind. She was learning to love Peggy, love her not just as one woman would love another, but as a lover, and she wanted to see Peggy get as much from all this as she was getting. But at the seme time she was dying for a good climax. Each time she became sexually embroiled, her body's needs seemed to intensify, and her desire for orgasms increased. Even as she felt the hairy pelvis of her so-called lord and master rub against her vaginal lips inflaming them all the more she knew she had to have a whole series of climaxes.
Then the sheik's throbbing lance of muscle and blood was sliding out of Peggy's tantalizing pussy and moving back into the narrow cavern between Adrienne's thighs. Adrienne lifted herself up on her knees, moving her body slightly away from that of Peggy if only to make certain the combined weight of herself and the sheik didn't crush the poor blonde. Peggy, never one to be left out of anything, not even for a moment, slithered out from under them. That is, she slithered backward until her shuddering vaginal opening was directly beneath Adrienne's face, humid with desire, and aromatic with her womanly juices. Adrienne realized what it was Peggy wanted, and though her mind rebelled once again at doing it, she knew Peggy had already done as much for her. Besides, in this position, the shiek was concentrating full-time on her own cunt, and in order to keep his cock in there, she would have to capitulate. Slowly she lowered her mouth to the coral slash of Peggy's pussy. Without realizing it, her lips and her tongue instantly went to work, sucking and slurping and drinking the tasty juices from within. The moment she tasted Peggy, Adrienne's doubts vanished, and she avidly proceeded to lick and lap. Her tongue tasted more than Peggy's pussy. It also tasted the oiliness left there by the sheik's plundering cock, making Adrienne slurp even more anxiously into the pink puddle. Her tongue licked at the cunt like a calf would lick at spilled sugar.
Sizzling electric sparks were already building to high arcs in the seething depths of Adrienne's anxious cunt. She shuddered back and forth all the more maddeningly. All the while her taut pussylips were tugging that much harder on the full length of her captor's weighty phallus, while her tongue kept on lancing all the more powerfully into Peggy's tantalizingly bubbling cunt. God! Had Adrienne known how delectable all this was, she would have probably been indulging as a young girl.
A continual swelling of thrills kept on building inside her. She was aware of the sheik's hand reaching beneath her, moving between her quivering thighs, massaging her extended clitoris with his practiced fingers. Her body was building higher and higher, rising from one sensation to the next as the delights inside her broiling cunt became that much more intense. His plundering, stabbing, spearing penis was leading her to that all-important brink. What was more, sucking on Peggy's peach-like cunt seemed to enhance the feelings creating that much more lust. It occurred to her that an orgasm with her mouth glued to the tasty slash between Peggy's thighs would be something different and marvelous. Yes, she wanted that.
Then, the orgasm was there, bubbling up inside her, hitting her tender body with all the force of an uncontrolled tidal wave. Her mouth pressed firmly into the narrow opening that was Peggy's cunt, as she bellowed, "UUU RRRMMM PH-HH-AAAAUUU WWW U-U-U-RR PHH AAA!"
Lifting her face from Peggy's tantalizing cunt, she begged, "No more ... no more ... please ... no more ... I don't know why, but I'm ultra-sensitive there for the moment. Please ... please...."
He tugged his still-solid cock from inside her teeming depths, and as the lovely brunette rolled to the side, he moved up on the huge bed and shoved the full length of his throbbing tool into the weeping depths of her sizzling cleft. Adrienne lay on her back and stared at the ceiling mirror, seeing everything he was doing to Peggy, and also seeing the way Peggy reacted to it.
He fucked wildly into his third wife, feeling the wonderful cushions of her rounded breasts as his hard chest came down on hers. Allah! This was a fabulous woman, and soon she would be elevated to the position of wife of wives. Ruth, his first wife, had an incurable disease, and would soon wend her way to paradise. For the moment the sheik kept it hidden from everyone, including Ruth. But when the fat one died, Peggy would become the begum.
Everything about Peggy was perfect as far as Ibn Musa was concerned. She knew how to flatter his ego and make him feel every bit like the man he knew himself to be, yet she didn't go overboard like the other wives and concubines. He was important in her life, and this made her that much more important to him.
He wanted Adrienne for a wife, as well. Though Adrienne was the kind of woman who would never take a back seat to any other, her friendliness with Peggy would prevent her being jealous when the time came for Peggy to be elevated. But he would worry about all that when the time came. Right now, the important thing was to solidly fuck this lovely blonde. He was already listening to the sounds of her as she loudly gasped because his solidly muscular body was pressing itself firmly against her. His cock moved easily in and out, feeling some resistance, but not quite the same amount that he felt in the depths of Adrienne's cunt. Still, Peggy was good, very good.
His mouth came slamming down on the lovely blonde's lips, his probing tongue moving between her teeth, tickling her palate and making her wriggle. All the while his solid phallus continued its constant plunging in and out of her sucking pussy, sending maddening thrills through her. Then the lovely Peggy's body began tensing and he knew she was on the verge of her own satisfaction.
Peggy was in a heaven all her own. Because her upbringing had been so totally different from that of Adrienne, she felt it easy to share a loving man with other women. Certainly it was preferable to having a man all to herself whom she might learn to despise. If she had a man of her own, she would probably insist on fidelity from him, and if she ever discovered he was cheating on her, she would either be very angry or very hurt. But with Isak Ibn Musa, knowing he had other wives and concubines, she was overjoyed to see him use them when she was unavailable to him. It made her happy just to see him happy. He had a wonderful cock, though in truth, the only other cock she had ever known had been the one of Abdul, the eunuch, who had used her when she had been a concubine.
Her climax was starting to mount inside her now, and she knew it was going to be a king-sized orgasm. It would be a fitting return to the world of sex after almost a week of abstinence. Each time with Ibn Musa was better than the time before.
The thrills building in her were mounting ever higher, climbing to greater plateaus. She was expectantly waiting to blast off, but each time she felt on the verge, she found herself climbing just a little bit higher. It was coming, it was happening, and at any moment the match would touch the gunpowder inside her.
POW! It hit with all the power of a hydrogen explosion, and she felt herself whirling into outer space.
"AAAIIIYYY EEEAAA NNNGGG HHHUUU-NNNGGGHHH!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, thrashing, kicking, churning, vibrating, bucking insanely, unable to believe the overpowering strength of the orgasm taking hold of her.
A second orgasm blasted through Peggy long before the initial one died down, and then a third one powered into her while she was still in the middle of her second crisis. She was going out of her mind with lust, unable to get enough, yet being totally inundated with pulsating climaxes the like of which were far greater than anything she had previously experienced.
Then, like Adrienne, she suddenly discovered her vagina was too sensitive for her to withstand anything more. She knew there were other orgasms just waiting to emerge, but at this moment she didn't have the strength to be able to withstand them.
She slowly eased herself out from beneath the muscular body of the powerful sheik. Looking at him, she asked him to spin over and lie on his back. The one thing she didn't enjoy would be seeing him suffer, and his penis was so hard, it would burst if he didn't find relief.
The man turned over, his mighty fiery phallic length probing the air above him, and her mouth slid expertly over it. Even as his cock slid into the warm, slippery confines of Peggy's narrow throat, the sheik was wishing to feel Adrienne's mouth. Not that Peggy wasn't an excellent fellatrice. She was superb, but there was something about Adrienne's throat, perhaps the fact that it, like her cunt, was very narrow, that made her seem a little bit better than Peggy. It wasn't Peggy's fault that she was able to open her mouth and throat wide enough to contain his monstrous organ without her choking on it. Yes, that was what he liked; to feel the way Adrienne gagged when she pulled his cock-head into her gullet. Still, Peggy did have an expertise about her that none of his other women possessed. Eventually he hoped Adrienne would be just as expert at cocksucking, and with her tight throat, he would indeed be in paradise.
The sheik slammed the full length of his pulsating cock all the way into the close confines of Peggy's gullet with continuous movements as her hands forced his thighs wider and wider apart. His eyes were glazed for the moment and he was completely unaware of Adrienne's movements.
Watching the way the blonde woman was sucking Ibn Musa, Adrienne suddenly felt an overwhelming hunger, aching to feel it in the depths of her own gullet, as well. Peggy had done enough for this man for one day. The various positions they had used had been Peggy's idea, and Peggy had seen to it she, Adrienne, had enjoyed her own series of climaxes before letting Ibn Musa fuck her. Now Peggy was taking the man's satisfaction on herself, and Adrienne felt a sense of guilt, as if this, somehow or other, was her own responsibility. Still, Peggy definitely outranked her, and it would have been wrong of her to simply push the lovely blonde aside and take over, orally. She had to do this in a way that would make everyone, including herself, happy.
Movino over to where the lovely blonde's hungry mouth was very methodically sliding up and down above the parted thighs of this man both were subservient to, she moved her own face lower between his widespread loins, turning her mouth toward his groin, parting her lips as wide as was humanly possible. She then proceeded to swallow his testicles into her mouth, sucking and licking with her tongue at the hairy, wrinkled skin of his scrotum.
The sheik felt the pressure of her lips and tongue, and this caused him to move his ass into overdrive. He dug his feet into the bed and slammed the full length of his cock upward, burying the head as far as was humanly possible into Peggy's gullet. He was aware of his dark-blonde wife's cheeks bloating to accept his meaty breadth, and he crammed the broadest flange of his cock, his glans and corona, into the depths of her squeezing esophagus. The tongue on his testicles wa driving him totally out of his mind and he congratulated himself on having chosen such an excellent woman. She was as good this way as she was when it came to the law.
Then he was blasting off, hitting the heights of wonder, the summit of delight, shooting his entire load into the sucking mouth of the lovely Peggy, feeling the way her lips closed themselves tightly around his pulsating penis. She sucked as if his sperm were food to her, and she needed it to survive. All the while she bobbed her head, and Adrienne's lips squeezed his balls, sucking the semen dripping down the length of his cock into her own mouth.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It hadn't been easy, but she was free. The sheik and Peggy had fallen asleep, and she had looked around in his closet and had found some of the clothing she had worn when she had been kidnapped. She had not time for the underclothing, but she had slipped on the dress and the shoes, and once again she had gone down the stairs, the alarm going off when she had opened the door.
This time she took the stairs to the first floor, stepped out into a hallway lined on both sides with doors leading to other apartments. Then she was running down the hallway, and someone was coming out of his apartment to throw the garbage out. She pushed the door open, ran inside, and when she entered his living room, she found herself looking out the window at the front of the building on Park Avenue, only one story below.
Flinging open the window, she had literally leaped out, falling into a hedge that scratched her as she landed below. Then she ran into traffic, across the Street, somehow managing to avoid being hit by cars. She was free and she would stay free-or so she thought.
She ran down Sixty-first Street, charging madly past people who stared at the woman without a coat with bare legs who looked like some kind of freak with the makeup on her face smeared. Some of the sheik's semen had dried on her cheek and had turned into a crust.
Still running, she reached the corner, and there she stopped. Panting, out of breath, she stopped and waited, unable to move. She must have stayed there for more than ten minutes, not aware of time going by, nor aware of the traffic around her. As a result, when the black Mercedes limousine pulled up alongside her, and a man jumped out and clamped a hand over her mouth and dragged her into the rear of the limousine, she was terrified.
When the hand pulled itself from her eyes, she saw it was Abdul. With him was Hassan, another eunuch. Hassan smiled evilly, and she suddenly understood that like Abdul, Hassan was a eunuch who had retained his desires along with his penis in spite of not having balls.
"The master has instructed us to bring you back punished," Abdul told her. "Either we do as he says, or we will be punished ourselves. Since he will no longer desire you as a wife, but merely as a concubine to be used by other men who will visit him from time to time, we can do as we wish to you. What we wish is quite simple," he sneered, a hand under her dress, already tracing its way up her naked thigh.
"Just looking at you makes me sick," Adrienne gasped.
"Well then, we shall remedy that," Abdul laughed, and tearing off a piece of her dress, he tied it around her eyes, blindfolding her. "Now you don't have to look at us."
"Here, in the car," she heard Hassan say.
Hassan, she recalled, looked different considering he was a eunuch. Oh he was fat and paunchy, and his eyes had that evil glitter in them. Also, he had no hair on his face or head, but his eyes were deep-set and sunken. Where Abdul hated women because he was only a half-man, Hassan seemed to hate everyone and everything in general. Abdul was the kind of person who wouldn't hesitate to hurt a woman to enjoy himself, but Hassan was the kind of man who would not be able to enjoy himself without inflicting pain.
This whole thing was insane. They were going to do things to her in a moving car. She felt Abdul's pudgy hand pushing her dress higher, and though her mind was rebelling against it all, her body was instantly warming to it. She was aware of hot liquid already bubbling in her cunt, ready to ooze down her legs. Abdul's other hand was already massaging her breasts, roughly running over them, making her realize how lacking he was in expertise compared to the sheik. She wondered which one of the eunuchs was driving the car.
Christ! Here was another fine situation she had gotten herself into, and it made her angry. Had she kept on running a little longer, she might have found a police station or something.
The hand on her breast was rubbing her nipples, making them swell and enlarge, driving her wild with sudden desire all over again. Right here, kneeling on the floor in the back of a limousine, she felt herself oozing vaginal fluid. She was so aroused, she was unable to keep herself from parting her thighs a little. Even though her cunt was still a little sensitive, she felt it all being overridden by the uncontrolled arousal going through her shuddering body. Her pussylips were already beginning to pulsate out of control.
She jumped as she felt the eunuch's soft hand slide across the unclothed tops of her quivering thighs. He was tickling her and tantalizing her in a rough way, taking her mind off the fact that this was punishment since it was obvious he intended fully enjoying himself with her before meting out any pain.
His hand worked itself higher, and though she tried clamping her thighs tightly shut, he worked his finger between them and began rubbing the pink slit of her pussy, touching her clitoris and sending static sparking its way through her shuddering body. She heard Abdul snort as he realized how aroused she was by what he was doing.
Adrienne squirmed, wanting to cry out, knowing how useless it was to do so in a limousine of this sort, where it was not only sound-proofed, but with the outer windows coated with percury to create a mirror-like effect, preventing anyone from looking in while anyone inside was able to look out.
As it was, Abdul's thick finger was already moving into the sodden narrowness of her cunt's slit, creating more anguish in her aching pussy. The finger was building a rough feeling of friction as it pressed itself into her that much more deeply. Abdul shoved a bit more, as if driving a stake into her rather than a finger, and it made her aware of how much of a captive she was to the sensations she was feeling.
"You like it, don't you!" Abdul snorted.
When Adrienne didn't respond, he rammed his finger even deeper into her sucking cunt, reaching for, finally touching her cervical opening, applying pressure until she felt pain. Then he asked again, "Do you like it, slave of Isak Ibn Musa?"
Afraid to remain silent, yet too frightened to speak, she merely nodded her assent.
"Excellent, excellent," Abdul roared. "Hassan here, is as hot for your womanly hole as I am. We both of us will make good use of you before punishing you and bringing you back to the lord and master."
Horrified, Adrienne turned her blindfolded face in Abdul's direction. She heard him chuckle again as his finger continued moving around and around in the tightness of her cunt. She understood why he had asked her if she liked what he was doing. He didn't care about her emotions and what she was feeling, but he wanted her to know and understand everything that was happening to her. He intended totally humiliating her in addition to punishing her, not merely because Ibn Musa had told him to do it, but because he relished the idea. More, it seemed as if the eunuch wanted her to humiliate herself. This made Adrienne feel a strong sense of anger. She had done nothing to these freaks, these castratos, and they were out to do her harm.
Abdul's fingertip was wildly teasing her clitoris by now, moving against it again and again. Her body writhed, unable to keep still as he hoisted her up and sat her on the seat between himself and Hassan. Her inner self quaked with hatred as she felt him forcing her thighs to open themselves wider, and all the while his finger worked against her clitoris, and little by little she began surrendering herself to the rousing heat fuming in the center of her cuntal core. Charges of uncontrolled need filled her as his massaging finger now pressed all the more palpably against the hard extension peeping out from the soft folds between her vaginal lips. She felt an intensifying tingle making her entire slit that much wetter as she continued wriggling.
Jesus H. Christ! It was so godawful sitting here in a car like this, blindfolded, between two eunuchs, men who should have been incapable of doing anything, her helpless thighs wide apart while one of the eunuchs continued tantalizing her sensitive area. She wanted to pretend she felt nothing, but that would have been the biggest farce of all. Perspiration had already broken out on her forehead, anxious perspiration not fearful sweat.
"Wait until you feel her cunt," Abdul was saying to Hassan, making her aware of how Americanized the eunuchs as well as their master had become, using such slang words. "She has a very juicy little box, and when I fucked it the last time it was such a pleasure."
"She has nice breasts, too," Hassan said, his evil voice making Adrienne cringe.
She shuddered, feeling his hand unbutton her dress front and then cupping the fullness of her breasts while pinching her nipples. Abdul, sitting on her left at the moment, was concentrating solely on her hotly aroused pussy for the present. Her naked flesh felt as if it was burning at the man's touch.
"Please...." Adrienne gasped, whimpering, forgetting that all the pleading in the world would get her nowhere with animals such as these.
"No one gave you permission to speak," Abdul snapped, as if letting her know once and for all how superior he was to her. "Speak again without permission, and we'll shut you up by shoving Hassan's cock in your mouth while I sew up your cunt."
The fingertip was rubbing with stronger pressure now, pressing against her burning clitoris. It occasionally moved into the seeping hole beneath. Then it wormed into the tightly crushing little tunnel and started sliding in and out. The finger had its effect on Adrienne almost instantly. It wasn't a big climax, perhaps the smallest one she had ever known, but she felt it charge through her body with an overpowering force. At the same time her vaginal interior emitted a heavy outflow of juices, juices that ran all over Abdul's, hand.
"This is going to be a lot of fun," Hassan, on her right, murmured.
"It will be more fun if we totally undress her," Abdul insisted.
Adrienne knew there was nothing for her to do. They were going to undress her in the car, and that was all there was to it.
Between them, the two eunuchs began moving her body around in the bank of the car, undoing the rest of her dress and pulling it over her head, exposing her nakedness. The car didn't have the heater on, and though it wasn't a cold day, Adrienne felt a chill wash over her.
Terrified, she felt four hands touching her in intimate areas, squeezing her breasts, diging into the tightness of her cunt, and one of them was even probing a finger into her asshole. It was Abdul who was massaging her cunt, now probing even more deeply into her womanly embrasure. His other hand was digging into her asshole. But Hassan's hands were once again playing with her huge breasts, making her nipples swell even larger. Then, while Abdul's fingers in her vagina built her up to greater heat, the hands on her breasts stopped, and Hassan, on her right, started shuffling around. With horror, Adrienne realized he was getting undressed.
They forced her to lie back, with her head pressed firmly against the back of the leather seat. But Abdul seemed to change his mind. He pulled out one of the jump seats and forced Adrienne to sit there, so her head now rested against the back of the front seat. He had her legs draped over his thighs, thighs still covered with pantaloons. She trembled, realizing she was completely at the mercy of these terrible men. They were going to do whatever they pleased with her, and in the process shame and hurt her.
"Nice, soft thighs," Hassan was whispering, his hands feeling the white pillars near the juncture of her cunt.
"True," Abdul nodded.
Adrienne was already blushing, aware of the way they were licentiously examining her vagina. She was so wantonly exposed to their fixed stares, yet because of the blindfold she was unable to see them. As it was she felt the breath of both of them on her thighs and apprehensively waited.
Abdul forced her knees farther apart while Hassan began lewdly stroking her tender flesh. His fingers moved over her slender thighs, concentrating on the ultra-sensitive inner parts. The fingers moved in steadily, making rotating circles against her white skin, and Adrienne shuddered even more. She wanted to clamp her thighs shut, but Abdul's strong effeminate hands held them wide apart as he gripped her knees.
"Yes, very nice breasts," she heard Hassan mutter.
"Large enough, too," Abdul agreed, fondling them with one of his hands for a moment. "Like grapefruit, but, her cunt is still the nicest part of her, since that's the part that alleviates the pain we always feel."
Adrienne thought she would go out of her mind as Abdul pressed her thighs even wider apart. She wasn't able to stand this any longer, yet she knew resistance would only bring more pain. She had been caught, and now she realized her sin hadn't been in running away so much as in being caught.
She felt Hassan's fingers, smaller, thinner fingers than Abdul's, very slowly insert themselves into the soft coral folds of her helpless vagina. Her velvety interior shuddered when he touched her, but her naked labia felt as if they were parting of their own accord. Adrienne knew there was no way to fight the will of her body any longer. Even if she weren't a slave to Isak Ibn Musa, she would still be a slave to her own needs. She gasped as lewd fingers pressed that much deeper into her, then his thumb was palpating her clitoris, making it swell as she writhed helplessly between the two porcine males.
The naked Hassan's fingers continued concentrating on that area, where her nerve-endings all seemed to gather together. His rubbing her clitoris made her buck her buttocks up and down that much more rapidly.
"You're too gentle," Abdul said to Hassan. "We were told to punish her any way we saw fit before dragging her back to the master, who will punish her even further by no longer permitting her to be part of his retinue, but will, instead, make use of her when he invites guests from the Third World to his home."
Hassan's hands once again began roving over her quivering breasts. He thumbed her nipples making them swell to sizes even greater than they had ever grown to, before. Then all four hands were once again touching her body.
It seemed silly, but she felt a stronger repulsion for Hassan than for Abdul in spite of the fact that Abdul was obviously in charge of this punishment. But it was Abdul's breath she felt on her belly as he pushed a finger into her helpless vagina and began moving it in and out. She hated the way her flesh automatically responded to his disgusting touch.
Even as they played wilth her, they discussed her in the third person, as if she didn't matter at all. They talked about all the hideous things in store for her. Meanwhile the car kept stopping and going, turning corners, taking her she-knew-not-where for the moment.
Adrienne thought herself on the verge of a nervous breakdown by now. The touch of both men built her to greater sensual heights. She was hopelessly trapped, and all she was able to do would be to respond to their wantonly lascivious probings, and sheer desperation made her feel what she knew to be hopeless desire streaking through her in spite of knowing she would soon feel all kinds of pain. The licentious torment of lust burning through her was so overpowering, there was no way it would ever be contained. She had Ibn Musa to thank for this, and somehow she would still get back at him for awakening her senses to such a powerful degree she was unable to control them.
The leather jump seat became damp and sticky beneath her churning buttocks, making her bare flesh adhere to it. All the while her aroused inner self seemed to have a greater will of its own than ever before, though she realized she was being forced into something by two men who were supposed to be incapable of performing something like this. She was sighing and moaning helplessly, her body writhing as the two eunuchs continued touching her.
She was pushing her wanton nakedness upward against their groping hands without even realizing it. Adrienne felt no shame whatsoever, no sorrow, and the fear was receding in the face of desire. Her outstretched nipples seemed to be reaching for more caresses, and her bare pussy was once again pleading to be penetrated.
"She's ready now," Abdul said. "Which of us do you want to go first?" he asked, "Hassan or myself?"
Adrienne refused to reply. Any answer pleasing one would immediately offend the other. Both were obviously intent on looking for further reasons to hurt her.
"Hassan, you go first," the larger eunuch insisted.
"Ah, why not the two of us at the same time?" Hassan asked.
He grabbed her hand and put it on his extended cock, making her aware that it was approximately the same length and thickness as that of Abdul. Adrienne automatically squeezed the phallus, feeling the way it pulsated. From the speed at which it was pulsating, the woman knew the eunuch had better bury it in a hurry or he would be shooting into mid-air. But she ached to be fucked, even with a cock like this, one once again that had no balls beneath it.
"Hamdulillah!" Hassan muttered. "I'll bet this one is really one wild fuck!"
"She's that," Abdul nodded. "I can attest to that."
Adrienne ached to be filled with cock, yet she wanted to resist and insist they leave her alone. But the finger constantly running in and out of her tight vagina sapped the last little bit of resistance from her quaking body.
Abdul was saying, "Look at her! She's dying for it!"
"I'll start!" the voice of Hassan said, and opening the other jump seat, he slid his own naked body onto it. Adrienne almost felt the skin tear from her buttocks as she was peeled from the seat where she had been forced to sit.
"It's going to be clumsy here, no matter how we do it," Abdul insisted. "Look, I'll sit her on my lap and use my knees to keep her thighs apart. You can kneel on the floor and fuck her wide-open cunt. I'll have her sit facing you."
"No!" Adrienne screamed, hating the way they were deciding her fate as casually as if she were a kid being led to slaughter.
She wanted to be fucked all right, but not by these two. Even Ibn Musa would be better than this pair.
But Hassan was already up from the other jump seat, and he was closing both of them. He held her for a moment, then she was suddenly spun around and dropped into Abdul's lap. That was when she realized that while Hassan had held her, Abdul had dropped his own pants. His hard cock stood straight up as she sat on it, its full length sliding between the cheeks of her ass. At the same time she felt another penis sliding along the inside of her thigh.
She tried to jump up, but Abdul, his hands gripping her breasts, held her down in his lap. Everything was happening so quickly now, but the way the penis was rubbing between her asscheeks left no doubt in her mind what Abdul intended doing. Yet there was no way to stop him.
Hassan was kneeling on the floor in front of her, his thighs between hers, and though she was unable to see it, she was certain his cock was already aimed at her vagina. Abdul's hands squeezed her breasts as he forced her a little lower to bring her cunt into line with Hassan's cock. The movement made her shudder, because he pulled back a little and rubbed the tip of his penis against her anal opening at the same time.
Adrienne shuddered. Every time she was certain nothing worse would happen to her, something worse did happen to her.
At that moment she felt Hassan's bulbousheaded penis separating her labia. He was grunting, and then pushing hard, and suddenly the penis was moving into her vagina. It was the thinnest of the three male organs to ever penetrate her, and so it slid into her with relative ease in spite of her tightness. Even so, her cunt, like a leech with suckers, tried clinging to it. Her interior walls were sopping wet because her vagina was still leaking, and little by little the penis sank ever deeper into her until the bare pelvis of the eunuch rubbed itself against her own bare mount. The pressure of the cock inside her forced her to open her thighs that much wider.
At that moment, Abdul lifted her a little in his lap, one hand still gripping her breasts. He pressed the tip of his penis to her rectum, then held his penis upright with his other hand as Hassan pressed his hands on her shouldres, forcing her down.
Pain streaked through her body. It was unparalleled agony, and she knew now the kind of punishment these men had in store for her before returning her to Isak Ibn Musa. She tried struggling, but she was held too tightly in place. The helmeted head of the cock was digging into her sphincter, trying to force it open that much wider, and there was no direction for her to move but down. Hassan's hands on her shoulders pushed her lower, and the agony was intensely unbearable.
"Yyyyyy aaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh!" she shrieked. Slowly but surely her body continued to sink on the skewer in her rectum, feeling it tear at her membranes as it widened her back tunnel. Torment charged through her as never before, and all the while Hassan's cock remained lodged in her cunt, thereby making her anal passageway even narrower.
She had hoped her moan might arouse some pity in the two men, but it hadn't. They just kept pushing her down, down, down.
One hand held her breasts, one arm was wrapped around her waist, and two hands pressed on her shoulders, lifting her up, pushing her down, moving her along the lengths of the dually impaling penises. When the one in her vagina pushed in, the one in her rectum eased back, and when the one in her rectum eased in, the one in her vagina retreated.
"Relax!" Abdul ordered. "Soon pleasure will fill you in the rear as it has everywhere else."
The worst part of this living nightmare was Adrienne's realization that the eunuch was right. Even being shuttled back and forth on the two penises, both causing her pain, didn't detract from her enjoyment. She was starting to like it.
Adrienne twisted against the delightful feelings mixed with the painful staking of her rectum. She thought she would die from this dual attack, either from pleasure or from agony. The elongated lances of rigid muscle, though lacking balls beneath them, were no less solid. They plunged repeatedly into her twin orifices-tunnels separated only by a thin piece of tissue. She wondered if it was possible for them to tear through the membrane and kill her.
The cock-crammed beauty sighed with ecstatic anquish. Her hands were now resting on Hassan's shoulders as his rested on hers. The combined pressures of the two phalluses was really driving her wild.
She had never realized that the pressure of a penis in her rectum would actually enhance the thrills being built up in her vagina by the other penis.
Her sore rectal tube was ceaselessly being plugged by the fatter of the two phalluses. She was being centrally knifed by a pair of fleshy poniards. In spite of the torture and the humiliation, she knew now she wanted to feel more and more and more. Adrienne felt the rounded belly of the eunuch in front of her pressing into her own flat, soft stomach. At the same time she felt the even bigger belly of Abdul pressing against her spine, and it made her aware of how much more she enjoyed being with Sheik Isak Ibn Musa.
Both of her tenderly soft, feminine orifices were continually and mercilessly being raped. Abdul's fingers were now reaching around her thigh and touching her clitoris, massaging it in time to the way Hassan was cramming his cock into her. Vibrating, blasting waves of thrilling delight coursed through her shuddering body, but they were accompanied by crushing strains of torment as the penis on which she still sat continued knifing itself into her rectum.
Adrienne wanted to gasp, to scream, but knowing to do so would only add to the pleasure of the two monsters fucking her. She would never give them this kind of satisfaction.
The eunuch fucking into her tenderly soft feminine orifice now held onto her body by gripping her two rounded breasts and pulling her toward him. Adrienne thought he would pull them from her body. At the same time she felt Abdul press his flabby, hairless chest against the soft smoothness of her back. He had his mouth glued to her ear, and he was muttering some Arabian obscenities she didn't understand.
His lust-swollen sword of solid phallus slammed upward, driving into the tightness of her rectal channel. Both monsters used the same kind of short, hard, vibrating stroke, punishing her as much as tantalizing her. If this was only to be the beginning of her punishment, she wondered what horrors were held in store for her when they returned her to Ibn Musa. Her helplessly naked body was shuttled back and forth between the two cocks unendingly. Pleasure was continuing to heighten in her body, but so was the pain. The hurt in her hot vagina was mild compared to the agony in her rectum. Adrienne was in desperate need for a climax, but she ached to have an end to the agony she was feeling at the same time.
The pain had become a moving force inside her slender body, and the brown-haired beauty tried blanking out her mind to the torture, but it simply wouldn't work. With an overpowering effort, coming from some hidden reserves deep within herself, she slammed her tight buttocks down and back, jamming herself directly into the sources of her rectal pain. She met the man's heavy upward thrusts as she deliberately slammed her rounded asscheeks into his thighs again and again. She was doing her best to make the man climax, hoping he would blast his heated sperm into her rectum and then his cock would shrink. Besides, the semen in her ass would act as some kind of soothing balm. Equally important, the most wicked part of this rape would be ended.
But as she rammed her tight asshole back, she applied stronger pressure to her vaginal muscles, as well. They tightly massaged the rigid phallus buried in her cunt in an even more exciting way than Hassan had expected.
Suddenly Adrienne realized it was the nakedly kneeling Hassan in front of her, with his fleshpole buried in the teeming depths of her succulent pussy who would attain satisfaction of sorts, first. She felt the burning surge of wanton delight building in his shuddering interior, and the pain in his pelvis at this moment became even greater than the agonies her rectum had suffered. The flow came shooting into her with heated power the like of which she had never known, not even from Abdul.
"HHH AAA III YY Y-E-E-E AAA GGG HHH AAA III YY Y-A-A-A-I!" his high-pitched voice squealed, firing load after load of hot, seething spermless oil into her, and as he fired, he thrust his cock in and out with even greater rapidity, and she suddenly felt herself climaxing as well.
"YYY AAA NNN GGGHHH AAA RRR GGG HHH UUU N-N-G-G-G HHH!" she bellowed in the close confines of the car.
Her head snapped back and hit Abdul in the face. She squirmed sluttishly between the two phalluses, continually bouncing and rotating as the two men continued slamming their penises into her. Both cocks were wet and slimy, but the one in her vagina was starting to soften as it continued moving through her. But the other one, the thicker one, remained gripped in the tightness of her squeezing rectum, remaining as solid as ever.
The penis in her vagina continued shrinking and it would only be a matter of seconds before it fell out of her. Frantically she reached out and clasped her hands behind Hassan's neck. Behind the cloth blindfold her eyes rolled back in her head as she found herself completely out of control. She was aware of the penis in her tightly gripping rectum slamming sporadically between her unresisting buttocks. His heavy breathing turned to long, drawn out squeals, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before Abdul also came.
"Unnnnhhhh ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... uuuunnn-nhhhhh...." she gasped out loud, aware of the thickly slamming phallus in her rectum swelling and becoming even heavier as Abdul harshly tugged it back and sent it slamming right back into her. Then, the strangest thing happened. She experienced yet another orgasm, but this one originated in her rectum.
"AAA III YYY AAA GGG HHH AAA NNN GGG H-H-H-AAA GGG HHH!" Adrienne shouted as the orgasmic delight charged through every part of her body, blotting out the pain. Then she was aware of ropes of slimy semen gushing through her as Abdul also came.
She lay back against the fat and flabby eunuch, resolved to face whatever punishment lay in store for her. Resistance seemed totally useless.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The limousine had stopped, and looking out the window, she realized there was one of New York's traffic jams in front of them. Abdul lay listlessly behind her, and Hassan lay on the floor in front of her, facedown. Her dress was on the seat next to Abdul, and the door handle of the car was within easy reach. Odd, but even the lock wasn't down.
Adrienne, in a sudden move, opened the limousine door and tumbled out, taking her dress with her. Totally naked, she ran to the nearest building, and with a whole group of people staring, she ran inside and found the nearest ladies room. Once in there, she slipped into her dress. Then she bummed a dime from one of the other women in there and used the pay phone in the ladies room to call the police. She wouldn't come out until the police car came and picked her up.
When she was taken to the station, she told her story to a stenographer who typed it up so she'd be able to sign it. Then fresh clothing was brought for her, and her boss, Herman Bennett, senior partner of the law firm where she worked, came and picked her up. He took her to his own town apartment and she stayed there a week, recovering from all she had gone through.
At the end of that time, she discovered that although she no longer had her old apartment, she still had all her clothing, which had been put away in storage along with her furniture. Her boss rented a new apartment for her, and lawsuits were filed against Isak Ibn Musa, as well as criminal charges. But when the police went looking for him, the sheik and his retinue had gone from New York.
A month went by, and Adrienne slowly began to settle back into her work. The shock of being free was slowly wearing off, and she realized the need for sex was becoming overpowering. Ibn Musa had created a terrible need in her. She decided she would assuage the need with some of the handsomer, single men who worked for the law firm. Unfortunately, she soon learned that there wasn't a single man in the group capable of really satisfying her. In fact, two men together were less satisfying than either of the sheik's eunuch's, both of whom had been inferior to him.
Another month passed. It was already the end of June, and one day the buzzer to her apartment sounded. When she opened the door, she saw a tall, handsome youth standing before her. He was dark and looked vaguely familiar.
"Miss Charman?" the youth asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
"I am Haroun Ibn Musa, brother to a former friend of yours," he told her, and Adrienne, shocked, backed away from him.
"You need not fear me, Miss Charman," he told her. "Although I am from Saudi Arabia, I have no intention of following the ways of my father. You see, I am the eighth son, and have no hope of ever becoming a sheik. Rather I would prefer to live in this country and take up the noble profession of law. I have been graduated from various law universities with honors, and at my brother's suggestion, I came to speak with you, hoping you might accept me into your firm."
"Why my firm?" she asked.
"My brother Isak has informed me you are the only attorney who has bested him. He feels I should be with the best and learn from you. He asked me to give you this letter."
Her hands trembling, Adrienne took the letter the man handed to her. She opened it and walked over to a window so she would be able to read it better.
My dear Adrienne, Some birds must remain wild and free in order to survive. You are one of those birds. I knew it would be impossible to keep you caged up when you made your second attempt to escape, and after Abdul had suitably "punished" you for disobeying me and running away, he was instructed to allow you to escape once and for all.
Forgive my playing the braggart, but I feel certain you have not found my equal when it comes to lovemaking. A woman as sensuous as yourself needs a good man to love her. So I send you my brother, Haroun, who has no harem, and who has no wish to follow the Moslem tenents. He is intelligent and will make a good law partner. More important, he will make a good bed partner. Whether marriage is something you want is up to yourself, but Haroun has been instructed in the art of lovemaking by both, myself and by Peggy, who has since given me a second reason for rejoicing for she is pregnant again. She is also the new begum. I wish you well, and hope Haroun will be adequate compensation for what you must feel is all the wrong I have done you. I knew you would refuse money, but I can't see you refusing Haroun.
Adrienne looked at the younger brother of Isak Ibn Musa, and she knew the sheik was right. Haroun was very probably the answer to her prayers. She definitely did need an answer.
"Please come in and make yourself comfortable," she said to Haroun. "We have much to learn about one another. I have things to teach you, and I'm certain you have things to teach me."
She smiled and he smiled back. Adrienne suddenly knew everything was going to be just fine.
