Susan Gray was -a beautiful American girl not long out of college who decided that travel adventure was just the thing she needed at that point in her life.
The beautiful blonde traveled in concert with some young friends to Turkey, where they decided to see the sights and have some fun. It was while she was in Istanbul that an event of earth shattering significance occurred in Susan's life, something so tragic that she never thought she could endure it.
Susan was caught in a police raid along with her traveling companions at a wild party in which hashish was being consumed. Susan had been unaware of the severe penalties that the Turkish government imposed for any involvement with drugs. She did her best while taking the stand in her own behalf at her trial to get the charges reduced, citing the fact that she had never had any difficulties with the law either in her own country or any other prior to that point in time. She sought to present the view that the indulging in hashish was no more than a chance interlude in her life and that she should not be judged in an excessively harsh manner.
Although Susan did her best to press her point, she was thwarted by the appearance of a dark, glowering, bearded Turk who thoroughly frightened her. He sat in the courtroom daily, and when it came time for her to testify, Susan could not help but tremble in this man's presence, injuring her chances for a sentence reduction.
When the trial ended and Susan was handed a stiff sentence, she thought she would never see the demonical man who had glared at her with a combination of hatred and lust again.
Upon Susan's arrival at the desert prison outside of Ankara where she was to serve her term, she immediately became reacquainted with this evil man.
His name was Omar and, much to Susan's surprise, he turned out to be the warden of the prison!
Omar's objective from the very outset was clear-to make Susan his personal sex slave.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER 1
As Susan Gray was herded into the van handcuffed, she couldn't help but break down and cry.
She had just been sentenced to five years in prison for being caught consuming hashish. When she thought about it, she recognized how futile it had all been. She hadn't liked hash parties that much to start with, but she had gone with the crowd. Some of her college friends that she traveled over to Turkey with. She had been one of the knapsack carriers who had roamed the streets of Istanbul and had stayed in an inexpensive pension.
It was like a nightmare when the police broke into the hotel room. They confiscated the hash and arrested everyone. A short trial ensued, and Susan was judged guilty.
She could never forget the expression on the face of one man who had been sitting just behind her. When she had been on the witness stand seeking mercy on her own behalf, she had been unable to avoid the man's deep, anthracite stare. He had the darkest and most intense expression in his eyes of anyone that she had ever seen. The longer that he had stared at her, the more rattled she had become. Pretty soon Susan began to lose her composure on the witness stand. She began to nervously move her fingers through her hair, after which her hands began to shake. The prosecutor leaned forward at that point and exclaimed quite bluntly:
"Miss Gray, you have all the appearances of a guilty woman."
She was taken in the van to Ankara, the capital of Turkey. She was told that the prison where she would be staying was on the outskirts of Ankara. She kept thinking about this man. She was convinced that he had hurt her enormously since he had destroyed her composure. She wasn't the kind of girl who had been in much trouble at home. She had been at a few marijuana parties, and had never been the subject of a bust. She was pretty well behaved, but all it had taken was one mistake in Turkey. That one mistake was going to cost her dearly.
She remained under armed guard during the ride to Ankara. When the van ground to a halt inside the prison gates, she was led by two armed guards out of the van and inside the prison. It looked like an almost deserted dungeon. It stood out in the middle of the wilderness, in the midst of sandy dunes. The warm wind blew sand in her face as Susan squinted her eyes, then put her head down. She was just as happy to have a reason to put her head down, since she didn't really care to look up.
As the door to the prison locked ominously behind her, she said a silent farewell to the world which lay outside. She wondered just how long it would be before anyone in the United States would see her again. She wondered if they would even be allowed to hear from her. If she would be permitted the opportunity to write letters. Or, in the event that she could write them, whether they would actually be forwarded.
Susan was a tall, beautiful blonde in her early twenties. She had just graduated from college a few months earlier, and had been looking forward to going to graduate school and becoming a teacher. Now all her dreams were shattered.
She was led by the armed guards down a narrow, winding corridor into a dark, dank cell. The smell of disinfectant permeated the entire atmosphere as she entered the cell. Once again she heard the sound of a rusty door clinking shut. As the guards left, she felt totally shut off from the rest of the world.
Susan threw herself down into the small cot which would serve as her bed. She buried her head in her hands and sobbed unrestrainedly for better than an hour. After all the sobbing was done, she felt weary. After all, it had been a long journey in the hot van, and the crying had robbed her of what little strength she had left. She fell into a deep sleep, only to be awakened as nightfall approached.
"Wake up, Susan," she heard a robust man's voice say in a deep Turkish accent.
She blinked her eyes open. She could hardly believe the sight before her eyes. She stared at the man in front of her. Could it be? Or was this some kind of a nightmare? At first it was hard for her to tell, but as her eyes continued to remain focused on the shadowy image in front of her, she recognized that it was all too true. It was the same man who had intimidated her through his searing stares during the trial. The man they had referred to as Omar. She could hardly believe it, but there he was, apparently prepared to taunt her some more.
"How are you, Susan?" he asked smilingly.
He stood there wearing his same khaki uniform. He waited for a reply.
"How do you think I'd be?" she replied in a rattled, trembling voice.
"I think that your stay can be made a lot more pleasant if you will be willing cooperate," he said.
Omar reached into his shirt pocket, pulling out a package of cigarettes.
"Cigarette?" he asked.
"No thank you," she replied bitterly.
Omar flipped the package of cigarettes back into his shirt pocket. He took several steps toward her. He sat down next to her on the cot. He looked into her eyes with the same kind of intensity that he had demonstrated before. During the course of the short, nightmarish trial in which she was convicted.
"You have a beautiful face," he said, "and I have seen very few blonde women. Women like you are truly a rarity in my country. I like just looking into your blue eyes. It gives me such a wonderful feeling.
I'm glad you'll be staying here."
"Just who are you?" she asked, still intimated by this dark, intense Turk.
"I'm in charge of this entire prison," he waved his right hand through the air in a majestic demonstration of power.
She flinched. Her heart began to pound nervously. It now had become all to clear to her. Omar had had a vested interest in the outcome of the trial. He would be there to taunt her as long as she remained behind bars in that particular prison.
"Don't fret, Susan," Omar said.
He threw a sweaty arm around her shoulder. She wanted to wretch. She couldn't stand having this beast touch her. At first his arm wrapped itself around her shoulders ever so softly, in an exploratory fashion. But soon he was closing in. He pressed his body quickly against hers. Omar loved the act of rubbing his khaki uniform against Susan's well-developed breasts. He held on tightly, then pushed his lips forward. Susan attempted to struggle free, but Omar quickly clamped his strong, bulging arms around her waist. He held on so tightly that she thought for a moment he was going to break her ribs. He was not about to let her get away until he had finished kissing her.
His lips pushed roughly, ever so crudely against hers. Now he was hurting her lips as well as his lips remained ever so solidly pressed against hers. She wanted so badly to scream, but she couldn't. And, even if she could, even if she had the power, who would rescue her? She was being rudely seduced by the man in charge of the prison.
He removed his lips from hers a few moments later. As he did, Omar jumped up from the cot. He burst into loud laughter. Susan lay there shaking in the cot, tears surfacing in her eyes. Her arms and legs trembled. Omar loved having her in such a subservient position. He was determined to have things his own way with this beautiful blonde. He would dominate her in every way that he could. For one thing, he couldn't stand her bitchy superior way. He knew that she hated him, and that drove him on all the more. Just who the hell did she think she was? he asked himself. Well, he would teach her. He would make her suffer. He would make her suffer in such a way that she would gladly and willingly tolerate anything that he would mete out in the way of punishment.
As Susan lay there, her whole body trembling, she couldn't help but observe the huge bulging erection in his trousers. Omar's chest popped out with a show of arrogant defiance. He was happy that he was that hard, and he wanted her to know just how much excitement he felt.
He reached down immediately with his right hand. Susan could tell by the look of urgency in his eyes just how eager Omar was to obtain some immediate satisfaction at her expense. His anxious fingers quickly manipulated against the zipper of his trousers. In fact, he was in so much of a hurry to undo his zipper that it actually took him a little longer. He struggled for a few more moments, then managed to pry the zipper loose. He shoved it all the way down, then reached impatiently inside of his shorts with both hands. He reached out and grabbed hold of his long, hard phallus. He tugged at it, pulling it out of his shorts. He moved his fingers quickly up and down the full length of his hard, enormous pecker. The quicker that his fingers skillfully manipulated against his rock-hard rod, the more intimidated that Susan became. She began to push her body back as deeply as she could as she lay there inside of her cot.
"Just look at my cock," Omar laughed loudly. "Just look at it. You're a bitch, admit it, you're an American she-bitch. You think you're better than me. Me, a poor Turk, a guy running a prison out in the middle of the desert. Yes, I guess I'm no more than something to wipe your feet on. At least that's what you think. But take a look at this cock. I've got a hard cock. You're gonna love this cock. I'm gonna make you love it."
He moved his body quickly forward. She pushed her body back against the cell wall. She finally ran out of room. Her brutal, seductive attacker kept on hurling his cock forward. He moved it toward her mouth.
"You're gonna eat this prick," he said. "Start eating, bitch. You're gonna swallow my cream. You're gonna eat every drop of it. Go ahead, start swallowing. Start swallowing, you bitch whore."
He finally pushed his body forward and let his knees come to rest on top of the cot. He extended his legs, then reached out and grabbed her by the hair. At first he just held onto her head, but when she began to slip away, he reached down and began to pull her hair. He pulled ever so sharply, and as he held onto Susan's hair, he drove his cock forward. He shoved it ever so quickly toward her open mouth.
"You're gonna swallow it, bitch," he said, continuing to clamp down ever so hard with his fingers against her strands of long, blonde hair. "I'm pouring my cock into you. I'm gonna pour it good and hard. I'm gonna blast it into your mouth."
As his cock made its initial penetration inside of Susan's mouth, she felt like throwing up. Here was this brutal demon pulling her hair, causing her to feel great pain. And while that was happening, there he was ramming his cock simultaneously into her mouth, seeking to throat fuck her until all of the thick white fluid had been released from his cock.
While his cock pressed deeper, Susan became overwhelmed with anger. She didn't care what happened to her or how subservient her position was. She was getting back at this wretched beast. She didn't even care if the bastard had her executed. Maybe it would be better to die an instantaneous death, one relatively pain free, rather than to accept the alternative, that of a prolonged death in the desert wasteland of a hot, uncomfortable Turkish prison. And all while in the process of being tortured and taunted by the crudest, most sadistic beast she had ever met in her life.
"I'm gonna unload in your mouth," Omar laughed proudly. "I'll show you, bitch. I know prison discipline. I know what it's like whether it's dealing with a bitch or with some men. It doesn't make any difference to me."
Just as he was about to push deeper with his elongated instrument, she took advantage of her last chance. She clamped down on the tip of his cock with her teeth, biting his penis. Immediately he let out a scream, his whole body propelling itself suddenly backwards.
Susan couldn't help but feel a great sense of satisfaction at know she had wounded her attacker. As his body continued to fall backwards, he let out another shout. He landed solidly on his back on the floor, and as Susan heard the loud thud, it came as music to her ears. No matter what he might do to her after that, and she felt that he would at the very least beat her up, she had at least gotten in one good assault of her own.
Much to Susan's surprise, Omar did not jump up immediately from the floor. He just lay there and shook his head. He looked down at his sore penis, reaching out with both hands and fondling it as a child would an injury. He shook his head once more, then he slowly began to pick himself up off of the floor.
"You do have spirit," he looked into her eyes with an intense expression. "I must give you credit for that."
Susan's trembling body remained poised. She was anticipating a wild attack. Perhaps he would come at her with clenched fists. She was prepared to receive anything. But instead he just turned on his heels and walked out of the cell, closing the door behind him. She could hardly believe what had happened. Did she actually convince her attacker that any further such dealings with her would be futile? She could hardly believe it. Not from a man this determined. From the expression on his face she could see just how vital it was for him to succeed sexually with her.
About an hour after Omar had left the cell, two policemen entered her cell. One of them carried her evening meal. It consisted of some dry doughy substance and a glass of warm water. Even though she hated the doughy substance and detested the warm water, she felt it was all she was going to get, so she took advantage of the situation.
After consuming her dinner, Susan became despondent once more. She began sobbing, thinking about what it would be like at home in New York City. She thought about all the complaining she had done about little things. Like having to set the alarm for six o'clock to have breakfast and attend an eight o'clock class at school. That had all seemed so difficult for her then, but now she would gladly accept anything like that without so much as a squawk. It was amazing how one incident like the one which was confronting her now could change her to such an extent.
CHAPTER 2
Susan fell asleep after having had a long cry.
It was just a few minutes past two in the morning when she was awakened startledly by the presence of a light shining in her eyes.
She looked up and observed two armed guards standing before her, one of whom was carrying a flashlight, which he shone into her eyes. The other held a revolver in his hand, pointing it toward her head.
"You will get up and come with us," the man with the revolver said sternly.
Susan, still fighting a combination of grogginess from being awakened and morbid fear from being startled by the light and the revolver, got up from her cot. The two men led her down a tiny corridor. She turned with them into a widening corridor toward a room with a light on. They opened the door and motioned her inside.
Seated behind a desk was Omar. She could see that this was his office. He sat there in his khaki uniform. He looked into her eyes and smiled. He smirked with a sense of superiority. In short, he knew he was in command and it made him feel good.
"Do you need us any longer, sir?" the man who had shone the flashlight in her eyes asked.
"No, you men can leave," Omar said calmly. "Stay right outside the door. I'll call you if I need you for anything. Just lock the door behind you."
"Very good, sir," the man with the flashlight said.
As the guards left. Omar jumped up quickly from his chair behind his desk.
"You thought you were very smart in doing what you did," he said. "My prick was a little sore for a while, but now it's fine, I'm happy to say. Come with me into the other room."
Omar moved quickly. With one swift, cat-like advance, he reached out and grabbed her arm. He " twisted it behind her back in a hammerlock position, applying just enough leverage to fall short of a break, but to keep her in a state of wincing pain. Her eyes watered from the pain that he exerted with his grasp.
"Let's go into the other room," Omar said in a soft but terror-filled voice.
They walked into another room. Omar slammed the door shut. Apparently it was Omar's sleeping quarters. There was a huge bed in the corner of the room, along with a table and a wet bar.
"You're gonna go to bed, bitch, whether you like it or not," Omar said.
Omar threw her down in the middle of the bed, where she landed with a loud thud. As she lay there shaking her head, seeking to regain her composure, Omar walked over to the table and picked up a black bull whip. He slashed the whip against the floor several times, watching as her eyes widened with fear.
"You ought to know who's in charge now," Omar said. "Take off your clothes, bitch. Take everything off."
She immediately complied. She never saw a more hateful look than that which was on Omar's face at
" that point in time. And he continued to cling with the fingers of his right hand to his black bull whip. Susan immediately pried loose her white blouse, her trembling fingers doing the job. She let it drop down to the floor.
"Now off with the bra," Omar said.
He began to smile wryly as his victim began to remove her bra. She undid the bra straps, then let the bra drop down to the floor next to her blouse. Once that Omar observed her beautiful smooth, flowing, white breasts, his eyes widened with great delight.
"Very good," he said. "You see, by employing just a little discipline, a man can achieve quite a bit. Now I want you to finish the job."
She looked down at her black slacks. She buried her head in her hands, then began to sob. She hated what he was forcing her to do. It was so demeaning, a man standing there with a bull whip forcing her to completely disrobe.
"Please, I beg of you," she said. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier today. I just got scared, that's all. But please don't make me suffer any longer. I'll do whatever you ask. I mean, about being a prisoner. I won't give you any trouble, please, not this."
"You heard me," Omar said. "I know you won't be any trouble. You won't be any trouble because I'm gonna discipline you personally. But take off those slacks. Get them off right now, honey. I want you completely naked. I want to see your gorgeous cunt. I'll bet you've got blond pussy hairs. Beautiful blond, curly pussy hairs. I don't see much blond pussy around here. You're beautiful. Maybe you are a bitch, but you're still beautiful. And I'm gonna teach you something. I'm gonna teach you something about the facts of life."
As Susan lay there, she watched Omar begin to advance on her. He held the bull whip ever so tightly as he brought it closer to her body. She knew that' hate it as she did, she had to disrobe. She reached down and unzipped her slacks, then grabbed hold of them with her fingers. She began to glide the slacks down her legs and off of her. As she stepped out of the slacks, she reached out and grabbed at her panties. She knew that he would be asking for her to take them off next, and she didn't want to hear his snarling voice commanding that she take off her panties, so she vowed to do it by herself. To finish this morbid, demeaning act of undressing as rapidly as she knew how.
She pulled and tugged downward at her panties with both hands. Omar watched, his face lighting up with ever greater desire as he observed her smooth, trim, white legs. He liked the ivory texture of her skin. She was so different from all of the other girls he had known.
He kept on watching in a state of hypnotic fascination as he listened to the sounds of the panties scraping against her thighs, then her ankles. Pretty soon she finished removing her panties altogether, after which she kicked them off.
"You do have a beautiful pussy," he said breathlessly. "You have a gorgeous pussy. Yes, my darling. Ahhh, I like the looks of it."
As Omar continued to hold the bull whip in his right hand, he walked over toward her. He reached down with his left hand, allowing his fingers to sink against her pubic bush. He loved touching the white, scintillating snatch hairs. He let his fingers tickle them several times. She tried not to show her displeasure, but it was impossible not to at least frown several times. Omar observed her doing it, and that made him all the more angry.
After maneuvering his fingers against her furry triangle for several moments, Omar then slipped his fingers inside of her pussy. His fingers worked back and forth into her gash. He liked asserting his fingers inside of her vagina. The more quickly that he let his fingers plunge against her snatch, the greater the uninhibited excitement that overwhelmed his entire body.
He removed his fingers ever so suddenly from her mound, then looked down at her gorgeous, nude body. He liked her long, sleek legs, her trim waist, her captivating pendulous breasts.
"Lie down on your stomach," he sharply commanded. "Do what I say, bitch."
Susan immediately complied. She stretched out on her stomach, then looked up at Omar.
"Please, don't hurt me," she begged.
"I'm getting tired of hearing you talk. I'll do whatever talking is necessary. Just lie there, bitch, lie there still. Still and silent."
As she lay there on her stomach, Omar brought the bull whip over his head, then let it make its initial contact with her right ass cheek. It landed with stinging impact. Omar liked its slick, decisive confrontation with her flesh as the whip snapped against her buttock. He liked the crackling sound of it.
"Ahhh, a bull's-eye," he laughed.
He looked down at her skin, observing the ugly red welt that he had created with the whip. He was determined to let it make contact once more with that same spot. He wanted to watch the blood spurt loose from her ass cheek.
"Here I go again," Omar laughed.
He brought the whip up one more time, letting it land with another crackling snap against her skin. He observed the blood beginning to ooze out of her ass cheek. She began to sob loudly and painfully.
"Stop, ohhh, it stings so badly."
Omar reached out and struck again, this time allowing the whip to make contact with his lover's left ass cheek. As he examined the new red welt that he had created, Omar threw the bull whip down in the corner of the room. He threw his body downward on top of the bed. He reached out and grabbed her breasts. Omar held on tightly, allowing his fingernails to dig into her warm tits.
"You're gonna learn that you don't fuck around with Omar," he said hatefully. "This is just paying you back for biting my prick earlier today. You can be a wild little bitch. I like spirit, but not the untamed kind. In short, my darling, you're going to have to learn the hard way that Omar is in charge. And when Omar is in charge, he remains in charge."
Omar burst into loud satanic laughter. His lips curled and he snarled. Omar was thoroughly enjoying his work.
CHAPTER 3
It was apparent to Susan from every move and expression emanating from Omar that he was concerned about vengeance and lust.
After removing his fingernails from her breasts, he ran his tongue forward. He let his tongue twist back and forth, permitting it to manipulate sharply against her firm, warm tits flesh. He let his tongue slash against her breast, then let it come into contact with the blood that he had precipitated with his sharp fingernails. He loved running his tongue against the blood, bursting into loud laughter.
Susan could hardly believe that Omar was for real. In addition to everything else, he was apparently a vampire. He actually enjoyed tasting her blood. He moved from her left breast over to her right. His tongue kept on moving at a dazzling pace, whipping back and forth. He had some of the swiftest, most uninhibited movements of any man she had ever encountered. She had had a few affairs in college, but nobody she had ever dealt with contained the degree of wildness of movement that Omar possessed.
His tongue steadily bathed her breasts, after which he released it.
"I'm gonna fuck your tits," Omar announced with pride.
Omar reached down and swiftly unzipped his trousers, pulling out his penis. She could see that he was gaining confidence in every way. The better that he got to know her, the longer that he got to know her, the more at ease he began to feel. And the greater ease to which Omar felt, the greater the amount of liberties he permitted himself to accept.
He pushed his cock back and forth as it worked against his lover's left breast. He let his prick dart sharply. The faster that he manifested it as it slid against her breast, the more excitement he felt in his cock and balls. He loved the feelings of satisfaction that rippled through his whole body as he kept on twisting with his dick, running it ever so sharply against her breast.
"Ahhh, what a solid tit," he said. "I love pushing my cock against it."
His ass cheeks moved uninhibitedly from side to side as Omar kept up his rapid-fire movements, driving his cock ever so firmly against her left breast. The longer that he twisted his flowing penis against her breast, the more excitement that he felt in his balls. He could feel those waves of itchiness that he knew would eventually bring an orgasm into being. It was just a question of whether he wanted to shoot off his dick on her tits or somewhere else.
Omar moved his cock briskly against her left breast a few more times, then quickly shifted his action to her right breast. His breathing became increasingly heavier as he kept up his hot, devastating action. His penis kept on driving, moving sharply against her firm, warm skin. The faster that he kept up his devastating pace, the closer that he moved himself toward a vigorous climax. Omar decided that he would expend at least one climax letting his cock rub against her tit. He enjoyed every bit of the friction that was materializing from his quick, savage stabs. He loved grinding his hard, effective cock against her breast.
He kept on moving his pecker, twisting with great desire, slamming it against her flesh.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna unload," he laughed. "It makes me feel free to fuck. To fuck some beautiful white pussy. You are gorgeous. Bitch whore that you are, darling, you are gorgeous."
To assert his manhood once more, and to further exemplify the fact that he was in charge, Omar reached out and began to tug at Susan's hair. He pulled at it with quick, piercing thrusts as his cock kept on gliding against her tit. He kept hammering with his long, effective spear, slamming it against her breast as he kept catapulting himself forward toward a dazzlingly anticipated climax.
"Ahhh, here I go," Omar said. "The stuffs gonna shoot out of me. Ohhh, I'm gonna shoot."
He released his fingers from Susan's hair, after which his body began to shake. His hard, throbbing peter kept on slamming, driving against her breast. A few quick, torrid stabs later, the juices were ready to pop free from the end of his peter. He could feel the wild, intense itch in his warm balls. He kept hammering with his cock several more times, then heaved a gasp as the drops of his thick, flowing sperm began to spray out of the end of his mammoth organ. The juices kept splashing, spilling from his cock and onto her breast.
"Ahhh, this is nice," Omar laughed satanically. "I went off on your tit. It felt so damned good. I loved it. Ahhh, ohhh, I really did love it."
Omar looked down at his cock as he removed it from her breast.
"Reach out and touch it," Omar said. "I'm proud of my prick. Just look at it. It's juiced and it's hardly gone down at all. Reach out and play with it. Come on, run your fingers up and down my prick. Let your fingers slice against my phallus."
Susan decided at that point that she might just as well please him. It was either that or getting cut some more with his bull whip. She shuddered at the prospect of sustaining more of that kind of pain, so she ever so reluctantly reached out with both hands and began to glide her fingers back and forth against his cock. Her fingers moved sharply, maintaining brisk momentum as they glided against his long, smooth, ever-hard peter.
'That's it," he told her. "I like that. You're learning. You'd just better learn to cooperate with your master. I run this prison, darling, and everything is gonna be done my way. Yes, my way is the only way and you'd better remember that."
He enjoyed every pleasant finger stab that she carefully employed against his cock. Finally he decided that it was time for him to explode his juices once more. He wanted to explode them this time inside of her mouth.
"You can turn loose now," he said. "Turn loose, bitch."
Her fingers dropped quickly from his cock. Susan was so fearful of Omar that she didn't want to do anything to displease him. Even if she hung onto his cock for a few seconds longer than what he had asked for, she was afraid that severe consequences could very easily ensue.
As she removed her fingers from his cock, Omar reached down and let his fingers manipulate against his penis. He moved his fingers like lightning back and forth on his cock a few times. He then shoved his body forward, extending his legs, then driving his penis toward her mouth. She could see what was coming. Omar was intent upon getting the same kind of action that he had wanted to receive earlier in the day. On that occasion she had thwarted him. Well, Omar wasn't about to be thwarted, she knew, and this time she wasn't about to cross him again. She could see that Omar wasn't interested in meting out any swift death. No, she would never be that fortunate. If he ever did kill her, she knew that the act of death would only come after a series of savage beatings had been doled out to her. Beatings and rapes that would be so dehumanizing that she would forget who she was and where.
"Just open your mouth wide," Omar commanded sharply. "I'm gonna slam my cock inside of you. I'm gonna ram it inside of your mouth. I'm gonna really grind it. I'm gonna fuck your mouth. Darling, I'm gonna really screw it."
Omar pried his cock inside of her mouth. He wasn't the least bit gently, not even in the beginning. He began by immediately slamming his cock hard and fast inside of her mouth. His body quivered with ever-mounting anticipation. He could feel the excitement in his loins as he kept moving his cock back and forth, driving it with a propulsive forward thrust as it kept on connecting with her mouth. The faster and more solidly that he deposited his cock inside of her mouth, the closer that he moved toward orgasm.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna fuck your mouth," he said. "Ram it all the way into your throat."
The longer that Omar rammed his long, sturdy cock inside of Susan's mouth, the deeper that he thrust it. Pretty soon he was driving it in all the way to the base of her throat, wedging it sharply inside of her mouth as he kept on connecting with his huge, solid dick. He kept stabbing and tugging with his cock, ramming it ever so superbly into the inner walls of her mouth. He was impressed over the way that he was making contact. Susan was in such a state of shock that Omar was not as repulsive as he would otherwise have been. He kept hammering with his long, flaming spear, driving it ever deeper into her mouth, slamming it to the base of her throat. All the while he could feel the intense excitement continuing to circulate within his entire body. He felt himself pushing more closely to the state of a great, solid climax.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna be off," he told her. "Honey, ohhh, I'm gonna shoot it off. Darling, ahhh, I'm fucking your mouth. I'm really fucking it. I'm gonna spray. My juices are gonna spray."
As Omar felt himself moving ever closer to the state of a solid, overwhelming climax, he reached down and grabbed at Susan's legs. He held on tightly to her thighs, gripping them sharply as his razor-sharp dick kept on blasting hard inside of her mouth, drumming her into a virtual state of insensibility.
"Ahhh, here I go, I'm getting my gun off," Omar said excitedly. "Honey, you're gonna swallow the juice. It's all gonna shoot. Ohhh, ahhh, I love it. I just love it."
He kept ripping hard with his long dick, slamming it inside of her. A few strokes later, he could feel the juices popping free of his scrotum. He could feel the volcanic fires within his whole body as the long, searing drops of his thick semen kept on spilling, splashing from the end of his cock and into her mouth.
"Ahhh, what an orgasm," he laughed. "What a celebration. I unloaded in your mouth."
Susan lay there catching her breath on the bed as Omar got up quickly. He zipped up his trousers, then walked over into the corner, stooped over, and picked up his trusty bull whip. He walked toward Susan with a menacing look in his eyes.
"I suggest you dress quickly," he said. "If you do and you don't give me any trouble, you won't be disciplined any more tonight. You can go back to bed."
Omar watched as Susan dressed in silence. As she finished, he opened the door.
He waited for Susan to walk into his office. Omar then unlocked the door. The two guards who had been sitting patiently outside of Omar's office led Susan back to her cell.
As she stretched out on her cot, she once more felt totally alone. She hadn't had any human contact since arriving at this god-forsaken prison. She certainly couldn't classify Omar under the heading of humanity. Not the way that he acted. It took her quite awhile to get to sleep because of the intense pain that she felt in her buttocks from the welts and cuts that Omar had opened with the bull whip.
CHAPTER 4
Susan did not do much of anything during the course of the next three days.
She was a bit surprised that she didn't get an opportunity to see her tormentor Omar. As a matter-of-fact, things were excessively quiet, so quiet that she became depressed for another reason. She was left totally alone in her cell, being provided with nothing other than the same meager meals. Finally after begging the guards, she received permission to read. Some English books that she had brought with her on her trip were given to her. But reading could not diminish the deeply hurt feelings that permeated throughout Susan's entire body. And she could still feel the pain from the whip, which had slashed against her buttocks.
Early one evening, just after she had finished dinner, Omar appeared. He entered her cell, and the first thing she noticed that was different from the other times she had seen him was that he was on this occasion wearing some thick, heavy black boots. As soon as he appeared in her cell, he looked at her and smiled sensually.
"Hello, my little flower," he said. "I've been busy the last few days and I haven't had an opportunity to give you the attention you deserve. Well, now I'm here to make up for lost time. I know you're delighted to see me. You don't even have to tell me. Things like this stand out all over."
Omar proceeded to laugh at his own joke. He burst into loud, deranged laughter. The laughter was so rollicking that tears rolled down his cheeks. When Omar finally regained self-control, he immediately began to remove his khaki uniform.
"I'm gonna strip down," Omar said proudly. "You're gonna see Omar's beautiful body."
Susan watched as Omar removed his shirt and his
T-shirt, then slid his trousers down his legs. He had to remove his trousers slowly since he still wore the thick, heavy boots, which he decided for some reason or other not to take off. Once that he removed his trousers, he reached up and grabbed at his shorts. He pulled and tugged at them, removing them altogether. He looked strange as he stood there a few feet away from Susan, wearing nothing other than his thick boots.
"Here I am," he smiled. "Darling, I'm gonna really fuck you. We're gonna have ourselves plenty of fun. I want to take off your clothes."
Omar threw himself into the cot next to Susan. He immediately began to remove the plain white dress that she had been given as her prison attire. He removed it quickly off of her after undoing the buttons.
He looked down at her white panties and bra. He whistled loudly.
"What a body," he said. "I'm gonna strip it clean. I'm gonna get you totally nude, honey. You're gonna be as naked as can be. I'm gonna fuck you. Ahhh, I'm really gonna screw you."
He reached out and undid her bra straps. He cupped his fingers around her bra, then pulled it off. He then reached out and cupped his fingers against her breasts, which were still sore from the way that his fingernails had abused them several nights earlier. This time Omar reached out with his fingernails once again. This time, however, he had a different target. He wanted to plant his fingernails against her nipples. He pushed until the skin broke and blood surfaced.
"Honey, what a nice set of nipples," he smiled.
Even though Susan was trying to retain as much composure as possible, she finally broke down and cried. The pain was just too intense for her to tolerate. She was fearful of letting him know just how much he was hurting her. She felt that if she did, he would then hurt her some more. She wanted the pain to end. She wanted him to leave her alone, to at least let her bear her agony in peace and without physical torture.
He removed his fingernails from her nipples, then reached down and grabbed at her panties. His fingers guided her panties down her smooth, trim legs and off of her. As soon as he removed her panties, he reached out with his right hand. He allowed his fingers to glide carefully inside of her vagina. He occupied himself fingering her snatch for a little while, after which he then removed his fingers. She breathed a sigh of relief as he removed his fingers from her mound. She had been afraid that he was going to hurt her there.
Omar had other ideas, however, and the ideas definitely involved an element of sadism. Just being around Susan and knowing how much she hated him brought out that much more of the beast within him. He reached out suddenly with his right index finger. He glided his finger inside of her asshole. He moved ever so swiftly, slamming his finger hard and fast as it drove deep inside her anus.
"That, my dear, is a finger fuck," he laughed loudly. "Damned, I really love shoving my finger inside of your asshole. I'm gonna keep pushing with it. Ahhh, I like these sensations. I love driving my finger into you. That's a good feeling. Ahhh, it is a good feeling."
He pressed so tightly and shoved his finger in so deeply that once more acute waves of pain circulated throughout Susan's body. There was something strange about the way the action was developing, though, something that Susan at that point in time could not quite put her finger on. There was something tantalizing about Omar. Even though he was a beast, to her the biggest son-of-a-bitch she'd ever met in her life, there was something she was beginning to enjoy about his movements.
About the way that he ever so stirringly drove his finger deep inside of her asshole.
Omar kept on slamming his finger ever so deeply, ramming it sharply, and all the while, throughout the pain, through thick and thin, she began to somehow strangely enjoy this bizarre activity.
When Omar removed his finger from her asshole, he jumped to his feet. He stood at attention like a soldier. It looked very strange to Susan since he was standing there completely naked, sporting a huge erection, standing there in his thick boots ever so briskly. He moved forward, then picked up his right foot. He slammed the boot against her right ass cheek. As the boot landed, she winced and let out a sob.
"Ahhh, this is just to show you I'm still in charge," Omar said. "A sex slave has to be constantly reminded of her status. That is your status, darling. You're a slave. My sex slave. I'm gonna give you the once-over. I'm gonna do all kinds of things to you. I like the shape of your asshole. I like pushing my finger inside it. Well, I'm gonna enjoy pushing my cock inside, too. I'm gonna slam my cock inside your ass. I'm really gonna give you some sensations."
He lifted his left foot this time, kicking her other ass cheek.
"I don't believe in overlooking anything," he said. "What's good enough for one ass cheek is good enough for the other."
He moved his body menacingly toward the cot. He reached out and gripped his fingers around her thighs. He held on so tightly that the skin turned white, after which it then turned red. He kept on holding tenaciously to her thighs. He shoved them over his shoulders. He looked down at her delectable asshole. He remembered how he had lusted for her as he had watched her in the courtroom. He knew from the looks she had given him that she found him totally repulsive. At first that bothered him. It incensed him. But the more he thought about it, the more intriguing the idea became of holding her as his sex captive. Of making a woman who absolutely hated him perform, forcing her to accede to his every sexual demand.
As he continued to hold onto her thighs, indenting his fingers against them solidly, he pushed his cock forward. He let his long, stealthy spear slide inside her anus. He was all set to open fire with his long cock, to rape her asshole, to supply himself with all the carnal delights that he could possibly conceive of under the circumstances.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna fuck you," he said. "What an ass you have. I love shoving my finger in it. Now I'm gonna drive my cock into your asshole. Honey, ohhh, what an ass."
The more rigidly that he shoved his hard, driving rod inside of her asshole, the closer that he moved himself toward an inevitable climax. His long stick kept on driving, working with conviction, solidly planting ever so deeply inside of her asshole. He kept on sticking it to her with his long, savage strides. His cock began ramming into her all the way, moving with as much in the way of quick, devastating force as he could possibly fathom.
"Ahhh, ohhh," he grunted. "You do have an asshole. What a tight one. Honey, tighten your muscles. Ahhh, surrender yourself to me. That's what I want. I want total surrender. You're totally subservient to me. I can fuck you any way that I want to. I can do anything to you and you're gonna just beg for me. You know you are."
He kept on slamming his savage projectile ever deeper into her tight anal passage. Even though the tears were once more rolling down her cheeks from the acute pain he was precipitating within her, Susan once again began to experience those seemingly unexplainable feelings. Despite the pain to which she was being subjected she was once again actually beginning to enjoy what was developing. She was actually beginning to love the act of being brutally ass raped in this manner.
"Ann, you're tight," he murmured as he pushed ever nearer toward climax. "I'm gonna unload. Ohhh, the stuff is all gonna spray out of me. Darling, ohhh, I love fucking your ass. I really love shoving my dick inside it. Darling, ohhh, this is good screwing. Just the kind of fucking I love."
He removed his fingers from her thighs, then allowed them to press against her breasts. He twitched at her nipples, which were ever so sore and covered with blood. She gasped painfully, and all the while he kept on tearing his cock ever deeper into her asshole, ramming it in to the hilt, enjoying each and every bit of sensation that he could possibly savor from the act.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna juice now," he announced. "It feels so good. The stuff is all gonna shoot out of me. Ohhh, ahhhh, it's gonna spray. It's gonna spill from my dick. It's really gonna shoot. The stuffs gonna juice out of my cock. Ahhh, ohhh, I'm gonna unload. Baby, I'm gonna unload. Get ready to take my hot cock juice."
As he hurled his rigid athletic body forward several more times, she could feel the juices beginning to shoot inside of her asshole. She closed her eyes, gasping once more as he sent his searing peter inside of her. He kept on hammering hard with his dick, and now he was nearing the end of the orgasm. The juices had run their course.
"So good, so very good, what a fuck," Omar rejoiced.
Omar removed his cock from her asshole. She could hardly believe how sore her ass was. She hadn't noticed fully just how sore she was until he removed his prick. He looked down ever so proudly at his still-hard member. He reached out with his index finger, slamming it once more into her asshole.
"Have you ever been ass fucked before?" he demanded. "No, never,"
"What's wrong with some of those freaks that were fucking you in America?" Omar asked sarcastically. "Were they too gentlemanly to screw your asshole and dominate you the way that I'm doing?"
"I guess so."
"Such a pity," he laughed. "If there's one thing you've noticed about me, I'm not a gentleman.
Women don't want a gentleman. Bitch-whores like you want somebody who will put them in their place. They'll never admit it, of course, but that's what they really want. I know that even you are beginning to love this. I can tell it. It's not like it was before. There's a new gleam in your eyes and it's all because of the way I've fucked you."
Susan's heart sank once that Omar finished his remark. She knew down deep that he was right, that there were sensations flowing through her body that hadn't been there before. She just couldn't comprehend any of it. All she knew was that Omar was mistreating her in a way that she could not even have conceived of prior to being imprisoned here in faraway Turkey. And despite it all, she actually was learning to enjoy it at least to some extent, despite all the savage pains that she experienced.
"I'm really gonna ram my finger in your asshole," he said. "Ahhh, what an ass."
His finger kept moving sharply inside her anus, driving like a piston. When he removed it, he was ready to fuck her once more. He wanted one more screw, another wild ass fuck to round out his evening of pleasure.
Omar reached out with both hands and once again grabbed her thighs. He threw her legs over his shoulders, then prepared to launch into his wild attack. He rammed his hard, steely cock forward. He pried it inside of her tight ass hole. He loved the way that her body instinctively wiggled as he slammed his savage member into her. He enjoyed the little quivering ass wiggle that she kept on supplying for him as he moved his way toward another climax.
"You're starting to learn," he said happily. "I didn't know if it was possible with you. You seemed like such an impossible case in the beginning, but you're coming around. Yes, I love this. I love slamming my cock inside your ass hole. Ohhh, this is a glorious feeling. It really feels great. I love slamming my cock into you. I'm really driving myself. Ahhh, this is a challenge. Really opening up a girl's ass hole. A cherry ass hole at that. That's the best kind to fuck."
He looked down inside of her ass hole and observed the trail of blood. He had slammed his cock so hard and fast into her ass hole so many times that she was bleeding there. But despite all of the pain that she no doubt was suffering, her hips kept on nimbly twitching, reacting to the fast, determined cock onslaught that he kept asserting her way.
"Ahhh, I'm so close," he said. "I'm gonna juice again. Ohhh, this is great, this is really a great fuck."
He reached out and grabbed her tits. He held onto her firm, warm flesh with a determined, firm grasp. It made him feel great to know that he could hold onto her breasts while his cock kept on pumping inside of her ass hole.
A few stirring jolts later, the sea of thick, white, volcanic liquid shot from the end of his dick and into her ass hole.
Omar liked the way that her body kept twisting and turning right up until the very end, up until the time that the last spraying droplets of his fluid spilled from the end of his organ.
"I think you've learned a lot tonight," he smiled at Susan. "I hope you've appreciated the lesson I've taught you. I've done you a great favor, my dear, by giving you such a glorious fucking."
While Susan lay there in her cot, trying to adjust to all that had happened, Omar quickly put his clothes back on. He walked over toward her, reaching out and pulling at her hair.
"You just behave yourself and you'll get along here a lot better," he said. "I can make things much easier for you if you do just as I say. If you give me the pleasures I need, my dear, we can become very good friends indeed. It'll make your stay here far more pleasant."
CHAPTER 5
The following day Susan was awakened from an afternoon nap by the two guards, who stared at her humorously as one of them shook her.
"Get up," he sharply commanded. "Omar wishes to see you."
"What for?" she yawned, quickly opening her eyes.
"Foolish girl," one of the men laughed. "He wants some sex. What do you think he wants you for? Why should he converse with you? Why should he even dirty his feet on you? He just wants you to fuck and abuse you. That's where he obtains his delight."
"That's true," the other man quickly concurred. "I haven't seen Omar this happy in quite some time."
Susan got up slowly from the cot.
"Strip in here," one of the men said. "He wants you totally nude when you enter the room."
"All right," Susan said in a tone of abject defeat.
Fear welled within her as she contemplated another meeting with Omar. She wondered just what the beast would have in store for her next. She slowly began to remove her clothes. It bothered her that two leering prison guards were having so much fun watching her disrobe. Particularly one of them. He grinned broadly, looking over at his partner, then Susan.
"What a piece of ass you are," he said. "I envy Omar. I guess that's what happens when you're in command. You get all the privileges of your command."
The man waited until Susan had completely undressed. He then reached out with both hands, shoving her roughly by the shoulders and knocking her back into the cot. As she lay there sprawling, she looked up at her pursuer. The man had a sensuous leer on his face as he quickly unzipped his trousers.
"You're not gonna do it now to her?" his shocked partner asked.
"Of course I am," the prison guard exclaimed angrily.
He removed his huge, bulging sheath from his trousers. She observed the veins popping out of the end of it, and could see just from looking at him just how eager he was to derive as much pleasure as he could at her expense as rapidly as possible.
"Does Omar know you're doing this?" she asked, hoping to scare him off of her.
"Omar I'm sure wouldn't mind me getting a few fringe benefits," the prison guard laughed. "After all, I'm a very loyal man. I do my job."
He pushed his long cock menacingly forward.
"Reach out and grab it," he commanded.
When Susan did not immediately respond to his command, he reached out with his right hand and slapped her squarely across the face. His open hand landed at the top of her lip, immediately precipitating the flow of blood.
"That'll teach you to resist me," he said. "When I command you to do something, American bitch, then you do it. You Americans. A lot of you really look down on Turks like me. Particularly what you call a grimy turnkey, somebody who rousts people out of their prison cells. Well, I'll teach you to respect me, and what I stand for. Reach out and grab my cock. Start playing with it. Play with the tip of it."
"We can't be too late," the pursuing prison guard's partner cautioned. "After all, Omar is waiting for her."
"Don't worry," the man said. "Being as hot as I am, it isn't gonna take that long for me to get my juices off."
Susan decided that as long as she was forced to comply with this monster's wishes, she might just as well get the activity over with as soon as possible. So she reached out with both hands and glided her fingers over the tip of his cock. She played with the bulging tip of his instrument, doing her best to placate him. All the while she felt a ringing burn from where he had slapped her. That and the wetness of the blood which had surfaced and which was now beginning to cake against her lip and the adjoining skin.
"Now you're wising up," the man said, gasping loudly. "Come on and work your fingers. Just push them up and down my long dick. Ohhh, I really want you to drive them. Come on, move them real nice.
Darling, play with my cock. Baby, play with it. Move your fingers over my hot pecker."
The louder that his breathing became, the faster that Susan directed her fingers against the tip of his cock. After a few more quick, stabbing finger thrusts, she started to grind her fingers up and down the full length of his mammoth stick. He enjoyed the way that she directed her fingers against his long, flowing phallus. Up and down she pumped with her fingers, seeing to it that he derived the enjoyment that he expected. Susan knew that if she did not take great pains to please him that he would make life even more unbearable for her than he already had. He could probably be every bit as impossible as Omar, she suspected, and so she felt that it was imperative for her to keep moving her fingers up and down his long, steaming stem.
"Keep grinding your fingers against my cock," he exclaimed. "Come on, baby. Let your fingers dance. Ahhh, honey. Come on, really move them. Pry them against my prick."
Her fingers kept on moving stiffly against his staff. After awhile she gradually lowered her fingers downward toward his testicles. Back and forth her fingers rotated as they firmly planted against his smooth, warm flesh. Her fingers would glide against the pubic hair and the thick substance of his scrotum. She could tell that there was a good deal of enthusiasm stored up in that erogenous section of his body. In fact, she knew that there was a veritable storehouse of thick white fluid that was all set to unleash itself from out of the end of his hard, erect member.
"Keep your fingers gliding," he said. "Come on, honey. Ohhh, just plunge with your fingers. Ohhh, darling, come on and move them. Ahhh, baby doll. Just slide your fingers against my balls. Come on, damn bitch. Finger me."
She finished fingering his balls, then responded to his next command.
"Suck my balls," he gasped loudly. "Just move your tongue over them. Come on, honey. Drive your tongue crisply. Sweetheart, come on and plunge your tongue against them. Baby, really work your tongue. Plant it real nice against my balls. Ahhh, come on and stroke my balls. Come on, honey, just tongue me there."
His whole body began to shake as she kept on working her tongue against his testicles. Back and forth she glided her tongue, sucking his balls, getting him that much more prepared for a wild orgasm.
"Okay, so go down on my prick," he finally said. "Come on, you bitch, suck my cock. Suck it and suck it fast. I want you to pry loose every drop of the hot white cream from my cock. Baby, ahhh, suck me. Darling, ohhh, suck the load out of me. Suck my juices. Pry my cock juice free."
In order to discipline her, he reached out and grabbed at her hair. He tugged at it sharply, gasping loudly as he received the quick, stabbing tongue movements. She started at the tip of his cock, then commenced sliding it all the way up and down the full length of this steaming organ. She kept on pumping with her tongue, driving her wild lover ever nearer to a blazing orgasm. The faster that her tongue kept working, the more inspired that he became at the prospect of spilling every drop of juice from the end of his long, flaming pole and into her mouth.
"Ahhh, suck it," he said. "Come on, honey. Ahhh, I'm gonna feed you my juice. Keep working your tongue. Keep grinding it."
The prison guard reached out with his trembling fingers and grabbed hold of Susan's back. He held on ever so tightly to her flesh, squeezing hard and fast as she kept on letting her tongue pump up and down the full length of his long, erect peter.
"Come on, pry the stuff loose," he declared impatiently. "The stuff is all gonna shoot out of me. It's gonna spill and spill fast. All that juice is gonna really shoot. Ahhh, it's gonna spray. Baby doll, ahhh, is it ever gonna spray."
Her tongue kept on probing with ever-accelerating anxiety as the juices finally began to pour from the end of his prick. She gulped hard, swallowing the steaming flow of white juice which voluminously shot from the end of his aroused peter.
"It's about time," his nervous partner said. "Omar has been expecting us. He'll wonder what happened."
"Stop worrying," the orgasming prison guard exclaimed. "Come on, bitch, swallow every drop of the stuff."
As the final few drops of sperm bolted from the end of the prison guard's cock, he transferred his fingers from Susan's back to her ears. He tugged hard at her ears, pulling them until she felt acute waves of pain. When the final few drops of his sperm shot, he removed his cock from her mouth.
He looked at her menacingly.
"Just not a word of this to Omar," he said. "He ordinarily wouldn't mind me taking liberties, but now he'd feel a little funny about it. Since he's waiting for you. If he asks why we were delayed, I'll do the talking. Understand, bitch?"
Susan meekly nodded her head.
"That's good," he smiled, then sneered. "Because I expect obedience. Blind obedience. The kind that a subservient subject pays to a master. That's the kind of treatment that I expect at all times. Do we understand each other, darling?"
Once again she nodded her head.
"Good, then let's go," he said.
When they entered Omar's office, he had his bare feet perched up on top of his desk. He was completely naked, and Susan immediately noticed his enormous, bulging erection.
Seated across the desk from Omar was a tall, statuesquely beautiful Turkish woman with piercing dark eyes. She possessed a magnificent body. Her breasts were firm, her skin smooth yet firm. Omar looked over at the woman, then at Susan.
"It's about time she arrived," Omar said. He looked over at the two guards. "What was the problem?"
"She was in a sound sleep," the man who had raped her explained. "It took me a little while to wake her up, and then it took quite a while for her to undress. I slapped her across the face to remind her of her responsibilities to her master Omar."
"Thank you for a job very well done," Omar nodded. "You'd better be a little more alert, bitch. I'm not taking any guff from you."
"Yes, Omar," Susan replied. She thought momentarily about telling the truth, but decided against it. It would cost her too much in the final analysis. She was certain that Omar would never take the word of her as opposed to that of one of his guards. In addition, she felt that once she had betrayed the confidence of the prison guard that he would beat her all the more savagely and rape her more frequently.
"You two can go now," Omar said.
As soon as the men left the room, Omar and the beautiful Turkish woman with the long, flowing black hair jumped up from their chairs. They looked over at Susan, eyeing her ever so closely.
"I want you to meet Princess," Omar exclaimed. "This lovely lady and I are very good friends, Susan. We're gonna put on a little show in the other room."
They walked into Omar's bedroom. Omar immediately stretched out in the bed. He motioned toward Susan.
"You join me," he said.
As Susan lay next to Omar, who fondled her hair periodically, they watched as the Turkish girl named Princess went into a wild belly dance. Susan was amazed at just how supple the girl's body was, and the longer that she twisted and turned it the more excited that Princess apparently was becoming. Beads of sweat surfaced first at her forehead, then down both sides of her face. When she finally finished her number, she walked over toward Susan and smiled.
"Are you impressed?" Princess asked.
"Very much so. You're a good dancer."
"Thank you, darling. And I make love even better."
Princess reached boldly with her right hand, placing it on top of Susan's left thigh. She held on tightly to her thigh.
"I love your beautiful body," Princess told her bluntly. "I want to have some sex with you. I want to have it with you right now. There's no time like the present. As a matter-of-fact, it can't wait. I must fuck you immediately. Without any delay."
Susan instinctively withdrew her leg. She had never participated in a lesbian act before in her entire life, and furthermore, she did not want to. Princess accepted the rebuff with a disgusted shake of the head.
"You shouldn't have done that," Omar said.
Omar reached out with both hands, grabbing hold of her throat. He twisted his fingers around Susan's throat, choking her for several moments, then squeezing the flesh around her throat, causing it to dramatically redden. Susan shrieked with pain.
"Please, please, stop," she said. "Anything, but please stop."
"I'll stop, but only until you've learned your lesson," he said. "You do exactly what Princess wants you to do. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I completely understand. I'm sorry, ohhh, I'm so very sorry."
As Susan coughed for breath after Omar released his fingers from her throat, he slid his body over toward the edge of the bed. He watched as Princess slid her lovely body on top of the bed.
"I want you to go down on Princess," Omar crisply commanded. "That's what I want to see. I want you to suck her ass, then suck her cunt."
"I don't mind going down on her," Princess said. "At least in the beginning. That'll acclimate her a little to what's going on."
"No, it's gonna be done my way," Omar said, beating his chest defiantly. "You're gonna be sucked by Susan. She's gonna go down on you. She's gonna run her tongue inside your cunt. And if she doesn't, she's gonna run into all kinds of trouble."
As a means of intimidating Susan some more, Omar jumped up from the bed. He moved over toward a nearby table, picking up a sword. He walked toward Susan, whose entire body trembled with fear.
"Please, don't attack me," Susan sobbed. "I'll do what you say. I'll go down on her. I'll suck her pussy. I'll suck it until she shoots. But, please, don't hurt me."
"I'm just gonna discipline you a little," he laughed.
He reached out with the tip of the sword and let the steel blade push against Susan's right ass cheek. He drew just a tiny bit of blood, then released the sword from her ass cheek.
"Ohhh, that hurts, does that hurt," Susan said. "You've disciplined me. Please, I've learned my lesson. I really have."
"You'd better have learned it," he said.
Susan could completely appraise the level of sickness of Omar. She observed the extent to which his cock had hardened as he stuck the sword against her skin. She could see that he was the type of man who could probably obtain an orgasm through providing sadistic pleasures for himself. He could ram a sword into somebody and juice at the same time. It certainly wasn't beyond him.
CHAPTER 6
"Let's get the fucking underway, bitch," Omar sharply commanded.
Omar held his trusty sword menacingly in his right hand, indicating to Susan just how imperative it was to please his every wish. As he continued to hold onto the sword with his right hand, he reached down with his left hand and started to tug at his cock. He directed his fingers up and down it.
"Suck Princess," he said. "Start by sucking her asshole. I want you to grind your tongue inside her hot ass. She's a beautiful woman. Hell, actually she's too good for a bitch like you. So get moving. Move your tongue against her asshole. I want you to suck her. I want to see you plunging your tongue into her. Slide it. Come on, you wretched bitch. Slide your tongue inside her asshole."
Susan knew that she had no choice other than to comply with Omar's request. As she lay there with her legs spread, she pushed her tongue forward.
"Reach out and grab my ass cheeks," Princess sighed. "Just hold onto them, baby. That'll give you extra kicks and me, too. Hold onto my butt while you're sucking my asshole."
Susan was pleased about one thing. Even though she detested the fact that she was going to have to engage in sex with a woman, something she had not done before, she could tell by the tone of Princess's voice that she did not regard Susan in the same detestable light as did Omar. She apparently did not think of Susan as totally inferior. As a matter-of-fact, Susan could tell by the gleam in her eyes just how eager she was to enjoy all in the way of beneficial sex that she could derive.
"Suck my asshole," Princess sighed. "Come on, grind your tongue inside of me."
As Susan ever so compliantly rubbed her fingers against the beautiful Turkish dancer's ass cheeks, she glided her tongue forward. She was at least happy that nobody was grabbing her with their hot hands and hurting her. She pushed her tongue forward, allowing it to make its initial impact inside of her lover's anus. Back and forth she moved her tongue inside of her lover's anal passage. She enjoyed the quick, stiff, assertive tongue strokes that Susan employed. Back and forth the dancer eagerly slid her lips as she kept on receiving the quick tongue stabs. The onslaught continued as she worked her tongue boldly forward, and after awhile Susan grew genuinely desirous of pleasing Princess. Not only did she want to keep Omar happy and thereby render herself safe at least temporarily from his brutality. She also began to enjoy finally pleasing somebody who was being decent to her. Even though it was another woman and lesbianism was not her preference, she did like Princess. So she would be able to tongue her asshole without any serious reservations.
"Tongue me faster," Princess sighed. "Come on, work your tongue quicker, Susan. I really want you to stroke. I want you to drive your tongue inside my asshole. Stroke really fast, baby. Come on, just slide your tongue. Plant it inside me. Darling, ohhh, really plant it."
Her tongue kept on manipulating sharply inside of Princess's asshole, which twisted with ever-mounting glee. Before long Princess knew that she needed action inside of her pussy.
"I need it in my twat now," Princess said. "You can stop the ass licking, baby, and start playing with my pussy. I want your fingers to really move. To really slide against my mound. Baby doll, grind them inside my mound."
"You heard what Princess said," Omar exclaimed gruffly. "I'll tell you something, Susan. You're damned lucky to have somebody like Princess around. She doesn't like the violence like I do. And she actually believes in being kind to a bitch like you. You're lucky. You're getting a whole lot better than what you deserve. So get to work. Do exactly what she wants."
Omar continued to hold onto his sword with one hand and jerked on his cock with the other. He was making certain that Susan continued to behave just as he wanted her to. He kept watching as his beautiful prisoner reached down with her right hand, ever so cautiously feeling her way inside of Princess's velvety nest. She ran her fingers against the warm, soft, ever-moist pubic bush of Princess. Princess nodded, enjoying the quick, decisive, almost electric finger stabs that her lover kept on supplying for her.
"I really like that," Princess said. "Move your fingers against my mound. Baby, drive your fingers inside of my nest. Play with my pussy. Darling, ahhh, just stroke my mound."
At first Susan cautiously made her way around the outer edges of Princess's mound. She toyed with her pussy hairs, then eventually slid her fingers inside of her vagina. She touched the warm, wet surface, and it made her feel good to please Princess. Princess's heart began to pound with ever greater rapidity as Susan kept up her quick, captivating finger strokes, driving Princess into an ever greater state of sensual awareness and liberation.
Princess's hips swung back and forth. Omar's fingers began to address themselves more sharply than ever to the task of pleasing his cock. As he moved his fingers up and down his hard dick, he called out some more encouragement to Susan.
"Finger her faster," he said. "Come on, Susan. Really let yourself go."
Her fingers worked for a few more strokes, after which Princess began to twist her legs more quickly than before. That provided the clue to Susan that she should step up her pace. That and the fact that Omar expected it of her. And if she had learned any lesson from her bitter ordeal at the prison, it was that Omar had to be placated at any and all costs.
"Ohhh, honey, I want to juice," Princess said. "I want to juice with your fingers in my twat. Run your fingers inside my pussy, baby. Just run your fingers nice and fast. Darling, come on, finger my pussy. Grind your fingers inside of my mound."
Her fingers kept on moving, sliding ever so throbbingly, working at a quick, rhythmic pace as she pushed her lover ever nearer to the state of a dramatic climax. A few quick strokes later, the juices shot from her pussy. As they did, Princess's whole body trembled.
"Ahhh, I really like it," Princess said. "Baby, now I want you to suck my twat. You played with it, you brought me off once, and now you're gonna bring me off again. Your tongue is gonna go to work. You're gonna slide it inside my mound. You're really gonna grind your tongue. You're gonna push it inside of my pussy. Honey really plunge with it. Really slide your tongue inside me. Darling, come on, really work your tongue. Ahhh, I want you to work it."
Susan pushed her tongue forward and inside of
Princess's mound. At first she worked ever so slowly, letting her tongue brush against her lover's pubic thatch. Back and forth she kept up her movements. Her tongue kept spinning back and forth. The longer she kept up her sucking, the deeper that she plunged with her tongue as she employed it inside of Princess's vagina.
Her tongue kept on working, sliding brilliantly, driving with assertive joy and desire as she maintained her quick, steady action.
All the while, Omar continued fingering his dick. He eventually reached such a state of excitement, however, that he withdrew his fingers. He did not want to prematurely orgasm. Not when his tormented lover Susan was around to alternately abuse and fuck.
"Really suck her mound," he commanded. "If you don't do a good job on her pussy, then I'm gonna do a good job on your ass with the sword. You just bear that in mind, honey. I expect it. I expect perfect action."
All the while Susan kept up her piercing tongue attack inside of Princess's box. She kept swishing her tongue around and she could tell from the way that Princess was gasping just how close she was toward that big moment when the juices would shoot from her mound and into her lover's mouth.
"Ahhh, tongue me," Princess exclaimed. "Baby, I'm ready to go. The juices are ready to shoot. They're ready to splash out of my pussy. Ohh, honey, I'm gonna shoot. The stuffs gonna shoot out of me. Ohhh, I want it, honey. I want your quick tongue. I want it to slide inside me. Baby, ohhh, come on and keep your tongue moving. Ohhh, baby, suck me. Suck me. Suck me."
Princess flipped her ass cheeks back and forth a few times. Omar's body trembled with ever-heightening excitement as he watched Princess flare her hips back and forth and push her cunt forward, willingly accepting every quick, solid tongue stroke from Susan as the beautiful blonde moved the dazzling brunette ever nearer to the state of climax.
"Ahhh, honey, bring me off," Princess sighed. "Come on, Susan. Ohhh, here I go. I'm shooting, baby. Ohhh, honey, I'm shooting. The juices are spilling out of me. Baby doll, ohhhh, this is sucking. Baby, this is really sucking."
Princess's hips trembled as the pussy droplets shot from her mound and into her lover's mouth.
"Ahhh, I love it," Princess said. "Baby, I really do love it. Sweetheart, ohhh what a suck."
CHAPTER 7
Omar proved to be a steady master of the unexpected.
As Princess and Susan lay there on the bed, he picked up a flute and began playing it. As his hard cock dangled solidly between his legs, Omar skipped nimbly inside the room, playing the flute.
"That's my cue," Princess looked at Susan and winked.
Princess jumped up quickly from the bed. Once again she began to glide her body ever so nimbly.
She pushed her buttocks back and forth, and just watching her caused Susan to feel waves of titillation. She had to admit that even though this beautiful woman was a friend of Omar's, she seemed to be a pretty decent individual. In addition, she was finding that she could enjoy and appreciate a woman sexually, even though she didn't really want to admit it. She couldn't help but think how bizarre it was some of the things that she was learning to appreciate. Like even Omar's brutality.
As she lay there watching, Princess worked herself up into a sweat. As Omar ceased his flute playing, she stopped her dancing.
"I must suck Susan," Princess said.
"Just make it fast," Omar commanded. "Because my cock needs some action. I want you to watch just how I treat this bitch."
"Go easy on the girl, Omar."
"How many more times do I have to tell you I don't have to take that nonsense from anybody?" Omar shrieked. "Just because I've known you a little while doesn't mean you can get away with any liberties either. Remember, I've had to discipline you in the past, and I'll gladly discipline you now."
He reached out with his right hand, delivering a solid slap which caught Princess on the left side of her jaw. Her whole body staggered backwards as she dropped down to the floor. She landed with a hard thud, shaking her head. As she hit the floor, Omar moved quickly toward the bed. He looked in Susan's direction, pointing down toward his long, extended cock.
"That'll teach you," he said. "I've known her quite awhile and I actually like her. With you, I don't respect you one bit, whore. You're good for fucking and that's all. Fucking and hurting. So when you see me slap Prnicess down like this, that shows you what's in store for you if you don't do anything and everything that I say."
Omar stepped back temporarily from the bed. His volcanic explosion had come to an end, and now there was a strange calm that prevailed within the room. Omar watched in silence, his intense eyes focused on Princess as she lay there stunned on the floor. Princess shook her head several times.
"My jaw is sore," she said.
Princess reached down and touched her jaw. She felt a swelling.
"It's swelling up on me," she said.
"You'll be all right," Omar snapped. "If you want to suck that little bitch's blonde pussy, then go ahead and do it. But do it fast, because I want to fuck her. I'm gonna drive my cock into her. I'm gonna really make music with that one."
Omar watched as Princess crept toward the bed. At first she moved slowly, obviously still smarting from the pain of the crack on the jaw. But she was bound and determined to have some meaningful sex with her beautiful lover. It was just that she knew she couldn't in any way cause Omar any problems. Not when he was that eager to achieve some satisfaction.
"Go ahead, do it, but just no fooling around," Omar said. "I'll slap the hell out of you again, bitch, if you don't watch your step. All you women are bitches as far as I'm concerned. It's just that I kind of like you, Princess. This other chick, this blonde whore, I just like to abuse her. Abuse her and provide myself with pleasure. So go to it, Princess. Suck her."
Princess directed her tongue toward her lover's left ass cheek. Back and forth Princess glided it, asserting it with great excitement. She kept on twisting her throbbing tongue, planting it ever more solidly against her lover's ass cheek.
As she kept on allowing her ignited tongue to dance, she noticed the way that Susan was reacting. Susan's whole glistening body was twisting from side to side. Princess enjoyed letting her tongue envelope her hot, white, solid globe of ass flesh. She kept on moving her burning tongue toward her buttock, driving it ever so quickly, loving each and every speedy, assertive tongue thrust.
"Ohhh, just keep your tongue going," Susan said. "Ohhh, honey, keep it moving. I love it, Princess. I love what you're doing. Ohhh, I love the sensations. They're beautiful sensations. Just keep moving. Just keep your tongue moving. Ohhh, I want it, ahhh, I really do want it."
Her tongue kept on twisting and throbbing as she pushed it against her lover's ass cheek. When she removed her tongue from her left buttock, she then let it go to work against Susan's right ass cheek. The more quickly and intensely that she pushed her tongue, the more excitedly that she worked. She kept on grinding it against her ass cheek. The faster that her burning tongue worked, the more enthralled that Susan felt. She knew that very soon she would have to be juicing.
"You'd better get a move on," Omar warned Princess. "Unless you want a crack on the jaw that will make the last one feel like a love tap. Believe me, darling, I can be impatient when I expect something. So get into it. Keep sucking her, but bring her off."
Now that Princess had achieved a good deal in the way of excitement through sucking her lover's buttocks, she removed her tongue from Susan's ass flesh and' let it slide inside of her asshole. Her tongue moved back and forth, twisting and grinding solidly as she asserted it inside of her anus. She moved her tongue slowly at first, but as the activity continued she began to shove her tongue more swiftly than before. She kept on twisting and moving her tongue, probing with it diligently. She kept on slicing with it, letting it slash and slide, loving every quick, twisting thrust that she sent inside of Susan's anus. The faster and more vigorously that she pushed her tongue inside of her asshole, the deeper that she plunged it. She kept pushing Susan ever closer toward the orgasm that they both anticipated. Susan could feel the wild waves of excitement inside of her vagina. It caused her body to twist and turn ever so sharply and beautifully as she kept on tonguing her asshole.
"Ahhh, just twist your tongue inside me," she exclaimed. "Ohhh, keep your tongue probing. Just keep driving it. Baby, ohhh, suck me. Suck my asshole."
As she kept her burning tongue grinding inside of her lover's anus, she reached out with her right hand. Princess moved her fingers quickly as they made contact with Susan's already wet, very willing pussy. The pussy stimulation, coupled with the ass licking, projected Susan into an ever greater state of sexual awareness. She could feel the acute waves of sensation throughout her whole body as she kept on receiving the quick, grinding tongue thrusts from her lover that pushed her ever closer to a state of climax.
"Ahhh, keep the movements going," Susan said, "darling, I really love it."
"You two girls better finish it up," Omar snapped. "As you know, patience isn't one of my virtues, particularly when I've got the kind of a hard-on that I do right now. I need to fuck. Damned, I need to get my rocks off. I'm not gonna be happy until I do. Keep it up, girls. Just keep up the pace. Just keep sliding your tongue, Princess, but start moving it inside of her pussy. She needs it anyway."
Princess was well aware of just how far gone Susan was. She kept on twisting with her grinding tongue, letting it slide and blast inside of Susan's tight anal passage. As she removed her tongue from Susan's ass hole, she pushed her tongue forward. She moved her tongue against Susan's hot snatch.
She let it slide inside of her vagina. She moved it back and forth. At first she slid her tongue slowly, but as the pace continued, Princess probed with her tongue ever deeper than before. She kept on working her tongue smoothly inside of her hot nest, grinding, twisting, moving it solidly as she planted it ever deeper inside of Susan's snatch.
"Ohhh, tongue me," Susan gasped. "Keep on driving your tongue, honey. Ohhh, press with it. Press it, darling. Keep tonguing my snatch. Sweetheart, go ahead, really tongue me. Ohhh, I'm gonna juice. Yes, I'm gonna shoot. The stuffs gonna shoot out of me. Just keep your tongue sliding. Ahhh, move your tongue. Press it against my snatch. Sweetheart, ohhh, keep pressing it. Keep pushing it against my pussy."
Her tongue kept on driving with blazing passion. All the while she observed out of the corner of her eye the impatient look in Omar's intense eyes. She could see by the size of the bulge between his legs just how eager he was to get into the act of sex with beautiful Susan.
"Come on, bring her off," Omar declared. "Just keep your tongue moving. Grind it inside her pussy, Princess. Hurry up and grind it."
As Princess moved Susan that much nearer, she reached down and grabbed at her ass cheeks. She held on tightly to her buttocks. Ever so solidly she grabbed her flesh. She kept on working her tongue back and forth, allowing it to blaze spiritedly as it worked inside of her pussy. A few quick strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from her lover's vagina. As the juices shot, spilling inside of Princess's mouth, Susan's whole body rocked. She enjoyed this great moment of triumphant satisfaction. She was hoping that Omar could be completely removed from the scene. But there he was, standing right next to the bed, looking more impatient than ever.
"Okay, you got her juices," Omar told Princess. Either you move away from this scene fast, or I'm going to slap the hell out of you."
Princess immediately responded to the cue. She stepped away from the bed, making herself appear as inconspicuous as possible. She did not want to do anything to in any way antagonize her friend Omar. She knew that if she did she would suffer dire consequences.
"I'm gonna really make it with you," Omar laughed robustly.
He looked at Susan and smiled. He walked over toward the table and picked up his trusty bull whip.
Susan's heart began to pound and she broke into a cold, fearful sweat as Omar moved quickly toward her. She observed the huge bulge between his legs, and she could see that the sexual intensity within him was actually increasing as he held the whip in his hand. Susan was aware of just how sick Omar was. He was the type of man who basked in the delight of his own power and the way that he could manipulate it. A girl like Susan was helpless in his grasp, and furthermore, she knew it. He knew it, too. Omar was intent upon making the most of every situation of that type.
"That whip is gonna crackle," he smiled. "I'm gonna give you a little something to remember me by. I think a bitch like you needs daily discipline lessons. You've got to be reminded of who's in charge. Well, I'm in charge, my sweet. I'm gonna fuck you. I'm really gonna screw you. I'm gonna give you everything I can in the way of excitement. And a lot of it's gonna be brutal. But you're gonna enjoy it, sweetheart."
He reached out with the bull whip and brought it down hard against her left buttock. Thrills gushed through his whole body as the whip made crackling impact with her left ass cheek. As the whip landed, he tore open her flesh. The blood began to ooze out of her butt.
"Ahhh, that was nice," he grinned. "I really like slashing at your ass. Just look at that blood. Damned, I love looking at it."
Her eyes watered as she felt the pain in her ass cheek. He had broken open the flesh and now she could feel the warmth of the oozing blood. Omar reached down with his right index finger, pushing it over the blood. She watched with amazement as he slipped his finger into his mouth, actually sucking some of Susan's blood.
"I guess there's a little of the vampire in the best of us," Omar laughed.
He burst into loud, prolonged, sadistic laughter that left his whole body rocking. Susan recognized the full dimensions of his sickness. She could see that he was so demented that she couldn't risk ever doing anything to encourage wrath. If she did so she would be in serious difficulty indeed.
"I'm gonna bring the whip down on your other butt," he laughed. "I'm gonna really let it slash against your ass cheek."
Once more he brought the whip down, this time against his tormented lover's right buttock. It landed with even crisper authority than it had when it had opened the flesh on her left buttock. Some more skin was torn open, and Susan couldn't help but sob, even though she was doing her best not to in any way indicate just how much pain she was feeling.
"Cry your bloody eyes out," Omar said. "It's not gonna do you any good, honey. I'm in charge here. I'm completely in charge. I'm gonna fuck you. Damned, my cock is hard."
With a sense of mounting desperation, Omar threw his whip down on the floor. He reached down and began to fondle his long cock. He moved his fingers back and forth spiritedly, allowing them to plunge and stab with great conviction as they moved against his cock. Ever so quickly he kept on asserting his grinding fingers against his rod. He kept pushing and pumping, moving his fingers intensely against his dick. He kept up his quick, grinding finger movements for a few more strokes, after which he then released them. As he removed his fingers from his long, solid cock, Omar moved his body quickly forward. He threw himself down in the bed, then shoved his body on top of hers. She at first thought that Omar was about to grind his cock inside of her mouth, but when he came to a stop over her left breast, she recognized what was happening.
He immediately launched into some wild fucking, driving his cick back and forth as it kept on savagely asserting itself against her breast. The quicker and more solidly that he approached her with his cock, the louder that his breathing became. Susan could tell just how much he needed that kind of action.
He pushed his cock back and forth a few more times, then removed it from her left breast. He switched the action over toward her right tit, repeating the same rapid-fire strokes enjoying the quick, throbbing sensations that he kept on delightfully supplying for himself.
"Ahhh, I could juice right here, but I'm not going to," he said. "I'm gonna wait. I'm gonna wait for the right moment. Then I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you. I'm gonna fuck your asshole. Yes, what an ass you've got. I like the shape of it. I like playing my dick inside it."
CHAPTER 8
Omar reached inside of Susan's asshole with his quick, steadily probing finger. Back and forth his finger went to work, and the deeper that it slid, the more apparent it became to Susan that very soon he would be slamming his sharp, assertive pecker inside of her asshole.
"What an ass," Omar sighed. "I'm gonna really plant my cock inside of it. I'm gonna move my finger back and forth a few more times, and then I'm gonna fuck your asshole. I'm gonna screw your hot ass.
I'm really gonna fuck you. I'm gonna grind my cock deep inside your asshole."
He removed his finger from her anus, then prepared to launch into his cock stabs. He reached out and grabbed at her thighs, twisting them over his shoulders. As he moved his fingers up and down her thighs, he got set to launch into his quick fucking. He wanted to slam his hard, fiery cock deep inside of her anus. He wanted to slam it good and hard, to push his peter with great desire until every drop of his thick, flowing white juices had shot from the end of his long, rigid peter.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he said. "Ahhh, my charging cock's gonna do it. It's gonna do it right now, bitch. Get ready for the fuck of your life."
Omar began to laugh loudly. It was a satanic kind of laugh. He knew he was just about to torture Susan again. He would do it with his long, flaming phallus, which he would grind ever so sharply inside of her asshole. He would fuck her relentlessly without letup and keep up his quick, determined stabs until every droplet of the stored-up juices had shot from the end of his stiff tool.
"Ohhh, fuck me," she sighed. "Ohhh, grind your cock. Really let it plunge. Baby, ohhh, just fuck me. Keep on sending your cock inside me Come on, darling. Ohhh, screw me. Yes, really screw me. Fuck it."
Susan wondered just what was coming over her. Yes, she was determined to make Omar happy and to provide him with satisfaction. In so doing she felt that she would sustain less pain. But this was a little different. She was actually beginning to enjoy those quick, gripping stabs that he would assert with his long dick. He kept on pushing and pumping with his cock, driving it with an air of celebrated passion as he worked it inside of her anus. He kept on driving his hot tool, letting it push and plunge as he worked it as deeply as he knew how inside of her asshole.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna shoot," he said. "You've got a nice ass."
He reached down and gripped at her thighs. He held on tightly. He pushed his fingernails several times against her thighs, causing her to wince with pain. But she didn't seem to mind it all that much. Pain was something that she was becoming acclimated to, and through it all her lover kept on grinding with his hard, twisting tool. He slammed it deep inside of her burning anus as the first few drops of his flaming peter fluid began to shoot from the end of his aroused dick.
"Ahhh, I'm shooting," he said. "Damned, ahhh, it feels so good. Baby, it feels great. Ohhh, honey, fuck it. It does feel wonderful!"
His whole body kept on rocking and sliding as the droplets of his thick, flowing sperm kept on spraying, spilling from the end of his long dick and into her asshole.
"Ahhh, just my kind of sensation," he said as he removed his cock from her asshole."
"You really gave her a good ride," Princess said.
"I sure did, and I'm gonna give her another one," he told her.
He reached down with his left hand, allowing his fingers to probe around Susan's pussy. He moved his fingers solidly against her vaginal hair, then shoved his fingers inside of her hot snatch. Back and forth his fingers moved, working with solid, precise impact.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Susan said. "Come on, Omar, do it."
Omar grinned and nodded. He was ready to move his cock forward. He" was ready to let it plunge inside of her pussy. But first he wanted to let his fingers glide. He wanted them to twist sharply inside of her snatch. He moved his fingers back and forth a few more times, enjoying every quick, assertive stroke. When he finally removed his fingers from her pussy, he shoved his cock inside of her mound. He was all set to stroke with his dick, to let it plunge deeply inside of her pussy.
"Ahhh, my enflamed cock is gonna attack your snatch," he laughed ghoulishly. "I'm gonna fuck you. Damned, I'm gonna fuck."
He reached out and grabbed at her sore ass cheeks. She winced with pain. He laughed at the sight of her wincing in pain. It made him feel good to think how helpless she was. He removed his fingers finally from her buttocks and let them slide upwards toward her breasts, which he'd been fucking just a few moments earlier. His fingers pinched at her breast flesh as he plunged his long cock inside of her pussy. He was not about to apply himself with any finesse. He was concerned about doing one thing, getting his rocks off inside of her pussy, and he didn't particularly care just how brutal he was about it.
"Ahhh, this is heaven to me," he said.
The bed springs jangled as Omar kept directing his hard charging body forward. His whole body shook in an earthquake of passionate excitement. He kept driving his drilling peter forward, slamming it hard and fast, grinding it inside of her vagina. The faster that he moved his cock inside of her pussy, the closer that he moved to the state of climax. He loved shoving his cock into her, enjoying the act of slamming with his hard, diligent tool. The quicker and more effectively that he plunged with his hot stick, the deeper he shoved it inside of her vagina. All the while he was moving ever closer to that great state of passion when the flowing droplets of his semen would shoot from the end of his instrument and into her pussy.
"Ahhh, I just love it," he said. "I love pushing my hard charging pecker into you. I love it, honey. Ohhh, baby, I really do like it. Just keep screwing with me. Ohhh, baby, fuck it. Ohhh, fuck it."
He planted his dick inside of her a few more times, working with slamming force, driving his way against the tight inner confines of her pussy. He liked the way that her lips were instinctively wiggling as he kept up his rapid-fire charge. A few quick strokes later, the juices began to topple from the end of his cock. They splashed ever so wildly from his peter and began to spill inside of her snatch.
"Ahhh, what a fuck, what a fuck, what a fuck," Omar laughed.
He slapped at her buttocks, then removed his cock from her pussy. He moved quickly toward the bathroom, immediately washing off his cock. When Omar returned to the room, he had another erection. His fingers moved busily up and down the full length of his hard pecker. He sat down on the edge of the bed, then stroked at his penis.
"Get down there and suck me," he called out to Princess. "I washed off my cock. I've got it hard again after playing with it in the bathroom. So now you can suck me. Get down on your knees. I want to see you grovel before me."
As Princess obediently dropped down to her knees, Omar reached out and pulled at her hair. He liked tugging at her hair as he guided her downward toward his cock and balls.
"Suck my testicles," he said. "Come on, just work your tongue against my balls. Princess, you aren't exempted from any of this, either. You've got to do what Omar tells you. Omar's not gonna take no for an answer. Come on, suck my balls. Suck my hot balls."
As Omar's body trembled, his attentive lover Princess kept wielding her tongue back and forth. She kept stroking it against his hot nuts. She remained perched on her knees, and every now and then, just to show her who was boss, Omar would reach out and pull at her hair. He tugged sharply at her hair, causing her to feel great pain. Every time she felt pain, she stepped up the pace of her sucking, moving her tongue more quickly than before as it kept on wielding ever so swiftly against his agitated testicles.
"Start moving your tongue around my cock," Omar snapped. "Eat my dick, baby. You're gonna tongue my cock. Move your tongue up and down. Fast. Damned, I want speed."
After Omar finished uttering his crisp command, his lover moved forward with her tongue. She began to glide her tongue swiftly against the tip of his cock. She moved her tongue with grace and joy as she promptly asserted it against the tip of his organ. As she moved it against the tip of his flaming spear, he began to beg for more, anticipating even sharper and quicker suck stabs.
"Start distributing the action up and down my entire cock," he said. "Come on, suck me."
Susan watched as Princess's head bobbed up and down. She was doing her level best to provide Omar with every bit in the way of action that she could. Her tongue kept on twisting, twirling, moving up and down his long, firm member as she pushed him ever nearer to the state of a glorious orgasm.
"Ahhh, swallow every drop of it," he commanded breathlessly.
Omar reached out and pulled at Princess's hair. He heaved a deep gasp as the drops of his juice shot from his organ. Even though it wasn't a voluminous a load as the other two had been, it was still quite an explosion. The juices kept on shooting, spurting out of the end of his cock, spraying from his mammoth stick and into her mouth.
Princess swallowed every droplet of his hot, gooey load, after which she then removed her tongue from his cock.
"You didn't do bad," he nodded, praising her begrudgingly. "The one thing you girls have to learn, though, is that you can never do it well enough to please Omar. I'll always find something to criticize."
"What would you find to criticize this time?" Princess inquired.
"It could have been done with a little more enthusiasm," Omar said.
CHAPTER 9
It was two o'clock in the morning when Susan was rudely awakened.
A flashlight shone in her eyes, and as she blinked her eyes open, she observed the gruesome sight of Omar standing nakedly in her cell. There was his seemingly always present hard-on clearly observable as he stood there with the flashlight in his hand. In the other hand he held his trusty bull whip.
"Good evening, bitch," he said. "Or, to be more technically accurate, good morning."
Susan finished blinking her eyes open. She yawned, then looked around the cell. Her heart began to beat with accelerating fear as she observed the sight of six hungry men standing in the cell, completely naked, looking every bit as hard and even hungrier than Omar.
"In your country they write about conjugal visits," Omar grinned, turning off the flashlight. "I've read some articles in some magazines about penology. Well, I think that your country has demonstrated great enlightenment. I believe in conjugal privileges. But I don't see why it necessarily has to be restricted to men with wives. Or even in the case of men with wives, I don't see where it had to be restricted to the wives. I think that these men are all entitled to a few thrills. So I'm starting to institute a liberal policy. I want to give these men an opportunity to enjoy themselves. First they're gonna watch me, and then I'm gonna let them stand in line and take turns."
"Please, not that," she sobbed.
Omar's face flushed with anger. It turned a bright shade of crimson as he reached out with the bull whip, quickly snapping it around her neck. She gulped hard ever so painfully as the whip remained locked around her neck. Omar finally removed it.
"If you don't want more of the same," he said, "you'll shut up."
"That's telling her, Omar," one of the prisoners laughed.
"And you shut up, too, you bastard," Omar looked at the man. "It's my concern what I say or do with this bitch. And when I want to give you guys the opportunity to fuck her, well, then I'll make the suggestion. Up until then you keep your mouths shut. Do all of you understand that?"
All at once the six heads of the prisoners nodded vigorously.
"That's much better," Omar said with a tone of relief. "So just wait, you guys. You'll get your chance, provided that you don't blow it. Just one thing is to be understood, though. I'm controlling this scene and you don't get a piece of ass until I say so. Do all of you understand that?"
"Yes," they said as one.
Omar nodded. He felt a little better about everything now. As long as he was in control, and had access to Susan's abused body, he was in a state of contentment.
"I'm gonna slap your ass cheeks," he said. "I want to show these guys how I do it. Roll over on your stomach."
Regretting what was about to happen, Susan rolled over on her stomach. She lay there and flinched, doing her best to make not sounds as he delivered his whip solidly against her right ass cheek, he reared back and did the same to her left buttock. Omar released the whip, letting it drop down toward the floor. Her whole body trembled as Omar moved nearer.
"Just roll over on your back," he said.
She rolled over on her tiny cot on her back, trembling as Omar slipped his body on top of hers. He parted his legs, letting his cock dangle a scant few inches from her mouth.
"Reach out and massage my cock," he said.
Susan reached out with both hands and started to glide her fingers over the tip of Omar's dick. She moved her fingers back and forth smoothly, stroking him as best she could, doing her utmost to excite him. She slid her fingers up and down his long, aroused dick. She kept up her finger strokes until Omar sharply commanded her to stop.
"You can turn loose now," he said. "You can turn loose and I can fuck your mouth."
The men watched with ever-greater curiosity. Susan could see from the way that they were staring at her just how prime a piece of ass she was. She hated to be put in such a position. She was to be no more than a cheap recepticle, a tramp, a convenient whore for six prisoners who had not had sex more than likely in quite some time.
"I'm gonna show you guys how it's done," Omar boasted. "I'm gonna drive my dick inside this bitch's hot mouth. I'm gonna slam my pecker. Ahhh, I love the very thought of it. Am I ever gonna let myself go. Am I ever gonna drive my cock inside of her."
Omar hurled his cock forward. He let it slam and tug as it made its way inside of her mouth. He worked his cock ever so solidly and gracefully, driving it into the outer edges of her mouth. He kept on working his peter with solid impact, grinding it around the edges of her mouth. As he kept on plunging his peter forward, she felt that much more in the way of agitation. But it was the kind of agitation that she was quickly growing accustomed to. It was weird how fast she was really adjusting to a lot of brutal sex acts that she could never have conceived of liking, much less participating in, prior to being condemned to a hellish existence in this Turkish prison.
Susan still hated to receive the lashing whip stabs, but when it came to the different kinds of bizarre sex, she was getting acclimated to it.
The hungry prisoners continued to watch, and the longer that they observed Omar driving his dick diligently inside of her stuffed mouth, the more restless they grew. Their legs began to shift back and forth; some of them began to pace the floor.
"I'm fucking your mouth, bitch, and I'm gonna keep fucking it until I juice," Omar announced.
Omar kept on driving his solid joy stick forward. As he kept up his scorching pace, he drove it progressively deeper inside of her mouth. Pretty soon he was ramming it all the way to the base of her throat. He kept on slamming it, pushing it sharply, driving it inside of her mouth. He kept hammering hard and fast with his rock-hard peter. The deeper that he slammed it inside of her mouth, the closer that he projected himself toward the point of orgasm.
"Ohhh, what fucking," he exclaimed. "I'm gonna unleash my stuff."
His hammering prick kept on steadily moving, sliding solidly as it made its way that much deeper into her mouth. Even though Susan could scarcely breathe, she was looking forward to the taste of his hot jissum. She picked up the scent of his manly, musky odor. His balls were sweating noticeably as they scraped against her chin. All the while he kept ramming his dick forward, pushing himself with piston-like desire ever nearer to a wild, enthusiastic orgasm.
"I'm gonna shoot," he said. "Ahhh, the stuffs all gonna spray out of me. Yes, honey. Ohhh, I like this fuck. I like this screw."
A few quick, probing, sensation-ridden stabs later, his body shook. Omar bounced up and down as he kept on slamming his peter ever so solidly and deeply inside of his lover's mouth. He pushed himself that much nearer to the state of a wild, desirous climax.
"Ohhh, what a fuck," he said. "Ohhh, baby, I'm gonna screw you. I'm gonna keep screwing you. This is such a wonderful feeling. Ohhh, ahhh, it's great. It's great grinding my dick inside your mouth."
Omar ran his fingers through her hair as the first few drops of his sperm were unleashed from the end of his tool. He knew that there was a steady deluge that was set to follow, and there he was, preparing to reach that point. His hard cock kept on sharply stabbing, shoving inside of her mouth.
"Ahhh, I want to fuck it," he said. "I really love screwing you. Baby doll, ohhh, the stuff is gonna shoot. Ohhh, ahhh, here it goes. Look at this, men. Here's a man who's in charge. Ohhh, ahhh, I'm gonna fuck it. Ohhh, I'm fucking it. Ohhh, I'm flooding her, flooding her, flooding her. What a feeling."
His whole body rocked nervously as the steaming droplets of sperm kept on shooting out of the end of Omar's phallus. His whole body continued to shake until the last few drops of his fiery sperm had been released, after which he then removed his cock from her mouth.
'That was nice," he said. "I really did enjoy it. Now I'm gonna fuck your ass."
Omar turned around and looked into the anxious faces of the prisoners. He was happy that he had an audience watching what he was doing. He leaned forward and delivered his left middle finger inside of her asshole. He kept on pushing with his finger, jolting with it, slamming it sharply inside of her asshole. The quicker that his finger probed, the deeper that he poured it into her anus.
"Ahhh, this is finger fucking," he laughed. "I really love shoving my finger into you. This feels so nice. Ohhh, ahhh, it's a beautiful feeling. It feels so liberating to finger an asshole, then to get ready to fuck it."
His sturdy finger kept on employing itself ever so deeply inside of her anus. When he removed his finger from her asshole, he reached out and grabbed at her thighs. Pretty soon he was thrusting her legs over his shoulders. He held on tightly to her legs, stroking at her thighs as he pushed his long phallus forward.
"Here we go, man," he said. "You're gonna get yourselves a free show. I'm gonna really fuck."
Omar pushed his dick forward with precision. He moved it slowly in the beginning, letting it ease into the outer fringes of her asshole.
"Just twist your buns a little," Omar suggested. "Twist them, baby. I want to watch you twist them. That'll be great."
As she moved her warm, pliable ass flesh, Omar kept on directing his cock ever so deeply inside of her. His hard, throbbing member continued to find the mark, driving back and forth as he worked it inside of her asshole. He kept on connecting with his rapier-like pecker, stabbing it hard and fast as he worked it inside of her. All the while he was pushing himself that much closer to the inevitable orgasm, when all of the thick, white fluids would tumble out of the end of his solid member and into her asshole.
"Come on, fuck me," she gulped. "I like feeling your cock inside me."
Susan was hoping that if she could humor Omar, perhaps he wouldn't be so disposed toward wanting to hurt her. She recognized, though, that such a chance was remote. But Omar seemed to accept violence as naturally as breathing. He hammered his rigid prong forward several more times, and after that his whole body began to shake. The tumbling droplets of thick, white fluid commenced to profusely shoot out of the end of his dick, splashing into her asshole.
"What a tight ass," Omar said happily. "I really loved it. I love this pace. I loved slamming my dick inside you. It really felt good, darling. Ohhh, I really enjoyed it."
He removed his cock from her asshole, then slid his body off of the cot. He walked over and patted one of the men on the shoulder.
"You can go first," he told the man. "I want to see you fuck her asshole. But I want her to get down on all fours. I want to watch you delivering it to her from behind."
"Yes, Omar," the prisoner said obediently.
Susan got down on all fours, set to do everything she could to comply. As she extended her legs, revealing her ripe, firm buttocks, the prisoner actually drooled. She looked at his thick, heavy beard, and observed how bloodshot his eyes were. As he positioned himself on the cot, perching himself on his knees, she picked up his unwholesome scent. She was convinced that it had been quite a while since this man had had a bath. He was sweating tensely from all of the action he had watched. He had had to do all in his power to prevent himself from jissuming.
"Can I grab her ass cheeks?" the man looked back and humbly asked Omar.
"Of course you can," Omar said. "I want you to. Grab her butt, my friend. Grab her butt nice and solidly. I want to watch you plant your tool inside of her asshole. She's gonna find out what it's like to get gang banged. This is good. This is just like a conjugal visit privilege. I'm reforming this prison. You men are the living testimony."
The other prisoners burst into laughter. The man who was getting set to hump Susan did not. He was not about to laugh at anything. He was in a state of. rapt attention. He pushed his long, horny cock forward. He could already feel the itch within his cock and balls as he poured his dagger-like spear into her ready, waiting anus.
"Twist your butt, whore," Omar commanded.
He stood just a few feet away from Susan brandishing his whip, letting her knew in no uncertain terms that she was expected to perform or else.
The prisoner grunted hard, indicating just how much he was putting into each and every one of his firm, convincing stabs. Back and forth he kept on connecting with her asshole. He pushed his tool into her asshole, and the harder and more firmly that he drove it, the deeper that he speared her. He kept on manipulating his cock, driving it inside of her hot, receptive asshole. He kept pushing and shoving with his flaming dick, driving it ever deeper inside of her anus. The deeper that he pushed it, the closer that he moved to a state of orgasm. He could feel the wild itchiness in his cock and balls as he kept hammering with his hard, steady phallus. He attacked her with great skill, and all the while he was pushing himself ever closer to a state of glorious culmination.
"Ahhh, it's getting so close," he said. "I'm so horny. I can't hold back for long. What an asshole. What an asshole for fucking."
"Twist a little more, bitch," Omar said, continuing to brandish the whip, letting Susan know that he was still firmly in charge.
Susan let her ass cheeks sway from side to side as her lover kept up his hot, jolting stabs. He kept pushing and grinding with his long, hot dagger, moving himself that much nearer to the state of climax.
"Ahhh, what a fuck," he said. "Thank you, Omar. You're such a wonderful man. To give us this opportunity. Ohhh, ahh, I feel so wonderful. Ohhh, the stuff is shooting. It's shooting out of me."
The prisoner's entire body rocked as the sea of semen spilled from his cock and into her asshole. As his balls were emptying, the other men stood there and watched in a state of concerted sensual desire. They enjoyed watching the sight of the spurting semen as it kept on spraying from the end of his cock and into Susan's asshole.
He removed his long, sharp tool form her anus. As he did so, the next prisoner waited. His body shifted impatiently. He was waiting for Omar to give him the go-ahead.
Omar nodded toward the second man in line.
"I want you to fuck her from the same position," he said. "I want an ass fuck. Just like your friend did it. I want to see you guys really go to work. Give this gal's asshole a thorough workout."
Susan shuddered as she thought of what lay in store for her. But she dared not complain. For she did not want to incur the wrath of Omar.
CHAPTER 10
The second prisoner assumed his position, stretching out his body as he remained perched on his knees, preparing his vigorous attack. He reached out and slid his fingers against Susan's thighs. His fingers stroked back and forth as he pushed his hot dick inside of her asshole. He held on for dear life, letting his fingers clutch against her thighs as Omar watched intently. The prisoner attacked her steadily, driving his burning stick deep within her bowels. He liked the way that her body would instinctively twitch every time that he slammed it deeper into her hot rectum. He knew that it was going to be a quick orgasm. An even faster one than his predecessors. He had watched just too much fucking. That coupled with his acute state of sensual need brought him to the precipice of orgasm in no time at all.
"You're gonna unload," Omar said. "Come on, fill her asshole with your cock juice."
The man reached out and slapped at her thighs. He held onto them tightly as the spraying droplets of his thick, white semen started to shoot out of his spear. It kept on splashing, shooting from his peter and into her anus.
"Ahhh, ohhh, it's so good to be there," he said with a tone of relief.
The second prisoner removed his tool from Susan's anus. He walked away, looking at the third prisoner in line and smiling.
"You can go next," Omar said. "You also will fuck her in the asshole, just like your two friends did. I want you to really ram your cock hard. Sure, she's had a workout. Sure, her asshole's sore. But that's all right with me. Give her some memories of what it's like to be fucked by some real men, by some tough Turks. Come on, ram your hard dick into her."
The hot, sweaty prisoner got down on his knees and immediately slammed his cock forward. He had watched so much in the way of sex activity that he felt in a state of torture by the time that he finally commenced sliding his hot, sturdy peter inside of her anus. He kept on moving his cock sharply, grinding it with solid joy and desire. His whole body trembled as he kept on slamming his racing cock ever deeper into her hot hole, pushing it with great confidence and desire.
"Ohhh, it's a wonderful ass," the man said. "Best ass I've ever had. I like its tightness. I like its smoothness. I like the way that her ass cheeks slide. Tighten those ass cheeks, honey, tighten them a little more."
"Do what the man says," Omar ordered.
Omar grinned broadly as he watched the man pump and push his cock as deeply as he knew how inside of Susan's anus. He was on the verge of a wild climax. The juices were all set to spray from the end of his stick. He kept on hurling his hard, savage, semen-ridden peter inside of her asshole. A few quick, jolting thrusts later, the drops of his thick, white fluid spurted out of the end of his organ. They kept on splashing wildly, spilling from him and into
Susan's waiting anus.
"Ohhh, it's so good," the man smiled when it was all over. "Thank you, Omar. You are most kind."
Omar said nothing to the now-satisfied prisoner. He looked at the last three prisoners, then announced:
'The next one. You're gonna slam your cock inside of her mouth. I think she's had enough in the way of ass action. So you're gonna throat fuck her."
The man moved forward with intensity. As Susan stretched over on her back, she observed his long black hair and his piercing eyes. He looked something like Omar. And the expression on his face was every bit as intense. It was obvious that this man meant business. He was dedicated to just one principle at that point in time, that of unleashing every drop of turbulent juice from the end of his hard rod.
He pushed his cock forward, immediately letting it slide deeply into her mouth. He used it like a knife, continuing to allow it to stab and thrust inside of Susan's mouth. The harder that he pushed his long, fiery prong, the closer that he moved himself. He kept up his steady, driving activity, blasting hard with his solid spear. He kept on thrusting, gliding his cock, moving it with savage, joyous impact as he pushed it ever deeper inside of her mouth.
"Ahhh, keep it up," Omar smiled. "You're doing it just right. That's the way I fucked her mouth. You're catching on, my friend. Yes, you are showing a good deal of promise. So just keep ramming. Keeping slamming your cock into her. I like that. I like the music you're making with your cock."
As for Susan, she wondered if she would breathe again. Her eyes rolled back and forth, and every now and then she closed them. All the while she continued to be subjected to the savage pummeling of the prisoner's cock as it kept drumming ever deeper against the base of her throat.
As she felt the earthquake-like rumblings of his body, Susan knew that the time had arrived. She braced herself, awaiting what she was sure would be a wild deluge of thick jissum that was certain to shoot from the end of his hard stick.
"Ahhh, here it goes," he sighed. "The stuff is all spilling. Baby, ohhh, I feel so nice. It feels so good slamming my cock inside of your mouth."
The prisoner unloaded every drop of his thick white juice from the end of his dick. He removed his cock from her mouth, then walked away.
"Same thing, Master Omar?" the next man asked anxiously.
"That's right," Omar confirmed. "Just plunge your dick inside of her. I want you to juice in her mouth, just like the man before you."
The man practically broke into a run, moving quickly forward. He got down on his knees and immediately entered Susan's mouth. His hard charging cock made great headway. He kept moving it with sweeping, assertive strides as he pushed and tugged with his long dick, driving his phallus ever deeper and more intensely inside of her mouth.
"Ahhh, this is good," he nodded. "This is like heaven, fucking a mouth like this."
Susan's body bounced back and forth from all of the friction that was being sent her way by her lover, who kept up his quick, searing stabs. He kept pushing his pecker inside of her mouth, grinding it sharply as he moved that much nearer to the glorious state of climax. Pretty soon the drops of his semen would be flooding her mouth. He was looking forward to that grand occasion, and as he looked down at his inflated balls, he could see that the moment was at hand. He could feel the wild itchiness in his testicles, and now he was all set to explode.
"Honey, here I go," he said.
The prisoner reached out and slapped at her buttocks. He slapped right on the spot where Omar had thrashed her. Her whole body flinched, but the man did not mind. His ass cheeks rolled from side to side as the spraying droplets of jissum kept on unloading, splashing furiously from the end of his hot, grinding prick and into her mouth.
"Same from you," Omar said. "You're the last one, so make it good."
"Are we gonna get seconds?" one of the men who had already orgasmed asked.
"No, you're not," Omar snapped. "You're damned lucky you're getting firsts. You guys are gonna have to earn your privileges by being on your best behavior and by keeping busy. I'll think about some more sex for you when I've seen some more in the way of good behavior. As for now, finish it up. Ram your dick inside her mouth."
The prisoner moved forward. In a flash, he slammed his hot tool inside of Susan's mouth. He loved controlling the action with Susan. She could see that since he had to wait until the end, this man was probably the horniest of them all. He had begun gasping right from the very beginning, right from his first point of contact with her mouth. He kept lodging his cock ever deeper against the base of her throat, whipping frenziedly as he pushed himself that much nearer to that glorious state of wild, exhilarating climax.
"Ahhh, this is nice," Omar said. "It's fun to have a little get-together like this. I'm sure Susan agrees. Just look at this blonde bitch. She's really getting dominated. You men are doing a good job of it. I must give you plenty of credit."
The prisoner kept on pushing his tool ever deeper. The man was proud of the way that he and his friends were being praised by Omar. He wanted to impress Omar, so he moved his body even more quickly than before, letting it race at top speed as he rammed his sturdy, diligent pecker as deeply as he knew how inside of her mouth. In just a few quick, piercing strides, he would be off. The juices would all shoot from the end of his hard, sturdy phallus and into her waiting mouth.
"Ahhh, I'm off," he said. "Ohhh, ahhh, I love it. The stuff is beautiful. Ohhh, it's so nice to unleash it. Swallow it, babe. You take every drop of it. Every fucking drop."
"You heard what the man said," Omar laughed wickedly.
Susan gulped hard as the man unloaded his last few droplets of cream, then removed his cock. She lay there in a daze. Her asshole had never been more sore, and she had a sore throat as well. All those hard, horny, stabbing cocks had done their duty. As a matter-of-fact, she wondered if she could even speak. Not that she really wanted to. She had nothing to say to any of them. Now that it was over, it struck her as another disgusting, revolting chapter of life at the prison. And there was Omar, standing there and grinning, holding his swinging whip in his right hand.
CHAPTER ll
Omar was constantly thinking up new ways to torture his sex captive, Susan.
Several days after he had allowed six of the prisoners to take turns fucking her, he had his two trusty prison guards transport her into his bedroom.
"You two men can stay," he said. "Stay and take off your clothes. I want you in on this little experiment."
"Experiment?" one of the guards asked.
"Yes, I call it an experiment. You might just call it a fuck."
Susan stared at the curious set of electrical wiring that was perched next to the bed.
"I want you to take off your clothes," Omar said.
"What going to happen to me?" she asked fearfully.
"I told you not to ask any questions," Omar shot back angrily. "As a matter-of-fact, I won't tolerate any of that. It all has to be done in accordance with the way that things are. So just take off your clothes. And while you're doing it, the rest of us will be doing the same."
Susan quickly removed her plain dress, and as she began to take off her panties and her bra, Omar unzipped his trousers. He pulled out his hard penis, which he stared at. He never ceased to get a hard-on whenever his beautiful victim was anywhere nearby.
"You look just as gorgeous as ever," he told her. "Now take off the rest of your clothes, darling. Get everything off. Get it off as fast as you can."
She reached down and began to pull her panties down her legs. She tugged quickly at them, asserting herself as the panties rolled speedily down her legs and off of her. She kicked her panties downward toward the floor. She stretched out on the bed, awaiting the development of more action.
"Here we go," Omar said, pulling off his trousers speedily.
As Omar pulled off his trousers, the other men had already removed their clothes. They were standing there poised and ready for some excitement.
Omar walked over toward a table and picked up some rope. He walked over to the bed, then began to bind his victim's hands. He ever so tightly ran the rope over them, tightening his grip, then binding the knots.
"I'm gonna bind your legs, too," Omar said.
Omar reached down and began to bind some more rope to his victim's legs. As soon as he finished, he jumped up to his feet. He grinned widely as he looked at his helpless victim. He then moved over the electrical attachment, placing a wire against her helpless hands and one against her feet.
"The sparks are really gonna fly now," Omar laughed.
Omar held an attachment in his fingers. He was able to push a button and produce some sparks. They were not the kinds of sparks that would be able to kill. Just enough to supply her with some periodic pain.
As Omar began to work his little gadget, Susan's body would respond nervously and painfully. It would twist from side to side as he kept on utilizing the instrument. The longer that he did so, the more excitement that she felt throughout her entire body.
"I'll let up when I'm good and ready," Omar said. "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I'm still that same old cruel son-of-a-bitch. Well, maybe you're right. I guess you are right. I am a cruel son-of-a-bitch, but I know how to get my kicks. I'm getting them right now. I'm getting them by putting you through the wringer."
When he got through igniting the sparks, Omar walked over toward his helpless victim. He pushed his cock forward, driving it solidly inside of her cunt. As Susan lay there, the helpless victim of Omar, he let his cock race back and forth. He drove it superbly, allowing it to stab and thrust as it worked its way inside of her mound. He kept on working his long, hot tool deep inside of her vagina. The harder and faster that he pumped with his cock, the deeper that he shoved it. He kept on moving his hard, searing penis with great anxiety. He could feel the waves of titillation in his cock and balls as he kept on circulating his hard, stiff spear inside of her. The faster that he pumped with his cock, the deeper that he shoved it and the closer that he drove himself toward the point of climax.
"Ahhh, I really love it," he said. "Darling, what a fuck."
It made Omar feel good to know that he held her his total captive. He had her all tied up, and now it was up to him as to just how long he was going to fuck her. The two prison guards watched closely as he kept on working his tool inside of her tight snatch. As he kept on driving it with hammer-like savagery, he pushed ever nearer to the state of climax.
"Ohhh, I've got to shoot now," he exclaimed. "I'm gonna unload. All the juices are gonna shoot. They're gonna spray from my pecker. This is gonna be so nice. The stuff is gonna shoot. Ahhh, it's gonna spill. It's gonna spill from my rod. Spill. Ohhh, is it gonna spill."
He kept on hurling his long, grinding stick inside of her snatch. A few quick strokes later, the juices were about set to shoot from his phallus. A few quick, jabbing thrusts later, the juices were all set to escape. They began to tumble from the end of Omar's cock.
"Just look at this, men," Omar laughed loudly.
"All the stuff is shooting. Ohhh, I like these feelings. I like them so much."
A Omar removed his tool from his helpless victim's pussy, he motioned one of the guards toward her. It was the same one who had raped her so brutally in the cell just a few days before.
"Yes, Omar," the guard said dutifully.
"I want you to ram it up her ass," Omar said, "but before you do it I want you to play with her asshole. I want you to push your finger inside of her. I want you to stab with it. I want you to push it good and hard. Now hurry up and do as I tell you."
The guard shoved his finger forward, allowing it to move with blinding zeal as it worked its way inside of her asshole. He pushed his finger with great smoothness and force. The quicker that he shoved it, the deeper and more intensely that he let it go to work. His hot finger kept on grinding, twisting sharply, moving inside of her asshole.
"Ahhh, I'm fingering your ass," he smiled. "This does feel good."
He kept up his steady finger fucking for a few minutes more. When he released his finger from her asshole, he was all set to send his savage tool plunging forward. He wanted to let it grind with all the savagery that was stored up within him.
The man's entire body quaked as he pushed his hot dick forward. He slipped a pillow underneath her ass, which put her at a better angle. Her ass cheeks tilted as he moved his cock back and forth, asserting it stirringly as he fucked her anus. The longer and faster that he pushed his cock inside of her, the deeper that he moved it. He kept on grinding with his hot, slicing tool. He kept ramming it ever so sharply, fucking her asshole, and all the while he was twisting his way ever closer toward an orgasm.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna be there," he said. "I can't keep it up very long when I'm fucking an asshole like this."
As he kept on fucking her asshole, Omar decided to play some games of his own. He picked up his electronic gadget and began to push it, initiating shocks in both Susan's hands and her feet. While she kept getting jarred there, her asshole continued to receive the swift, stirring jolts from the prison guard's cock.
"Yeah, shock her, shock the hell out of her," the man laughed. "I like that. I like the way it's all happening."
A few quick, stiff jabs later, the juices began to shoot from the end of the man's long, flowing phallus. He removed his cock from his lover's asshole, then got up from the bed. As he walked around the room, Omar nodded toward the third man.
He moved rapidly toward Susan. Before he got on the bed, he looked at Omar for instructions.
"You're gonna ram it down her throat," he said. "And I'm gonna give her some extra sensations while all that's happening. I'm gonna see to it that she really gets it. This bitch is gonna find out just how much she needs to be dominated by us."
As Susan lay there stretched out, she watched her attacker move his fingers up and down his cock. He let his fingers race, enjoying each and every quick, stiff, uninhibited stab. As he removed his fingers finally from his hot tool, he pushed his cock forward. He let his penis slice inside of his lover's mouth. His cock kept on dancing and twisting, sliding inside of her mouth as he probed sharply with his cock. He kept on letting his cock twist and dart as he asserted it inside of her pouty. The quicker that his hot cock pierced against the sides of her mouth, the closer that he moved himself toward a great, stirring orgasm.
"Ohhh, suck me," he sighed. "What a mouth for fucking."
As his cock kept grinding, plunging ever deeper into her, Omar began to administer some more shock waves. He burst into loud laughter as he watched Susan's body tremble helplessly. She couldn't do a solitary thing, not even scream. Her arms and legs were tied up, she was receiving some jolting shocks, and her mouth was literally sealed by the appearance of a hard, blistering cock which kept steadily grinding inside of her mouth.
"I'm really gonna explode," the man said. "Ohhh, this is a fuck."
A few hot, piercing strokes later, the juices were, ready to spill. They splashed wildly from the end of the man's cock. As they did, Omar administered some more shocks. He was more than happy over the way that things were going. He was controlling the scene, and furthermore, he was injecting a little creativity. He believed in keeping Susan guessing. He hoped to always stay one step ahead of her, keeping her ignorant about what he was going to do until it actually happened.
"Susan, you've gotten fucked again," he laughed. "I can't think of a more deserving girl. You really got it. I was more than happy to give it to you."
CHAPTER 12
Later that same day after Omar had tied her up, provided electrical shocks for her, and brutally raped Susan, he sought to engage in some more activities with her.
Two guards arrived at her cell, motioning for her to leave. She walked fully clothed into Omar's office. He got up without saying a word, leading her into his bedroom.
"There's nothing like a nice afternoon break," Omar laughed. "I like relaxing with you. It's so stimulating to slap you around, then fuck you."
Omar immediately began removing his khaki uniform. He-looked over at Susan and nodded.
"I expect you to start undressing right now," he said. "Come on, Susan. Let's snap into it."
She reached out and undid her dress. She moved her fingers briskly over the buttons, seeking to strip as fast as reasonably possible. The reason why she was so eager to strip quickly was because of Omar. She didn't want to do anything to displease him in any way whatsoever.
Before long, Omar was sliding his trousers down his legs. He removed them and reached up and grabbed at his shorts. He tugged swiftly at his shorts, pulling them down his legs. He removed his shorts altogether, then reached out and grabbed at his cock. Omar loved playing with his long, proud pole. He enjoyed brandishing it in front of his victim Susan as a man would a proud rifle.
"Look at the size of this prick," he laughed glowingly. "It's a big one, honey. It's a nice hunk of meat. Ohhh, darling bitch. Am I ever gonna fuck you."
As his fingers glided up and down his long, hard cock, Susan slid out of her panties. Omar watched as he observed her delectable naked ass cheeks, the glow of which radiated in the shimmering afternoon sunlight. His cock hardened even more as he looked at her hot butt. He observed the welts which he had placed there through his brutality. He decided that he would not do anything to reopen the old cuts on her ass. Instead, he would have some fun just slapping her around. In due course he would enjoy himself thoroughly at Susan's expense.
"Just stretch out on the bed there," he told her. "I want you to lie down. I'm gonna do my thing, bitch."
Her heart pounded with fear. Susan realized that something was going to happen, and that certain something would not be very pleasant. She lay there on her back, ominously, anticipating Omar's next move. She could tell by the look of ghoulish delight that he had spread across his face, that same strange, sinister smile, that he was about to attack her.
He reached out and grabbed her by the hair. He held on with both hands, pulling and tugging sharply. He held on with great firmness. The longer that he tugged at her hair, the more that he enjoyed it. Omar wondered for a while if he would orgasm right then and there.
Omar removed his fingers from her hair, then reached out with his right hand and delivered a stiff slap which caught her just above the eye. He tore the skin and immediately blood began to trickle down her eyelid.
"That was a good one," he laughed. "A very good pop."
Susan lay there sobbing, and the longer that she did, the gruffer that his tone increasingly became.
"I suggest you shut your damn mouth," he growled. "I know what I want and I know what's good for you, even if you don't. Sure, I might cut you up a little and beat you, but it's all for the best. It's all in a good cause, baby, and I love it. I love every bit of it. I really do enjoy it. You don't realize it, but you enjoy it, too. Yes, you like it an awful lot. You certainly do. You like pleasing Omar. And you like being reminded of the fact that you're a bitch."
Susan lay there trembling, tears rolling down her cheeks. Omar reached out and slapped her with his other hand. This time the blow landed on the side of her face. All it did was create a redness. The skin did not break and there was no blood spurting, which, to Susan, was miraculously good news.
"You deserve to be slapped and abused," Omar said. "You're nothing but a white temptress bitch. I can imagine what you were like over in America. You probably wore the shortest skirts in town. And then when some guy got a hard-on and wanted to fuck you because of it, you probably told him to go straight to hell. Is that the way you were back in the United States? Were you a cock tease?"
"No, no, I wasn't a cock tease," she sobbed.
"Then you were a bitch," he snapped. "Maybe you were the kind of girl who gave in to every guy who wanted to fuck you. Is that right?"
"No, I wasn't a bitch," she protested.
"Then what the hell were you? You had to be one or the other. You had to be a cock tease or you had to be a bitch."
Susan recognized that it would be futile to discuss the matter with Omar any further. He quite obviously would not entertain any intelligent discussion on the point. He wanted to believe that she fell into one of two extreme categories, and as long as his thinking remained that extremist oriented, she would have no chance at all of convincing him that she was correct.
As she continued to lie there on the bed, still sobbing Omar stretched beside her. He loved knowing that he had her right in the palm of his hand, capable of doing anything he asked.
"Start sucking my asshole," he commanded. "Just stop crying like a damn baby and begin running your tongue up my ass. And I expect some good action. I expect some nice, crisp tongue movements. Just move your tongue real smooth, bitch. I want you to really plunge with it. Come on, grind with your tongue. Work it inside my asshole. I want you to work it real nice. Work it real smooth. Press your tongue against my asshole. I want to feel those sensations."
She pushed her tongue forward, allowing it to enter inside of Omar's asshole. She moved slowly at first, seeking to gain momentum in a gradual manner. At first he was content to accept that kind of action, but pretty soon he became impatient for more. He wanted his lover's tongue to plunge more eagerly and rapidly than before as it worked its way inside of his asshole.
"Come on, suck me faster," he sighed. "Darling, just work it. Come on, suck me, you little bitch. Run your tongue fast. I want you to give it to me with all you've got. Baby, come on, just work it. Probe real nice with that tongue."
She moved her tongue back and forth, letting it twist and slide as it worked its way around the tight inner confines of his anal passage. The more rapidly that her tongue swept, the more excitement that bristled through his entire body. He loved the way that her tongue was probing and twisting as it slid and asserted inside of his asshole.
"Ahhh, I like that," he said. "You're improving a little now, bitch. I like the way your tongue is moving. Come on, honey. Really let it slide."
His ass cheeks began bouncing up and down on the bed. He began to purr with the contentment of a kitten as her tongue kept on making solid contact with his anus, driving back and forth into his hot, ready anal passage. A few strokes later, he was desirous of engaging in even more intimate action. He wanted her to taste his load, swallow every drop of his thick peter fluid.
"Okay, now you're gonna start sucking my cock," he told her. "As a matter-of-fact, start working your tongue against my balls. Start sucking my testicles. I want you to really move your tongue against my balls, baby. I want to feel your tongue at work. I really want you to probe with it. To press it. To slide it against my balls. To really let yourself go."
Her tongue moved downward toward his balls. She slid her tongue back and forth, beginning to grind it against his hot balls. She began slowly, but the longer the action continued, the quicker the pace that she began to establish with her tongue as she manipulated it against his balls. The swifter that her tongue drove against his bulging, wild testicles, the more eager that he grew on the subject of shooting off the hot white juices from his sperm-ridden spear and letting them splash inside of Susan's mouth.
"Just run your fingers against my cock," he said. "Keep your finger alert, baby. I want you to finger my balls while you're sucking my cock. I like the feeling of a woman going down on me. Yes, that's a good feeling. It shows I'm on top. You're gonna grovel, bitch, just like some street whore. You do exactly what I want you to do. You're like a snake, that's what you are, a damned snake. You're gonna keep sucking me. You're gonna keep driving your tongue. You're gonna keep letting it slide against my cock and balls."
As her fingers kept on probing gracefully against his cock, he finally decided that it was time for Susan to start sucking his peter. He wanted to feel the quick, determined sensations of her tongue as it exploded against his rifle-like vehicle. He could feel the wild waves of itchiness in his balls. He knew that it wouldn't be long before her racing tongue would cause his long, rangy penis to ignite its hot juices.
"Darling, suck me off," he said. "Just start moving your tongue against my prick. Come on, really connect with it. I want you to suck me."
She removed her tongue from his balls, then let it go to work against his cock. As she moved her tongue against the tip of his instrument, she reached down and began to play with his wet testicles, on which she had done such a thorough sucking job only a few moments earlier. Every time that her fingers pried against his warm flesh, she seemed to step up her sucking pace that much more dramatically, working her tongue with great fervency up and down his long, bulging pole, which was ready to shoot cock juice.
"That's the way to do it," he nodded. "Keep your tongue working. Yeah, suck me off. Come on, just grind your tongue. Really let it move. Probe with it, honey, really probe with it."
Her tongue kept on wiggling, twisting and turning sharply as it made its way rapidly up and down his long, hot tool. The swifter that her tongue asserted, the closer that he moved to the state of a glorious climax. His whole body rocked back and forth as Omar kept on receiving the quick, skillful tongue jolts from his lover.
Susan's tongue kept on connecting, probing beautifully, working with sharp precision as she catapulted him ever closer to the state of a brilliant climax.
"Ahhh, suck me off," he sighed. "Baby, keep your burning tongue moving. Come on, keep grinding your fingers against my balls. Honey, really move them. Yeah, I like the way you're fingering my nuts. Come on, keep on fingering them. Hang onto my balls. Keep pushing. Keep pressing. Ohhh, press hard. Press firm. Suck me off, bitch, suck me off."
As her head bobbed up and down, her fingers squeezed hard against Omar's balls. Susan's head kept on moving, and her tongue kept slipping up and down his long, dark, erect tool. She had him on the verge, and now he was just about ready to explode his juices from the end of his hard, flaming prick.
"Come on, keep sucking," he said.
As a means of encouraging her even more, Omar reached out and began tugging at her hair. He pulled several times, then prepared to unleash his hot, fiery juices.
"Ahhh, here I go," he exclaimed. "Baby doll, ahhh, I'm gonna unload. The stuff's gonna shoot. It's really gonna spill. I want you to swallow it. I want you to swallow every drop of it. Baby, ohhh, suck it all out of me. Darling, really do it. Ohhh, suck it out of me."
His whole body twisted and swayed as the spirited droplets of his thick, white semen started to shoot out of the end of his long, rangy rod. The longer that the phallus fluid spilled, the more she had to digest. Her tongue kept sweeping back and forth inside of her mouth as she eagerly attacked every droplet of his flowing, white stream of jissum.
"That's the way to do it," he said. "You've got to get it all. I expect that. Every drop of the stuff. Come on, you're gonna eat my prick juice. You're gonna hang onto it. You're gonna savor it. You're gonna taste the stuff. You're gonna taste every bit of it. Come on, you little bitch. Just keep your tongue working. Keep it going. Keep it grinding. Ohhh, keep your tongue grinding."
A few strokes later, Susan removed her tongue from her lover's prick. Omar lay there and looked down at his cock, which had shrunk very little in the aftermath of the orgasm. He was all set to engage in some more brisk, vigorous activity.
"I like the idea of showing you who's boss," Omar said. "Just maybe I'll stuff my long pole down your throat. What would you think of that? What would you think of a throat fuck?"
"I'm your loyal subject, so I guess that I'll go along with anything you want," Susan said.
Omar threw his head back and laughed.
"That's more like it," he said. "I'm gonna see to it that you remain my loyal subject. You're gonna do exactly what I want. I like the fact that you're at least beginning to recognize it."
"Yes, master."
"Hey, I like hearing that name," he chuckled. "I like hearing you call me master. Call me master again. Come on, you little bitch."
Omar teased Susan by pulling at her hair with several fierce tugs.
"Master, you're my master," Susan said.
"That's more like it," he laughed. "I can see that we're beginning to reach an understanding. You're acting like a different girl from the one who came in here, so full of all these individualistic notions, and acting like such a sassy bitch. Well, we've taken care of that, haven't we? We've trimmed away some of that sassiness and now you're a better bitch for having been taught your lesson. A lesson you've learned very well, I might add. Just remember, I'm your master and I know what's best for you. Remember that and we'll get along just fine."
CHAPTER 13
The longer that Omar looked at Susan, the more convinced that he became it was time to launch into some wild, exhilarating throat fuck action.
"Open your mouth," he commanded. "I want to see those even white teeth."
Susan quickly complied. As she opened her mouth, Omar began to clap his hands with glee.
"Just look at that nice mouth," Omar smiled. "I want to push my cock inside it. I want to fuck your mouth. I'm really gonna push my cock into it.
You're gonna be dominated again. Sure, you really love to be dominated by Omar. Maybe you're not gonna admit it, but you do. You want me to fuck your mouth. I'm gonna fuck your mouth. I'm gonna slam my cock inside it. Just get ready, honey, because I'm gonna really go to work with my pecker."
Before Omar launched into his throat fucking escapades, he reached down with both hands and began to glide with his fingers against Susan's breasts. Back and forth his fingers twisted and glided. The quicker that he asserted them, the more eagerly that he enjoyed the sex. His cock kept on twisting, throbbing rapidly, moving against her breast. As he fucked her tit, she let her breasts flare upward, meeting his forward, quick jolts.
He removed his cock from one breast, then let it go to work against the other. He let his penis dance back and forth as it kept on manipulating, sliding rapidly, moving against her hot tit.
"Ahhh, this does feel good," he said. "I'm really gonna fuck your mouth. I'm gonna slam my cock into you. I'm gonna give you a bruising fuck. I'm gonna screw your mouth. I'm gonna keep it up until I juice."
He removed his cock from her breasts, then prepared to launch into some wild, invigorating sex. He wanted to propel his huge projectile forward, to let it ramrod inside of her mouth, to drive it solidly all the way to the base of Susan's mouth. He would slam his cock diligently inside her until every drop of his scorching juice had been released from his rangy, aroused, throbbing phallus.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he told her. "I'm gonna really push my cock inside of you. I'm gonna work it real nice. I'm gonna slide it. I'm gonna give you a screw, a real screw."
He moved his long, grinding stick forward. He let it manipulate with great joy and solid zeal as he catapulted it into .her mouth. The deeper that he pushed his cock inside of her mouth, the closer that he moved himself toward another orgasm. His lengthy peter kept on grinding, pushing hard and fast, shoving inside of her mouth. The faster that his rangy cock moved within her mouth, the closer that he pushed himself toward a wild climax.
"Ahhh, this feels good," Omar said. "I just love grinding it into your mouth. This is a nice feeling, bitch."
Omar kept ramming his cock forward. He slammed it sharply several more times, at which point his whole body began to noticeably shake. The seismic tremors within Omar's body were unleashing themselves. He was on the verge of an orgasm. The stirring droplets of his thick, white peter fluid would be shooting from the end of his organ. They would be splashing ever so wildly out of his cock and into her mouth.
"Ahhh, I love it," he said. "I'm gonna keep ramming this into your throat. This is throat fucking. Do I ever love slamming into your mouth. Yes, this is a fuck."
A few quick, sharp, jolting peter stabs later, the pecker fluid was about set to shoot from the end of his long, hot phallus. He kept on ramming his dick inside of her, and he was moving that much closer to the state of orgasm. He wielded his pole inside of her mound, slamming it hard and effectively. A few jolting, speedy cock strokes later, the first few drops of his hot, flowing juice started to escape from the end of his long, aroused dick.
"Ahhh, it's all shooting out of there," he said. "This is a nice feeling. Ohhh, the stuffs really gonna spray. It's spraying so nice. Ahhh, ohhh, here I go. It's really gonna spill now, bitch."
Omar reached out and grabbed hold of her breasts. He held on tightly to Susan's nipples. The longer and faster that he held on, the more rapidly that he kept plunging his cock inside of her mouth.
The fiery juices were beginning to spray wildly from the end of his dick. As the fires were emptying themselves rapidly from his dong, he threw his head back and laughed exuberantly. He felt the triumphant glow as a result of all the wild action that had taken place.
"Ahhh, this does feel good," he said. "I love it. What a mouth you've got, honey. Just perfect for my cock. Just perfect."
Omar removed his cock from Susan's mouth. He knew that the second explosion had left his cock in a slightly droopy state. Omar looked down and examined his organ with concern. He wanted to juice again, but he could not get into it until his cock hardened some more.
"I want you to get busy getting my cock back up there again," he said. "It isn't gonna take all that long. After all, I've got a long, healthy cock. All you need to do is just apply yourself."
"Just what do you want me to do?" Susan asked him.
"I'll tell you what. I'd like you to start sucking my ass. I mean, really plunge your tongue inside of my asshole. Work your tongue real nice, baby. Just slide it inside me. Let yourself go. As long as you do things right, you're gonna please old Omar. And when you please him, he's not quite as ruthless a son-of-a-bitch as he is otherwise. I think you realize that."
"I'll do anything you ask," she said.
"That's good. Then that means sucking my asshole. It means getting right to work and driving your tongue inside of it."
Susan pushed her tongue forward, employing it sharply as she worked it inside of his anus. Back and forth her tongue twisted throbbingly as she let it connect with his anus. The longer and faster that her tongue employed itself inside of his anus, the more eagerly that his cock responded. He began to feel his penis hardening as she kept on sucking his asshole, driving her tongue deep inside his anal channel.
"Suck me," he said urgently. "I just love the way that your tongue is moving. Come on, bitch, keep sucking ass. And while you're sucking it, I want you to play with my nuts. Just run your fingers against them. That'll tickle. I like those sensations."
As her tongue kept burying itself ever more deeply inside of her lover's asshole, Susan reached out and began to play with Omar's testicles. Back and forth her fingers moved. At first they asserted themselves slowly, but gradually, as time elapsed, she began to work them more freely and eagerly than before. Her fingers kept on driving, pushing pulsatingly against his testicles. The faster that her fingers worked, the more eager that he became on the subject of depositing his juices inside of her mouth. It was just a question of time before that would occur, he was certain.
"Keep busy with your tongue," he said. "Just keep your tongue going. Keep it grinding. Come on, suck my asshole. Ahhh, just move your tongue real nice. Keep it going."
Her fiery tongue kept on moving in a blaze of passion as she continued to tongue his anus. She moved her tongue a few more strokes, after which he began to slap at her tits.
"Finger my balls faster," he said. "Just stab 'em."
Her fingers stroked beautifully against his testicles. A few moments later, she reached new heights of ecstasy as she wiggled her tongue rapidly against every hot crevice of his asshole.
"You can turn loose now," he said. "My cock's right up there. Standing tall."
Susan removed her tongue from Omar's asshole and her fingers from his balls. As she remained poised there, lying on the bed, he looked down at his hot, fiery phallus. He was ready to get back to work again.
"I'm gonna throat fuck you one more time," he laughed with ghoulish delight. "You're gonna live with it, honey. You're gonna tolerate it just like you have everything else I've done. I'm gonna really push my prick inside of you."
He shoved his cock forward, allowing it to make its first stimulating penetration inside of her mouth. His cock kept on convincingly gliding, steering back and forth, manipulating solidly as it moved against the wet inside walls of her mouth. He kept on stroking with his dick, grinding it quickly, letting it blast with great unrestrained joy.
"Ahhh, I can't keep this up for very long," he smiled. "Not when my balls are this hot. You brought me to this point, you good-looking little bitch. You brought me to this point with that sucking. You did quite a job of it. Well, I'm gonna unload inside of you. You just wait. I'm gonna show you."
He kept on moving his tool rapidly as he drove it inside of her mouth. The faster that he fucked her mouth, the greater the degree of itchiness that he felt in his balls. He knew .that the droplets of stirring white semen would soon begin to explode from his dick. He wanted to unleash an avalanche of his phallic liquid inside of her. He kept on stroking, thrusting and twisting with his cock, slamming it hard as he moved it that much deeper inside of her mouth.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna shoot," he said. "The stuff is really gonna tumble out of me. Yes, it's gonna spray. Baby, it's gonna really spray."
His hard, phallic tool kept on grinding. He kept pressing and pushing with his long dick. The deeper that he ground his peter inside of her mouth, the closer that he progressed toward the point of climax. He kept stuffing his cock ever deeper inside of her mouth, driving it to the base of her throat. He hammered with great rigidity, and finally the flowing white drops of his phallic fluid just had to spray from the end of his stirred-up organ.
"Ahhh, I like this," he said. "You're a willing bitch all right. Yes, I wanted to get off. Now I am off. Ohhh, ahhh, this feels nice."
His body bounced up and down resolutely as she observed the beads of sweat trickling down his thighs. His hairy thighs would occasionally scrape against both sides of her face. They trembled with great excitement as he unloaded the final few droplets of his steaming juice from his cock. He removed his cock from her mouth, then got up from the bed.
"I'm really feeling good now," he told her. "That was some fuck."
Without any warning, he reached down and threw his arms around her. Susan thought that he was going to kiss her, but she recognized she should have thought differently. He was about to punish her. He threw his strong arms over her head, then gripped her chin sharply in a head lock. He held on tightly. For a moment she thought he was going to slip his arms down against her throat. He fell short of doing that, but continued to hold on quickly and crisply as his arm applied itself sharply to her shin.
"A nice headlock," he laughed. "Just a little offer-, ing. Something to remember me by for tonight, bitch."
He held on with everything that he had. He finally released his grip. As he did so, Susan gasped for breath. She lay there coughing on top of the bed.
"Cut that out," he said. "When a bitch does something like that, it means that she's feeling sorry for herself. That's one thing I never tolerate. Nobdy feels sorry for themselves around me."
To illustrate his point, he jumped up from the bed and grabbed his trusty bull whip. He immediately let it flail wildly against her thighs, and as it landed with a ringing thud, she felt the burning sensations in her thighs. He tore some of the skin loose, then burst loudly into laughter as he finally threw the bull whip over his head.
"This has been one of our best fucks ever," he said.
A few moments later, as Susan continued to lie there trembling on the bed, Omar called in the two guards. They took Susan back to her cell after she dressed.
CHAPTER 14
The following night Susan was awakened.
One of the prison guards had slipped stealthily into her cell without notice. It was not the one who had been so brutal when he had attacked her, but his quieter partner. He shook Susan's arm, then whispered into her ear.
"Don't be startled," he whispered. "I must talk to you, Susan."
It was the first time that the guard had ever mentioned her name. It was the first time also that she had heard anyone say a kind word to her since she had arrived at the prison. She could scarcely believe it. She wondered if it wasn't some kind of a trick. If he weren't just getting her ready for a wild, brutal rape.
"What do you want?" she asked, complying with his request and talking in a whisper. "Does Omar want to see me now?"
"That's why I don't want you to make any noise," he told her. "Omar know nothing about this."
"Then why are you here?" she looked at him suspiciously.
"It isn't what you think. I'm not here to molest you. As a matter-of-fact, I'm here to tell you how sorry I am over what's been happening to you. Naturally, I haven't been able to say anything, and when Omar ordered that I rape you, I had no other choice. But I didn't do it voluntarily like that animal colleague of mine did in the cell. He wanted to take every liberty he could."
"That's right, you didn't," she replied. "You just stood there through it all."
"And I tried to get him to stop, if you'll remember. But I couldn't do anything too obvious. If I had, I would have been in terrible trouble. You see, I risked my life just to come here."
"Why would you risk your life just to come here and talk to me?"
"Because I have developed strong feelings toward you," he said. "For one thing, I can't help but pity you for all that you've had to take. It's been awful. You've been carrying welts and bruises around as long as you've been here, and, regrettably, it will be that way as long as you stay under Omar's tyrannical rule."
"Then you don't like Omar."
"I detest him."
Susan looked into the man's eyes, and the response convinced her that he was sincere. His eyes flashed angrily as he spoke of his hatred for Omar.
"I've know Omar for three years," the man said. "I've known him from the time that he was appointed to this job. I've seen him turn into a depraved animal. I never liked him very much, but now he's disgusting. The man is a beast."
"I agree. The question is, what can we do about it?"
"I'm working on a plan," he whispered. "I want to share it with nobody but you. I want us both out of here. I want us to get as far away from this place as possible. To escape. To never come back."
"I couldn't agree with you more. I just don't know what we can do."
"I'm working on something," he told her. "You just wait, my dear. Everything is going to work out. Maybe I'd better leave now."
"No, wait."
Susan's heart was filled with joy. She was overwhelmed by the fact that somebody was not only talking decently to her, but was actually making plans for an escape. She wanted to show her appreciation. She could see that the man did not want to take liberties. Therefore, she would demonstrate her appreciation for him.
She reached out and threw her arms around the man, then pushed her lips forward.
That was all the initiative that was necessary for beautiful Susan to take. At that point her friend pushed his lips toward hers. Pretty soon their lips were merging in a state of fiery passion. The man held her ever so tightly, and when he released his lips from hers, he looked at her and smiled.
"By the way, my name is Hasem," he told her. "I think you're very beautiful."
Hasem pushed his tongue forward. He allowed it to move with triggered impact as he registered it inside of Susan's mouth. Back and forth his tongue twisted and glided as he asserted it inside of her mouth. It kept on working, plunging sharply, driving inside of her mouth. When he released his tongue from her mouth, Hasem looked at her with greater desire than ever. It was obvious what he wanted, but he did not want to ask for it. Susan felt that he did not want to be branded as an opportunist. Despite the fact he wanted to make love to her, he wanted to convince her at the outset that it was not necessary for her to give in unless she really wanted to.
Susan provided him with the answer that he was looking for. She reached out and immediately began to undo her dress.
"We'll have to make it very fast," Hasem said. "I'm risking my life now. Just one thing. If anything should happen. If anybody should come in here. I'll have to start slapping you around. I'll have to make it look like I'm disciplining you somehow. Otherwise, Omar would not understand. We might both be executed. Or at least, I would."
"I perfectly understand," she nodded. "It's worth taking a risk like that."
Hasem watched as Susan removed her dress, then undid her bra. As she slid her panties down her legs, he reached out and undid his zipper. He reached inside of his trousers, pulling out his long, rangy cock. His fingers moved smoothly up and down the full length of his long, hard organ.
"I want inside you," he said.
Hasem kissed Susan's lips once more, then drove his penis forward. He let it commence sliding sharply and zealously as it pumped inside of her snatch. He kept up his quick, stabbing thrusts, driving his cock solidly inside of her as he worked his way ever nearer to the state of climax. The swifter that he asserted his long, probing spear, the closer that he moved himself toward a rousing climax. He wanted to let his juices spray from his organ and into her mound. And Susan wanted to receive all kinds of sensation. So she kept twisting her hips, moving them flexibly back and forth as he continued his quick, searing strokes. His fiery staff kept on sliding inside of her. Susan enjoyed the way that he was humping her with his hot meat. She was at long last able to make love to somebody that she actually thought something of. It was so great letting herself go, enjoying the positive aspects of a beautiful sex experience as her lover kept up his quick, plunging stabs.
Hasem reached down with both hands, moving his fingers soothingly over her thighs. His fingers kept on moving sharply, driving with solid impact and joy as they connected against her legs. All the while he kept up his quick, flowing thrusts, driving his tool steadily forward as he pushed ever nearer toward orgasm.
"Ohhh, what a beautiful body you have," he told her. "Keep twisting your hips, my dear. I'm about to shoot."
As she ever so willingly complied with his request, he kept on slamming his hot, steady pole forward. As he kept fucking her mound, he reached down and grabbed at her breasts. He loved moving his fingers soothingly against her hot tits. Ever so resolutely his fingers kept on proceeding against her breast flesh. All the while he continued his quick, effective penis stabs. He drove himself ever nearer to the state of a wild, frenzied orgasm, when all the juices would start to flow from the end of his fiery phallus and into her pussy.
"Ahhh, I'm about to shoot," he said. "Darling, I want in your mouth while I'm shooting."
So he pushed his tongue forward, driving it inside her mouth. As tongue pressed against tongue, the droplets of his white sperm shot from the end of his cock. He removed his penis from her pussy.
"Just one more fuck," she begged. "I want you inside my ass. You know, I used to hate that act. I still hate a lot of it when I'm doing it with Omar and those other guys. But I want it from you. I want your hot, manly prick shoving into my asshole."
"Darling, that's such an intimate way of making it," Hasem said. "I'll be happy to give you a nice fuck. I'll ram it inside of your asshole."
Hasem reached out with his right index finger. He pushed and pressed with it, letting it slip inside of her anal passage. He liked the way that her whole body twitched, moving with rapid-fire pleasure as he ground his finger inside of her.
"Ahhh, fuck me," she said. "Just drive your rangy cock inside my asshole. Darling, ohhh, I want to feel it. I want to feel your cock. I want you to send it solidly. That'll feel so nice. Darling, ohhh, I want it."
He removed his finger from her anus, then decided that it was time to start plunging ahead with his cock. So he moved his prick superbly forward, and as he did, he reached out and grabbed her legs. He threw her thighs over his shoulders, after which he then began his quick, devastating attack.
"Ahhh, what an ass," he sighed. "Darling, I'm gonna keep pumping it into you. Baby, what an asshole."
Susan tightened her anal passage, making herself as delectable and as tight a screw as she possibly could. All the while he kept up his quick, surging movements, driving his penis with effective skill as he kept on sending it deeply inside of her. He rammed it all the way into her rectum, and all the while she begged for more, enjoying each and every quick, piercing thrust that he sent inside of her with his blazing pole.
"Ohhh, keep pouring it into me," she exclaimed. "Darling, just drive your cock. Drive it fast. Keep pushing it. Yes, plunge it inside my asshole. Baby, ahhh, fuck me. Yes, fuck me."
As her ass cheeks twitched ever more accommodatingly, Hasem rammed his cock that much harder as he kept on working it with steely, assertive vigor inside of her anus. He kept on moving his cock inside of her, ramming it hard into her ass crack, slamming it solidly as he moved himself ever nearer to the state of a glorious orgasm.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna juice," he said. "Honey, I'm really gonna shoot my stuff. It's all gonna spray out of there. Baby, ohhh, I love this fucking. Honey, it's so nice. What an ass. Ohhh, ahh, what an ass. What a glorious fucking ass.
As he kept plunging full speed ahead, moving ever closer to an exhilarating orgasm, Hasem reached out with both hands. He held onto his lover's buttocks. His fingers clung sharply to her hot flesh as he kept on directing his energetic peter forward. All the while he was driving himself that much nearer to the great state of climax, when all of the sperm would shoot from the end of his hot spear and into her asshole.
"Ahhh, I'm getting closer yet," Hasem said. "Keep your twisting ass moving. Yes, really move it."
Hasem held on sharply with both hands, pushing his fingers against Susan's buttocks as he drove his peter ever nearer to climax. A few quick stabs later, he could hold out no more. His whole body began to twist and slide as the voluminous sperm stated to spray out of the end of his peter and into her asshole.
"Ann, it's glorious," he sighed in a whisper. "What an ass. Ohhh, what a woman."
As Hasem removed his cock from his lover's asshole, he got up quickly from the cot. He stuck his penis back inside of his trousers, zipping up. He leaned forward and delivered a tender kiss to her lips, then whispered in her ear.
Til be in touch with you," he said. "I'll come in here whenever I think it's reasonably safe. But don't worry, my sweet. Something is going to be done.
We're going to escape from here."
"This is the first spark of hope I've had since I arrived," she sobbed. "Please, be careful, Hasem."
"I'll be very careful," he nodded. "I know Omar very well. His madness knows no bounds. He would kill at the drop of a hat. He would have killed you except for one thing. He enjoys torturing you sexually much too much to stop."
"I realize that."
"Then we must be very careful. Careful and persevering. We will launch an escape. A successful escape, my darling."
Susan watched as Hasem quietly exited the cell. She kept on watching until his dark body slipped out of the darkness of evening. Then everything was still. Susan lay there looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly, the hopelessness was gone. She at least had a chance. An opportunity to go back into the civilized world. To escape from the maddening hell hole she was in. Perhaps through concerted action with Hasem she could succeed. If only she could get out of this terrible prison.
CHAPTER 15
The day after Hasem had entered Susan's cell and had sex with her, she was taken by Hasem and the other guard into Omar's bedroom.
The guards were dismissed. Standing in the bedroom totally naked were the same six hungry male prisoners who had taken turns having sex with Susan on the other occasion. Omar was once more in command, standing there in all of his naked pride, sporting a huge erection, as he held his trusty whip in his right hand.
"I guess you can see what's gonna happen, bitch," he laughed fiendishly.
Omar cracked the whip against the floor, then burst into laughter anew. He looked at Susan with an expression of impatience.
"Take off your clothes," he told her. "Come on, let's not waste any time. I want you to get stripped. Stripped and ready for action."
Susan wasted no time. She slid her body inside of the bed, then began to remove her dress. She hated the sensuous leers of the hungry men, who were looking forward to engaging in some more sex with her. She knew that there would be no mercy shed as far as they were concerned. They would brutally attack her, providing her with all kinds of painful sensations. This time she found herself as fearful as she had ever been inside of the prison aside for the first few times when she was getting acclimated to Omar's cruelty. She quickly figured out the reason why. After all, here was this handsome man Hasem who had suddenly made his presence felt. She had had some meaningful sex with a man who really meant something to her, and now here she was, confronted with the stark reality of being brought back to earth. Of having to engage in sex once again with brutal, hungry men who were interested in enhancing their own sexual appetites and nothing more.
After Susan finished stripping, Omar looked over at the six men.
"Line up," he commanded.
He spoke to the prisoners as if they were dogs. Susan got the feeling that he considered himself nothing more than a whip-cracking tent master. Perhaps a tamer of animals, someone who was enjoying the exhibitionism of it all. He liked the fact that he was the one who was making things happen.
Susan continued to lie there on the bed, her body trembling as she anticipated the emergence of a hot cock inside of her asshole.
"Get up," Omar commanded. "I want you to walk over here and just stand up."
The man watched with ever-mounting eagerness as Susan got up from the bed. She walked over ever so slowly toward the middle of the floor. She stood there just a few feet away from Omar, who licked his lips with smug satisfaction.
"I want you to bend over and put your hands on your knees," Omar said.
Omar watched as Susan ever so slowly lowered her body downward, letting her hands come to rest over her trembling knees.
"I want you to spread your legs," he snapped angrily.
She extended her legs, awaiting Omar's next move. It did not take long for it to materialize. He reached out with the whip, allowing it to land with stinging impact against her right ass cheek. She winced and groaned as the whip landed. The man continued to watch, hypnotized by the sight of Omar's brutality.
"That's the way you discipline a bitch," Omar chuckled. "She thinks a lot more of me for doing this. She might think down deep that she hates me, but she doesn't. She really wants this. She needs to be disciplined, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do, supply her with plenty of discipline. All right, now a nice slash for the other ass cheek, bitch."
Omar once more unleashed his whip, allowing it to land with a crackling pop against her left buttock. He surveyed the ugly red welts that immediately surfaced, after which he held the whip at his side. He looked over toward the prisoner who was first in line. He observed the size of the man's erection and the way the man's legs and arms were twitching.
"I can see you're ready for action," Omar said. "All right, you horny bastard. Go ahead, fuck her ass. She's gonna stay just like that. Right through the fuck. Bitch, you stay there with you hands on your knees. Just leave your legs open. Make that butt of yours an enticing target."
As Omar looked at her delectable ass cheeks and her hot anal slit, he could feel the titillation in his balls. He knew that as soon as the men were finished fucking her asshole that he would achieve some stimulation of his own. But now he would enjoy himself just watching the steady antics in which they would participate. He was certain that by the time several of them had fucked her asshole her anus would be very sore. That did not bother him. As a matter-of-fact, he loved the prospect of her having a sore ass. He wanted to watch the men one by one grinding their hard, excited tools ever so deeply inside of her asshole.
"Go to work," he said. "Keep moving your cock. Just grind it inside of her asshole."
The man moved forward, reaching out and gripping Susan's buttocks. She remained perched with her hands on her knees. Her body felt stiff and the soreness in her ass cheeks made sex seem all that much less appetizing. But she knew she had to endure whatever was happening, and now there was a strength, a purposeful resolve within her that had not been there before. On other occasions all she could think of was just avoiding any more pain. Now she was thinking more idealistically. She wanted to please Omar no end, to offset any suspicions he might have so that her prison break would be successful. She kept thinking about Hasem, and she couldn't stop thinking about the helpless expression he had had on his face when he had been forced to deliver her into Omar's bedroom. She knew Hasem hated the fact that she was being made a guinea pig for all of those hungry prisoners, who would be deriving their sex satisfaction solely at her expense.
As the prisoner's fingers dug against her ass flesh, his hard, grinding cock kept on slashing as he worked it back and forth. He pushed his cock as firmly as he knew how, planting it with great excitement and anticipation as he moved it inside of her anal slit. The faster that his hard, steady penis made contact with her asshole, the closer that he felt himself moving toward a vigorous climax. He knew that he couldn't withstand that kind of a wild fucking pace for very long. His legs swung back and forth in coordination with his cock as he kept drilling and digging with his peter, loving every sensation as he tore it deep inside of her hot hole.
"Keep fucking her," Omar said. "In fact, go a little faster. Enjoy every stab. You're gonna juice. I can see that. So keep it moving. Ahhh, keep it moving inside her asshole."
A few steady, grinding thrusts later, the juices were about set to shoot from the end of his flaming phallus. He dug with his fingers against her ass flesh, pushing with them ever more tightly. She could hear the sounds of his steadily increasing breathing. She knew that soon he would be there. She was relieved over the fact that at least this one particular man would be out of her asshole. Of course, she was also mindful of the fact that there would be others, probably the rest of the group. She had a feeling that Omar would really subject her asshole to some harsh treatment.
"Ahhh, ohhh," she heard the man murmur.
Susan closed her eyes. She could feel the hot, scorching juice that he was releasing inside of her anal passage. Pretty soon he was pulling his cock out of her anus.
"Pretty good fucking stuff," he told Omar.
"Yes, not bad at all," Omar laughed.
Once again Omar decided to put his trusty whip to work. He reached out and slashed against her buttocks, finding fresh new spots in which to plant his trusty whip, creating new ugly red welts. As soon as he was finished, he waved on the second man.
"Keep it up," Omar said. "Just ram your cock inside her. Come on, fuck her. Just fuck her with your long, hard stick."
The second man began to assert his cock. He moved it forward with grinding, plunging impact. He pressed ever so vigorously with his cock, driving it solidly and sharply as it moved inside of her anus. The harder and faster that he guided his cock inside of her asshole, the quicker that he pushed himself toward climax. Susan could tell from the way that he was fucking her, from the manner in which he had started, moving at such a rapid pace, that he was very near to orgasm. He obviously could not maintain his fucking pace for much longer, so she wanted to make certain that she helped him get off as soon as she could. She wiggled her buttocks, then tightened them, and every now and then, when the pain had become great, she would twist her hips.
The man kept up his fervent, intensified stabs. Pretty soon he was unable to withhold his juices any longer. His hips rocked back and forth, and suddenly the liquid load was released from the end of his cock. His body shook several times, and ever so suddenly he removed his peter from her asshole.
"Another terrific fuck," Omar said. "All right, let's not waste any time. Next man. You ram your cock inside her."
The third man stepped forward quickly. He, too, was ever eager to assert his large, steaming pole inside of her asshole. He loved the tight fit of his throbbing stick as it worked its way inside of her asshole. He kept on moving his cock inside of her, asserting it ever so briskly and sharply as he pummeled her with it. He kept on stabbing and grinding with his long, hot digit. She did her best to accommodate him as well, hoping to get him off as soon as could be. Her hips plunged back and forth and, finally, the flood tide of sperm was released from the end of the man's cock.
Susan's instincts had been correct. It had been her impression that Omar would subject her to ass fucking from all of the prisoners. She was ever so eager to get it over with, so in each case she flung her hips back and forth and made herself as tight and enticing a target as she possibly could.
Now the last man was taking charge, firmly driving his fiery spear inside of her asshole. She felt the painful slaps of his hands as he directed them against her buttocks.
"Keep fucking her," Omar called out. "Just stab her with your hot cock. You're gonna juice. Yes, you're gonna unleash your stuff. You're gonna unleash it in her asshole."
A few bolting stabs later, the droplets of his thick, white sperm started to shoot out of his torrid organ. He held on tightly to her buttocks until the last few spraying drops of his semen had exploded from the end of his joy stick.
"Now it's my turn," Omar laughed.
Susan was happy about one thing. Omar immediately threw his whip down. She was hoping at least that he wouldn't be driving it against her ass cheeks anymore that day.
"Let's go over to the bed, " Omar pointed toward the bed.
The prisoners all watched as Susan slid her body in the bed. Omar threw his body on top of her. He shoved his long, flaming cock toward her mouth.
"Open wide," he said. "I'm gonna push my cock inside you. You guys watch. You watch a real man fucking. I'm gonna stick my dick inside her. I'm gonna fuck her mouth. I'm gonna really do it. Ahhh, I'm gonna fuck her nice. I'm gonna really screw her."
He pushed his long, steady cock inside of Susan's mouth. His body spun out of control as his legs twisted back and forth ever so crazily. Susan could see just how eager he was. She couldn't get over how consistently horny he remained. It was as if he was always desiring another piece of ass. Omar was insatiable, and he was proving it at that very moment by the way that his cock kept on skillfully gliding and plunging ever so deeply into her mouth. He hammered his dick sharply, driving it all the way to the base of her throat. He was pushing himself ever closer to the fiery precipice of orgasm. He could feel the wild waves of enthusiasm circulating in his balls as he kept on projecting his dagger-like dick ever deeper. He moved his cock back and forth, letting it press and glide as he shoved it inside of her.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna unload, my juices are gonna fly once more," he said. "Yes, bitch. You need discipline. You need it just like any of them. I'm gonna keep slamming my tool into you. I'm gonna keep fucking you, bitch."
A few strokes later, the drops of liquid began to shoot out of the end of Omar's peter. As the juices continued to spray, Omar's whole body trembled. He removed his cock from her mouth, then decided to immediately go back for more.
"I want your cunt," Omar announced.
Omar reached down with his right hand, gliding his fingers solidly inside of Susan's mound. He played with her pussy for a little while, stroked her pussy hair, then removed his fingers. He was all set to go to work with his long dick. He wanted to grind and glide with his cock, to push it inside of her pussy until everything exploded in a blast of passion.
"Here we go," he said. "Am I gonna fuck you. I'm gonna make your pussy sore. Yes, you're gonna have a sore pussy when I get through."
His rangy dick quickly went to work. Omar once again assumed command position, grinding his lengthy digit ever so deeply inside of her mound. The faster that he twisted and thrust with his cock, the deeper that he slammed it inside of her.
"You bastards just watch me," Omar said pride-fully. "I know how to fuck. I know how to get the most out of a bitch like this. You don't treat her like a lady. You just fuck the hell out of her. That's what I'm doing. I'm fucking her like mad. I'm enjoying myself. And the stuffs all gonna shoot out of me. It's gonna shoot right now. Ohhh, ahhh, here it goes. It's gonna really splash. The stuffs gonna spill."
Omar got up from the bed. He had a satisfied look on his face. He never went back to his whip.
"Get dressed, bitch, it's time to go back to your cell," was all he said.
CHAPTER 16
Susan crept back to her cell in great pain. The pain was so acute in her anal passage as well as in her ass cheeks that she could not get to sleep. She began to sob. As she lay there awake, she observed a figure stealthily creeping toward her cell.
She observed that the figure was Hasem's. He unlocked the cell and entered it, closing it ever so softly behind him. He walked over toward her, then threw himself down in the cot. She was lying there naked. She did not want to wear anything since the pain was so acute. She didn't want anything rubbing against her buttocks.
"Don't cry," Hasem whispered. "Everything is going to be all right. I have a plan worked out. I'll tell you about it later, but first I want to make love to you. You need something like this, darling. You need it now more than ever. After all that brutal treatment. It made me feel so awful. Standing there so helplessly, unable to assist you. I'm afraid that that man just might kill you. He's been making some comments like he would especially when he gets drunk. He's a beast. We're going to have to make our move and fast. It's going to be a successful move. But first I've got to show you just how much I think of you."
He threw his arms around his lover's body. As he held on tightly, he pressed his lips against Susan's. His lips remained fondly pressed against hers. He worked his fingers back and forth against her breasts. Susan loved the feel of his fingers as they communicated beautifully with her skin. He held on tightly to her tits, and as he removed his lips from hers, he prepared to shove his cock forward. He wanted to push his penis inside of her, to let it grip and stab until all of the droplets of his thick, white juice had shot from his organ.
"Ahhh, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to juice inside you," he said.
He moved his cock forward. As he did, she slid her legs apart, accommodating him as she pushed her body forward. She kept letting her hips lunge, moving them back and forth as he kept up his quick, twisting movements. He drove his peter ever so solidly, shoving it deep inside of her mound. The faster that he twisted his grinding cock, the closer that he moved himself toward the state of climax.
"Ahhh, a nice fuck," he said. "I really like it. Ohhh, I love being inside your pussy, darling. It's so beautiful. It's such a beautiful snatch. You're such a beautiful woman. I want you, ohhh, I want you."
His hard cock kept on slamming, working ever so eagerly as it knifed its way inside her tight vaginal walls. He tickled her clitoris with his quick, probing stabs. He kept working himself ever closer toward that brilliant resolution, that great experience when all of the steaming droplets of fiery penis spray would shoot out of his dick.
"Ahhh, I'm moving closer," he said.
"I know you are, darling. Glide your cock. Come on, ohhh, really glide it."
A few quick, scorching stabs later, the juices began to shoot from the end of his cock. They splashed ever so voluminously, spraying from his hot organ and into her mound. He removed his cock from her pussy.
"I want to suck you," she said. "Hasem, I want to make all kinds of love to you. Right now I want to taste your sperm."
She dropped down to her knees on the cold cell floor. She reached out and took his balls in her hands. Her fingers cupped against his testicles. Back and forth her fingers worked, gliding with solid grace as she moved him into an ever greater state of agitation. After a few more finger stabs, she removed her fingers from his balls and began to assert them against his cock. Her fingers explored his peter ever so vigorously as she worked them back and forth. The faster that she glided her fingers, the more excitement he felt throughout his whole body.
"You've got to start sucking me," he told her. "Come on, darling. Just move your tongue against my rod. Move it fast. Ohhh, yes, I've got to feel it. I've really got to feel it."
Her tongue began to twist and move as she stroked it against his .cock. While her tongue enthusiastically glided up and down the full length of his mammoth organ, she stroked his testicles.
Her tongue kept on driving, making steady assertive contact with his organ. The faster that she tongued his cock, the closer that she worked him toward a wild climax.
"Ohhh, suck me," he said. "Honey, ohhh, really grind your tongue. Ohhh, baby, eat it. Yes, eat my hot stuff."
A few twisting, throbbing tongue stabs later, the juices were about set to shoot from the end of his sturdy pole. His trembling, sweaty body twisted as he felt the waves of itchy satisfaction in his balls. The juices kept on spraying, shooting from his rangy pecker and into her mouth.
As soon as she removed her tongue from his cock, they heard the sound of approaching footsteps. It was Hasem's companion guard, the hated guard, the one who had raped Susan.
"Hasem, you're violating orders," the man grinned. "I could, of course, turn you in to Omar. He wouldn't like this at all."
"If you'll recall, you did something in this cell that I know he wouldn't have liked," Hasem reminded the guard. "I didn't tell on you."
"That's right. Well, I wasn't thinking of telling on you, Hasem. I was just figuring on getting a little more of the same action. It's interesting the kind of things you can find when you just walk down a corridor at this hour of night."
Hasem stepped aside. He just had to let his companion guard go ahead. He watched as the man quickly unzipped his trousers, then moved his body forward as he slipped downward inside of the cot.
"I've been hearing about that anal rape tonight," he laughed softly. "Well, I want more of the same action, bitch."
Hasem knew he could not stand by idly and watch this beast anally rape the woman he loved. As the guard got set to assert his cock inside Susan's asshole, Hasem reached inside of his shirt pocket. He pulled out his revolver, which contained a silencer on the end of it. He shot, firing toward the man's head. The bullet landed with deadly impact. The man let out one soft moan, after which he dropped down toward the floor.
"Ohhh, my god," Susan sobbed.
"Get ahold of yourself," Hasem said, grabbing her by the arms. "We can't risk the noise. We're going to make our move right now, dear. We can't wait any longer. Get dressed quickly."
Hasem paced the cell nervously as he watched his lover dress. As soon as she finished, he grabbed her by the arm and let her out of the cell. They walked down the corridor toward Omar's office. The light was on. He knocked at the door.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to hurt you," he whispered.
Hasem held Susan's right arm in a hammerlock as Omar came to the door. His eyes were bloodshot and he held a half-empty bottle of wine in his right hand.
"What's the matter?" Omar asked snappily. "I've been having trouble with this bitch," Hasem exploded.
Hasem grabbed her by the arm, then threw her forcefully forward into Omar's office. She landed on the floor, after which she picked her self up ever so slowly.
"Just what is the trouble, Hasem?" a bleary-eyed Omar asked.
"This bitch was making noise in the cell and cursing you," he said. "I know you'd hate that kind of insubordination."
"What did she call me?"
"She called you a no-good Turkish son-of-a-bitch," Hasem said. Omar glared at Susan.
"I see," Omar said. "Let's go into the other room, my sweet. Thank you, Hasem. If there's one thing that I really admire in a man it's dedication and loyalty. You can leave now. I'll call for you when it's time to take this bitch back to her cell. That is, provided I decide to let her out and live again."
Omar laughed lustily. He slapped Susan across the face twice, then grabbed her and threw her into his bedroom.
Hasem waited until the door closed. He moved quickly toward the door. He opened it just a crack, enough to where he could observe what was going on inside. He watched the drunken, vindictive Omar force Susan to disrobe.
"Am I ever gonna whip your ass," he said.
Ever so stealthily, Hasem crept into the room. As Omar stood with his back to Hasem, holding onto his whip with his right hand, massaging his cock with his left, Hasem took deadly aim.
"You're gonna learn a real lesson this time, you bitch," Omar said disgustedly as he approached Susan. "You've got to learn to follow my rules. It seems I haven't disciplined you enough. Well, bitch, this time I intend to do a very good job."
Just then Hasem fired the gun. Once again, he scored a direct hit. The bullet connected at the base of Omar's skull. He dropped quickly to the floor. He lay there ever so stiffly. Dead.
Susan's body shook as she got up from the bed and looked at the dead body of Omar. Then she looked up at Hasem with a questioning gaze.
"He's dead?" she asked.
"Yes, very dead. The son-of-a-bitch will never beat you again, my darling. But quick, we must get out of here."
Susan got up quickly from the floor. They walked rapidly into Omar's office. Hasem walked over toward Omar's desk, opening it.
"What are you looking for?" Susan asked Hasem in bewilderment.
"The key to the bastard's jeep," Hasem said.
Hasem rummaged through the desk for several moments, ultimately locating the key. His face broke out in a smile as he picked up the key, hoisting it over his head.
They now had their means of escape. Susan was confident that her man would lead her to safety.
